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My name is Destiny and I am a vampire. Unlike those bullshit stories, I don't need blood to survive, I need cum juices. I am doomed to wander the earth alone for all of eternity, cat form when the sun is up and human form when the moon rises. Day time I get stroked and night time I do the stroking. Male or female, it doesn't matter, as long as they cum so I can live for another day. I prey on the helpless and the young. I prey only on those that are as beautiful as I am. I am not conceited. It's a fact. The more gorgeous they are, the sweeter their cum tastes. Every night I roam the dark lit streets searching, sniffing the air for the smell of sexual heat and young hot hormones. Searching for that special someone that I could feed off and you never know one day, someone I could love. I have never met anyone yet who had the same sexual desires and stamina as I do. I just rounded the corner of the night club district about to give up on the search for this night, and that is when I found her. She stood outside the doors of a sleazy nightclub amongst a group of people. One quick look and I knew she met all my requirements and more. Her red, silky, shiny hair just reaching beyond her shoulder blades, curling ever so slightly at the edges. Her mini skirt hugging her ass tightly and showed off her long slim legs that were tucked into thigh high come-fuck-me boots. Her sequined, black, backless top draped over her braless small but perky breasts. Her green penetrating eyes met mine briefly as she glanced around and smiled at me with those full, red, scrumptious lips. When our eyes met I knew everything about her. That's one of my many vampire talents. Her name was Natasha and she was 18 years old. Her boyfriend (Tim? James? No that's not right, ahhhh Jim, that's it!) was the big burly looking fellow standing on her right. Her friends stood to her left. I knew she had been with 5 men before her boyfriend but never once with a female. I knew she had never touched herself. I knew she was hot and horny as hell. I knew by the end of the night she would be begging me for more. I walked over to the group and grabbed her hand. No one dared to stop me. "Come with me, Natasha," I said, tugging at her hand. "Yes," she said and no one questioned who I was or how I knew her name or why she was going with me. Not even her boyfriend. I led her through the dark streets, neither of us saying a word. We arrived at my apartment a short time later. As I led her up the stairs, I thought about the things I would love to do to her and her do to me. My tight jeans rubbing against my clit as I took each step were making the wetness on my panties spread. As soon as I closed the doors, I spun her around and forcefully yet passionately kissed her, feeling her hot breath enter my mouth and heard her moan from the back of her throat. I pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her bare shoulders and nibbled and sucked at her neck until she began to go limp in my arms. I reached behind her hair and |
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