It is a twilit night and I'm pursuing my prey--a lovely tall, lost woman, through the woods. She is wearing only her undergarments, a lost maiden in stockings, petticoat and corset. I'm hungry for and her scent is delicious. I pursue her, patiently, until I grab her by the throat and grope her supple body. I I tell her that I'm going to get her flushed with pleasure and then drain her until she is if she doesn't please me. I bite her on her tender pale thigh, leaving my mark and then finger her and make her taste herself.

I've captured my prey, and spread her on a rock. I lik... Show more