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My Vampire Interview (Part 1)
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My Vampire Interview (Part 1) Here is a fantasy fit for this scary season, a Vampire fantasy... Happy Halloween all! She was beautiful. Sitting in the darkest corner of the small French café and bar, her long black wavy hair curled down around her perky breasts, which were almost completely visible in her tight stiff corset-like gray blouse, cut almost to her navel. The black choker made her neck seem long, and enhanced her tall, slender but very shapely figure. Her dark eyes were invisible in the shadows and her pale skin made her look odd, like a sexy corpse, since she sat motionless. She agreed to let me sit with her in a soft low voice. She wasted not time telling me she was a vampire, a fresh one. Her glass was empty and so I asked the waiter for a couple more drinks, champagne for me and for her a Bloody Mary, of course. Vampire fetishes had always fascinated me. Since I was a boy I had daydreamed of Vampire sex: that fantasy of eternal uninhibited sex with all the heightened senses of the undead and the full blown erotic hunger of it, that sex and food are essentially the same. I asked her to please tell me more… Her voice was hypnotic as she spoke. It all began with a fetish, she loved to bite and be bitten. As a , she had lost more than one boyfriend by leaving hickies that looked like wolf bites. “They were too embarrassed…” she smiled. Her teeth sparkled, they were so white, and her canines were noticeably longer than most. Was it just genetic? Were they thermoplastic veneer prosthetics – they looked so real? Or, I shuddered slightly, was she really a vampire? “Before long, my reputation preceded me and only the boys who shared my fantasy asked me out. Some of them misunderstood. They expected me to have an oral fixation, that I was eager to deep throat them and lap up their cum like a hungry beast.” She paused and looked straight at me. Her eyes were bottomless dark pools. “I did, of course. I’ve mastered all sexual pleasures, but it’s the bite that I yearn for. Only the bite gives me complete pleasure, total satisfaction. There is no orgasm for me unless I’m bitten, or doing the biting. So you can imagine, those who didn’t get it were very pleased to have their cocks sucked dry but they freaked out when I sucked blood from their necks.” She sipped her Bloody Mary, some of it dripping down the side of her mouth. Her long tongue licked it dry with surprising speed. “Yet, when they lost it and struggled against me, it made me unbearably hot, hornier than I’d ever been and my climaxes were the best: long and hard and over and over again, ripping through my body and soul like a violent thunderstorm of pure pleasure, one clap of lightning and thunder after another. The combination of the taste of their blood and their cocks trapped inside me sent me over the edge, I didn’t feel human any more, just a beast hungry for my style of sex. It was easy to hold them under me, or above me with my legs around them - my strength increases many fold when I orgasm, when I bite - until I was finished, which often took a long time. I used them for my pleasure and then let them go. But there were some who stayed.” She leaned closer and her long fingers touched the naked skin of my arm, red nail polish, it went without saying. I shivered. “That’s when I discovered vampires.” She licked the fingers that had just touched me. “Mm,” she licked her lips, “you taste sweet.” Again the smile: again the fangs. “Anyway, I only suspected at first. I mean, why did they like it so much? They had to be vampires.” Her fingers rose up to her neck and gently caressed the side, over one particular spot under the choker. “It was last week that I found out for sure.” She slid closer to me in the small booth and leaned forward. The fabric of her blouse was so thick that it pulled away from her and revealed one of her breasts. It was pure white, very firm and plump, with a small dark nipple that was expanding, growing rigid from the center of her<b> areola. </font></b>She knew I was looking at her breast and it excited her. She spoke with more emotion, more lust in her voice, “One of them took me then. I bit him and he did not resist. In the middle of my orgasm he pulled back on my hair and bit me here.” She pulled the choker down to reveal two circular bit marks, still bruised and swollen. “It was like dying and going to heaven. It literally felt like I died from the intensity of the orgasms. I must have passed out. There is no memory of how long I convulsed in full sexual satisfaction, the best ever, with no idea who or where I was, until I awoke hours later. He was gone but had left me with this bite. It was the most thrilling sex ever!” Her hand gently held mine and guided it beneath her blouse to her breast. The smoothness of her skin was irresistible. Her firm, erect nipple was electric, literally electric, like a shock that gave me an instant erection and with each beat of her heart my mind flashed with the urge to penetrate her and fuck her like a wild beast. “Take me home with you, now!” she whispered. I paid the check and we walked arm in arm out into the cool night air.  |
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