Another Friday, and we're at it again - flashing sexy for you in 100 words. Take a look at my friends' posts, too.
My heart stops. Apparently this huge masculine masterpiece has the same effect on every woman at the ball, as each of them stands still, lips parted.
Our eyes meet, and he smiles, a slight upturn of his full lips, just enough to offer a glimpse of pointed incisors.
I gasp, unable to warn him as he continues moving towards me, and I hear the guards move in unison, bustling towards my masterpiece, stakes drawn.
His proposition. “Your place, then?”
Moments later he’s deep inside, bowing, thrusting, eyes closed.
I tilt my hips, sliding along his delicious shaft. My vamphyre has been captured.
Personally, and this is a very personal thing, I don't like reading first person.
However you have thrown up so many questions, I want to know more...