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Forgive me father for I am sinning.
Everyday I sin, I like s** and beer and I’ve only been to church twice in my entire life and even then it was just because I felt dragged into it by a couple of missionaries.
Oh and I like to f*** women as well as men…and transgender yep.

Aside from my joke confession above (which is actually true). I have one other confession.

Hi, I’m a vampire.

A sang vampire.

I drink blood.

You people think i’m crazy but I don’t care because you don’t know me, I could be the person behind you in the cue, I could be the person reading the paper on the bus or train and you would never know.

The thing about vampires is this; Of course we exist!, But we don’t walk around chalk white wearing cloaks, we don’t have ginormous fangs and we certainly don’t turn to dust in the sun Nor do we suffer any ill effects with religious artefacts or garlic.

A true vampire is a person who drinks blood (or absorbs energy) because our bodies don’t naturally produce it.
We are just like anyone else around you.
We eat and drink regular foods too, but to keep our energy up we need blood or energy or else we just become tired and ill.

I am a blood drinker, I don’t bite people, I sustain myself on raw meat and synthetic blood, Or of course if one of my nearest and dearest has a cut I am on hand to clean up the mess ;).

We are just as kind and compassionate as anyone else.

We don’t sleep in coffins or any of that hollywood crap.

We are just normal people with an unusual dietary requirement lol.
Of course there are some common characteristics of vamps. and I will list a few off.

* We do tend to be slightly paler than your average person, but not shockingly pale or anything, just like someone who doesn’t tan or someone who is a bit sickly looking.
* we experience headaches and sickness if exposed to the sun for very long periods of time we need to wear really strong suncream, sunglasses and pretty much try to stay in the shade lol. Although uncomfortable, it doesn’t kill us or anything.
* Some of us have slightly more prominent canines than the average person but not always so, and certainly not extremely obvious.
*Most of us tend to be pretty sensitive to things, like spirit, or even we can tell if someone is staring at us or walking close in our vicinity just stuff like that, we can also usually pick up the atmosphere in most places and on other peoples moods.
*Some of us have some kind of gift, Me personally, I have prophetic dreams and I can heal.
*Most of us tend to be sensitive to high pitched sounds that average people can’t hear, we are usually sensitive to light too.

But to look at us? No one could ever tell a vamp from a non-vamp just by looking, unless of course you are one of us.

So yeah, I’m a vampire, we do exist.
oh and F*** you Edward Cullen, you are a git!.

New Confession

Many mornings i sit on my front porch with coffee and a cigarette as a relaxing way to watch the world wake up. This morning i was doing so with the residual taste of the male runner i orally please (usually weekly but sometimes more frequently) still clinging in my throat. An older couple was on ther morning walk today, i see them occasionally. She was the usual casual wave and good morning but he did not even glance my direction. She called him out on it and told him to at least say good morning, and they were on their way again. As they walked away he turned and looked back at me with an uncertain ezpression on hia face I hope she did not give him grief later, because i know why he was acting awkwardly. About six weeks ago he made his first visit to my back yard shed to take his own pleasure in my mouth. It was actually emotional for him because he had not gotten any relief in a very long time. I told him he was welcome any time. But like many older married men he was truly suffering the guilt and shame of taking his pleasure in a man’s mouth and for being unfaithful to his wife. But naturally after getting the incredible pleasure i gave him as i reverently worshipped his hard hungry male flesh…he told me during and after that he had no idea such pleasure existed…his guilt and remorse and shame got to him and after a couole of weeks i assumed he would never return. But sure enough, i eventually saw him on a morning solo walk and he came up to me unable to even speak or ask, and i simply had him follow me to my back yard shed and without speaking i gave him what he needed again. And of course afterwards despite his enjoyment in the moment, he was in tears again and said he could never do this again. But a week later, he was back for more. Then again a few days after that This is where we are at as i saw him on his walk with his wife this morning. I have sincere empathy for his inner crisis, and he kmows if he comes back for more he will get it time and again. I know it sounds arrogant but i know eventually he will come back again and again. Not because i am conceited but because i simply know men and the type of man that seeks what i give them on my knees. He will come back because they all do eventually this is simply how some men get what they need and i enjoy giving it to them for a host of reasons…..from the diary of a closet neighborhood cocksucker

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Many mornings i sit on my front porch with coffee and a cigarette as a relaxing way to watch the world wake up. This morning i was doing so with the residual taste of the male runner i orally please (usually weekly but sometimes more frequently) still clinging in my throat. An older couple was on ther morning walk today, i see them occasionally. She was the usual casual wave and good morning but he did not even glance my direction. She called him out on it and told him to at least say good morning, and they were on their way again. As they walked away he turned and looked back at me with an uncertain ezpression on hia face I hope she did not give him grief later, because i know why he was acting awkwardly. About six weeks ago he made his first visit to my back yard shed to take his own pleasure in my mouth. It was actually emotional for him because he had not gotten any relief in a very long time. I told him he was welcome any time. But like many older married men he was truly suffering the guilt and shame of taking his pleasure in a man’s mouth and for being unfaithful to his wife. But naturally after getting the incredible pleasure i gave him as i reverently worshipped his hard hungry male flesh…he told me during and after that he had no idea such pleasure existed…his guilt and remorse and shame got to him and after a couole of weeks i assumed he would never return. But sure enough, i eventually saw him on a morning solo walk and he came up to me unable to even speak or ask, and i simply had him follow me to my back yard shed and without speaking i gave him what he needed again. And of course afterwards despite his enjoyment in the moment, he was in tears again and said he could never do this again. But a week later, he was back for more. Then again a few days after that This is where we are at as i saw him on his walk with his wife this morning. I have sincere empathy for his inner crisis, and he kmows if he comes back for more he will get it time and again. I know it sounds arrogant but i know eventually he will come back again and again. Not because i am conceited but because i simply know men and the type of man that seeks what i give them on my knees. He will come back because they all do eventually this is simply how some men get what they need and i enjoy giving it to them for a host of reasons…..from the diary of a closet neighborhood cocksucker