Night Angel
Put on the song Gimmie Shelter by the Stones and enjoy ^..^ Through the night she glides, her hunger knowing no bounds. Searching for prey in the dark recesses of a town filled with lustful intent. Her hair is as dark as a raven wing, and her eyes feline born. Lips are full and red. Breasts lush, body made for lusting. She is hunter, is in heat and satisfied it shall be. She materializes in shadow to find what she craves. Into the steamy bar she walks and people stop in their tracks as she...