When you work for the best phone sex company around, you do lots of calls. Some of those calls turn out to be quite unusual, especially when you are a no limits no taboo phone whore. I have a caller with a unique fetish: hematolagnia. This is when a person finds sexual arousal in blood; the feel, the taste. the look, the smell of blood. He calls me weekly, and it’s always a different scenario, or role play, but it always involves drinking my blood.
In the beginning, I thought this was like a vampire fetish, but he has made me understand it is far more than that. In fact, I have grown to really enjoy the fetish myself. My curiosity for this fetish grew so much, I went on FetLife to look for a man who might want to really drink my blood. It was not hard to find surprisingly. Many people are aroused by blood, some even believe it has magical powers. Brandon was a young Goth man, much younger than my caller, and less experienced with the fetish. That was fine by me; I’m a novice after all. Up until that day, my only experience with hematolagnia was in the form of fantasy phone sex.
We consumed a couple bottles of red wine to take the edge off. Brandon wanted me to drink his blood instead. Turns out that for a sexy MILF, this young cub is quite submissive. Normally, I am the submissive one in any relationship, but I was intrigued by being the one in charge; the one drinking the blood. I excused myself to the kitchen and returned with a razor blade. I had read up on how to cut just enough to bleed well, but not exsanguinate a body. The moment I cut his wrist and saw the blood, I got aroused. I drenched my panties actually. He got a huge erection watching me squeeze blood from his wrist into my wine glass.
He laid on the floor stroking his cock as I sat in a chair sipping on his blood. It was sweet and sticky. I see why my caller likes drinking it. I wanted to fuck Brandon, but he just wanted to jack off as I drank his warm blood. He was bleeding more than I intended, so I helped myself to a second glass. If he wasn’t going to fuck me, well at least I was going to enjoy another sangria. I really can’t explain my attraction to blood. It’s part taboo I am sure. I love my job. Being one of the best phone sex sluts around opens me up to so many new things.
What is your fetish? Odd or common, I love them all. Maybe you can introduce me to another obscure fetish.
Blair
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When you kiss me it is more than just a kiss. It is raw lust and it is very hard to deny. From the moment your skin brushes against mine, I can feel the heat that is generated from your lips. I part my lips as your tongue slowly pushes through them, demanding attention. Your mouth opens a bit more and I can feel the moist warm breathe, as you breath life into me. Your hands are strong as they hold me to you. Roaming hands biting into my skin. I feel your cock push against my pubic bone as we mimic a sexual dance. Your hands find my throat and you use this to convey your power over me. Pushing into my throat. I feel your tongue darting in and out of my mouth. You trace the outer edge of my lips with your tongue, and lightly suck on my lips before biting them playfully. Oh how hot your kisses are, and the best thing about them is they don’t just tease, they make promises.
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