Vampire Sex
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Posted:Aug 28, 2016 2:53 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 5:4 am
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Let's start out an ordinary evening...went to horror convention. I wandered around looking at all the craft stuff and saying hello to authors whom I have met in the past. I would say I prepared for an uneventful evening. A smile caught my eye...did we know each other. I didn't recall. I don't often meet miniature vampires, lol. Damn she was hot, sexy red hair and a tight black dress. Oddly I did not see the canines. With candle light and classical music she was a sight. All fire and sex , all 4'11'' of her. She walked up to me, leaned in asking for a dance. I quickly replied that I didn't dance. A sly sexy smile as she led me to the darkened halls of the terminal. Candle light glistened on her skin. Her sweet musky scent aroused all that was male in me. My cock hardened as she greedily tugged off my pants. As she knelt down I felt the blood rush to my cock, and the light glinted off her canines. She parted her red lips and grabbed my ass as she slid her eager mouth over my shaft, as if she owned it. I almost heard her say how hungry she was though her mouth was already full. I moaned softly as her lips slid hungrily down to the base. I felt her tongue swirling, and her teeth grazing ever so lightly over me. I felt her pulse quicken with mine as she brought me closer to the edge. The soft slurping sounds aroused me further and I held her head as I went into a trance. She moved faster, and I heard her begging in my mind, "feed me". My body stiffened and I threw my head back as I erupted in her mouth, feeling her swallow every drop. Then I felt a piercing in my thigh...and looked to see the tiny drop of blood. She looked up with a smile...as I steadied myself, pulling up my pants.. I was alone. I was dizzy , feeling a slight bit off but clearly alone.
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A reply to an email that apparently I can't respond to.
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Posted:Apr 21, 2015 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2015 4:19 pm
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Well, I had some of the same thoughts. It seemed to me that you had gone away, lost interest. So, I enjoyed your blog, your videos, etc. Perhaps I'm sometimes easily discouraged. It's not necessarily a good response, but it happens. And yes, I can be painfully shy. If I don't get a response back,in my experience, it's usually because someone has lost interest or has too much going on. So, I let it go, and see what the future brings. If they come back, and we talk, great, if not, well, that's what is supposed to happen. I've also had some other things going on in my life and it looked like you had alot going on, too.
As for intentions, do we really know each other enough to have intentions? There's a lot more to find out about each other before that. I'm rather serious about not jumping into anything. I've done it and it's not really a healthy thing for me. So, being reserved is a bit of a defense mechanism as well as part of my nature.
If you'd like to talk some more, great, I think we have some interests in common to talk about. If not, have an excellent life.
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borowed from another blog--hope no one minds
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Posted:Mar 28, 2015 8:10 am
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2016 5:05 pm
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just fishing...try and fill out in paragraph form...
1. Your Name
2. Age
3. Favorite position (s) ?
4. Do you think I'm hot?
5. Would you have sex with me?
6. Lights; on or off?
7. Would you have to be drunk?
8. Would you take a shower with me?
9. Have you ever thought about having sex with me?
10. Would you leave after or stay the night?
11. Do you like cuddling afterwards?
12. Condom or skin?
13. Do you give Oral pleasures?
14. Do you like to receive Oral Pleasures?
15. Have sex on the first date?
16. Would you kiss me during sex?
17. Do you think I would be good in bed?
18. Three sum?
19. With someone of the same sex?
20. How many times would you like to cum?
21. Would you use me as a booty call?
22. Do you like fore play?
23. What is fore play to you?
24. Can we take pictures of the act?
25. Would you be willing to go out in public?
26. What is the wildest sexual experience you have ever had?
27. Do you think you would like to do this with me?
26. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
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A diagnosis
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Posted:Sep 28, 2013 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2015 6:14 pm
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http://LesbianPersonals.com
Approach Anxiety: noun, singular. The fear of approaching and interacting with a stranger you find attractive.
