From high above in our keep overlooking the Redwood Forests of the greater north/west, we constantly scan for creatures that go Bump and Grind in the night. We are the Vampire Humpers. Look ... Over there just emerging from behind that redwood stump. What is it? It's Big Foot and his mate. I wonder what else is Big on that couple. They might be worth a tumble if we do not find any fellow vampires tonight. Cum Quick ... Save us from a Hairy Encounter. When U lonely in the middle of the night and want a thrill that is sure to please, who you gonna call? Vampire Humpers!!!

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Needing pictures to place on this website, we invite a friend over to man the camera and take pictures of us doing the nasty. To get this friend in the mood, we purposely apply liberal amounts of alcohol (consuming it ourselves to get us going). During this time, we flash and tease him by making out all the time, until it's impossible for him to say no.

When the time is right, we retire to the bedroom, where all the camera equipment is already set-up and ready to go. With each of us taking our places, the action and photography begins.

We first start out by laying on the bed and making out. This gets hotter and heavier and articles of clothing start disappearing one by one. All this time, our photographer, is busy circling the bed, training the camera, to get the best possible angles and pictures. Especially those close-ups. Every once in a while, he gets so close that sometimes he accidentally is snagged up into our frantically moving bodies.

This goes on for quite some time, and by now it's starting to get terribly HOT. While changing the film in the camera, he also removes his shirt and uses it to wipe the sweat off his own over-heating body and then goes back to filming.

By now, anyone that wasn't completely blind could not help noticing the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. While he is kneeling on the bed, moving in for a real close shot, because of the particularly strong thrust, she loses her balance, and reaches out to catch herself, and accidentally ends up pulling the photographer's pants down. At this point, she is now face to face not with a bulging pair of jeans, but with an enormous rock-hard cock. <br><br>

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What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A remote wilderness spot

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Threesomes, Mutual Masturbation, Making Home "Movies", Participating in Erotic Photography, Blindfolds, Group Sex

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Same/similar fetishes, Sexual appetite, Willingness to freely discuss and try anything, Creativity/Kinkiness level, A little of each

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
Our card game with Bogie and Becall <br> <br>

One stormy night while relaxing in front of the fire after dinner, we are startled by a sudden knock on our front door. “I wonder who that could be,” I say to my man as he strides to the door and sneaks a peek through the peephole to see what unknown visitor is standing on the front porch. “It’s Humphry Bogart and Loren Becall,” he exclaims in an excited voice as he eagerly unlocks and opens the door. “Our Farrari seems to have run out of gas,” Bogie explains as we welcome them into our home, and asks for permission to use the phone to summon a tow truck for assistance. Just as he picks up the phone, a tremendous flash of light and a concussion of thunder shakes our world. Every light in the house suddenly goes dark. Luckily the firelight provides enough illumination for us to find candles and soon our home is bathed in a warm romantic glow. With the tempest raging outside, it is apparent to everyone present that no help will be arriving until at least morning when hopefully the gale will have blown itself out. “Now what do we do?” said Becall. We tell them not to worry, we are all safe and warm in here and we are very happy to share our home with them for the night. Fortifying ourselves with glasses of fine wine, we all settle around the cozy fire as each of us stammers to figure out what to do next. We in our awe of the celebrities thrust into our house and they in awe of the warm hospitality they have received an awkward silence permeates the air. “Are you a gambling man?” Bogie asks as he withdraws a deck of cards from his pocket. Eyeing the cards, my mate replies, “I’ve been known to gamble a buck or two.” We all quickly position ourselves for a few rousing rounds of cards. Patting himself, Bogie, apologetically exclaims that he must have lost his wallet somewhere outside in the storm. “We will have to think of other stakes to play for,” he says. Shyly, Becall suggests, “in lieu of money, if our hosts are willing, we might play a few hands of strip poker.” The tension hangs thick as this startling proposal is contemplated until we ascent to agree to her suggestion. “Ante up,” Bogie proclaims as he starts dealing the cards. “What shall we ante,” I ask, “I thought in strip poker you don’t remove any clothing until you find out who wins and loses the hand.” “Then let’s all take a drink as a way of anteing for each hand that we play,” Bogie announces. Clicking our glasses together in a toast to sportsmanship, the game begins. Luck seems to be equally with us all with no one outstripping the other in the amount of clothing that we all lose piece by piece. Soon, we are all sitting there butt naked. “Now what do we play for?” my mate asks, “we have all run out of clothing to gamble with.” “I bet a warm passionate kiss,” I say and everyone else quickly agrees on the bet. “That’s one kiss to you, Bogie,” my mate remarks, “are you in or out?” “I’m in,” says Bogie with a wink and a smile, “and I’ll raise you a back rub.” “I’ll see your back rub and I’ll raise you a blow job,” says Becall while she sensuously licks her lips. “I’ll call,” my mate exclaims eagerly, “how many cards does everyone want?” This goes on round after round, hand after hand, with each gamble progressively escalating until we are all fucking and sucking and the cards are abandoned. Rising early the next morning and detaching myself from the tangle of bodies, I make my way to the window and peek through the curtains at the beautiful warm sunshine beyond. Bogie arouses and asks, “has the storm cleared yet?” “No,” I reply as I quickly close the heavy curtain, “it seems worse now than it was last night. Looks as if you will be staying at least another day.”

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