Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales 4 | Midnight Mistress

Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales #4: Midnight Mistress (Excerpt)

My name is Ursula David, MS. I’m a psychosocial rehabilitation specialist. I’m single. And I’m also a vampire. My final year with the living was my thirty-second birthday over fifty years ago. My condition isn’t as shocking as one might think. Despite existing in secret, vampires are everywhere and often live normal lives. But a vampire is a predator always. In fact, every person is a predator. Some people feed off others financially. Some emotionally. I merely feed.

In my practice, I provide support for people who want to improve their mental health and well-being. Sometimes I put my patients into a trance to help in various ways, to get rid of addictions, to release latent traumas. Of course, it’s easy as a vampire. I’m a contradiction this way. Most people think of vampires as all doom and gloom, but I help people, too. It’s a way to manage my guilt. Yes, I feed off the blood of my victims, but I keep this separate from my practice—until that fateful day.

One of my patients, Kelly, was a middle-aged woman, a widow with three grown children. Her husband died six years ago. She’s had problems with her libido. During a trance, she divulged her longing to have sexual relations with her son’s wife, who was twenty years her junior.

I met Mary seven years ago. My husband’s wife is stunning. I remember thinking that if this was a lesbian romance novel, I would’ve had her in my bed already. I mean, it’s hard to believe how easy it was to flirt with her. One morning, I met her at a coffeeshop for breakfast. Tears rained down her cheeks. Marriage wasn’t going well, and I guess she felt comfortable enough with me to confess. She said she was lonely, that she had no friends in our city. She also didn’t have any family in town—only my son. And I was listening to her and thinking to myself, “Well, this is rather sad.” But then the strangest thing happened. She started looking at me. Really looking at me. It wasn’t like I was her mother-in-law anymore. It was more like she was trying to peer inside me, to see my thoughts. And you know what? It exhilarated me. I returned her unadulterated stare and I think it made her feel the same.

Kelly told me more about them flirting, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that Kelly was also interested in me. She was using this story to hint at her attraction. It’s not the first time a vampire became irresistible. But I’m careful with patients so I never start romances. It’s safest this way. The last thing a vampire wants is a lovesick puppy snooping around her deception. A few weeks ago, however, things changed when I encouraged her to reveal her feelings.

“You can tell me anything.”

“Do you want to know?” Kelly asked, embarrassed.

“I want you to tell me what makes you comfortable. You can trust me.”

Our eyes met. The look was innocent at first, a quick eye connection, but we held it and it became something more. After pausing a moment to assess whether she could trust me, she revealed her wishes. Since her husband’s death, she felt like a prisoner in her son’s house, a slave to her desires. She had difficulty controlling herself around Mary.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel old and ugly around her,” she said sadly.

I listened to my patient, but all the while I thought—she’s in a terrible situation. But then she looked at me, looked deeper into my eyes again and I saw—lust. Our eyes bore down on each other. A silent understanding passed between us. I tried to hide my attraction, but one thing vampires aren’t good at is hiding our sexuality. These thoughts ran through my mind—What am I getting myself into? This is crazy. I’ll lose my license.

Hollywood says vampires are excellent manipulators; this is true. It helps us survive. During the slick days of the eighties, before modern fast-food delivery and disposable entertainment, I had sozzled my way through un-life. Back then, I could feed from humans, take their money, and dump their bodies in alleys. It was easy to survive. My prey—the sweet young runaways found near homeless shelters—would do anything I desired. These meals were easy to suckle from because nobody missed them. These days, people have credit cards and smart phones. There’s CCTV and phone cameras. It’s much harder to thrive without discovery. That’s one reason I need my practice. It’s camouflage.

My conflicting emotions for Kelly were accompanied by intense physical desire. My professional curiosity endeared her to me, but her blood’s sweet scent drove me wild. My last meal was long ago, so I had low willpower.

Against my better judgement, I said, “Kelly, come closer.” I tried to act like an irresistible woman, but my voice trembled uncharacteristically for a vampiress. I didn’t want to charm her; I wanted her to do this on her own accord. I didn’t need to use my powers on her; the allure of my sexual presence was enough to influence her. She approached, eyes wide with anticipation and fear. She was so beautiful, so delicious. I couldn’t stop myself from touching her cheek. My caress startled her, but she didn’t pull away.

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