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body pressed to mine, his lips and tongue sweetly bringing me to an almost instant orgasm.
     
"Wait." I stepped back, breathing heavily. "Wait ... I'm sorry ... whoa ... you really had me going there." I stood stock still, willing myself not to erupt inside my shorts. Holy
    ... I'd never come to the brink so quickly.
"Ron, come to me."
    His smooth, melodic voice acted as a balm, calming the internal furore that had raged in me. With one long stride, I closed the gap I had created between us and took him in my arms again. There was something magical about his presence, something intangible I couldn't define. He was a real, vital being, yet there was something else—otherworldly perhaps—as I crushed his mouth with mine.
    Banging at the door made me jump back from his embrace.
"Damn," I muttered, seeing two figures standing outside.
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My Vampire Lover
by J. P. Bowie
"You closed early!" a disgruntled, angry shout came from the other side of the door.
I swung it open. "Sorry," I said. "We had no business, so we closed."
"You had no business closing!" The speaker, an overweight jerk who should have stopped eating for at least a month, glared at me through piggy eyes.
    "Yeah, he's right!" An equally gross woman at his side barked at me. "We're here all the time, and we want to be served right now!" "Sorry, the chef's gone for the night."
I was aware of Jean-Claude standing beside me. "Can I be of some assistance?" he asked quietly.
"You the manager?" the fat jerk snapped at him.
"No and if you came here all the time, as you've said, you would know that this young man is the manager. Now I suggest you leave, before I bounce you on your fat bottoms."
    I bit off the laugh that rose to my lips. Fatso looked like he was about to explode, when suddenly Jean-Claude held up his hand and waved it once in front of the couple's faces. Like balloons with all the air suddenly sucked out of them, the two sagged before my eyes and, shoulders slumped in complete defeat, slouched away down the street.
    I turned to Jean-Claude and looked at him in amazement.
"How ... how did you do that?" I stammered.
"It's a little trick I learned some years ago—auto-suggestion, I think it's called. The nice thing is, they will never come back to this restaurant again." "Wow, impressive," I said, believing him.
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    by J. P. Bowie "Now, where were we?" he said, moving into my arms.
"Uh ... Jean-Claude ... I think we should slow this down a little."
He gave me a hurt look. "Don't you like me?"
"Oh, yeah. I like you—a lot. It's just that, I've been working. I'm hot and sweaty. I need to get out of these clothes and into a shower." "Well, I'm all for you getting out of those clothes," he said, with a sly smile. "But if you're uncomfortable here, perhaps I can come home with you?" "Yeah, that'll be good. Let me just lock up."
    On the short walk back to my apartment, I was pissed, yet pleased, by the numerous admiring glances thrown at Jean-Claude by just about every queen who passed us. Glancing at his classic profile every now and then, I wondered why on earth he would have admired me from afar as he put it. And why hadn't I noticed him? He was most definitely the noticeable kind.
He took my hand as we climbed the steps to my apartment. I was startled yet incredibly touched by that gesture. I opened the door, and he stood, poised on the threshold, as if holding back. Oh, don't tell me you've had a change of heart , I thought, disappointment making me frown.
    "What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't you want to come in?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Of course I do," I said, taking his arm.
"Thank you for inviting me to your home." He stepped into the hall, and I led him to the living room.
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My Vampire Lover
by J. P. Bowie
"Make yourself comfy," I told him, pointing to the couch.
"Can I get you anything while I shower? A beer? Or, I do have some wine..."
"I'll wait until you finish showering," he said with a smile as he sat on the couch. Felicia, my lady cat,