«

»

Dark Fantasies at the Blood Bank

dark fantasiesI have dark fantasies about being a vampire. I am rather blood thirsty too. Lucky for me it is Nation Blood Donor Month. I figured instead of donating to a local blood bank, would be donors could donate to me. When my master of the dark night turned me, I knew I had to feed. I have been a submissive whore all my life. Feeding from people was hard for me at first. I feasted on small animals. When I couldn’t curb my desires for more blood, I broke into blood banks. I feasted on packages of blood like a drunk frat boy guzzling beer after beer. When I found out it was National Blood Donor Month, my dark fantasies became darker. I started stalking donors. Fuck, I thought to myself, why didn’t I do this sooner. Human victims, fresh blood from the source is always better. Much tastier too. I had the names of all the donors I had drank from the blood bank stash. They were monthly donors. I had no doubt they would give again. Just this time, they would give me every last drop. I had a list of whose blood I liked the most. I started with my most favorite. Lilly Robinson. Type B-. Pretty young thing with tasty blood. Her blood was sweet. Almost intoxicating like a fine Boudreaux.  I wormed my way into her home pretending to be from the blood bank. She was my first official kill. My first human meal. I was so hungry. Even though, I was never a dominate woman before, I was never a hungry vampire before either. Dark fantasies of feasting consumed me. My fangs came out and I bit her neck hard. I sucked her dry. I completely exsanguinated her. Her blood consumed me. It made me stronger and fearless. It made me an addict. I thanked her for her donation and went to find my second favorite blood donor.

dark fantasies


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>