Mardi Gras Parade: Magical Encounter at the French Quarter

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Recently divorced, broken-hearted, and lonely. Thus, where does one go to mend a broken heart? To the French Quarter, to the one and only Mardi Gras Parade, of course!  “It’s been a while” is an understatement! My bestie was also recently divorced, which allowed for an extra plane ticket to New Orleans. She called it the city of lust and magic. After begging and pleading her case, she convinced me to go. This is how I find myself in the dark of night at the Mardi Gras parade with a toxic drink in hand.

Some time went by, and in the middle of all the laughter and music, a moment of total silence was louder than the bustle surrounding us.

“Victoria…Victoria… come to me, my beloved… come to me, Victoria…”, an ominous voice repeated itself to come to him.  Almost in a trans-like state, I dropped the toxic dink in my hand and followed the command.

Louder and louder the voice becomes, until it is replaced by the sound of a steady heartbeat. There, inches away from my fingertips, a large French architectural door revealed a man with regal nobility. However, a predatory stare pierces through my soul as he extends his hand to greet me.

“My beloved, a century my heart has waited for you, and now every inch of my body aches for your skin.” Then he pulled me into the home and calmed my trembling body with a passionate kiss.

Making love to the rhythm of the Mardi Gras parade tune.

Lying on a silk canopy bed, my unidentified lover undresses me as if he were worshipping a Goddess. Kissing and licking his way up my thighs, his body presses against mine with vigor and lust. He kisses my neck, finding his way to my earlobe and whispering words that have never been spoken to me before.

“You bring me to the edge of myself with a burning fire that only the moistness between your legs can extinguish.” His words immediately melted me underneath him. Gushing, a river of wetness drenches the sheets.

As he finds his lips between my legs, my moans become louder than the music at the Mardi Gras parade going on in the street. An explosion like never before drenches my lover’s face as he places his body over mine, dripping over my lips. Next, I kiss him, tasting myself on his mouth. For a second, I opened my eyes and noticed his blue eyes replaced by glowing golden ones. Gasping in disbelief, he interrupts the kiss, and fangs come from his mouth, and then he bites my neck. One would think this would feel like the worst pain ever; instead, an extraordinary orgasm took over my body.

As I arch my back in intensifying pleasure, he looks down at my body with a mischievous, tooth-filled grin.

“I am completely consumed by the need for your body. You make me feel alive once again.” Alive? Was my lover not of this world?

As the Mardi Gras parade continues, so do the orgasms.

He inserted himself into me, slowly, deeply, and passionately. As the Mardi Gras Parade continued, vibrant outside the door, we unified our bodies in a primal and vigorous way.

Slowly, his manhood slid in and out of my quivering hole. While he was sliding his massive meat out of me and then slowly gliding himself inside of my hungry hole, he gave me a tooth-filled grin. He knew he was driving me to the edge of madness with his long, deep strokes. Not until he heard my whimpering did he grab the back of my legs and begin to thrust harder and harder with each penetrating move.

As my breast jerked back and forth, his cock penetrated me harder and faster. Just as an orgasm was to come forth, he stopped thrusting, while still deep inside of me. Before I asked what was wrong, he manipulated my hands and magically placed my finger over my swollen clit and made me rub it. Slowly rubbing my engorged clitoris while his cock was deep inside of me, he leaned in and kissed me passionately.

Not a second later, a shaking full-body orgasm explodes from within me. Screaming in pleasure, fangs grow from my mouth, and the thirst for blood overtakes me.

“There she is, my beloved, lost through the centuries of human blindness. Welcome home, my darling.” He said this while still inside of me, and memories of my true self flooded my mind.  Then he grinned once again and informed me that he was delighted that I remembered who I was, but now it was his turn…

Do you want to decide how this Mardi Gras parade story ends?

My beloved, will you make love to me until dawn? Will you breed me for hours, giving me your seed in different positions? Maybe I can ride your manhood until you explode your love secretions deep inside my womb… Give me a call, and you decide how this story ends… Furthermore, if you want to read about a first-time experience, don’t miss my last blog: A Valentine’s Day Deflowering Done Right.

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