Flesh and Blood
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~Sweet Flesh~
All it took was one very sweet encounter. It's amusing how on a cold winter afternoon I happen to fall for a very beautiful treat. Now don't get me wrong I love treats now & then but this one was too irresistible to avoid a small taste of her Sweet Flesh.
~Just a Bite~
The female was running in pain, holding her side from a wound that was leaving a bloody trail behind her. As her vision began to become hazy & dwindle, she focused on one thing: refuge & blood. Suddenly without notice she collided with what seemed like a wall. Luckily the wall gave way softening her fall as she fell upon it. Trying to recover her lost breath, she stilled as she looked up to see dark eyes that matched her hunger. Feeling feint she collapsed on his comforting chest unable to fight the impending darkness that slowly consumed her vision. With each blink she sank further into oblivion till she finally slipped under, finally unable to hold unconsciousness at bay. She dreamt of seducing him & taking Just a Bite.
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Copyright © 2012 Ezikyo
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All characters and events in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted without the prior permission in writing from the author.
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~Note~
This tale has been in the works for quite some time as I tried my best to flesh it out as best as I can. But as of now I've prioritized this book on my to do list and I plan to write as many chaps as possible, but as always it's grueling work and it takes time. But bare with me and enjoy a good read. Thank you. ~Ezikyo
Just as a precaution, this book may hold certain content not suitable for the feint of heart. Please be mature enough to enjoy a good read tho from this story, thank you.
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