She slipped out of her clothing, the responsible person of the day, the business person who was so controlled, falling away with her layers of business attire. As each layer was taken off and tossed aside, she felt more and more free. Each article of clothing was a little bit of her worries discarded. She
I watched her like I always did this time of night. Crouched in the bushes, safe in my shadows, I was her audience. Her curtains were open as always, a frame to my private show she would put on. The light in the room just bright enough to see her by, not so bright as
Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power of her muscles. There was nothing that was not feminine about her, she oozed the sensual glory of a woman
He was hunting her. Of that there was no doubt. It was only natural that he do so. He was, after all, a hunter of flesh. It was in his nature to seek the flesh and all the wonders it held. Mortals could never understand with their “conventions of society”…the niceties they passed to each
