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6/26/2025, 7:38:13 PM
>you're sitting on the couch when you feel a rustling next to you, but for some reason you can't move
>it's all you can do to move your eyeballs in your head
>out of your periphery, you see my femlala climbing onto the couch
>and then she's crawling into your map, straddling you
>she's so close to you, like a lover. so close, and so cold. her coolness would have shocked you, if you could have moved
>her arms wrap around your neck and, she raises her face into your shoulder, brings her lips down against your neck, and ... to your horror, she sinks two long, sharp fangs deep into it
>you can feel the soft rhythm of her heart beating against your panicked thuds as she drains you like a capri sun packet
>the two rhythms are growing closer in intensity; soon it's like they've mixed as one low rumbling sound
>finally, she pulls away, leaving two small holes where her fangs once were
>she looks into your frozen eyes for a moment, and in them is knowledge: about you, about all of you. she's known you, seen you. you've never seen anyone look at you like this before. you feel terribly naked and exposed.
>then she smiles, hops off of your lap, and leaves your home
>you wake up hours later on the couch, able to move, and retaining no memory of the events. when you notice the neck marks later, you just assume you were bitten by a bug
>this relationship has been going bi-weekly for 4 years without your knowledge
>it's all you can do to move your eyeballs in your head
>out of your periphery, you see my femlala climbing onto the couch
>and then she's crawling into your map, straddling you
>she's so close to you, like a lover. so close, and so cold. her coolness would have shocked you, if you could have moved
>her arms wrap around your neck and, she raises her face into your shoulder, brings her lips down against your neck, and ... to your horror, she sinks two long, sharp fangs deep into it
>you can feel the soft rhythm of her heart beating against your panicked thuds as she drains you like a capri sun packet
>the two rhythms are growing closer in intensity; soon it's like they've mixed as one low rumbling sound
>finally, she pulls away, leaving two small holes where her fangs once were
>she looks into your frozen eyes for a moment, and in them is knowledge: about you, about all of you. she's known you, seen you. you've never seen anyone look at you like this before. you feel terribly naked and exposed.
>then she smiles, hops off of your lap, and leaves your home
>you wake up hours later on the couch, able to move, and retaining no memory of the events. when you notice the neck marks later, you just assume you were bitten by a bug
>this relationship has been going bi-weekly for 4 years without your knowledge
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