The Dream by Rotting Gore Whoree

Between bloody rituals and vampire sex — pretty much, sex after death.

The dream is to have a lover who moves with me to the outskirts of a small town in a manor. Everyone thinks the place is haunted and finds us even more haunting, as when we go to the shops, we are in gothic clothes, that are very formal and ethereal. The local children tell stories that we are the ghosts of the manor that died long ago.

Our manor has oddities and a small ballroom-esque area, along with a library. We have two white borzois, that only add to our ominous vibes. Going to the shops brings me great satisfaction watching people whisper, as I get my groceries, with a giant borzoi, with a beaded collar, at my side — with a veiled hat to cover my face.

Me and my lover hold masquerades in our house, with our friends and we make it a very intimate occasion, serving each other our own blood and gifting each other oddities from around the world. When we’re alone, me and my lover have blood baths. Or simply lay In our tub together with a red bath bomb. There are candles all around the tub. When we get out, we cuddle close to a fireplace, etc.

Even cuter, if we had an oddities shop. I’m in town, selling oddities, and experiences to the town folk, that think it’s run by the ghosts of a manor.

Eventually, the annual masquerade will take place, but it’s time for a sacrifice. There is an altar laid out. It’s covered in veils and candles. Making love to the sacrifice, before ending them, and using them all over again.

If we are going really into the fantasy aspect, I’d be the sacrifice and the masked guests watch my lover drink my blood. I’m wrapped with fine jewelry, before fucking me and cumming in me, as they plunge a blade into me. And a ritual and resurrection would ensue (after fucking my corpse of course).

The celebration would commence when after my death, they practice something that will bring me back to life. Since I’m the first for them to try. They’re, of course, a little nervous around the room. The thought it might not work, only for my lover, to sew me up and for the ritual to ensue. Only for me to jolt up. I’d be regarded highly at the masquerade being undead. A walking corpse in jewels for them to look at, as they continue their ball.