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kept
on and on, and the pain went away and it was nothing but
pleasure, pleasure to kill for. Pleasure to die for.
Gradually I realized that he was no longer eating me, just
finger-fucking me as he watched me writhe. His eyes excited me
as much as his hands. His eyes, looking at my long, curving
legs, looking at my breasts, pretty breasts, round and big,
nipples pointed in lust, his eyes looking at me like that, I was
going to come as he watched, I was going to...
He looked into my eyes and smiled, long fangs shining as he
pulled his lips back.
A wolf's fangs...
I snapped upright on the bed with a strangled scream, but he
was gone. My hair whipped my cheeks as I jerked my head wildly,
looking for him, but I couldn't see anything at all in the
darkness. I groped across the width of my bed for the lamp on
the night stand and clawed at it until I managed to flip on the
light.
With the burst of illumination, I could see the familiar
bulk of pine colonial furniture, the rose bedspread bunched at my
feet. And the cream lace teddy, tenting over my hard nipples.
Its crotch still covered my cunt. Nobody had ripped it open.
It had all been a dream...
A damn lucky dream. The solution to m
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