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meet in the kiss we so desperately want.
    I’ve kissed many women over the years, but always when I was hunting. It’s been a century and a half since I kissed a woman for any reason other that pursuing a meal. So it’s a shock at the warm emotion that fills me with the touch of Diane’s lips.
    Fill me is the only description. All the darkness, the cold, the undeath of my existence is pushed out of my awareness by the sweet, sweet joy that suffuses through my body as the woman I love kisses me.
    Diane moans, shivers in my embrace and clutches me tight to her. She wraps her legs around me, then uses them to lift herself so we’re face to face. Her mouth pulls at me with lustful greed, so desperate for the taste of me. Her breath starts to pant in and out of her nose. A smell I’m quite familiar with, that of a woman’s arousal, begins to fill the air around us.
    My lovely lady pulls away from me and looks down to where we are joined at the pelvis. Then her head comes up with a look of puzzled concern on her face.
    I know what is troubling her. “To use the cliche; it’s not you, it’s me, cher. ”
    There’s a moment where hurt crosses her features. But that clears with realization. “Your…condition.”
    “ Oui . Impotency is another of the effects.”
    She sighs and disappointment sounds in it.
    I give her a roguish smile. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make love to you. There are so many ways to express how I feel.”
    I place my right hand on her buttocks to hold her up while the other goes to the back of her head and I pull her into another kiss. While my tongue toys with hers, I carry my lover across the room and into the hall.
    Diane once again answers that kiss with sublime passion. She growls and wiggles her womanhood into me. For a second she pulls away to gasp, “Door on the left!” Then her fingernails dig into my back and she kisses me hard once again.
    Once we’re in the bedroom I lay her gently on the bed. My hands go to her neck so that I can stroke her warm, becoming damp skin.
    That makes Diane groan. A shiver runs through her body. For a moment she stop our kiss to let out a gasp, then she grabs my head and pulls me tight once more.
    My right hand runs over her shoulder then flirts over her breast. I can feel her nipple through the fabric, hard with desire. I pinch it, just a touch. Then I wrap my fingers around her firm mound, she’s just large enough that I can do so, and squeeze ever so gently.
    Diane pulls away to gasp again. She wraps her arms around my neck to bury her face in my shoulder. “Georges!” she moans, “don’t tease me!”
    I chuckle. “But that’s half the fun. This is too sublime a moment to rush.”
    In response she sighs. “It is wonderful, isn’t it? I’ve never felt, felt this way before. So close. So needy.”
    “Nor I,” I tell her. I pull back to kiss her once more. My hand goes to the button at the top of her blouse and I undo it. One by one I work downwards.
    I don’t need to undo them all. The beautiful redhead beneath me pulls her upper garment from her slacks and starts releasing the buttons from the bottom. Our hands meet in middle. Then  our lips smile into each other at the symmetry of our actions.
    Diane shimmies out of her blouse, enfolds me in her arms to pull me to her again.
    The feel of her, of so much of her skin so warm against me stokes the fire in me. I growl and  the fervor with which I kiss my love intensifies. My palm runs over her heated flesh to warm my soul, chase away the cold of undeath that is always at the center of my being.
    Diane shivers, and it’s not entirely from passion. She pulls away from me. “You have cold hands, Georges,” she says with both a giggle and a touch of a chatter.
    “That won’t last long,” I tell her with a grin. Then I pet her womanhood through her slacks. As I do I take a second to concentrate and a tiny amount of the blood in my stomach warms my body. Hiding the fact that I’m usually