Bloodfetish: Erotic Stories & Poetry

By Diana Trees

A series of four short stories which explore the erotic world of Bloodfetish - the sharing of blood and violence. These are not your typical vampire stories, but span the range of monsters and other lovelies. "From Experience" leads off the collection - a tale of two woman and one man, two vampires and one human. "And Visions of Sugar Plums" follows and involves a beast hungry for blood. Enjoy, too, "Oathbound" and "Tlazolteotl," tales guaranteed to make you want to explore your own Bloodfetish. Artwork throughout the book is by famed artist Ben Fogletto.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evil Ink
• Release date: Apr 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458150370

Diana Trees

I'm an angry woman, disliking most things and people. But I'm a helluva good writer, enjoying torment and horror. Give a look at my poetry - I hate you, free on Smashwords.

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Bloodfetish

a collection of short stories edited

by

Diana Trees

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(c) Diana Trees 2011

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - From Experience

Chapter 2 - Garlic, Thyme and Wild Roses

Chapter 3 - And Visions of Sugar Plums

Chapter 4 - Oathbound

Chapter 5 - ersaph, I want to fuck you

Chapter 6 – Tlazolteo

Chapter 1 – From Experience

by Jessica Brown

I woke up with a slight headache, not sure exactly where I was or what I had been doing. There was a cold draft of air washing over me, and I yawned tiredly. My eyes began to adjust to the space around me, but I could still see only darkness. It sounds strange, but in this darkness I could see only more shadows, places where it grew slightly darker, in unidentifiable shapes. My whole body felt tingly with the chill in the air, and I lay my head back down on whatever I had fallen asleep on, willing myself to fall into slumber again. I felt exhausted.

Somewhere around me I heard sounds. Faint sounds, like wind wrapping itself around trees. I knew it wasn’t the sound of the breeze that was moving over me, but I couldn’t tell what it was. It sounded like people whispering, only there didn’t seem to be any words, at least no words I could make out. It was so quiet I could hear my own breathing, deep inhalations that seemed to echo through the room.

My eyes began to flutter, and not once did I even think about what was happening. I was so tired that I could not even think straight. All I wanted was to sleep forever, or at least a few days. As I faded back into sleep I thought I heard the voices get louder.

I could not tell how long I slept this time. It was still as dark as before, and all I could see, again, were inky shadows. The breeze was still washing over me, but the room was completely silent. No mysterious voices whispered at each other in the darkness surrounding me. I was half-awake by the time I realized that I was naked, and that I wasn’t in my own bed. I tried to sit up but something held me back from getting up all the way. I strained against whatever it was but fell back down, my strength sapped. My heart began to race and my breathing was ragged, and no matter how I twisted and turned I could not get out of the grip of what was holding me.

I squinted, trying desperately to see something in the darkness. It was if I had been blinded, only able to see