Just because I appear like a man, doesn't mean I am one.But what am I? I've heard vampire, and its variants. But those are stories. All the bloodsuck...ng and bats and fear of the sun. A lot of foolishness. However, it does have its benefits. No one is expecting me during the day. And the virgin bit? Just some old church obsession. Nothing wrong with a girl who knows what she's doing. It's not blood I need. What I need is to feast on the juices of fertile women. To send my long, very long. . the type with the red nozzle at the top… I’ve put it in the microwave, letting the sweet syrup inside get nice and warm. I lie down on the bed next to you and hold the bear against your leg, letting you feel the gentle heat of it against your soft skin. I roll the bear up your leg, against your soft skin, and up under your shirt, guiding it to your mound and resting it on your hair, your soft sighs already stirring my cock. I pull you up to a sitting position and pull your shirt up, exposing. He’d been talking about Julia all day but seeing her in the flesh made everything real. She didn’t know any of the other women Dean hooked up with. She didn’t have to see them. There was no way to compare herself to any of them. But Julia was right in front of her. Blonde and golden and a sparkling haze of manicured perfection. She must have been forty but she looked like a supermodel.Dean was infatuated. It might have been funny if it didn’t make Nike’s stomach turn. Julia. She and her husband. I was wonderingif I could have a word with the master of the house?"The maid took a moment to respond, as if her attention had been focusedsomewhere else. "My Mistress, you mean," she said. "Please, wait here a momentand I'll check. Do you have a card?"Like Jake could afford business cards. "Um, no, I don't. Just mention my name,Jake Diamond, and that I'm a private detective." He thought a moment, how muchto reveal up front, then decided. "Tell your mistress I'm looking for a mannamed Dan."The.