Drinking Blood

Author: Family Maker

I have something to confess…

For a year I’ve been drinking my own blood almost every night. The taste is just so yummy that it’s addictive. The smell, the colour, and the texture.

I do this safely by cutting the tips of my fingertips and filling up a cup with it. It’s not that much, honestly.

It takes like nothing I’ve tasted before. It’s too yummy to even describe. I love it. Sometimes I even use it as lipstick.

The flavour profile of this substance is so exquisitely delightful that it has become utterly addictive to my senses. The olfactory experience, the visual appeal of its rich crimson hue, and the tactile sensation it provides are all equally captivating. I execute this practice with utmost safety by making small incisions at the tips of my fingers and collecting the resulting flow into a small vessel. To be perfectly honest, the quantity is not substantial in any significant manner. It presents a taste sensation unlike anything I have ever encountered before in my entire life.