Masked: Dirty Desires

By Jack Daw

My gaze snagged on one guy with a vampire’s mask over the top half of his face and a thick black velvet cloak. His shoulders were broad, his legs long, and his body well muscled, as far as I could tell under the cloak. He definitely caught my eye. And from the warm tingle between my legs, not just my eye. Then he turned around and caught my gaze.
And held it.
Glittering pupils behind the mask’s eye holes. His tongue slipped out and moistened his lips.
He didn’t move, just stood and stared at me. I couldn’t make out his expression. But heat ran through my veins like lava.
And the warmth in my folds got wetter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Daw
• Release date: Mar 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463060506

Jack Daw

Jack Daw lives, works, and thinks ... occasionally.The rest of the time, Jack writes erotica to share with eager readers.Come and explore!All details at http://www.jackdawtales.comComing 2019/2020:SHOWTIME - available NOWMASKED - available NOWPLUMBEDHOT FAREJoin Jack’s Mailing List for more hot and wet stories here:http://bit.ly/2m01dw9

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MASKED

By Jack Daw

Copyright ©2019 Jack Daw

Published by Jack Daw Tales

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This work contains descriptions of a sexual nature and is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.

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My gaze snagged on one guy with a vampire’s mask over the top half of his face and a thick black velvet cloak. His shoulders were broad, his legs long, and his body well muscled, as far as I could tell under the cloak. He definitely caught my eye. And from the warm tingle between my legs, not just my eye. Then he turned around and caught my gaze.

And held it.

Glittering pupils behind the mask’s eye holes. His tongue slipped out and moistened his lips.

He didn’t move, just stood and stared at me. I couldn’t make out his expression. But heat ran through my veins like lava.

And the warmth in my folds got wetter.

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Masked

I hate Halloween dressing up. Those stupid parties where you’re meant to make yourself look as hideous as possible. Where your make-up’s meant to be all ghoul-ish instead of seductive, where you have to hide your sexiest lace underwear under a zombie nurse’s sweaty polyester tunic.

Even so, I hadn’t