I've been watching the various boards for a couple of years, wondering if anyone writing some of the erotic Vampire stories had it right. I don't really think so, based on my own experience, though occasionally one of them sounds close. The thing is, I guess I can't say I'm an expert, since there's no guarantee that others are like Brad. But it's hard to believe they could be very different, since when I think about him, everything seems so logical.

I was between marriages, the first a disaster, the second that lasted all this time, very happily. The only good thing from the first was my son Todd, who was four the year I gave up and filed for divorce. Money wasn't much of a problem, we oral surgeons do very well, and in my case the hours aren't too bad. At twenty eight, I wished that I was happier, because I had all the things you were supposed to need in life, but of course that isn't the answer, we all find out. Todd was a consistent pleasure, and for a year or so, I just sort of floated.

But eventually, I was starved for male companionship, and my small circle of friends just didn't offer any suitable company.

Masturbation was getting old, and besides a good looking, well built redhead in good shape should have alternatives, I thought. So I tried a couple of singles bars, and met Brad the third night at the nicest.

Those places all have more girls than boys, and when this tall, blond man built like a surfer walked in, I was so far away that I figured he'd be surrounded before I could even get to him. He stood in the door to the bar, but didn't seem to be looking anywhere.

Still, none of the women even seemed to notice him. After a moment, he took a seat at the mahogany table in the foyer, and ordered a drink. I kept waiting for him to be attacked, but it didn't happen.

At the time, this car saleman was hitting on me, I remember he was trying so hard he kept spitting on my sleeve. I had been thinking about leaving to get away from him. Suddenly, he got this far away look in his eyes, and just walked off. That surprised me, and as I watched him go, this baritone voice said, very quietly, "I see you're alone. Want some company?" I looked up, and there he was.

Up close, he was a little swarthy, but his face was beautiful, if you can use that word for a man. There were some wrinkles, but it added character, and his eyes smiled. He was tall, but slim. He wore a black polo and dark red pants. It was super dramatic with the longish blond hair. I stared at him, but couldn't speak. Finally, he raised his eyebrows, and that sort of broke my spell, and I stuttered "Oh, yeah, well, sure, if you want." He sat down with a smooth, unhurried movement, right next to me. My heart was going a mile a minute, and my stomach churned.

An aside about myths. Later, I found out the only mind control he used that night was on the other women, and the salesman. He said that seduction was far more pleasurable when it was unforced. He said it was the chase, the pursuit, that added piquance. Besides, he didn't need it.

Of course, his physical presence and suave style were irresistible, particularly to a woman who hadn't felt the attention of a handsome, intelligent man in a sexual way for a good year and a half. "My name's Brad, Brad Lucard. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I was tonguetied, but managed to choke out "Just here for a drink."

He chatted me up in a very nice, dignified way until I began to relax. After I finally worked up the nerve to tell him my recent history, he commented "The man must have been brain dead, Susan.

Beautiful, well built, making a lot of money. A little ego is a terrible thing." He was right, my ex had been all conflicted about me, and it had ruined any chance we might have had for a good relationship. The girl he had the affair with, that was the final straw, was short, dumpy, and earned seven bucks an hour in a law office. The idiot used her boss in the divorce, and my guy ate him alive.

But Brad had no such problem. I could tell he felt that I was a suitable companion for him, that he deserved someone special. As we talked, he was interesting, expressed opinions without fearing that I would disagree, and made me feel like an adult again. Also, just his conversation, and the occasional brush of his shoulder against mine had me getting my panties sticky. I remember being glad I had worn the sexy thong sheers, that went with the black chemise. After a while, I made sure his shoulder would brush my tits too.

Another digression. My pussy is really hyperactive. I cream fast, and have a strong musky odor, that isn't disagreeable. The first really pushy thing Brad did was lean slightly nearer to me, sniff the scent that was starting to surround me, overpowering my perfume, and then look into my eyes. He smiled, and went "Mmmmmmm. Susan, Susan. You smell wonderful, suddenly."

First, I blushed, embarassed that he had noticed so easily. Then I closed my eyes, saying to myself "Come on, asshole, this is why you came here." and whispered to him "My place isn't far, Brad. Why pay retail when I have some very old Brandy at home?" He signalled the waitress without another word, and we left two half finished drinks on the table. But the walk five blocks to my townhouse was like a seduction itself.

We both were letting ourselves brush together. He had a hand around my waist, and it very quickly cupped my ass. My arm around his waist would pull his hips into mine, and after a block I was turning slightly so his thigh bumped my crotch. I kept looking up into his eyes, and half way there, he leaned down and brushed his lips across mine.