A woman undressing is a turn-on, helping one undress is even more so.
But what about robing one, instead of disrobing her?
I could have never imagined in a million years that zipping one up will be as arousing as zipping her down.
My cock had responded at the first sight of her bare flesh. Call me a pervert, but the little preview of her delectable ass had me salivating.
Though my intentions were fairly gentlemanly when I had pulled her aside to cover her up, take her away from those pryin
He is a monster!!How dare he talk to me like that? What did he say that I wanted his attention? But he was the one who kissed me. How could he?I hate him! I just hate him. But I hate myself more for being so vulnerable, for believing in that moment, for letting my emotions get to me, and for not saying anything when he was standing there insulting me.I am furious about that, letting him demean me and not answering him back. I don’t want to be that girl again, who ends up becoming everyone’s punching bag.Also, I know I am not at fault, and I will not take the blame for this. He has no right to talk to me like this.I am furious, and I know I will not be at peace till I do not confront him. It’s decided then, I am not going back to my room, till I give him peace of my mind.I start walking in the direction in which he had gone, towards the forest. It’s surely not safe at this time
I am lying flat on the ground, with my face a couple of inches away from the brown animal, his brown eyes staring into my green ones. Everything and everyone is still. It is oddly quiet, the silence of the night only broken by a terrifying howl.My eyes open into the morning light. Was I dreaming? No, I was not dreaming. I was recalling the events of last night.It was all real, all of it. The inhuman physical strength, the murders, and the transformation...They are werewolves.There I said it. Not that saying it makes it any better or believable. This is just so hard to believe. These things do not exist in real life. There is a reason it is called fantasy.I am a bag of mixed emotions. Terrified; confused and, more than anything else, I am hugely fascinated.After all, whatever I know about werewolves is from the teen novels and movies.I know after last night that they do not
“I understand it’s too much to take at once, to imagine that everything you have known about your history and present is not the complete truth, that the world is more than what you imagined. I think we need to start from the beginning. You need to know how we werewolves came to be. The FIRST WEREWOLF. “Wow!! Just one, I thought, ‘blessed ones’ were in the plural.So, it all started with just one person? But I do not have time to clarify as Avo narrates the story of the first werewolf.“This goes several millennia ago when humans first came to be. Apart from animals and your flora and fauna, the earth was also inhibited by beings called the ‘Old Gods‘.““Old Gods?““Yes, the old Gods, or what mythology calls the Titans & Olympians. You have surely heard of them, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, and the list goes on. These Old Gods were deities of unique elements that represent nature and life, like Poseidon was the God of Sea, Ares was the God of War, and of course, Zeu