RUNNIN' FROM THE COPS IN BLACK BIKINI TOPS
09-23-2013, 02:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-23-2013, 02:30 PM by Karmen.)
MAYBE SHE WAS TRUSTING HER FEMALE TUITION, THOSE FEMALE instincts that burned in her posterior, what defined her as a woman, what lined her cellular walls with effervescence and feminine charm - even though the epitome of her black internals were diseased with malice and sin. She was the snake who tempted Eve to bite the apple, to sink her teeth into temptation because nothing tasted better than wicked satisfaction. But she was here for a reason. Perhaps time had worn her, deteriorated what little faith she had in the few she allowed inside of her. Karmen was a woman with little room for friends, but in her past she could recall only one wolf who had ever gotten close to her. A genuine smile touched her lips. The storms they raged together: pack raids to steal food and goods, slithering around the men in ranks and seducing them to forget about their wives for the night, and above all they broke hearts - no, shattered them, severed emotional fibers that bonded wolves together. They were spawns of the devil, and the woman she dare call an acquaintance was a polar opposite counterpart. And that was why they worked so beautifully together. Karmen had been pondering why she was feeling so empty, chewing at her brain as to why she had felt aimless, seeking power but it was always out of her reach. She approached the abandoned wreckage with a confident sashay, tilting her head up towards the many windowless caverns that could house the female-fiend. "Baby?" She called in a subtle fondness, a rich and ravish purr, seeking the girl she once called her partner in crime. |