Out of my Wheelhouse

A few nights back Emily taught me there is a third way of sweetening the blood of our victims, pleasure. She then challenged me to seduce and please a victim then feed just as he or she reaches orgasm. I hate admitting this but I'm not all that sexually experienced. Aside from Emily I've only had sex twice. In other words I thought I was fucked, no pun intended.

Seduction isn't really my thing either. Of those two times I've gotten laid it was the guy who did the sweet talking. I even told Emily this and she simply told me to use hypnotic techniques to charm my victim if necessary. Other than that her advice was to read my lover's expressions to figure out what they like and don't like. She also told me not to overplay my hand, a lover might like a certain technique at first but do it too much and it becomes irritating.

"Look Jennifer I realize your lack of experience. This isn't something I expect you to master in one night but it is something you'll need to learn. What's more it's something you need to learn how to do on your own, I can't hold your hand."

She added. "This is not only another method of enhancing the blood we sustain ourselves on it will help raise your sexual confidence. You're a beautiful woman Jennifer. Learn how to use it. Don't worry I'll be here to offer advice should you need it. I have faith in you, you can do this."

Up until now I had relied on infliction of pain most notably ballbusting to enhanced the feeding experience. This is definitely something new for me. So I spent an hour trying on different outfits trying to look seductive/sophisticated until Emily saw my dilemma." Just be yourself dear. Don't think you have to prepare for a night at the opera. Stick to what you know to begin with."

And so I put on my trusty jean jacket over a short Black Sabbath tee shirt, a pair of faded jeans and my old flip flops and away I went for a night out.