The Living Ink
As I entered her
room and saw her laying on the bed, wearing just skimpy panties and
her body a mass of intricate artwork, a cold shiver coursed through
my body. She looked to be everything any man could want in a woman.
She had a figure most women would die for, long black hair and
piercing dark eyes so why did I feel as though something wasn't quite
right.
“Come in and shut
the door there's no need to be shy,” she purred, turning her head
to see how I looked more clearly.
Compelled to do as
she said I pushed the door behind me, heard it click and then turned
back to stare at her immense beauty.
“Well are you
going to stand there staring or all day or are you going to join me?”
She asked, her eyes practically undressing me and the soft sexiness
of her voice pushing the original cold shiver I had felt away,
replacing my whole being with a sudden, surprising, heat.
In fact the heat
inside the small room became so unbearable, so quickly, that I
literally tore my clothes from my body and dropped them in a pile at
my feet, leaving me standing fully exposed to her wandering eyes.
“Come closer, let
me get a better look at you.”
Powerless to resist
her tones I inched forward, slowly,first one step then another and
another until I was just inches away from her hand which she had, by
now, began to reach out towards me.
Her fingers suddenly
darted forward and wrapped around my hard shaft and she began
stroking me, pulling my whole body as close to her as it was possible
without me falling on to the bed on top of her and that was when I
first saw something that was impossible, or at least should have
been.
The dragon tattoo on
her back seemed to lengthen down the whole of her back as if it was
alive, it's forked tongue seemingly flicking across her pale skin and
its claws, somehow, gripping me and pulling me down on to the bed.
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