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 ***This work is a matter of fiction.  It is also of an erotic and adult
subject matter.  If you are underage or offended by anything of a sexual
nature, please do not read any further.

   ***The characters are noone.  Yet, at the same time, they are everyone.
Please do not repost any of this work without referencing the author,
Arcady Moroi.  My work is special to me and I ask that I be given credit
for what I do.

   The Theatre.

   It's dark.  I can barely see where my feet are being placed.  Even the
small amount of light filtering up from the runways down the aisle drowns
out long before it ever reaches my eyes.  I know you are in here.  I can
feel your heartbeat somewhere in the vicinity.  The movie has already begun
and it looks to be a good one.  A drama about life in the city, it is a
highly rated picture that has received MANY accolades from the critics in
general.  It is because of this and because of the dark subject matter that
we agreed to go see it together.  As I walk down the aisle, I continue
counting rows.  We agreed on the 10th row.  I don't know why that number
stuck out, but it seemed like a good idea when we had talked.  So here I
am, passing row 8 with my heart pounding harder and harder as I move
further along.

   I reach my destination.  The row I have been seeking.  In my heart I
know you are sitting alone in this row waiting for me to arrive.  I slide
my way along the row realizing how dark it truly is.  I can barely see and
my eyes have had plenty of time to adjust.  In the movie, it has been a
rainy night since I walked in and there seems to be very little light
coming from the screen.  Carefully, I slide my feet forward hoping not to
embarrass my self by stepping on you and breaking your foot or my neck in
the ensuing pandemonium.

   Sliding forward, my foot presses up something and I know it is you, I
know I have found you.  Whispering softly, I call out to you " Is that
you?"

   All I hear in reply is an almost silent, "Yes."

   Nervousness over takes my chest as my breathing speeds up.  I sit as
quietly as possible and silence overtakes us.  I do not know if you are as
nervous as I, but I can feel the heat of your body sitting next to me.  It
inflames me to know you are so close to me, that we are finally together. I
stare ahead at the screen not wanting to look at you and discover that it
is only a dream and you are not there.  So I sit there, next to you,
basking in your presence.

   I reach out my hand and search silently for yours.  I find your hands
folded together in your lap.  I stroke my finger gently across the back of
your hand and feel the goosebumps rise on your skin as your breath suddenly
stops.  I feel your hands disengage as your one hand turns over in order to
intertwine with mine.  Our fingers lock together as we touch for the very
first time.  I feel electricity passing between us.  Together, our hands
slide over to rest near the arm rest.  With my size overflowing the seating
area, our union hovers over your leg.  I do not know what you are wearing.
I have still not gazed upon you in the dark.  But I do know that your legs
are bare.  I can feel the heat of your skin near my hand.  As we sit there
staring straight ahead in silence, our hands sink lower until the back of
my hands touches against your thigh.  I can feel the nylons that are
encasing your lovely legs.  Brushing against my skin, it electrifies me,
impassions me.

   You slide your hand out of mine and place it on the back of my hand,
bringing my palm to rest upon your quivering thigh.  The stark blackness of
the theater masks any movement we make.  My hand cups your thigh, halfway
up your leg, wrapping around the delicious curve that leads down to your
inner thigh.  My hand begins to squeeze, softly at first, my fingers
pulsing along with your heartbeat.  I can hear your breath quicken as my
hand begins to slide, slowly circling.  Each time I draw the circle, I
bring it ever closer to your knee.  Every time my hand moves back around it
crawls higher as well.  It brushes against the bottom of your skirt.  The
material feels soft and satiny.  Loosely covering your legs, it slips
higher and higher and my hand draws closer and closer to the center of your
passion.  I can feel the heat emanating from the juncture between your
legs. My heart beats faster and faster, pounding in my chest.

