Vampires haunt all my erotic fantasies; I am obsessed with anything to do with the subject. From Nosferatu to Bela Lugosi to the Anne Rice “Lestat” books, the topic. thoroughly excites me. The Prince of Darkness, the human who can take the form of a bat or a wolf — I find it all wildly seductive. I can be watching a film like The Lost Boys and easily get aroused. The sleek, sexy creatures of the night with their hunger for blood really turn me on. And when I’m watching a movie about a female vampire, I practically lose my mind.

I have crafted my own elaborately detailed scenario, which spins me into a world of nocturnal sex delights. This fantasy took a tangible turn when a new woman began working at my office. When I found out that she was born in Romania, and in the exact region where Count Dracula’s castle was supposed to have stood, my imagination went into overdrive.

Daniela came to this country as a child and does not speak with an accent, but in my fantasy she does. I’ve also mentally changed her shoulder-length light-brown hair to waist-length tresses a shade as black as the feathers of a raven. Her lips are glossed blood-red, and they stand out like a wound against her chalky-white skin. Her eyes are an unnatural blue, and they glow mysteriously in the dark.

Daniela’s body ideally fits the part. She’s six feet tall and almost all leg-long, slender gams that stretch forever. Her arms are also long, as well as her fingers. Her nails are, of course, painted the same shade of red as her lips.

In my fantasy I am alone in my house — a Gothic mansion, naturally — during a night well lit by a full moon. It is midnight and I am reading a particularly horrific vampire story. The wind is howling through the pines, and I get the feeling I’m being watched. The hair on the back of my neck is standing on end. Out of nowhere there is a sharp knock on the door. With some trepidation, I open the door, and Daniela is standing there. She is dressed in a black cape and black pumps with four-inch heels. I look her in the eye and immediately fall under her mesmerizing spell.

“I am sorry to disturb you,” she purrs in a voice so seductive that my cock instantly hardens. “I have experienced some auto trouble. Would you be so kind as to allow me use of your telephone.” I look over her shoulder to see that, indeed, a black Porsche with a red spider painted on the hood is parked in the road. I let her in, of course — I have no choice.

Once she is inside, I offer her a glass of wine. She politely declines. “I don’t drink … wine,” she says, her blue eyes beginning to blaze more brightly. Perhaps some coffee, I suggest. She just smiles at this, and I lead her to the den. I seem to notice that when she passes the mirror in the hallway, she leaves no reflection, but I let it pass.

In the comfort of my den, with a fire roaring in the fireplace, she drops her cape to reveal that she is wearing a ridiculously tight bustier that pushes her large breasts up and out. I long to bury my nose in her deep cleavge. One shoulder has been adorned with the tattoo of a coiled snake, its fangs bared. Can it be that the snake is moving? She is also wearing a black leather miniskirt, and her black stockings are attached to red garters. She sits and crosses her legs provocatively.

I serve Daniela her coffee and watch her holding the untouched cup and we chat awhile. As the minutes go by, I realize that I am losing all control of my free will. I am totally under her power, and I am happy about it. I want nothing more than to do Daniela’s bidding. Eventually she sets down her cup and extends her hand, beckoning me with a long, red-tipped finger. Mindlessly I drop to my knees and crawl toward her.

She lifts her skirt and I see that she is without panties. Her pubic patch has been partially shorn, leaving only a black tuft above her ambrosial doorway, the lips of which are a particularly deep crimson color. I lower my face to her sex, and the lips pucker and part, allowing my squirming tongue access to her pearly dew. But just as I’m about to touch her flesh, she stops me and orders me to strip. I do so in a robotic manner, and soon I am back at her steaming grotto. As I plunge my tongue into her, she rakes her cutlass-like nails along my back and crushes her thighs against my ears, trapping me. But I don’t want to leave anyway.

I feast on Daniela’s glorious sex until she arches her back, digs her nails into my flesh and utters a somewhat lupine howl. She tastes unlike any other woman I’ve known, and I feel drunk from partaking of her exquisite chalice. Daniela lifts my head and stares at me. I meekly stand and present myself to her. She smiles approvingly at my rock-hard erection, which bobs in front of her face.

She takes it in her strangely cool mouth and gently fellates me, leaving lipstick stains up and down the shaft. I inhale sharply at the magnificent blowjob I am receiving. Her nails teasingly scratch at my bloated testicles, and I think I will lose consciousness when she pokes a dexterous index finger up my asshole. My cock explodes in her mouth, and I fire my come down her throat with cannonball-like velocity.

“Mmm,” she purrs, “you taste so good. But you must surely realize that your come is not what I seek.” I am confused by this statement, but I am still hungry for more. She fondles my erection until it is once again standing tall, then pushes me down to the floor. She straddles me and lowers herself onto my spike, which she begins to ride with Amazonian abandon. I tentatively cup her breasts in my hands, in awe of their perfect roundness. She smiles and unclasps their harness, allowing them to spill freely into my grasp. Daniela bends a little lower so I can take a blood-red nipple in my mouth. I suck like a baby as she fucks me with powerful slams against my hips.

I come again quickly. I cannot possibly get hard again, but I do. This time she removes all her clothing and crouches before me, exhorting me to fuck her like an animal. She tells me to grab hold of her hair and pull it as though it were reins as I pummel her with my cock. I am so excited, I’m in a trance. I feel as if my entire body is one large cock throbbing with blood and semen. I’m ablaze with lust.

We couple like desperate beasts for the rest of the night. I am amazed at her sexual voraciousness. I think she has drained me of all my semen. I have never come so many times. I have filled every one of her holes with my unflagging cock.

Daniela notices a clock and sees that sunrise is due in a matter of minutes. She is holding me in her arms when she whispers, “Time for me to go, my dear lover.” It is then that I think I see long white fangs flashing toward my exposed throat. I don’t remember anything after that but complete orgasmic surrender.