So I pulled off my tee shirt and laid it on the nearby picnic table and slipped out of my shorts and put them on top of my tee shirt and stood there n...ked before him, both of us behind the large tree, my clothes now out of my reach. He pulled me to him and ran his hands over my nude body touching my dick and fingering my asshole gently as he kissed my bare neck and shoulder running one hand up and down my bare back. My little dick was jumping straight and hard as he tickled my balls and. Words come easily. A glass of wine and a black dress. Crowded.Feeling the closeness of the man. His lips at her ear, fingertips on her backbone, his thigh pushing in, his muscles moving and tightening underneath. So close.A tingling, a letting go, anticipation.The beautiful man. Beautiful and full of need. Searching eyes, nervous laughter, limbs that cannot stop twitching.Drawn to her: the ideal, the archetype, the femme fatale, the goddess. Again and again, searching for perfection.A senseless. . And I need a liter of blood once a moon. Guys only.”“And if you don’t get your monthly supply?” Francis asked.“I start losing Attributes until I do. Starvation. But it shouldn’t affect my thoughts. Just that I would be hungry.” She went on to describe her hunger and natural control of it. The team was a little skeptical, but took her mostly at her word.“My mood swings a lot.” An Understatement. “Fuck you.” She pointed at me, “As I was saying, my moods swing. I don’t get moody, just more ups. Pushing it a little farther in, she ran her tongue around the rim of the glans, exploring its ridges and bumps. Then she finally yielded to her desire and pushed her mouth down on his cock as far as she could. It was long and fat and completely filled her mouth and plugged her throat, yet she hadn't taken in nearly all of it. She was swooning with desire. All of her concentration was on the cock in her mouth as she worshipped it with her lips, nibbling, licking and stroking the shaft, sucking.