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Comfort Zones
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Posted:Sep 28, 2013 5:55 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2015 9:00 pm
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I hate hate hate dating. It's nothing but rejection and anxiety. Emails gone into black-holes. Women outside my species. Wrong fits. Deal-breakers on both sides. Almosts but not quite. Emails exchanged, then nothing. And everything about it is so polarized I can't keep my head straight.Agonize over every sentence in an email and then nothing. No response. Then a like from another, emails, phone calls, a meet--and it all feels wrong and she says she's more comfortable as friends, which I'm good with. Then likes, and anxiety over who to talk to. A like and an email, an email back, then nothing. Did I insult somehow? Did she already find someone better? Is it karmic because I didn't do a like back to someone else? I know I overthink things. Multiple likes that I should be talking to to see what happens. I'll never know if I don't do anything but it hurts to do something because all it brings up is fear. And I know I must not fear, but I have no Spice. My Bene Gesserit Grandmother is gone.
Multiple likes from multiple possibles--I don't know how to choose!!! I don't know how to juggle. I don't know how to date more than one at at a time. I've seen it called fiftie's dating and I want to do it because this whole concentrating on one at at time shit hasn't really worked out. But I've donme this since the fucking first grade. I fixated on a girl and she wasn't interested. Did the same thing in 2nd grade. Same n 3rd grade. By 4th or 5th grade I had given up. How the hell did I start this shit so young?
Amidst all this I flirted with a cashier, which I have never done before in my life. I flirted with a co-worker and think it's reciprocal.This gives me hope. But then an email from another goes unanswered and I die a little inside.
Women look but then do nothing. What was so scary in my profile that they saw a pic and then ran away?
So I feel unloveable
Un-likeable
No One's sexual fantasy
No Ones's relationship fantasy
No One's anything
It doesn't help that I'm totally oblivious to any sort of signs of interest until there's a tongue in my mouth and I go "Oh, that's what all that meant. I should have seen this coming." Hit me upside the head with a 2x4 and maybe I'll get the hint. I'm freakin Rajesh Kuthrapali personified. Once I get to know someone I'm fine, but to get there is so painful sometimes. Most of the time. All of the time?
My therapist is taking a Nietzschean approach to my therapy. I shoud be doing things outside my comfort zone. Well, I'm going to be pretty damn strong if I'm not killed by all this. I. Am. So. Way. Out. Of. My. Comfort. Zone.
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Ramblings and Rants--Maybe We'll Learn Something
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Posted:Jul 16, 2013 8:01 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2013 9:49 am
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I sit and look, not ready to talk or let myself stand out. I lurk, analyzing my self (spelled correctly in this context), my past, my future, my present-getting to know myself again. What do I want, who do I want, who fits? I analyze pictures and profiles. I read paragraphs of honest desires, sentences of fearful hopes, diatribes of barely masked rage and self-loathing mixed with contempt for loves lost and hopes dashed next to quotes of quiet power and bold love. The task is to separate the true faces, or at least the true masks, from the secret fears only uttered in the solitude of black night. Utterances that should only exist once and never again as they make sense of deepest fears and are then subsumed back in the full personality. I read snippets of lives presented as a description of self. Some beautiful, some not for me. I will not call them ugly, as all are beautiful, to some ones. There are those who would not find me beautiful and we move on.
What am I ? Who am I? Sometimes I know exactly, precisely. Sometimes I have no inkling of what or who I really am.
And if I post this to some exhibitionistic on-line journal am I presenting a part of me that others should know or am I just ranting? It’s all sorting out the self. I have to do this periodically—perhaps more than I have in the past. Perhaps I just wasn’t ready. Perhaps I needed to live the exact life I’ve led to get me here now, where I’m supposed to be.
I know I’m a good person, a caring person, but I have to watch myself. I need to be honest with myself the most. How else can I be honest with another if I cannot be honest with myself? I have to be me, all the time. I have to make sure I don’t allow myself to be lost in another’s happiness because then I’m not necessarily happy.
And so I sit and look, defining my self again-always the same, always in flux. I look for the deal-breakers, the deal-makers, the possibilities of fit. So as I re-build, I will look, and tentatively talk, comment, engage. I will look up old friends, try to make new ones and see who fits. Most important I will take a chance, a risk. If I post this, it is a risk, if I don’t it is a risk.
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