I love Gothic phone sex calls, especially if it involves sexy vampires. In my head Vamps look like Tom Cruise or Erik from True Blood. All sexy, buff and shiny. I know that in many movies they can look like decaying old flesh or a bag of bones too, but when I masturbate to vampires turning me, I picture Erik from True Blood with his blonde hair and handsome face and chiseled body taking me. I was at a Goth underground club last week. It was Halloween and there were plenty of men dressed like sexy Vampires. I went into a private room with this tall handsome man who was like someone straight out of my wet dreams. He was not a romantic, however. He may not have even been human. He asked how I would like to be a living dead girl. I played along because in my mind it was just like something out of a fantasy phone sex call. He tied me up and stripped me naked. He took his time taking in my body. I thought he was enamored by my goddess like looks, but he slapped me and called me a dirty whore. My cunt got wet, and he could smell me. He was calling me horrid names. It was like he suddenly became Carrie White’s mother talking about my dirty pillows and my whorish looks. Then he showed me his teeth. I thought he had really good prosthetic fangs. He bit into my neck, and I felt the warm blood trickling down my body. He latched on to my throat as he fucked me. I felt weird. I was powerless to fight him. My body was going cold from blood loss. I was starting to lose consciousness. I did go dark at some time, but I woke up and never felt better. Was it a dream? I looked into the mirror, but I had no reflection. He had turned me into a creature of the night. I am game for whatever taboo phone sex fantasy you have too.
