Chapter 1: I Remember (2009)
As I pondered on how to get myself out of this situation I thought back. I remembered the days. The days when sex and blood meant something to me. It was my substance. My d**g of choice. I remember when the touch of a lover could make me shudder. The look they'd give me could make my blood boil. I felt so sexy, so alive. I was a succubus. It is what I am.
I think back to the good ol days.
When I could drink from Toni 3 or 4 times a week, and be so satisfied I didn't even bother calling anyone else. He had a way of making me come off straight dick while hittin it from the back. The very first time he did it, I told him that had to be a fluke. He rolled me over and did it again like he knew precisely what he was doing. And he did. His blood was a breed I only rarely came across. It held such a power that it was like a hearty meal leaving my powers at full peak. We were to each other what we were to everyone else. That one person who we knew would never let us down. I knew he would never fail me and he knew the same of me.
I remembered Dav. The only guy I ever met whose whole body would vibrate when I drank from him as we fuck. Amazing. He had the cutest ass I have ever laid eyes on, and I'm not a big fan of men's asses. He could make his ass cheeks jump as well as any female stripper.
I remembered Rip. Boy do I remember him. He was the reincarnate of a King I once knew whether he cared to know or not. His was like the blood of a god. Literally causing me to OD on it. I was definitely addicted. He was also the best at team sports, he fit snuggly in a MagXL and reached parts of me that seldom got attention. He was always on the spot whether it was 2, 3, 4 or even 5 of us. He could feed us all and always managed to hold his own.
I remembered my Ben. He was the only guy who's moans in my ear were the sweetest music I'd ever heard in my life. He never left me needing more. Always satisfied.
I remembered the guy I bit just because he looked like Ludacris.
I remembered my Tayshaun, whom even though he wasn't the most hung he had a way of doing things that made him one of my favorites. His blood was like an ice cold can of Sprite on a hot day. Crisp, refreshing and you could drink it all day. I had to be careful with him though. We had bonded and he was sensitive to my magic. The bond was a connection that allowed me to inadvertently draw his energy when I needed sudden strength. I once almost killed him during a battle with a pissed off demon. I couldn't wake him for two days.
I remembered Cal, who wasn't always available but he always made it worth my while when he did. He'd have me laughing in tears, well fed and fucked by the time he left. His blood was like a bottle of Gatorade. It replenished all the necessary nutrients. A health food almost. He was also good at team sports though not readily available.
I remembered My Jersey Cat, one of two people I was simply grateful for having the pleasure of wrapping my lips around. He came all the way from Jersey to sample some Detroit love. I got the crew together for him too. It was like a dining at a international restaurant. There was definitely something different about the taste of east coast blood. I made plans to spend some time there in the future.
I remembered Big brother O-MighTY. Who's aggressiveness added to his energy. He could blend pleasure and pain with a fierceness that reminded me of my maker. I used to beg him to suck harder, bite harder. I loved the energy it made between us.
And alas I remembered my maker. The one who turned me that one summer night. He taunted me for months before he finally changed me. I have never been the same since. I see clearer, taste deeper, experience stronger. The only time in my existence that I begged for someone's blood. The one time where I was not the one in control. I will never forget that night, the moon bled, the earth quaked and imploded around me. My soul was ripped from my body, shredded and recreated and nothing had ever felt so good. I would have been content to die eternally at that moment and turn my back on everything that I had ever known. The taste of his blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted. It was indescribable except to say to this day I have tasted nothing even remotely close to it. Even the blood of my Rip was like watered down Kool-Aid in comparison.
I think back to the good ol days.
When I could drink from Toni 3 or 4 times a week, and be so satisfied I didn't even bother calling anyone else. He had a way of making me come off straight dick while hittin it from the back. The very first time he did it, I told him that had to be a fluke. He rolled me over and did it again like he knew precisely what he was doing. And he did. His blood was a breed I only rarely came across. It held such a power that it was like a hearty meal leaving my powers at full peak. We were to each other what we were to everyone else. That one person who we knew would never let us down. I knew he would never fail me and he knew the same of me.
I remembered Dav. The only guy I ever met whose whole body would vibrate when I drank from him as we fuck. Amazing. He had the cutest ass I have ever laid eyes on, and I'm not a big fan of men's asses. He could make his ass cheeks jump as well as any female stripper.
I remembered Rip. Boy do I remember him. He was the reincarnate of a King I once knew whether he cared to know or not. His was like the blood of a god. Literally causing me to OD on it. I was definitely addicted. He was also the best at team sports, he fit snuggly in a MagXL and reached parts of me that seldom got attention. He was always on the spot whether it was 2, 3, 4 or even 5 of us. He could feed us all and always managed to hold his own.
I remembered my Ben. He was the only guy who's moans in my ear were the sweetest music I'd ever heard in my life. He never left me needing more. Always satisfied.
I remembered the guy I bit just because he looked like Ludacris.
I remembered my Tayshaun, whom even though he wasn't the most hung he had a way of doing things that made him one of my favorites. His blood was like an ice cold can of Sprite on a hot day. Crisp, refreshing and you could drink it all day. I had to be careful with him though. We had bonded and he was sensitive to my magic. The bond was a connection that allowed me to inadvertently draw his energy when I needed sudden strength. I once almost killed him during a battle with a pissed off demon. I couldn't wake him for two days.
I remembered Cal, who wasn't always available but he always made it worth my while when he did. He'd have me laughing in tears, well fed and fucked by the time he left. His blood was like a bottle of Gatorade. It replenished all the necessary nutrients. A health food almost. He was also good at team sports though not readily available.
I remembered My Jersey Cat, one of two people I was simply grateful for having the pleasure of wrapping my lips around. He came all the way from Jersey to sample some Detroit love. I got the crew together for him too. It was like a dining at a international restaurant. There was definitely something different about the taste of east coast blood. I made plans to spend some time there in the future.
I remembered Big brother O-MighTY. Who's aggressiveness added to his energy. He could blend pleasure and pain with a fierceness that reminded me of my maker. I used to beg him to suck harder, bite harder. I loved the energy it made between us.
And alas I remembered my maker. The one who turned me that one summer night. He taunted me for months before he finally changed me. I have never been the same since. I see clearer, taste deeper, experience stronger. The only time in my existence that I begged for someone's blood. The one time where I was not the one in control. I will never forget that night, the moon bled, the earth quaked and imploded around me. My soul was ripped from my body, shredded and recreated and nothing had ever felt so good. I would have been content to die eternally at that moment and turn my back on everything that I had ever known. The taste of his blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted. It was indescribable except to say to this day I have tasted nothing even remotely close to it. Even the blood of my Rip was like watered down Kool-Aid in comparison.
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