“Then the stories of vampires—”
“They are true for the most part. I’m an anomaly. A freak. An outsider to the darkness where others live.”
“How do you keep your identity a secret? I mean after the sex.”
“When it’s over, I alter his memory. He forgets ever knowing me.”
“If that’s the only thing holding you back, then bite me. I want you to.”
“No.” I looked at him.
“You’ve done it to others, why not me?”
“The other men meant nothing to me. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.”
“And me?”
“I feel something for you, Cliff. I don’t know what it is. Lust, love, maybe just a man-crush. The truth is I’ve not felt this way since my transition into this new way of life. I can’t alter your memory. I care too much for you.”
“Then don’t.” He pushed me back against the couch. He straddled my lap. His erect cock pressed against me. His precome, leaking like a faucet, smeared across my skin and through the hair as he rubbed himself against me.