Post by Drew Jones on Sept 27, 2009 12:06:44 GMT -8
Andrew was wandering about the City streets aimlessly like always. It was the only way he was able to think anymore. So many thoughts ran through his head, he could feel a killer headache commencing. Most of these thoughts revolving around the idea of feeding and sex. He was so curious as to why sex made a relationship. His ex-husband was so obsessed with it, and now had “sex partners”. How did this work?
Their bodies are dead… So when they orgasm, is it residue from what’s left of their sperm? Maybe it’s blood because they have to force the liquid seed out of them? Why did Andrew conform to this idea that sex was beautiful, and made everything pleasurable? It was only to make Frank happy, and that’s all he believed in. Making his lover happy always. No matter whom it was.
But now it seemed Andrew despised those who are now what he once was. The pretenders. They pretend to be human, by having sex, and eating human food. What was this vampiric society turning in to? Next thing you know, there will be half human half vampires. Oh wait, there already are. It’s disgusting, despicable, revolting.
Even so, now there are ‘pires who think that making babies is so bad, but then again sex is right? The body is dead, though somehow the penis and vagina are alive… How silly is that?
“Disgusting…”
He muttered as the thoughts kept coming and coming. They wouldn’t stop. Can nobody see what they are doing? Why continue this charade of being “human”? Why not just eat yourself? This issue was so blood-boiling to him.
Andrew rarely watched television, but one time he came upon a movie titled “Interview with a Vampire”. With Brad Cruise and Tom Pitt? What did he care, they were food. But these characters had the right idea. Their characters knew that their dicks didn’t work, and their pleasure came from feeding.
Feeding.
Drinking the blood of another vampire was the darkest desire of their kind. Nowadays, why was this frowned upon? This act was the most pleasurable of any other, it was a vampire’s orgasm. When you feed from a lover, or any other vampire you can find, a feeling of pure ecstasy pumped through your veins. For either side. Was it the venom? Was it the sweet taste of the red life source?
Passing by the humans with no thirst set inside him, he looked around. Where was he? Did it matter? He was anywhere away from anybody. It was his favorite spot. Alone. Where Andrew could remain for eternity until he found a vampire who finally shared his ideas, his thoughts. One he wouldn’t despise, become sickened of.
One who fed.
Their bodies are dead… So when they orgasm, is it residue from what’s left of their sperm? Maybe it’s blood because they have to force the liquid seed out of them? Why did Andrew conform to this idea that sex was beautiful, and made everything pleasurable? It was only to make Frank happy, and that’s all he believed in. Making his lover happy always. No matter whom it was.
But now it seemed Andrew despised those who are now what he once was. The pretenders. They pretend to be human, by having sex, and eating human food. What was this vampiric society turning in to? Next thing you know, there will be half human half vampires. Oh wait, there already are. It’s disgusting, despicable, revolting.
Even so, now there are ‘pires who think that making babies is so bad, but then again sex is right? The body is dead, though somehow the penis and vagina are alive… How silly is that?
“Disgusting…”
He muttered as the thoughts kept coming and coming. They wouldn’t stop. Can nobody see what they are doing? Why continue this charade of being “human”? Why not just eat yourself? This issue was so blood-boiling to him.
Andrew rarely watched television, but one time he came upon a movie titled “Interview with a Vampire”. With Brad Cruise and Tom Pitt? What did he care, they were food. But these characters had the right idea. Their characters knew that their dicks didn’t work, and their pleasure came from feeding.
Feeding.
Drinking the blood of another vampire was the darkest desire of their kind. Nowadays, why was this frowned upon? This act was the most pleasurable of any other, it was a vampire’s orgasm. When you feed from a lover, or any other vampire you can find, a feeling of pure ecstasy pumped through your veins. For either side. Was it the venom? Was it the sweet taste of the red life source?
Passing by the humans with no thirst set inside him, he looked around. Where was he? Did it matter? He was anywhere away from anybody. It was his favorite spot. Alone. Where Andrew could remain for eternity until he found a vampire who finally shared his ideas, his thoughts. One he wouldn’t despise, become sickened of.
One who fed.
