Grendel, nameed for a great uncle who came to a bad end, didn't much care one way or the other. All he knew was that he'd grown up on the stories of h...mans out there, and he wanted to go and see what all the fuss was about. Besides, as everyone also knows, trolls have monsterous sex drives, and Grendel was tired of making do with his hands. He'd always thought his name sake had been a bit odd anyways: Going into a human castle and stealing the MEN? No wonder he'd come to a bad end. Grendel was. Ignoring it didn't purge it, replacing it with other fantasies and amazing real-life sex didn't purge it, time didn't purge it. It flickered and burnt stronger for being ignored and my very desperation to suppress it was the fuel it needed to feed its wicked appetite.I had mentioned the ad to Patrick when I'd seen it online and he found it exciting too. We'd discussed the thrill of it, but considering that it was advertising a club a continent away, we hadn't discussed it as a real option, just. So I restrained myself with a heavy heart and moved out of there. And days passed with me watching her and her giving some signals. One day when she was leaving for college, I came out of my house and took my car and waited for her near the bus stop, and when she came I asked her to sit in the car and I would drop her to the college. She did not resist and came and sat in the car. All the way we both had mischievous smile on our faces we both knew we were filled by lust, but both were waiting. She reached down and grabbed her ankles. "Play with me would you?" She said it quietly, her voice filled with great need. Kevin jumped on the bed and knelt between her legs. She was open wide to him. He saw now that she only had a tuft of hair on top and that she was shaved around everywhere else. Her firm lips reminded him of a peach, her inner lips only barely sticking out, pink, wet and inviting. "Go ahead, touch it" she said. Kevin reached out and ran a finger across her.