My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As

I Sat On The Bed. Neither Of Us Said Anything. I Wasn't Slick And Sophisticated Enough For This. What Do You Say To Boyfriend A When He Finds You Naked In The Bed Of Boyfriend B? Especially If Boyfriend A Turned Into A Monster The Night Before And Ate Someone. I Bet Miss Manners Didn't Cover This At All.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.

That Disapproving Look Was Back In Her Eyes. Her Teacher Face. The One That Could Make You Squirm From Ten Paces, Even If You Were Innocent. And I Hadn't Been Innocent For Years.

No, Death Hadn't Changed [willie] Much. But Just In Case, I Avoided Looking Directly Into His Eyes. It Was Standard Policy For Dealing With Vampires. He Was A Slime Bucket, But Now He Was An Undead Slime Bucket.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.