Trembling, she dipped her fingers into the blood filled basin, relaxing
in the heat and acidic sweetness. "So red," she whispered to the
darkness. "So dark and beautiful, lusciously soft and bittersweet."
Lifting a stained finger, she gingerly caressed a hardening nipple, delighting in the chilling of visceral liquid against her warm skin. The contrast was stunning, like a dark crimson bruise on her pale pink flesh.
The texture itself was exquisite, so delicate and yet it was sharp like a carefully honed blade. She closed her eyes and imagined being drenched in those soft, swirling, pools of blood. Satin would not feel so smooth, angora would never be so soft.
In her mind she decided that she would never be clothed again unless it was in blood. The thrill of the still cooling stain spun around her spine, icy fingers of pleasure curling and caressing her.
But how to do it? How was she to go about making a dress of blood? Could it be spun into thread like wool or woven like cotton? How would she keep it fresh and warm? And, most importantly, where would she get the perfect blood?
Not just any blood filled creature would do, she must have perfection and purity. Only pure blood be so soft and smooth to suit her. Only the perfect creature could provide her with what she desired most.
Lifting a stained finger, she gingerly caressed a hardening nipple, delighting in the chilling of visceral liquid against her warm skin. The contrast was stunning, like a dark crimson bruise on her pale pink flesh.
The texture itself was exquisite, so delicate and yet it was sharp like a carefully honed blade. She closed her eyes and imagined being drenched in those soft, swirling, pools of blood. Satin would not feel so smooth, angora would never be so soft.
In her mind she decided that she would never be clothed again unless it was in blood. The thrill of the still cooling stain spun around her spine, icy fingers of pleasure curling and caressing her.
But how to do it? How was she to go about making a dress of blood? Could it be spun into thread like wool or woven like cotton? How would she keep it fresh and warm? And, most importantly, where would she get the perfect blood?
Not just any blood filled creature would do, she must have perfection and purity. Only pure blood be so soft and smooth to suit her. Only the perfect creature could provide her with what she desired most.
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