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Blood Moon

Picture me under the blood red moon

I will make your eyes turn yellow

Make your skin turn blue

Tonight is the night everything you heard about a goth comes true. We are children of the night, children of the devil. There is nothing I won’t do normally but tonight it gets worse. Tonight I will be out looking for whatever makes my cunt creamy and hot.

I will get her for you something sweet, young and innocent. Tonight it will be different. Tonight she is mine while I allow you to watch.  Some days I am forced to hide my true self, just like you.  A blood moon brings out all the debauchery people hide away from prying eyes. You know where to find me, just where depravity comes out to play.

Do you smell her fear? Your cock is already out and rock hard. Ah, but she is not for you not tonight. See how my hand covers her small birdlike neck? Yes, I plan to snuff her and no you aren’t going anywhere you pussy. I choke her just enough, then let her catch her breath. Playing with her life while I finger my cunt. My teeth pierce her tender thigh and blood spurts in my mouth. I cum as I feel her life draining from her and in to my mouth. Join me?

Dancing With the Devil

I just love Goth Night at my favorite dance club. There is just so many victims to toy with. Tonight I am wearing my black latex corset with the big red cross and matching micro mini. My sissy slave helps me dress and get into my thigh high boots. I always give him a kick with my heels just so he knows not to forget who owns him before I leave. Tonight it will be my glow in the dark blue contacts.  I laugh as they ask if I am a vampire or say “if this is dead, I want to be dead”  I sit at the bar sipping my glass of absinthe looking around for a worthy accomplice to join me in the depravity of the night.  It is a slow night, maybe I will just take someone home on my own. Dana Dark is playing my song so it is time to do my dance of seduction. They stare at me as I move my hips, bat at spider webs that aren’t there and grind down onto the floor.  Sometimes when I dance I am in my own world, but not tonight. Tonight I am looking for my prey. After a bit a man about thirty slips up beside me and starts to dance.  I pretend interest as I dance with him, licking my blood red lips and he stares at me with lust. As I leave the dance floor he follows like a love struck puppy. He asks me my name and I just say come with me outside. I pull out a clove and he lights it like a good boy. I tell him I am bored and the absinthe is dreadful here so I am going home.  I tell him he is welcome if he wants to join me. We get to my house and as he uses the restroom I slip a little something into his drink.  He takes a sip and starts to fall into a quick slumber. With the help of my sissy slave I take him to my basement and hand cuff him to the red velvet couch. As he wakes confused I am standing over him. I am hungry I tell him and you are my dinner.  Now I know what you may be thinking.  Of course, I know I am not a vampire but the taste of blood makes me wet, so very very wet. I take a shiny jewel handled knife and cut off his shirt.  I can smell fear, it excites me more than I can explain. I then take the knife and drag it down his chest to his flat stomach. Interesting how hard his cock looks through his pants. I make a small cut under his navel and slowly trace it with my tongue. I am getting wetter by the minute as I smell his fear, blood and sex.  Do you want to taste me, I ask.  He shakes his head and moans.  I pull up my skirt and push my cunt against his mouth. He licks and tongues me like it is his last taste of pussy. I cum hard all over his face.  What happens next? Well there is always tomorrow night my pets.