Sometimes the animal in me begins to stir, I swear she
senses it. She parades around the house
half naked, purposefully taunting my beast.
She smiles wickedly, licking her lips, enticing what burns in me. Her touch lingers longer than it should. She wears my favorite perfume. It’s as if she is doing her damndest to bring
out my rough side. Finally, I can’t take
it anymore, when she walks by for a 5th time I give her what she
wants, tossing her on the couch, I tug at the only obstacle that stands between
us and my hunger.
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