Halloween is nigh and with it comes the strange, the sexy, the out of this world slipping around corners, blending into shadows beneath looming magnolia trees and stalking you as you foolishly walk home alone in the stygian darkness.
Halloween brings thoughts of werewolf, witch, vampire, and ghostly beings incandescent in the night. As a child, you are frightened of these beasties; as an adult, perhaps they take on a more sexy demeanor.
The werewolf is misunderstood, tormented by what he must become at the advent of the full glowing moon rimmed with wispy fog. When confronted by a maiden of olde or a sassy modern day, kick ass independent woman, his first inclination isn't to sink his teeth into tender flesh. No, it is to slide his tongue against that flesh, to salve the torment in his soul by the taste of feminine skin against his slightly rough tongue. To rub his body against soft curves until the wolf's bloodlust is turned into erotic lust felt by the man trapped inside, until he sheds the wolf's hunger and feeds the man's. To feel her trembling fear turn to a woman's burning desire for the forbidden, to feed that desire until the wolf is but a dim memory, and the touch and taste of each other is a driving force to be reckoned with. Celebrate Halloween by turning the wolf back to man and unleashing the power of desire, but remember to let some of the beast remain to fuel the fire of desire. ~ Violet
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