The Vampire Pill

Hey all. I am about half way through The Vampire Pill. I like the cover I made here. It's a sexy mouth, a beautiful tongue, and it has vampire fangs. Excellent. The girl in real life is very beautiful, too. During the making of this book, I needed a name for the main character. The woman on the front cover's name is Keeyli Alfaro, but let's not confuse the two. In this book, Keeyli Ortega is a bit different. In real life Keeyli is shorter, she has brown eyes, her nails aren't acrylic, her posture is different, her body is different, you know? Keeyli Ortega is this tall, thin legged and arm super model that could walk down the runway. The kind every female would want to slip a length to. Keeli Alfaro is different in that she is real in the sense that she has natural beauty. She is the kind of person who doesn't need the make up, the bikini's, the everything to make her up to have what one would consider beauty. She is natural, where Ortega is more of a Kim Kardashian without the slut record (not my words) and the foot-long eyelashes. It's like comparing Kim Kardashian to Kate Beckinsale. One is made up to look beautiful, the other one doesn't have to try. So, while the names of them are the same from the book and real life, the two are far apart. I don't want her friends to come club me in the night for making her out, in the book, to be anything that could harm her reputation in real life...

THE TWO KEEYLI'S ARE DIFFERENT!

Cool. Now that that is out of the way, let's look at the cover:

The fangs are obvious fake. I did them in a picture editing program. The rest is natural. I personally like this picture because it is dark, yet light, evil, yet good, and nasty as it talks about drugs and vampires, yet beautiful because there is a woman on the front who has great features, and you just wonder what she could be doing with this pill the title talk about. There are contrasts and similarities. It's much like that

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" opening in A Tale of Two Cities.

Currently I am on page 110.

Am I allowed to say dick, penis, vagina, pussy, sperm, jizz, in books? There is a sex scene and it gets kind of detailed!

Spoiler Alert:
Is this alright? I haven't edited yet, but I am talking about in terms of..am I allowed to say "bad words"? Let me know what you think.


       

                                   “You really are real, aren’t you?” He asked, semi rhetorically, semi wanting to know the real answer. Was he crazy or was there something beyond the scope of almost every human being on the face of the Earth?

                                   He could tell that the game, for the day, was over. She didn’t need to perform anymore. Moving her head closer, Keeyli came up to within an inch of Michael’s face, staring deeply, intently into his eyes, her gaze not having any tricks this time as had been the obvious case when they were in the club. She was genuine and, out of the time they had spent together, she was not an open cupboard, ready to let someone take out what they wanted. What they needed.

                                   “You tell me,” she whispered and closed her eyes, tilting her head so that it came off of the pillow, her lips coming to press against Michael’s own lips. His head turned to hers but he did not repay the kiss, as cold as it was and as urging as his body was. As her pink, wet lips placed upon his, the kiss let out an echo that filled the room, though it was as soft as a feather falling to the floor. With her eyes still closed, Keeyli released his lips with hers, pulling a millimeter back though the tips of their senses still felt each other.

                                   She hung there for a second before Michael, for better or for worse, closed his own eyes and leaned forward, his lips joining with hers as his heart skipped a beat. Truth be told, if Keeyli had a working heart, it would have been skipping beats all along.

                                   Michael’s hand slip up Keeyli’s silky, pale leg, up her skirt, and grasped her ass as he grabbed hold of her, rolling over to where she lay now on her back, Michael on top. Looking down at her, he felt it deep in his core as her hand slid in a trail from the side of his abs to the strap of his undershirt, tugging gently as she, for the first genuine time, bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

                                   Grasping the bottom of his white undershirt, Michael rolled it over his body and then over his head. Biting her tongue, Keeyli’s hands instantly felt their way up his torso. In college he had been heavy into working out and, though not Arnold Schwarzenegger, he was very well defined, a decent six pack maxing itself known to all who looked at him. Her cold fingers rippled down the knobs of his six pack, her nails trailing just behind her fingers.

                                   With his shirt off, Michael lowered his head down to Keeyli’s, almost forcefully pressing his lips against hers as he smoothed himself out on top of her. Her head tilted as her left hand ran up his back to the back of his head, grasping his hair and pushing his head forward to create more push with his lips. Like two wrestlers, their tongues darted out of their mouths and met in the middle, fighting back and forth, twirling and lashing as the tongues fought for their territory, saliva mixing in the fray.

                                   With Michael situated on top of her, Keeyli’s free hand, her right hand, groped his ass for a second before she dug her thumb into the strap of his boxers, yanking them down to expose the full length of all he had to offer. Feeling her way around after the boxers had pulled down a good foot, she fingers a long shaft that, to her surprise, was a bit more than she expected. As their lips tangoed and their tongues wrestled, Keeyli’s fingers ran up the full length of Michael, finding its way to the top bulb and, with her thumb and index finger, massaging it as it pressed harder into her hand due to the push of his pelvis.

                                   Michael’s throat vibrated as he moaned eagerly into her mouth, their lips never detaching. The excitement made his member throb. Feeling him dispel precum all over the head of himself, Keeyli wrapped her hand around the purple knob, twirling her hand around to lube it up. Once she felt as though there was enough, she curled her fingers to match the exact size of him before sliding her hand down, the precum lubricating his length.

                                   He moaned once more into her mouth, though this one more intense than the last one. With ease, Keeyli’s hand began to slide, as though on a slip and slide, up and down the shaft she clutched, the wet sound of his precum all over her hand ringing in both of their ears. His dick flexed in her hand as she stroked it, controlling its every impulse. More precum rolled out of his head, soon caught up in the strokes of her cold hand.

                                   Unable to hold out any longer, Michael ran his hand down her side. Both of their eyes remained closed as their lips remained tightly locked. As his hand made it down her side, it crawled up her pink skirt, feeling around for any thong or panty that there was to pull down. To his surprise there was nothing. Had she planned to seduce him on this night?

                                   Bringing his hand around, he felt down the middle and, indeed, found that she was not wearing any sort of underwear. As it hand found the lips below her lips, Michael gently gripped her clit, stroking it gently between his thumb and index finger. Keeyli arched her back and, ripping her lips from his, moaned out, her hand clinching his penis as hard as anyone had ever squeezed it before, himself included.