We all have our quirks. We all have something we’re into, that we just can’t explain. It’s our little habits and behaviors that make us each unique.

My quirk is one I haven’t found in anyone else. I’ve looked. I’ve tried the internet, I’ve tried my friends. I haven’t found anyone who shares this quirk with me, though. (If you know someone, or if you share this quirk, please share your stories! I’d love to hear them.)

I have a blood fetish. That’s what I like to call it. Whenever I say this, people automatically assume I’m talking about vampires, and that I’m “Team Edward,” or whatever. That’s not what I’m talking about. I don’t fantasize about someone swooping in, and biting my neck until a couple drops of blood trail down my collarbone. That actually tends to scare me. All I can think about is the bacteria in someone’s mouth, and the possibility of them puncturing my jugular. Okay, I know the chances of them killing me that way are probably slim, but it still scares me a little.

I prefer knives, or a razor blade. Whatever it is, it has to be sharp, and clean. I try to keep my utensils disinfected, in case I find someone who is willing to accept that they aren’t hurting me.

The cuts need to be on the midriff. I don’t want my boobs damaged, and I especially don’t want anything sharp near my vagina. They don’t need to be deep. I don’t need to scar. I just need the blood. I need the blood to be able to drip off of my skin, mix with my sweat, and smeared across my body.

The cuts don’t need to be long. Like I said, I just need a little bit of blood.

This last step is where I usually lose people. Because I love the taste of blood, I want my lover to lick the blood from my cut, and then kiss me, with my blood still on his or her tongue.

So far, I’ve only found two men brave enough to try this with me. Both times, it was an exhilarating experience. The first time, I was nervous. I felt like my life was in his hands. I had him tie me down to the bed, so I wouldn’t squirm and make the cut worse. After the initial puncture of the razor blade though, I felt free. He had no problem licking me clean, and even smeared some of my blood on his cock for me to clean off.

The second time was even better. It was with my current boyfriend, and it was after a day of us sharing, and coming closer to each other. It was the same day he revealed some of his fetishes to me. I wanted to share myself with, all of me. I didn’t need to be tied down this time. I laid back, closed my eyes, and barely winced when I felt the knife puncture my skin. He was careful not to cut too deep, and kept asking me if he was doing it right. I could faintly taste my blood on his tongue when he kissed me. We were one being in that moment. We made love, allowing my blood to mix with our sweat, and smear across our chests.

I’m not sure where I came up with this fantasy. I have searched long and hard for porn that reflects this, but haven’t been able to find much. There hasn’t been any erotica that I have found that matches my wishes.

I think it started when I was a child. I’m not really sure. I’ve always loved the taste of blood, the feel of it on my tongue, the salty, irony taste absorbing into my taste buds. Wherever I came up with the idea is a moot point now. All that matters is that this is now one of the quirks that make up who I am.

Anyone who is willing to try this, or curious, make sure to take the necessary precautions! Make sure you and your partner are clean, since diseases can also pass through blood. Also, this type of situation is the perfect situation where a safeword should be used. Discuss how large the cuts should be, and how deep, and where. Don’t play anywhere near a large vein or artery. And don’t forget, always use a condom when doing the deed.