Thankfully, he didn’t remember much of his former life, as a hunter. He was still getting used to his new life as a savage werewolf, most of the tim... he roamed the vast forest as a man, living the life of a hermit in a cave. But for a few days around the Full Moon, he transformed into a b(ea)st, and ventured closer to the nearby town. His instincts urged him to find a mate… he need to start a pack for safety, and the continuation of his bl(oo)d line.------------It was a warm late evening, and. Aur pata hi nhi chala kab neend aa gayee jab nind khuli toh wo mere bed pr baithi hui thi aur apne bagal main mujhe baithne ko kaha jaga kr main khushi se baith gaya aur uske thighs Pr hath rakh diya usne mera hath hataya aur apne shoulder pr rakh diya ki uske boobs mere hath se touch ho maine uske boobs pr apni figures ferni shuru kr di usne kuchh nhi kaha fir kya tha maine uske boobs dabane shuru kr diya usne apna face mere shoulder pr rakh diya aur kiss krne lagi maine uska face wahan se. All I could think of was to detach myself, to be alone, shut myself away and write again. It’s almost as though my reality only now exists on sheets of vellum and expressed through ink on a page. It is as though I need to somehow express my feelings in a story, rather than experience it myself. It’s where I feel... safe.” Sarah took a deep breath and another mouthful of coffee. “You are a storyteller, Sarah,” I said, smiling at her and placing the palm of my hand on top of hers. “Storytellers. When you open your eyes and feel yourself stretched on the bed in soft bondage, I will be waiting for you.I rose before you and pulled on a red lacy bodystocking and high-heeled red shoes. Strappy ones. Strutty, fuck-me, high-heeled red shoes. I stand at the foot of the bed looking down at you now. Watching your eyes open, seeing you realise that you cannot get free. I stand with my legs slightly apart. My nipples rub against the red lace of the bodystocking, as I think of what I will do to.
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