I
am Leslie Ormandy, and I confess I am a vampire-book slut.
My
first vampire-book relationship was with Bill Compton. He
was handsome, gentlemanly, mysterious, and took his time courting me. I enjoyed
every minute I spent with him in my arms with his hard-back clasped firmly
between my hands. Yes, I knew about his relationships with other women. I knew
that even while he was in bed with me, a part of him was enjoying a relationship with someone else. He was indiscriminate and
would never be solely mine. Eventually the last page of our relationship was
reached, and I had to move on. I had needs. I hated going to bed without
someone to entertain me.
My
next vampire-book relationship was with Jean Claude. He was masterful,
powerful, in control. And the sex was hot, steamy, overpowering. Our liaison
lasted longer than the relationship with Bill. But again I had to share him.
Gradually I heard other women talking about him. Saw his name mentioned in
Blogs, on Facebook, on Twitter. I had to listen to other women talk about the
pleasure he gave them, and they many – odd – places they took him to: beaches,
Dr’s offices, even the DMV. But even then I remained faithful, unwilling to
give up the bliss he provided. Then one day the last page of our relationship
was reached, and I knew I needed to turn over a new leaf.
I
then began a series of short serial relationships. One book stands you would
term them. Oh, I crawled into bed with them whenever they appeared on my
doorstep, and they gratified my need for romance, sex, blood, and vicarious
adventure, but often my favorites would appear only every other year; then
several would appear at the same time, and I would have to chose which one to
buy first. Yes, by then I was willing to shell out my hard-earned cash, the
product of my labor, in order to take one of my favorites to bed. Even;
occasionally, I would take a new vampire to bed to enjoy
when I tired of my favorites. I was
becoming a vampire-book slut.
Yes,
I know this is a support group for vampire-book sluts and all, and if there
ever was a vampire-book slut it is me. I know that I am not alone in the world. I know that I can not possibly be the only person with this dreadful addiction. I am certain that I am not alone in answering the call when it is whispered in the night, in an immortal whisper: “let me…
entertain you!”
byline L Ormandy (AKA SweetGoth)
The UnNatural Enquirer
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