>>44038341Imagine just walking down the street minding your own business, when suddenly you feel a hand on your collar. You look back, and it's Zinnia. You think you can escape her grasp, but displaying a strength that betrays her appearance, she drags you into an alleyway. You trip and fall on your back, and she pounces, a crazed look in her eyes and fangs bared. You're scared, and you don't know what's going on. You're about to shout for help, when she locks you in a tounge-filled kiss before you can utter a syllable. You're afraid, yet at the same time, aroused. The whole time she looks you straigjt in the eyes, and they speak words her mouth cannot: "you're mine, anon, and nobody's coming to help you." She pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths. Questions swirl through your head, but before you get a chance to ask, you notice the whole time she was kissing you, her hands were already at work unzipping your pants and pulling your boy out...
Should I continue? I've not much time to type because I'm at work, so if the thread survives I'll finish.
