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I switch off the mic, then remove my headphones, momentarily satisfied with those parting words.
I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me, but I was feeling myself a little bit tonight.
Scratch that, I knowexactlywhat has gotten into me, and it’s not even a what but awho.
Zia’s last email was a little more aggressive than normal, a little more possessive if I’m being honest, and while that should have probably made me block her and start searching for virtual restraining orders, it didn’t.
No, the email put a smile on my face and an erection in my jeans because the idea of someonewantingme based on nothing but my voice? Well, it caters to that incredibly lonely side of living the way I do.
It is kind of creepy, though.
I’ve seenPlay Misty For Me. I know how this could turn out.
That’s still not enough for me to try to cut Zia off or anything. Her attention is a nice change of pace, but I’ll keep it in the back of my mind. I don’t really have to worry, anyway. I’m a fucking vampire, so if things come to a head I’d be able to handle myself, and I’m sure it would end poorly for Zia because of that alone.
Probably.
It’s been so long since I’ve actually acted like my kind that I’m not sure I’d remember how if I needed to, but natural instincts would most likely take over and I’d be fine.
Not that I think it’ll come to that.
She’s been emailing me almost daily and sent her last one a few days ago, but I haven’t heard from Zia since then. And thedesperate for attention and connectionside of me is butt hurt over it, which is exactly why I did what I did tonight.
Still smiling, I start to put away my equipment and check to make sure everything is saved on my laptop.
Imighthave finally chosen one of Zia’s words for Crude Corner, and Imighthave used a slightly deeper tone while I discussed impact play and how it can be incorporated into many facets of sex, including degradation and praise kinks. And that’s why I threw in the bit about good boys and girls. It felt right after an episode where I somewhat gave into the overall interest the show has piqued, but it was mostly to get a rise out of Zia.
I want to see if she’ll email me again after hearing her requests on air, and after I addressed the masses instead of just her. She seems to struggle with that based on the needier aspects of her emails.
Egging on a potential stalker isn’t the best line of thinking, but I’m lonely and bored, and thanks to this new segment of my show, I’m horny as hell.
“You know you had someone trying to break in through the back door?”
I nearly jump out of my skin and spin in my chair at the voice coming from behind me. “Jesus fuck, Silas. You scared the shit out of me.”
“If you didn’t hear me, that means you’ve been living up here way too long,” he says with a raised brow. “Your senses are taking a hit.”
Giving him my back, I finish taking care of my mess from recording. “And where am I supposed to go? Back to Purgatory? That’ll go over real well, considering I was all but banished from there.”
“You weren’t banished,” Silas scoffs just before I hear the click of his lighter.
“Exiled, then.”
“Hardly.”
“Sent away?”
“Eh, kind of.”
“Well, what the hell doyoucall it when the ruler of Purgatory has had enough of the complaints about someone and boots them permanently to the surface?” I get to my feet with a grunt, annoyed as hell that we’re having this conversation again after years of it getting us nowhere. “I’m here against my will, because I didn’t have any other choice, and because no one down there wanted the freak around anymore.”
“You could have gone to Hell.”
Silas smirks as I whip around to face him, my irritation growing by the second, but I just huff instead of continuing the argument.
We’ve been through this before, so many times, and it does nothing but piss me off and make him laugh.
“Brought you something.”
