“I could literally fart in front of a dude and have him in bed by 6 PM.”
My friend just rolled her eyes at me. She still believed ‘slut’ was a bad word too.
“No Stacey, if someone calls you a slut it means they’re upset that you are not having sex on their terms. Fuck ’em!!”
She spent an entire lifetime putting herself down. I was here to lift her up. We were in Mexico after all!
I didn’t have it in me to tell her men have paid me to fart. If you’ve just entered sexual freedom 101, you’re not ready for Grand Master Classes with Domina Yaga.
Hi. I’m Yaga, a Dominatrix, and I’ve been to the deepest darkest pits of the human mind. So if I seduce you with the musical stylings of my butthole just know it’s because…I can.
Our condo had it’s own private beach, pools and two hot tubs.
I loved my racy micro-kinis and covering myself in jewelry and luxuriously laced robes.
Sophistication aside though, please note, I think I am a hilarious drunk but I know I am, in fact, a pompous one. And I will prank you ’til the day you die.
After bar hopping and eating tacos all day we brought some beers back to the pool. I was pretty toasted but Buzzkill Stacey just haaad to start with me.
“You probably shouldn’t have that glass bottle down here.”
I looked around. It was just us. There was no other person within a mile in either direction.
“Says who??!”
“That sign over there says no glass.”
I couldn’t help myself.
I dramatically waltzed over to the sign, beer in hand, arms flailing, robe flowing…
“OFFICER STACEY SAYS NO GLASS ON CAMPUS!! You gonna arrest me, Officer? Kick me outta Mehico? Report me to La Guardia?”
“Well…it’s my mom’s condo.”
” ARE YOU GOING TO CALL HER AND TELL ON ME? C’mon. Get her on the phone. I’ll tell her myself.”
“Forget it. Just stop.”
“You want me to use my one phone call from jail to tell her?”
“Fuck you Yaga.”
“Because you DO realize, Officer, that you’re in Mexico with a dominatrix fuckall biker…AND THATS A FUCKING SIGN!”
I told you I was pompous.
“Ya know what you’re right. It’s fine.”
I walked back over to my lounge chair like Captain Jack Sparrow, took a big swig of my beer, sat down, stared at her sunglasses on, leaned over and ripped the longest fart.
She lost her mind. She was both laughing in disbelief and hyperventilating and since she was at a loss for words just pointed at the pool.
There were two young guys leaning over the side, staring with disgusted looks on their faces. It looked like one was mouthing the word ‘Gross.’
My neck whiplashed back to Stacey.
“Stacey that’s disgusting!! How dare you fart in public!! Have you no respect for your mother’s condo??!”
She was mortified.
“That wasn’t me! I would never…!!” Of course it wasn’t her but I was cry laughing at this point. I did this to her everyday we were in Mexico – in every massage parlor, bar, even Walmart in front of the armed Guardia.
“Stacey gross! How could you?”
“Dammit Yaga!!”
I was already in the pool with my arm around each of the young spectators.
I had my hands on the back of their necks and curled my long fingernails around their throats while staring right at Stacey.
“6 pm,” I grinned.
Their condo was in the building next to ours. One of them spouted some arrogant shit. I can’t remember what he said but it was an immediate turn off. I swear 99% of the time men get in their own way. Such a shame.
The other was incredibly tall and handsome. Kind of shy too.
I looked him right in the eyes as his face was suddenly covered in blood. His nose was gushing. It went all over his chest and into the pool. His “friend” did nothing. Figures.
I ran to the bathroom to get some tissues. I had him on the lounge chair with his head tilted back to control the bleeding. Very Mommy of me.
Once the bleeding was under control I laid belly down and tapped my shoulders.
“Do you mind?”
He straddled me and rubbed my back. His army dog tags were dangling onto my shoulders. American-Mexican I presumed. His hands were huge.
I made sure Stacey was cool with having him over to our place for the evening. I’m terrible at remembering names so I kept calling him Cabana Boy on the account of the royal poolside treatment.
“Ya its totally cool. Let’s go have dinner then give him a call.
We ate on the balcony oceanside. Our usual. The electric fireplace was roaring inside.
“So I guess he’s American if he’s got U.S Army dog tags on.” Stacey commented.
“Ya that, or he’s trying to pass for the legal drinking age here,” I joked.
Wait a minute.
