I slip into his bedroom through the window. It’s the same time every week, and he’s up waiting for me.

‘You’re late.’ He says with a mischievous grin. I smile.

‘I arrive when I arrive.’

Crawling over top the covers, I straddle his hips, cupping his face in my hands as I pull him into a deep kiss. His hands roam over my hips up my back, trailing under my dress. Pressing his hands into his chest, I gently push him down into the mattress.

‘Are you ready?’ I ask. He nods.

‘Yes…’

A wicked smile touches my lips as I pull down the covers, loosening the tie around his sweatpants. This is what I love about this man. He’s so eager to give me what I need. It’s fun visiting men at night, seducing them and feeding off their lust, but I have my favourites. This is one. He knows me, what I am, that I need to feed regularly and that he’s merely one of a steady stream of men that keep me going.

I loosen the tie around his sweatpants and pull them down along with his boxers. Taking his hard cock into my mouth, he gasps, lying arms outstretched on the bed. Hearing his moans as I run my lips along his shaft revives me, like a drop of water when one’s dying of thirst. I need this. I need him to restore me.

I take him to the edge, teasing his tip until he’s writhing on the bed, before straddling him, taking him inside me. He watches in awe as I ride him, circling my hips, losing myself in the gorgeous feeling building between my legs. Warmth rushes through my limbs, rejuvenating my senses as silver moonlight floods through the window.

His chest rises and falls underneath my hands, fingers digging into my hips. Hushed breaths drive me onward, grinding fervent, as his pleasure builds until he can take no more. Releasing into me, he groans my name while I grind fervent, taking every drop I can, refreshed and restored, ready for my next man.

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