Sanguine Obsession

Let's talk ... Blood Fetishes. Who has one? I'm sure it is not just me. What is it about blood and blood letting that is so fascinating?

I first fell in love with the look of it and the symbolism behind it. I grew up watching vampire movies of all varieties. I loved the dance they portrayed. Some seduced and some simply took what they wanted. Some wanted love, and some simply craved the blood. I loved the sight of fangs penetrating flesh, blood dripping down the side of a neck or wrist, flowing out the corners of a vampire's mouth. I loved the sounds that they made while feeding and being fed on. I loved the inherent sexuality and power, the ferocity and the gentle sensuality. Watching vampire movies was my first love affair with the power exchange.

There is the power of the blood itself. Red, hot, gushing or sliding in small rivulets. Life and Death. Vitality in liquid form. Blood is life. Life is blood. Blood holds all the power, so if you can take or release the blood, you hold the power. That is fucking sexing.

And then there is the physicality of the blood. I love to see blood well on the surface of the skin. I love the smell of it and the taste of it. I love the feel of it as I dip my fingers in the pool and and swirl them outward in round graceful loops or sharp, heavy lines. I love the colors of fresh blood. I love the color of it once it has dried.

There's a primal urge to release the blood or to give it to one who deserves it. It's a gift. If they are strong enough to demand it and take it for themselves all the better. Sex and blood, fear and lust, power and submission ... it all blends together. Not a lot of people I know share my fascination, but there have been a few. Get the right people together, and the experience can be spectacular.