Soul Sucking: An Unquenchable Thirst ♕

Unquenchable Thirst for Soul Sucking

Soul sucking from a man’s body isn’t an art. It isn’t a passion. It is a primal need, an unquenchable thirst, a lust of passion and sustenance. I love the power it gives me. I give pleasure to the body and steal souls. It keeps me youthful, vibrant, irresistible, and sexy as hell! I will never stop!

A Willing Victim: Finding Souls to Suck

He pulled up to the club, stepped out of the car, and gave the valet his keys. I was waiting for him just outside. He walked right up to me and said, “You are much more beautiful in person. Your profile picture doesn’t do you justice.”

I smiled. “You’re not too shabby yourself. Shall we go inside?” I hooked my arm inside his and let him lead the way. I wasn’t interested in his body, just feeding on his soul.

It was an elitist club, full of souls I would love to suck dry. These were some of the city’s wealthiest and most affluential citizens.  I wasn’t wealthy but I had no problem fitting in. Wealth is attracted to what is beautiful, mysterious, and alluring. They love being in power and showing off what they have….even if it’s the escort they will be fucking that night.

How Quickly the Tables Turn

After about an hour of cocktails, caviar, and listening to the band, my “client” wanted to sample his merchandise, and I was anxious to suck down his soul.

He paid for a room upstairs where we could be alone.

Once inside the room, he took off his jacket and tie and sat on the bed. He watched me in eager anticipation as I slowly untied my gold glitter halter dress and slid it to the floor. Underneath I wore a gold satin bra and panty set, transparent thigh highs, and gold, satin, six-inch heels.

I turned slowly in a circle so he could get a better view of the wares. He licked his lips and said, “Well, I’m not disappointed!”

I made my way to the bedside, leaned in, and began to kiss him. I ran my fingers through his hair. An energy exchange of the souls had just begun. Let the soul sucking commence!

A Souls Desire to Be Sucked

I unbuttoned his dress shirt and slid it off of his shoulders. My perfectly manicured fingertips slid over his shoulders and chest while our lips remained lip-locked.

I knew what was taking place here, even if he didn’t. The simplicity of touching and kissing him would mean nothing to him at first. To me, it meant stimulating a part of him that had been unconscious and asleep. I was awaking a part of his soul he didn’t realize he had, a part of his soul that craved my touch and wanted desperately to belong to me. A soul willing to be sucked from its vessel. All of his power, his very essence, would be mine.

Love Like A Drug

Soon I had him undressed and laid out on the bed. I leaned over the top of him as we engaged in a 69 position, both giving and receiving pleasure. My sweet pussy nectar covered his tongue, slid down his throat, and into his stomach. It acted as a type of drug encouraging him to desire more and more of me.

I sucked passionately on his cock, the portal where his soul would leave his body and enter mine. I welcomed it to enter his testicles as I massaged his balls and nursed on his hard, pulsing shaft.

The Point Of No Return

On my back, with my legs spread wide, I welcomed him into my warm, tight, dripping cunt. With the hunger of a wolf and the stamina of a bull, he fucked me relentlessly, making me cum over and over on his cock. Each time I came, my pussy would squeeze and milk his cock, coaxing out his soul while my sweet pussy secreted the sacred nectar, rendering it impossible for him to stop.

Sweat dripped from every pore as his body tightened and he thrust inside me one final blow. I could feel him cum. The white creamy fluid splashed my inner walls feeding and nourishing me. My pussy muscles contracted over and over again, milking his cock for every last drop, and completely sucking the soul from his body.

A sweet smile swept over my face as he collapsed in a heap on the bed next to me. Poor thing! He’s exhausted. I closed my legs, rolled over on my side, and ran my fingers through his hair once again. While I lulled him into the deepest sleep of his life, I could feel the source of my renewed energy and vitality swimming inside me.

My conquest was complete and I was satisfied. To think, not only did I deprive this man of his soul, but he paid me to do it! Another smile crept across my lips as I got out of bed and got dressed. There is not a force on Earth that will stop me from sucking souls!