The Farmer: Sex was the last thing on my mind. I had been driving home from my parent’s farm when the lights dimmed, spluttered and went out, the engine dying immediately after. I let it roll off onto the embankment cursing my luck....Continued.
Blood Lust: He bent down to lick the blood from my breast, circling his tongue around my nipple as he did. His tongue traced the trail of blood all the way back to my neck as he pushed me toward the couch behind us. Kissing me on the lips again, I could taste my blood on his lips...continued.
