Friday, 1 August 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: Our Night
The second I ripped Terri's top down, to expose her firm breasts, her hands went straight to them and she began to roughly massage herself. Occasionally she would pinch her erect nipples hard enough to make her bite down on her lips to stop herself screaming out, because the last thing we wanted, or needed, was somebody being alerted to our presence and coming to investigate.
For tonight was the one night of the month we saved ourselves for each other. The night we take turns to ravish each other numerous times before finally satiating our hunger, with each others blood.