Samson's Lovely Mortal

Bite me, damn it, or I'll kick you in the balls so hard, you'll scream into the next century!

Champagne?" Carl asked. "You know we don't drink champagne, Carl." Ricky laughed. "Yes, but I don't think it's polite in mixed company to gulp down glasses of blood.

May I have another one?" Her voice was smooth, silky, tempting. Did she know this was foreplay?

You are more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever met. And if there weren’t so many people here, I’d show you just how desirable I think you are.

A humming sound alerted him to a message on his cell phone. He looked at it. 'She said yes'. Yes! Yes! Yes!

Open," he urged her in a soft voice. Samson to Delilah