“Oh he’s so NOT 21.” Stacey said.
“Maybe not but the drinking age here is 18. You don’t think…” My heart sank into my stomach.
I texted him, ‘How old are you?’
No response.
A knock on the door instead. He had his I.D out.
“He’s not 21 but he will be in 4 months.” I proudly confirmed as we joined Stacey on the patio. Man he was tall.
Game on sister.
We had some drinks on the balcony but shortly excused ourselves to the bedroom. His skin was perfect. There are not enough words to describe how great he smelled.
He leaned over and kissed me while taking my clothes off then sucked on my tits for a nice long and slow time while fingering me.
The closet sliding doors were mirrored. I said, “Come here,” and I got on all fours on the ground. “Get behind me.”
I watched his face in the refection while he was fucking me. He closed his eyes and tilted his head all the back. He was in outer space. I smiled while taking it in deep. His body was perfect.
We hopped back up on the bed and he fingered me some more. He would go down on me, take a break to make out, then go back to massaging my clit with his tongue.
The back and forth kissing and licking was causing me to build up like the Hoover Dam. I yelped and squirted all over his neck and shoulder.
“Holy shit!”
He didn’t wipe it off either, just shoved his tongue deep down my throat and went primal, rage fucking me.
I felt his sweat drip onto my forehead but it was more than a couple of drops. My eyes started stinging. I couldn’t open them there was so much. I had to pause and sit up to wipe it off.
My hand was covered in blood. I looked over towards the mirror. My face was too. There was blood everywhere, I mean my face was completely red!
“Oh My God I’m so sorry!” He was so embarrassed.
There was a ton of blood in my eyes.
We ran to the bathroom to clean it up and stop the bleeding. He sat on the toilet with tissue shoved up his nose as I washed my face. My eyes were still stinging but I was hypnotized.
I mean, his blood was inside of me now. It went in my mouth and nose… it felt crazy.
It was really fucking hot actually. All of that warm blood all over me… I started playing with it. I wanted to rub it all over my huge tits.
My mind was spinning. I tapped my finger nails on the ceramic sink. My teeth clenched.
I smeared some on my lips to make them super red. I tasted it. It had me in a trance.
“Hey.”
I was startled.
“Get in here.”
He had the shower going. I fucked him like a wild animal. Our bodies were so slippery. All the blood washed off and I was now lathered up in soapy bubbles.
The bathroom was full of steam, grunts, and breathy screams. He pulled out and came on my stomach.
He came hard.
We went back to the bedroom and made out. I was hoping for another nose bleed.
We fucked one last time, slowly. Afterwards, he flopped down on his back and passed out. It looked like Mike Tyson had just knocked him out. I still have a picture of it. He was out cold.
I let him sleep while I grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Stacy had already gone to bed. Her door was cracked open so I stuck my bare ass in it and ripped a good juicer. I laughed so hard and long I could barely breathe. Imagine having to sleep through three and a half hours of fucking just to have me wake your ass up to another fart.
I did this to her every morning too. Why she didn’t just lock the door ill never know but I have never laughed so hard in my life. Now she sleeps with ear plugs, which was for the best after my little blood lust romp.
Speaking of which…
I watched him lay there in his grey boxers, snoring lightly. He was so beautiful. We had gone through an entire box of condoms before fucking raw in the shower and then the one final time. His blood was coursing inside of me. Something about it had changed me.
I was smitten. I woke him up gently.
He left barefoot, shoes in hand with no shirt on, and covered in hickeys. His friends were going to have a field day with that grand entrance.
Beer, raspberries, and potato salad was my breakfast of choice on vacation – with coffee.
“You guys were in there for FOREVER,” Stacey gasped.
“Wasn’t that long,” I smirked.
I thought about him nonstop for weeks. I carried his t-shirt with me through the airport and slept with it on my face until it finally lost its’ scent.
So much blood… It had cast a spell on me. I swear the Dopamine lasted for a month. I couldn’t get his face out of my mind for a second!
We keep in touch to this day.
I promise you I am not a serial killer but a blood lust had definitely been born. Much like fire, it is absolutely mesmerizing. Some of you reading now have actually joined me in a consensual blood performance or two. Even drank it with me…
I wear some in a locket while riding my motorcycle and since I’m always on the hunt for new handsome donors…
WATCH OUT!
