I thought I knew what desire was. I thought I knew the differences between pleasure and pain, life and death, agony and ecstasy.  Tonight, I discovered that I knew nothing about any of it. Tonight, I had phone sex with a vampire. He told me what he was in the beginning of our call, though I didn’t really believe him. But as he spoke to me I slowly realized that his voice held me enthralled. He said in an intimate whisper, “It’s time to unwind, time to relax. Its time for pleasure like nothing you’ve known before. What’s your fantasy, your secret fetish? Come to me, surrender to me, and I will grant you all of them and more.”

Each word he spoke seemed to be over before I’d finished hearing it but also to stretch on into a million tiny eternities that held me captivated in moments of time that yawned into endlessness. As he described the ways that he would brush his ruby lips against mine and how his hair smelled of moonlight and dew as it draped across my face, I was his completely and had totally forgotten he was speaking to me through a phone and not in person. His every word made me feel everything he said to me. I could feel the tingling sensation of his cool fingertips lightly dancing across my naked flesh. I could feel his mouth against my neck, burning with need and barely restrained desire. My skin was covered in chill bumps from the intensity of his body moving against mine.

His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, touching my breast, my lips, my hips and thighs. He found erogenous zones I didn’t even know I had and made me crave attentions there, in places like the backs of my knees, that I never dreamed of before. I was gratefully lost in an abyss of pleasure so overwhelming that I scarcely knew what was happening to me. I felt his cock, all hardness beneath velvety soft skin, rubbing up and down against my inner pussy lips as my legs wrapped around his hips, holding him to me. He entered me all at once, but with such control that all I felt was a pleasure so intense that I didn’t know if I should scream, cry or pass out. My red fingernails dug into the pale flesh of his strong back as it arched with each new thrust into me.

I expected a build up into sexual frenzy, even if it happened slowly. But that’s not what he did to me. He continued to move deeply, slowly in and out of me until he was almost rocking with the control in his thrusts.  I felt his body tense on top of mine and felt his cum rocket up, deep inside of me, at the same moment as he drove his fangs deep into the tender flesh of my breast. He was sucking me, draining me, even as his cum filled me up. I came so hard that I squirted long and hard over his swollen cock as it continued to rock gently back and forth inside of me.

Then I heard his voice over the phone. For the first time since he’d started fucking me, I remembered this was phone sex and that he had never really touched my body at all. He was gone as quickly as he had arrived. As I hung up the phone I leaned forward. As I did so, I felt liquid seep out of my pussy and knew that he really had made me cum that hard. I knew then that this fantasy had somehow become a reality. I knew that I’d just had phone sex with a vampire.