and narrowed in her admirer. Masculine and without the gaudiness of sequins or feathers, his bronze wolf mask highlighted his eyes, but covered his nose and ran just above his full upper lip, which was no short of kissable. She sighed heavily.
How long had it been since she’d kissed a man, devoured a man’s mouth? Clearly mass quantities of vodka had Ms. Libido rearing her neglected head. And Ms. Neglected was the equivalent to the great aunt who lived across country. Yeah, Karis enjoyed time with her, maybe missed her every now and then, but a visit was more work that it was worth. Besides, beyond a few orgasmic dreams, Karis had no desire to seek out sexual refuge in the “real world.” She never considered, however, that instead it would find her.
Jaw tightly set, the wolf man now stared down at his drink, his muscular forearm flexing as his finger circled the top of his glass. Decorated with rips and tears, the tattered white shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and allowed for little peeks of a tanned, wide chest. Karis felt the stirring low in her belly, and sighed at the beginnings of things she hadn’t felt since him .
Karis distracted herself by glancing down at the Red Riding Hood garb and muffled a snort with her hand. “Hmm, a big, bad wolf. Lucky for me. Shit, did I just say that out loud?”
“Uh, yeah, ya did,” snapped the naughty nurse to her right, eyeing Karis like she’d made it a slutty habit to pick up guys in a bar. Karis stole a moment to consider who was sluttier. Surely, any real nurse would be insulted by this girl’s ass hanging out. And her claw-like nails looked anything but sanitary. All sorts of germs hung out beneath fingernails. The girl stared at her, clearly annoyed by Karis’s intense scrutiny.
Boy, everyone in this godforsaken bar needs a good screw.
“Here’s the deal, naughty nurse. I’ll buy you a drink if you look at that wolf guy over there and tell me if he really is as hot as I think he is. I haven’t hit on a guy in, well…ever, and it would really suck if I had a case of vodka goggles.”
Not amused in the least, the girl glared at her for a few seconds, tapping her claws on the bar top, then smiled knowingly. “Deal.” She glanced at Mr. Wolf then scanned the rest of the bar. “Yeah, he’s pretty much the hottest guy in the room. Good luck with that.”
“Super,” Karis puffed out. “Thanks.”
She ordered the girl’s drink. Then with her own drink in-hand, Karis shoved off from the bar and sauntered toward his seat, sloshing her drink in the process.
“Sloppy drunk,” she muttered to herself then giggled, admittedly horny as hell and on a flirting mission. As if she was familiar with the concept. She’d never picked up a guy, period. Besides her husband, most of her sexual experiences consisted of the perfect ingredients for a high school cliché: some bad 90s techno, bleachers, peer pressure, a little weed, and boys, not men. Not traumatic per say, but easily forgettable. Hell, the only man she’d ever actually dated was Robert and by the third date, she discovered she was pregnant with Robby. By the legal drinking age, Karis was a wife of a deployed husband and a three-year-old fastened to her leg.
So why not flirt a bit? See what all the fuss was about and enjoy this carefree Karis.
Plopping right down beside her wolf man, she blurted over the music, “My name’s Karis…uh…just Karis. Would you mind standing?” Height mattered. She’d be damned to flirt with someone she had to look down at. Surprising her, he actually stood, whirling an aroma of tropical male right up her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and immediately felt a surge of arousal dampen her panties. Her lower lip swelled; her clit throbbed. Well, well, well. Everything seems to be in working order , she quipped inwardly. She nodded; he winked, and in one smooth motion, sat back down while sliding his stool a bit closer to hers.
Karis leaned over and
How long had it been since she’d kissed a man, devoured a man’s mouth? Clearly mass quantities of vodka had Ms. Libido rearing her neglected head. And Ms. Neglected was the equivalent to the great aunt who lived across country. Yeah, Karis enjoyed time with her, maybe missed her every now and then, but a visit was more work that it was worth. Besides, beyond a few orgasmic dreams, Karis had no desire to seek out sexual refuge in the “real world.” She never considered, however, that instead it would find her.
Jaw tightly set, the wolf man now stared down at his drink, his muscular forearm flexing as his finger circled the top of his glass. Decorated with rips and tears, the tattered white shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and allowed for little peeks of a tanned, wide chest. Karis felt the stirring low in her belly, and sighed at the beginnings of things she hadn’t felt since him .
Karis distracted herself by glancing down at the Red Riding Hood garb and muffled a snort with her hand. “Hmm, a big, bad wolf. Lucky for me. Shit, did I just say that out loud?”
“Uh, yeah, ya did,” snapped the naughty nurse to her right, eyeing Karis like she’d made it a slutty habit to pick up guys in a bar. Karis stole a moment to consider who was sluttier. Surely, any real nurse would be insulted by this girl’s ass hanging out. And her claw-like nails looked anything but sanitary. All sorts of germs hung out beneath fingernails. The girl stared at her, clearly annoyed by Karis’s intense scrutiny.
Boy, everyone in this godforsaken bar needs a good screw.
“Here’s the deal, naughty nurse. I’ll buy you a drink if you look at that wolf guy over there and tell me if he really is as hot as I think he is. I haven’t hit on a guy in, well…ever, and it would really suck if I had a case of vodka goggles.”
Not amused in the least, the girl glared at her for a few seconds, tapping her claws on the bar top, then smiled knowingly. “Deal.” She glanced at Mr. Wolf then scanned the rest of the bar. “Yeah, he’s pretty much the hottest guy in the room. Good luck with that.”
“Super,” Karis puffed out. “Thanks.”
She ordered the girl’s drink. Then with her own drink in-hand, Karis shoved off from the bar and sauntered toward his seat, sloshing her drink in the process.
“Sloppy drunk,” she muttered to herself then giggled, admittedly horny as hell and on a flirting mission. As if she was familiar with the concept. She’d never picked up a guy, period. Besides her husband, most of her sexual experiences consisted of the perfect ingredients for a high school cliché: some bad 90s techno, bleachers, peer pressure, a little weed, and boys, not men. Not traumatic per say, but easily forgettable. Hell, the only man she’d ever actually dated was Robert and by the third date, she discovered she was pregnant with Robby. By the legal drinking age, Karis was a wife of a deployed husband and a three-year-old fastened to her leg.
So why not flirt a bit? See what all the fuss was about and enjoy this carefree Karis.
Plopping right down beside her wolf man, she blurted over the music, “My name’s Karis…uh…just Karis. Would you mind standing?” Height mattered. She’d be damned to flirt with someone she had to look down at. Surprising her, he actually stood, whirling an aroma of tropical male right up her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and immediately felt a surge of arousal dampen her panties. Her lower lip swelled; her clit throbbed. Well, well, well. Everything seems to be in working order , she quipped inwardly. She nodded; he winked, and in one smooth motion, sat back down while sliding his stool a bit closer to hers.
Karis leaned over and
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