A Taste of Ecstasy
by Bekki Mansfield
“What are you drinking this evening?”
A flash of amusement flickered through his slate coloured eyes. The corners of his smooth lips turned up in a meaningful grin. He sat upright in his full-backed chair and swirled the elaborately designed glass around. The liquid whirled round slowly, not allowing a single drop to spill over the side.
“Why, my dear Roxanne, it is blood!” All but one of his companions gasped at this announcement. The grin grew broader.
“You’re not serious!”
“I’m perfectly serious, my dear. Obviously this is something that you would equate with vampires and such, but I can tell you now I am not a vampire or any such mythical creature. My interest in blood occurred when my wife and I were having sex actually. I was biting her neck and bit down to hard causing my teeth to break the skin. I have quite sharp teeth as it happens.” His dinner guests stared completely shell shocked. “Anyway so a trickle of blood ran down her neck so I brushed my tongue over the cut. In that moment I was in ecstasy. There I was making love to the most beautiful woman in the world and I was sucking the blood from the wound I had inflicted. It was heaven.
“It became a game. I would cut her or bite her so hard she would bleed. I am addicted to a new form of drug. I am addicted to blood!”