My Blood Fetish

So, I've always had a bit of an obsession with vampires. I mean, pretty much ever since I was a little kid, when I would go around play-acting as a vampire, and then telling people my favorite colors were red & black because those were "vampire" colors (no idea where I got that from). I even had a book about vampires, saying things like their eyes were/could be red, and had pictures, etc. I love vampires. Always have.

Well, when I was about 14 or 15, I got a bit immersed into the vampire culture. I thought that I was one of those "actual" vampire people, and I started drinking the blood of one guy. My parents kind of found out, and naturally freaked the hell out. I wasn't allowed to see the guy anymore. I actually found two other guys to try this out on - one was just a "one-time" thing, he did to please me but wasn't at all into it. The other guy would cut the top of his arm and I would just suck away on the blood, which was great, and he liked it a lot as well.

So I get older and eventually realize that what I actually had a was a blood fetish. I don't care about the other elements of a vampire culture, but I badly miss the blood. It was The red, thick liquid, the taste of salted rust...God. Miss it.


My favorite memory was with my first "partner." After having a really nice long session, I went to a mirror and noticed some residual blood on my chin and lips. It still turns me on just thinking about it.


It's nice to know I'm not alone. I'm not a "Goth," or anything like that. I'm very standard, albeit with some quirks. I just really adore the taste/sight of blood.

JPeaslee JPeaslee
Mar 11, 2010