We never talked about the monster inside me. Crouched on the bed, cold white skin, dark pupils dilated like dinner plates, your bodily fluids fragrant on my tongue, feral and remote, licking my own blood off my fingers. Repulsive and enticing in equal turns. Never knowing if I would fade into the night for days or months, or pounce like a panther, holding you hostage on the edge of pain and pleasure, making you moan deep in your throat, your fingers knotted in wrinkled sheets, relishing your scream of release that I alone owned, finally settling down like a contented house cat, licking cream off both our mouths.
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
High praise indeed!
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Yes 😀
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Couldn’t help but reblog it
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Deeply honored
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Wow! Really good. I think I want to be a vampire now…….😎
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Thank you. . .
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Absolutely loved it. You go Gurrlll.
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Thank you so much!
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Loved it
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Thank you so much
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Mother fuuuhhh….this is phenomenal.
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Thank you Kindra! Both processing some stuff from my 20s that I almost never talk about and trying to channel my inner S.K. Nicholas and Olde Punk because they are S.K. and Olde Punk
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Right on, sister!
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❤
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❤😽
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DAMN!!!!!!! ❤
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just getting my badass on. . .
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yes you did…….yes….you…did…. 😀
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LOL thank you Eric
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