Gay stalker story part 11
He then gently pushes me down and climbs onto me, licking my blood and wound. His strength isn't actually enough to push me down, but with the weed and this weird feeling, I kind of just go along with it. It feels good as he licks up my blood but stings a little when he licks the wound. I feel so strange… Oh no, oh God, I'm getting hard.
As my Sunset lamp shines down on me, I feel like I'm in a Euphoria fever. With the music playing in the background messing with my mind, as the weed sedates me and my horniness grows more and more. He removes his mouth from my arm, blood covering his face, he asks me “since we're all already going this far, is it okay if I like feed you your blood? It's not like a real kiss so don't worry I just thought maybe since we're already doing this you know we could maybe I don't know I'm sorry” I softly smile at him and let out a slurred yes. He goes back to my wound and sucks on it, which hurts a little, but I don't mind at this point. He then goes over to me and places his mouth on mine, letting the blood pour into my mouth. He really is sticking to what he said. He's not trying to kiss me or do anything else other than feed me my blood. But I kind of wanted him to do more than that… As he's feeding me my blood, I slowly start kissing him. He immediately starts kissing back. He starts crying and kissing me more, licking my mouth and sucking my tongue. moaning and grinding against me. We slowly snuggle and make out and grind against each other until I wake up and realize we fell asleep like that.
