Every Mask I Make

If Only Men Were Sweet

It’s been 6 months since Tammy Mae spent 90 minutes of intense breakup sex with her ex-boyfriend Nigel Reeves, and she still can’t find the perfect man to make give her a massive soaking orgasm. She would always sit by the stools at Manolo and Rene Grill and drink her favorite chamomile tea while watching people walk in and out of the restaurant. Jennifer’s hazel eyes scanned every potential male that walked past by her. 6 feet tall, 6 pack abs, and looking a 6-figure money machine was most women at Tammy’s age has ever desired. For Tammy, however, it’s all fair game. If she can manage to fuck the living shit out of him, then the more satiated she’ll feel.

“If only Nigel stopped asking for manager when I had his biceps in my mouth,” she said to herself, “He could’ve been a lot better. At least the ribs were juicy,”

Tammy wiped the drool off the corner of her lips. Despite of her…... relationship history, she still manage to laugh off the rumors about her two-timing both Tyrone Jackson and Pedro “El Gato” Rodriguez for 2 years. While people understood that both Tyrone and El Gato moved out Miami, Tammy would indulge of having fried chicken for one week and la ropa vieja for another week. As Tammy was daydreaming about the delicacy of mankind, a 25-year-old Dominican man named Julio with absurdly lean muscles popping out of his blue polo shirt walked into restaurant and began talking to the Nicaraguan lady who makes the best cafesito.

Love at first sight. At least that Tammy understood when she saw a romantic comedy with her first boyfriend. She started to drool so much that she could flooded the city like a hurricane. Julio noticed her and sat across from her with a bottle of Corona. Tammy couldn’t contain her excitement. Her hands were clammier than a freshly caught oyster. She desperately loosen her silky black hair so that it comfortably sit on her shoulders.

“Hey there little lady,” he said with the bright smile on his face, “Out all the women I’ve met, you’re the most attractive of them all,”

Tammy blushed as her saliva struggled to stay between her cherry lips. The womanly desire is dancing in heart like psychopath with his delusion.

“Speak for yourself,” Tammy replied as she took a sip of chamomile tea, “You just look so ta- no, terrifically divine,”

“It’s not every day that I find a woman without some resistance,” Julio said, sipping the smooth Corona, “How about you accompany me for dinner at the InterContinental?”

A twinkle shined brightly in Tammy’s eyes. Her heart raced as the realization of not having to put the effort of luring a man to her precious juice box made her want to cry with joy. Yet, her malicious mind always has a rule to follow. Tammy held Julio’s hand and accepted his proposal without hesitation.

They feasted on the roasted spiny lobster as if they haven’t eaten in years. Julio drank the wine like water. Tammy smiles as she takes the glass of champagne to her lips, while Julio swayed side to side like a palm tree in the wind. Julio began to see stars as his head landed on the saucy empty plate.
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“Ugghhh!” groaned Julio, “I feel like my grandma whacked me to hard with broom. Why do I feel so heavy?”

He felt light yet heavy. Julio notices that his clothes were no longer on his body. As he attempts to sit up, comes face to face with Tammy’s face of ecstasy siting on his lap. Her C-cup breast bounced as her waist wiggled from side to side. His hands held Tammy’s hips as lightly as a feather and begins to kiss her neck.

“Don’t tell me that I fell asleep while you’re enjoying yourself?” he asked with a grin on his face.

“We’re just getting started,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around his neck.

The echoes of Julio thrusting his penis into Tammy’s vaginal canal vibrated through the room, nearly shattering a glass lamp on the nightstand. Tammy softly licked the side of his neck, breathe her pheromones into his ears. After a couple of small orgasms, Julio carried Tammy and leaned her against the wall. Her fingers dug into his trapezius causing him to wince in pain as the blood trickled down his back. Julio continued to piston fuck her like a rabbit. He never felt the subtle tightness the held the girth in his entire life. Tammy’s moans grew louder until she sunk her teeth into Julio’s neck.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Julio screamed as he pressed Tammy’s gymnast body again the wall.

But Tammy’s fangs sunk deeper in his neck while her legs locked his pelvis. Julio tried to pull out, but she ripped his right sternocleidomastoid off his neck. She chewed his muscles with delight as the painful screams bounced off the wall. Next, she devoured his shoulder girdle, his arms, and what’s left of his torso. Covered in blood, Tammy refused to stop feast on her newfound prey and proceeded to continued tear his meats apart. Tammy’s body grew from her 5-foot 5-inch stature to 15 feet high, her silky hair dried into white dead straw, antlers grew from the sutures of her partial and temporal lobes, and her face elongated like a white-tailed deer only now that her pale skin melted off her face. After the numbing transformation, spitted out Julio’s right floating rib and picked off the remain meat that was stuck between her teeth. As hideous as death itself, she licked the metallic blood off the floor and walked towards the window facing the Biscayne Bay. Tammy turned to see where Julio once stood, fucking her until he can barely think of ejaculating inside her. She shook her head in disappointment and climbed on the window’s edge.

“If only men were sweet,” growled Tammy as she jumps into the night.