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The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape. He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food. And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no. He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.
He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her
wine. She refills the glass with what
was left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt. Once it complete, he leans forward to blow
the salt towards her. …
A young man finds a shifter. Unaware of who she is and assuming she’s a lost dog, he takes her home and finds a bitch in heat.
She trembled and lowered herself, long golden fur brushing the leaves and wet grass covering the small hill. She crawled with her legs splayed. Ashamed but unable to contain herself. She whined quietly as the cold dew eased the burning between her back legs. She pulled herself, rubbing her engorged pink sex along the ground.…