Mid September

It's almost the Autumn Equinox, the official start of fall. If I was still a student at Ohio State I would be starting my senior year. Fate though had other plans for me. It's not that I'm complaining. Emily has taught me more about business management and finance than I ever could have learned from my professors and to be brutally honest it's not like I had an amazing social life. I only knew a half dozen people and had only one real friend at school. In fact my lack of a social life has been beneficial to my life as a vampire as not very many people would recognize me. That has made it easier for me to get around and hunt.

And I don't think my family has ever put any real effort into finding out what happened to me. My mom and my brother never really gave a fuck about me and my grandparents on both sides of my family are dead. Yeah I have aunts and uncles as well as cousins but the last time I saw any of them I was still a little girl so they wouldn't recognize me if I ever ran into them. I've certainly forgotten what they look like so I doubt they could identify me.

Come to think of it Emily has been more of a mother to me than my biological mother ever was. She has taught my so much about my new life or unlife if you want to be technical about it. If you ask me she's my true family. Just recently she has taught me how to tap in to the ability and applications of pyrokinesis, the ability to start fires with my mind. An ability I have been getting better and stronger at with practice.

Sorry I digress. I want to tell you about what's been going on since last we spoke a few days after the 4th of July. The new house that we are having remodeled in Delaware is almost finished. Emily, Sandra and I have already started packing our belongings and getting ready for the move which should be around November.

I saw Herb again and just like he promised he brought his trample table with him. I had previously bought a new pair of open toe slingbacks with four and a half inch stiletto heels just for the occasion. At first I gingerly stepped on his balls just poking them with my heels relishing the discomfort I was causing. After stepping on his balls I stepped on his cock, again not too hard. All the while being nude with the exception of my black patent leather slingbacks.

I had brought my portable cassette tape recorder with me and I put in a mixed dance tape that I had made a few days before. Now disco isn't really my thing, I prefer Black Sabbath to the Bee Gees but this was a special occasion.

The first song was Dancing Queen by ABBA and I danced all over his cock and balls to song after song. I had so much fun as I danced wearing nothing but my slingbacks on my feet. I purposely had the volume low enough so I could hear Herb's grunts and groans as I tortured his penis and nuts.

I danced, jumped and stomped in both my heels and barefeet until he signaled me to stop. We worked out a system that if he was in too much pain to talk he would tap me twice on the leg to get me to stop. We went on for about fifteen minutes before he tapped out. Afterwards I held ice that I had wrapped up in a hand towel on his genitals as he laid in the bed. We talked for a bit and watched Hee Haw as I periodically took the ice away so I could check on his balls. They were both swollen and bruised as was the head of his cock. I made sure he could walk and take care of himself before leaving.

What else have I been up to in the last days of summer? Oh yeah I've been flying around in bat form a lot and perfecting my hunting technique from the air. Basically what I would do is I would track my prey watching until they were alone. Once I was satisfied that no one else was around and they were in a secluded spot I would swoop down and revert to human form.

They would always be shocked to see me transform back into a human. I would always use this technique while in the nude. After all it's not every day a hot nude chick would approach them in a secluded alleyway or an empty parking lot. I wouldn't say a word to them. I would simply kick them in the balls with one of my barefeet so hard they would burst like two balloons. I would then grab them by the hair or by the shirt collar and pull them up as they hold onto what used to be their testicles. I sink my fangs into their necks and drink of their blood. Once finished I release them and watch with amusement as they fall on the ground passed out from both the loss of blood and the excruciating pain of having their testicles destroyed.

I just love ballbusting so much. How did you spend the last days of summer?