Some of my callers are truly awed by how twisted I make the dark fantasies I weave for them. I’m a storyteller, as is in my Alaskan heritage. One of the things I love more than anything is making a man cum with just my voice, and the dark words that drip from my lips. I leave my boy toys constantly satisfied, horrified, and well drained in every sense of the word. Lately I’ve been playing up the Vampire, as is a true secret identity. I’ll gladly drain your balls, your wallet, and your heart.
I had him in the bathroom bar, pinned to the wall. I was nipping his neck, lapping up the sweet red wine that rolled from his wounds. My hands were feverishly jacking off his cock, and he was completely entranced by me. There was nothing he would have said no to had I asked in that moment. Before long, I could taste it in his blood that he was desperate to cum. I slowed my stroke, easing my hands into a hypnotizing melody. It wasn’t enough, and the frustration of needing to cum for his succubus queen was sure to boil him alive.
Fuck, I hoped so. I love when men succumb to me. I am a being beyond their wildest imagination. Sick, deranged, and a skilled huntress further entangled in the world of the dead than you could ever hope to be. Cum with me, and come with me. Let me show you the deepest desires, haunting the dark shadows of your mind. Confess them to me, and let me build for you a sick and twisted exploration beyond your darkest dreams. You belong to me. Come here, pretty pet.
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