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The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

I took off my shirt and flung it away. Holy Christ! My gaze drifted to his triceps and then down to his V-cut abs as I took a few steps back and studied them. Mamma Mia. I’m taken aback by the thoughts that come to mind. He was dressed in black slim-fit slacks, a tucked-in black shirt, and black leather shoes. He looked dead gorgeous in all black. This hue was designed specifically for him. He is a god, Adonis!. I saw how his chest was going up and down in perfect harmony with my throbbing cunt.

NOT TONIGHT! Continue reading... Liam Lockey Jan 2015 werewolf you traced constellations on my skin and asked why i didn't let you in a celestial state of mind patientially waiting for a lightning strike just a robot with skin and bone and a daydream to call my own just another werewolf staring at the full moon push your lips close to mine so i can breathe a kiss summer nights in the city lights i think i'll be just fine these ghosts finally put to rest and another unholy mess

I whispered, making him let out a little laugh. My gown was a masterpiece. A silky black satin liquid-like flow, hugging my body in all the right places. It had a bold open back with crisscrossed straps, diamonds attached around the waistline, screaming luxury and perfection. Not leaving out my five million dollar diamond earrings and a mask of pearls and lace covered just enough to maintain the mystery. Everything I wore tonight, were all from my collection Glossy Pearls and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself for coming such a long way.

It's giving me a glimpse of smooth skin, and fuck if I don't want to see that skin with nothing hiding it. Getting onto the main road, I keep with the flow of traffic, but I can't wait any longer. Her skin is calling me. I reach over, hooking my finger in the spot where the rip is. "I like this." My voice is gruffer than I mean for it to be. She grabs at my fingers, holding them tightly in hers. Looking down I see her nails are painted either a dark gray or black. I like that, too. "My jeans?" "No." I shake my head. "The skin it shows. It's a fucking cock tease, but I like to be teased. Now all I'm gonna be able to think about all night is what you look like with nothing covering that smooth

The one whose door you’ve passed a thousand nights and never dared touch. Tonight you dare. Close this chat. Leave the phone on the floor, screen still glistening with your own mess. Walk to her room barefoot, naked, dripping, heart trying to punch through your ribs. Push the door open just enough for your body to slip through. Moonlight slices through the blinds in silver blades, cutting across her skin like it’s showing you exactly where to put your mouth. She’s on her stomach, sheet twisted around one ankle, kicked off hours ago. Ass up, back arched in that perfect sleepy curve, one leg bent so high you can already see the soft, pink seam of her pussy glistening in the low light.

“Drust and his apprentice must be stopped in their desire.” “Yeah?” Her breath washed over his shoulders and down his sweaty spine. “You can do it. I will tell you a secret.” Porcius turned and faced her again. The moonlight cast a loving light on her creamy skin. He didn’t much care for the tattoos and paints that appeared on her flesh as if by magick, but he wasn’t taking her for a wife any time soon. Into his ear she whispered things. Her nails dug into his scalp, then his back, until she drew blood. A lot. Again and again, they screamed into the woods. The din of battle covered both of their cries in the coming night.

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.

The light slips and the night is more, more than I can hold, more than I want to, more than I can hold together. I wait for it to break. My skin is warmer than I am ready for. The soft fabric of the clothes is supposed to help, supposed to be. The clothes are a soft and easy reminder. They are. They are. The fabric is raw against the edge of the night, against the raw and fragile edge of the night. They are loose like my breath, like my breath and my will, my will and my resolve. My resolve is fragile and soft. I change my clothes and I change my breath. I change. I change.

My true nature was revealed when my skin appeared in the sunlight, and I didn't want anyone to know my secret. But how could this be happening now, in this dimly lit café? I couldn't make sense of it, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to hide my skin from Athen's view. The cracking of my skin was accompanied by a strange sound, like the sound of cracking ice. It was a sound that was both eerie and mesmerizing. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping to cover up the green light before it could be noticed.