   I turn slightly in my chair, trying to reposition myself to better
accommodate the higher state of arousal that my body is going through.  As
I get harder and more turgid, the confines in which it is trapped,
constrict and create pressure that almost hurts.  Your hand has long left
the back of my hand.  Drifting across the barrier between the two seats it
falls upon the tent that is being formed in my pants.  Running your hand
over the front of my enclosed cock, you squeeze it gently sending rivulets
of painful pleasure coursing through me.  I strain to feel you increase the
pressure upon me.

   My hand slides higher still as your legs spread ever so slightly.  You
know what is about to happen, you KNOW that I am about to touch the most
sensitive area of your body and you are AWASH in desire for it.  You pussy
is a flood of passion.  It is running out of you like a river that has so
engorged as to overflow its banks and is running down and collecting
beneath you.  It has raised the humidity between your legs to an extent
that I can feel it coating your inner thighs now as my hand brushes up
against the mound of your pussy.  Pressing up against it, I hear you sigh
as my hand surrounds it and pats it softly before reaching down with my
fingers and sliding them across your slit.  Barely touching the delicate
lips of your flower as your wetness coats my fingers making them slide
along deliciously.

   Your hand fumbles to release the pressure that has arisen so strongly in
my swollen.  rock hard member.  You find the snap to release the confines
and barely pay attention as the pressure from my engorged cock pushing out
lowers the zipper on my pants.  As the shaft appears, you wrap your hands
around it, delicately running your hand up and down, teasing the skin with
the softness of your finger tips and the delicious pain of your nails as
you pause to drag them up the underside of my now pulsing cock.

   My finger slides up, coating the upper reaches of your pussy with your
beautiful liquid, lubricating your clit and the surrounding areas.  The
mound above your pussy, devoid of any hair, smooth as silk, feels hot to
the touch as my palm rests against it.  My finger delves into the cleft of
your pussy and languidly draws circles around your clit.  I feel you
shudder at my touch as I lift my hips begging wordlessly for you to give me
release.  A small moan escapes your lips, almost silently as your orgasm
builds within you.  My finger begins to run across the hood that protects
your clit, teasing the outside, rubbing it, almost flicking it back and
forth.  As your clit gets hard it slides out from beneath its protective
cover, searching for the stimulation that my finger is providing.

   You breathing stops and your body convulses as I slip my hand lower and
slide two fingers deep into you.  I hook then inside your pussy and grip
the spot behind your pelvic bone, stimulating the spot that causes you to
cumm so hard.  Pressing against it, pulsing the pressure with my fingers,
your hand grabs tightly about me, stroking me with intense strength. 
Pulling hard as if to remove it from my body, you continue tugging on it
with great force causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

   Once again your body convulses as the orgasm builds with in you.  The
pressure against your G spot grows with every movement of my fingers.  You
feel your clit brushing up against my palm as your legs begin to shake
uncontrollably.  You bite your lower lips with such force that the skin
begins to bleed as your body stiffens and your mind slips over into
oblivion.  You scream inside your head, you thrash about madly and your
eyes roll back as your body gives over to the ultimate release.  Not being
able to contain the pleasure anymore, you moan deeply, not caring anymore
who hears it.  You feel me throb and explode, spurred on not only by the
feeling of your hand tearing at me, but also in response to the earth
shattering orgasm you are experiencing from my ministrations.  Hot jet and
hot jet fires from my cock, arcing up into the air.  It lands everywhere,
on my shirt, on the armrest between us and of course on your hand.  Silence
once again surrounds us.  Your breathing slows as your mind once again
returns to your body.

   For the first time since entering the theater, I gaze down upon you,
looking deep into your eyes.  The lids hang low as you try to regain your
composure.  You stare back into my eyes and smile.  A mischievous smile
that foretells your impish nature.  Placing your hand below your chin, your
eyes glint as your tongue darts out to clean up the mess that my body made
upon you.  Licking your hand like a cat grooming itself, you purr softly.
As I return my cock to the confines of my pants, you whisper to me, "I love
you my darling".

   "Baby, I love you too."

   by Arcady Moroi, the Erotic Vampire.