Wrong Number, Right Victim

Last night I received a wrong-numbered phone call.

Not allowing this opportunity go to waste, perhaps against My better judgment, I engaged in an impromptu phone sex seduction.

Five hours later, as daybreak eased itself into the early morning, I realized that I had been the victim of orgasm vampirism.

After the 11th ejaculation, I turned My nightstand light on, looked down, and witnessed how raw and inflamed My turtleneck flesh was.

I hurriedly ended the marathonian call, something that was a lot easier said than done, as she denied My attempts to flee from her psychological clutch.

Let this be a lesson to you who are weak of will: there are those among us who feed from our vices.

Thus spoke, The DragnMastr.