Ugh, why is the culture being so vapid these days? Where are the intellectuals? Did society forsake them?

  Ever since my most ret partner had moved on, I tried to get bato the dating pool, but it was so hard to find who was actually ied these days. Going to book clubs was a wash, just a bunarried womeher too old to work or cowed into submission to not have friends. And there weren't any salons anymore, the name having been coopted for a pce of beauty, not philosophy.

  I'd gotten so frustrated that I decided to sign up for one of the pgue sites, PinkSky. It supposedly had a rge popution of trans women, but looking at these nonsensical posts was having me fuming. You do not bme minorities for their own oppression!

  I started getting angry as I scrolled until I saw something. A romoting a book for a trans friend. Looking at her profile, she'd done so for a bunch of trans women. I started following her and as many of them as possible.

  Going bay "feed" as they were calling it, something I found quite hirious, I refreshed it and almost all of this rotted posts vanished, leaving behind takes on oppression and the rights of all. Perfect.

  As I tinued my scrolling, I found quite an amusing post. One user purported that I would need only fsh a little fang, and I'd have women ing to my door for me. Clearly, this is i. There's no way. So I replied to the post with a fang pic, set my phone down, a for a walk.

  The walk wasn't anything special, lots of boise from people too uo think about their as driving cars aing mad at those who used the crosswalks. A lesbian couple was having a date, looking at art at a street fair I decided to cut through on a whim. One was dressed rather ostentatiously, possibly another vampire.

  When I got home, I was going to start on dio tide myself over when I suddenly remembered what I posted. Well, the worst that could happen would be that I find no replies. That is most definitely *not* what happened.

  Upon opening the app, I found I had 100 messages already. All of them were trans women asking if they could e over. I was stuhis shouldn't have worked! I messaged the first one back who was in my area with a pd time to meet up ter today. Nothing major and out of the way enough that if things didn't work out, I could always ghost her.

  I dressed up a bit more than I had for my walk and made my way to a nearby coffee shop. I arrived just a little early and grabbed a table so I could see her enter. A few mier, there she was, looking stunning, though not plete. She'd clearly been going through the process and was likely fundraising for surgery at this point. I waved her over, and she sat down with me.

  We chatted over banal topics for a bit before the tas started, and we began talking about philosophy. Her grasp on cepts of oppression was stunning, something bor just from personal experie also hashed out. Perhaps at a salon? Have those just all moved ohese days?

  Eventually, she'd piqued my curiousity enough, and I asked her to e home with me. We walked together, hand in hand, looking forward to the night ahead. I know that vampires have had quite a lot anda put out against us tely, yet she seems totally at ease? What is going on?

  As soon as we got in my door, she started kissing me. My back forced against a wall, I just let it happen. She clearly knew what she was getting into. I got lost in our makeout session for a bit before I pushed her off and brought her to my room.

  I forced her to sit with me and expihat I was going to feed off of her. Well, I *tried* to, but she beat me to the lunch, stating the effects that would happen. Wait, she actually knew? I thought most people would be freaked out. Okay then, time to feed.

  As I started draining her, I molded the parts of her body she wanted me to, going for her genitals first, to make her squirm while I did. After I'd molded her vagina and it was set, I brought my other hand into the mix, making sure she'd feel more fortable looking in a mirror but aking my hand off her new clit. Her moans were far too adorable to ever want to stop. Her breasts filled out slightly more, just enough to fully fill the cups she was wearing before I pulled them off her to get to them. I molded her face after what I could see with my vampire vision.

  As soon as I pulled back, she dove on me, a wild look in her eye. I ulled up into a position I couldn't really move in as she started eati, and *oh* did it feel wonderful to have my knees beside my ears. As much as I loved my previous parthere was just something special about the first time with someone new. Something that always mao set me off just right.

  It didn't take long for my first asm of the night, and I made sure she was going to have just as many for that wonderful first performance. We didn't actually get any sleep that night, and though she looked well-fucked and tired in the m, she also looked extremely pleased. As she was leaving, she told me to be on the lookout for other trans lesbians who were definitely down for me to feed.

  I just stared at the door for about an hour after she left. That, no, that was a one-off surely. Deluding myself into thinking that couldn't possibly be the case, I messaged another woman in the area, this time with my address. There's no way this works.

  Thirty mier, I heard a knock at the door. Standing before me was the trans woman I had just messaged.

  Well, I'll be blessed.