Dances with Werewolves

‘Wolfgang tied my wrists to the iron beam against the wall. His rough hands were all over me even before Ben had started photographing. His presumption was exhilarating. I struggled, relishing my helplessness as he lifted me from the hips like a dancer and forced me to straddle him. It was a fantasy come true. Suddenly his hand connected sharply with my bottom and I yelpe….Read More