My neck of the woods

Under the bright moonlight, I stripped off my clothes in front him slowly. First, I undid my hair letting my long red hair fall down. Then, I unbuttoned my blouse and threw into the bushes. I loved making love in the woods. The darkness behind them never revealing the true horrors it hides. As a human, I knew the woods masked all the demons that world refused to see or find. One did find me in life and turned me into a beast that only moonlight can touch. My well tanned skin turned to alabaster, but the contrast to my red hair went hand and hand. He put his hand across my breast for a moment. There was a day when his hands were as warm as the sun, and I could feel the heat of them against my cold body. I used to love that about him.

“You next sweetheart”, I said.

He always listened to me, but always took everything. His bare naked body basked in the moonlight reminded me of a Greek statue. It was his marine build that always got me. I’m a sucker for a strong man in a uniform, I guess. I rubbed his manhood whispered things into his ear that could make even a foul tongued sailor blush. He always whispered back with things that got my cold heart to catch aflame.

“Dear...”, he spoke to me, “We should eat first.”

I nodded as he gestured to the girl at our feet tied up. She cried and begged like they all did, but it wouldn’t matter. It never did to me.

Sex is personal

Sex is Personal

Opening the door for me and waiting to eat until I took my first bite. He was a gentleman through and through. I actually liked this man that’s why I suggested we didn’t dine on the full moon of October. He was perplexed why once a month and I always gave the coy response, “It’s just my time of the month”. I always winked when I said that. He smiled most of the time just accepting it. But, things weren’t meant to be good forever with us I guess. His curiosity took hold of him and he decided to pop in at my place an hour before dusk. When I opened the door, I was surprised and scared. What was I to do? I really liked him. He showed up with a yellow carnation and a big grin. How could I resist that? So, I let him in.
That was my first mistake.Once he was inside, He gave me a deep and sensual kiss. Then, my primal urges took over and soon we found ourselves in my bed having sex like wild animals.

Afterward, I felt taxed and found myself in his thick arms lying naked on the bed. With my head stretched across his chest, I drifted off hearing only his heartbeat beating in my ear like a tribal drum. I felt the moon rise and my body began to form the ugly beast that I’ve trapped inside for so long. At that point in my life, the inner wolf inside of me was a new thing. I hadn’t worked out all the kinks
and bumps in the shift like most veterans come to do. So, I don’t recall much of the actual event save the random images and blurs of vision of ripping him into pieces. One image I can’t get out of my head is of him bleeding helplessly on my bed. His insides were ripped out and his eyes were fixed on mine giving me a strange look. The look in his eyes was shock, hurt, and betrayal running through his mind and soul. I had showed him my true self and he was horrified.I woke up later still in the same bed with my dismembered lover….. and I cried until the day disappeared and night came again.