Editor’s Note: What follows are 9 vignettes, all of which have to do with BLOOD. Author Destiny West resides in Australia and I have left intact her correct spelling of the English language in this manuscript.

I can smell your blood. The sickly sweet aroma fills my nostrils and awakens my senses with its reluctant ambrosia. Everywhere I walk I am subjected to its craving and even though my eyes cannot fully dilate with the erotic crimson vision (because you keep it concealed), I know that it is there. I can taste its phantom upon my tongue as though the very fluid is caressing my quivering lips.

I look into your eyes as we pass on the street, and yet you avoid my gaze for I am just a stranger to you. How can you loathe me when you do not even know me?

I long to have my lips pressed to your cunt and I desire nothing more than the flow of your blood into my mouth. I crave the blood that cannot be let by mere cutting. I yearn for the sweet substance that the woman's body rejects. Your uterus expels this red Elysium and more often it is soaked away into the wasteland of man-made fibers, rather than into my being.

There is one girl that lets me feed from her regularly. I lie between her stained thighs, my mouth pressed against her juicy cunt and I feed. My tongue delves deep inside of her, silently urging more of the nectar to fill my mouth. Her cunt is hot; the smell is intoxicating and mingled with the taste of her blood trickling down my throat--I cum.

I cum hard; it runs from my body and over my own thighs. I continue to feed upon her, licking every fold and crevice clean. I will more blood to flow. This blood is not only your life force; it contains the once potential for the beginning of other new life. Even though now it is dead, I still savour that knowledge.

I stay with her during her five-day cycle, for on average she only bleeds for that long. I love every stage, though I freely admit that the heavy flow is my favourite time for feeding. The blood makes her more aroused, her body temperature is higher, so before and during this time of month she has heightened desires. I cannot understand why other people loathe it, why both men and women are repelled by something so natural and so beautiful.

My tongue savours every inch of this glorious cunt. My mouth sucks greedily upon her swollen clitoris and my tongue delves deep into her hole. When she climaxes I hold my mouth to her. I keep the rhythmic movement of my tongue against her as her body shudders and she cries out over and over. I let the juices and blood mingle and flow into my mouth and I swallow. I gulp them down greedily, not wanting the moment to ever end.

My time is approaching; I check the calendar and wait impatiently, checking my panties for the first spot of blood. When it comes I rejoice. I masturbate and lick my fingers clean. I place the small rubber cup-like device inside of me; and when it is full I retrieve it, savouring every drop.

Your blood is my torment, but tasting it is my desire.

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