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bloody kisses

June 15, 2010

i cant believe what has happened. my life as ive known it has gone away forever, and will never, ever return. i know its been a really long time since ive posted. their are reasons for that, many and varied reasons. however, i feel a strong compulsion to share the most recent events of my life with you all like i have never felt before. this time shit is serious. this time i fucked up too bad.

how could anyone ever take a life? you see people in movies killing each other all the time. you hear about war and homicide on the news everyday. but  it’s not an issue you ever have to deal with personally.  hopefully. i dont care who you are, rambo, tony soprano, or george bush…no one wants blood on their hands. NO ONE. trust me, you have never felt guilt until you feel the god awfull guilt that comes with that blood. man is it ugly.

my conscience is sticky black with dried blood.

it started as a joke. that to me is the part that makes me feel the sickest. she was just a joke to me. a stupid game. i didnt know much about this girl and i still don’t for that matter. im not giving you her name or any other personal details. please just bare with me , i know this whole thing seems too crazy to be true. but i assure you that everything happened exactly the way im about to explain.

this girl was really into vampires. haha right. twilight, anne rice, lost boys, near dark, true blood, underworld…all that shit.  a friend of mine is having this party, theirs a lot of crust punks and street kids their, and thrown in the mix is this random ass hot topic corsette wearing goth chick. she was amazingly beautiful. no lie. every guy their was itching to get a piece of her. throughout the night i keep noticing her, i wanna approach her but i don’t want to come off like every other asshole at the party. i hear it through the grapevine about her vampire fetish, and by the way shes dressed you can just tell shes exactly that type of weirdo goth that takes shit like vampires and witchcraft  just a little too seriously. so i make my move.

at some point in the evening i decided that i was going to pretend i was a vampire. i was way wasted at this point and was, like i said, just doing it as a joke. i thought she might laugh about it or at least appreciate my unique approach or something. maybe shed think i was cute? not for a second did i think she would buy it hook line and fucking sinker.

i get myself into a mood so i can play the part of what i think a vampire is like. i even change my voice. but  trust me any normal person could see what a crock of shit my vampiric facade was. it was laughable.

not to her though.

i appoach her from behind so she doesnt see me and i put my arm around her waste, and cover her eyes with my other hand. i breath hot air on her neck and tell her in a deep voice “ive been waiting for you.”

she freezes. she doesnt shrug me off or even turn around. so i stay put too, continuing to breath deep hot breaths of alchol soaked vapor on her neck. we stay like this for a while.  i know she feels my growing erection prodding firmly between her soft buttocks. but still she deosnt move. “ive been waiting for you too.” she says as she reaches her hand up backwards to caress my cheek.

im still in shock that my act is actually fucking working. and its working very well at that. i have her eating out of the palm of my hand, and the only thing i have to feed her is bullshit. i continue with the act and keep trying to be as mysterious as i can. i speak to her slowly and directly using as few words as possible. i lead her to the bathroom. i tell her to not turn around. she obeys.

don’t ask me why i blindfolded her. it was just some sick impulse i had. i got a sick sense of empowerment from controlling this delusional girl. i wont lie,  it was flat out fun for me at the time. i figured fuck it, might as well go all out as long as im playing the game. so i takes off my handkerchief from around my ankle and tie it tight around her head. she acquiesces. im drunk and being intentionally rough and “vampirically forceful” with her as well. she seems to be getting off on it too. she squirms and kind of melts at every touch of my hand and doesnt even raise a finger to me when i start getting really kinky. she lets me rub her asshole and before long i have two fingers forced inside. like i said, she was completely obedient. the next part is where the line got crossed from a joke gone to far to just flat out unforgivable shit.

i tell her to strip and start jerking myself off  whilst sitting on the toilet. she takes off her layers methodically, slowly. too slowly for me too allow with my vaprire logic. so i rip off her remaining garments animalistically and ferociously grab her towards me. i bite mouthfulls of her heaving tits while i press them hard against my feral face. she lets me chew, bite and suck roughly on her soft white body, i cover her mouth when she cries out in pain.

her  small black cotton panties are still on. i rip them off  violently with my teeth as she tilts her head back and quivers with excitement. she slowly snakes her hand down her  curvaceous body to caress her small mound of pubic hair. she reaches down further and pulls out a tampon. she dangles it in front of me then drops it to the floor. she puts her hand on my face again, drawing me into her warm blood wet pussy. and i lick the blood, hesitantly at first. it tastes awful. i put all rational thoughts out of my mind and delve in full force. i lap up her blood and juices like a thirsty dog.

with the lower part of my face covered in blood, i go up to kiss her for the first time.

and thats just the beginning. i’ll have to finish later, its hard for me to bring up all these details. i’ll tell you one thing though, shes dead now. suicide. and it’s all because of me.

LH

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March 5, 2010

last nights joy was short lived. the cops came hard knocking on my front door a few minutes after i finished up the last post. it totally broke my mood. i nearly shat myself, they were knocking so hard. luckily i was on the toilet at the time, half asleep sipping on my warm colt 45. i didnt have anything to wipe myself with so i just used my hand and smeared the shit on the walls as i hurriedly exited out the back. not the best of ideas though, in my slow motion stupor i ended up cutting the fuck out of my ass wiping hand on the broken glass of the back window. the blood and shit mingled in my lacerated palm and stung like a mother fucker. but on the plus side evading the cops was easy, they stayed knocking on the front door while i hopped the fence to the neighbors backyard. i didnt know where i was going but at least i wasnt going back to jail i thought.

despite my bloody shitty hand i still felt pretty good off of the tussin. i figured i had a couple more hours left of the high, and taking a page from my highschool play book, i doubled my delight by chugging a few beers as i walked down the dark and empty neighborhood streets. boy that did the trick. i felt like some invisible savior as i strutted past the quiet houses. my head could hardly keep itself up and the whole world kept bobbing up and down and side to side.

i wandered the streets for a while, feeling careless and on top of the world, like a child without a bedtime curfew.

i ended up at a 24 hour laundromat. some gangly whorish chick was there finishing up a load when i stumbled in. she was folding her unmentionables in a brash and ostentatious manner, all the while casting taudry looks in my direction. i just smiled at her and returned a blood shot stare. she removed her bra from under her wifebeater and replaced it with another one from her finished load. i got  a good glimpse at her chest while she did this. she then gathered her load to leave. i did my best to shoot her a seductive stare through my glazed eyes as she walked past.

she smiled then stopped to lean down to the bench i was slumped on. “wanna hava good time baby?’ she asked . i looked down at her loose hanging top and had a perfect shot of her small tits pent up in her tiny red bra. definately a-cup i thought. sure i said, and started to get aroused. “do you have 50 bucks baby?” she said seductively. i told her i didnt but that i had some beers and i still wanted to have a good time. she stormed out, and didnt look back.

i was left alone in the laundromat. it was very late and the bright lights started to remind me of the holding cell i was in a few weeks back. i actually only had one beer left of the six pack. i guzzled it down and tossed it in one of the empty machines. i took a quick look around to make sure no ones around then took out my dick and started beating off with my defiled hand.