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it feels, but it won’t be so intolerable after some time. You will learn to control it and not let the hunger control you.” He said to me mentally.
I was kind of getting used to the idea of receiving mind-messages and being able to speak with no words; I started to imagine all the uses I could give to this and it was just mind-blowing! I could tell him anything I wanted without even worrying about somebody eavesdropping. His voice seemed so intimate and sensuous that for a blind second I just forgot how to breathe. I knew it was time to give in, to let myself succumb to my vampire self and finally accept it.
“What do you mean by control it and not let it control you?” I asked him mentally. I knew my message came across as soon as I saw a satisfied grin drawn on his lips; this might have been the kind of response he was expecting all along. He looked proud and protective as if he had a treasure no one else had and didn’t want to share it.
“Distract the hunger. That’s all I mean. It’s quite easy once you get the idea, if you let it take over then you loose yourself to it but if you distract it: you set aside the animal inside you and let your will govern.” His answer was once again mental, making me feel delighted in this public privacy.
Distract the hunger . . . what a complex thought! It was nearly as if I was letting it have a personality of its own, just as if the hunger was a thinking animal trapped inside me and craving to be released.
He then started to be more effusive with his fingertips and started to trace every curve of my lips, he traced my cheeks and the curve of my neck. Jonathan seemed completely decided to start teasing me! And he was accomplishing it. I felt in utmost rapture under his touch, so much that I nearly lost my connection to anything but the thought of our connection.
Without letting go, his smile grew wider and he spoke to me once more in the depths of my thoughts: “That’s just it, you see? I’m making you distract your hunger, and it works: your thoughts trailed on a completely different track as I can see . . .”
I felt my face flush madly under those words, I couldn’t veil my thoughts to him in this moment and if I thought of anything else the excruciating hunger would return. It was a complete torture!
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” he said to my mind and continued, “This is exactly what I wanted to show you: there are certain kinds of thoughts that can overrule your hunger. Sometimes, the battle is not easy, but if you concentrate and choose the right thoughts and memories you’ll be able to prevail over the hunger. Thoughts of love and of utmost hatred work perfectly well; and if you can spice things up with a little lust you can be sure to triumph.” He winked at me and made my face grow even hotter.
Although Jonathan had made me blush, I knew he was right. The hunger was no longer controlling me; I was now the one in control.
“It’s time.” Said James and nodded at Corbin. “We are going to take you to meet someone, but for security reasons we are going to hold you and we will not let go. Please distract your hunger.” James’ voice was soft but firm, and upon saying this, he took hold of one of my arms and looking at Jonathan had him hold my other side.
By the time they had me standing with them firmly at my sides, Corbin had stood up and opened a large wooden double door that was on the opposite wall and disappeared in darkness. We walked silently towards the door. They were leading me though they were not dragging me; some part of me felt compelled to follow Corbin into the dark.
When we crossed the doors we got into a very dimly lit antechamber. It was thickly carpeted and long, with no furnishings but a small black granite table with a very expensive looking vase on it. No windows sat on the wood-lined walls and all the lighting came from a tiny bronze lamp set high above a smaller door. The door was closed and impeccably
I was kind of getting used to the idea of receiving mind-messages and being able to speak with no words; I started to imagine all the uses I could give to this and it was just mind-blowing! I could tell him anything I wanted without even worrying about somebody eavesdropping. His voice seemed so intimate and sensuous that for a blind second I just forgot how to breathe. I knew it was time to give in, to let myself succumb to my vampire self and finally accept it.
“What do you mean by control it and not let it control you?” I asked him mentally. I knew my message came across as soon as I saw a satisfied grin drawn on his lips; this might have been the kind of response he was expecting all along. He looked proud and protective as if he had a treasure no one else had and didn’t want to share it.
“Distract the hunger. That’s all I mean. It’s quite easy once you get the idea, if you let it take over then you loose yourself to it but if you distract it: you set aside the animal inside you and let your will govern.” His answer was once again mental, making me feel delighted in this public privacy.
Distract the hunger . . . what a complex thought! It was nearly as if I was letting it have a personality of its own, just as if the hunger was a thinking animal trapped inside me and craving to be released.
He then started to be more effusive with his fingertips and started to trace every curve of my lips, he traced my cheeks and the curve of my neck. Jonathan seemed completely decided to start teasing me! And he was accomplishing it. I felt in utmost rapture under his touch, so much that I nearly lost my connection to anything but the thought of our connection.
Without letting go, his smile grew wider and he spoke to me once more in the depths of my thoughts: “That’s just it, you see? I’m making you distract your hunger, and it works: your thoughts trailed on a completely different track as I can see . . .”
I felt my face flush madly under those words, I couldn’t veil my thoughts to him in this moment and if I thought of anything else the excruciating hunger would return. It was a complete torture!
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” he said to my mind and continued, “This is exactly what I wanted to show you: there are certain kinds of thoughts that can overrule your hunger. Sometimes, the battle is not easy, but if you concentrate and choose the right thoughts and memories you’ll be able to prevail over the hunger. Thoughts of love and of utmost hatred work perfectly well; and if you can spice things up with a little lust you can be sure to triumph.” He winked at me and made my face grow even hotter.
Although Jonathan had made me blush, I knew he was right. The hunger was no longer controlling me; I was now the one in control.
“It’s time.” Said James and nodded at Corbin. “We are going to take you to meet someone, but for security reasons we are going to hold you and we will not let go. Please distract your hunger.” James’ voice was soft but firm, and upon saying this, he took hold of one of my arms and looking at Jonathan had him hold my other side.
By the time they had me standing with them firmly at my sides, Corbin had stood up and opened a large wooden double door that was on the opposite wall and disappeared in darkness. We walked silently towards the door. They were leading me though they were not dragging me; some part of me felt compelled to follow Corbin into the dark.
When we crossed the doors we got into a very dimly lit antechamber. It was thickly carpeted and long, with no furnishings but a small black granite table with a very expensive looking vase on it. No windows sat on the wood-lined walls and all the lighting came from a tiny bronze lamp set high above a smaller door. The door was closed and impeccably
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