The Silent Siren

   Thea could hear the nearing of footsteps despite the low drum of the music trailing from Bourbon Street. She picked up her pace walking through the dimly lit alley ways. She heard the echo of footsteps quicken behind her.  Her heart raced as she resisted the urge to look back.  She increased her pace again before she broke out into a full sprint. Footsteps pounded off of the asphalt and swallowed her in their echoes. She panted as she neared closer and closer to the main streets, the safety of the bright lights beckoned her.  She burst out from the shadows, sweaty and panting. She leaned against a store window, trying to catch her breathe. She dared her

 “Mhhhm,” Thea moaned as she felt a tongue run up the length of her calf. She could feel the hot breath against her skin. She parted her thighs and arched her back sinking deeper into the pillows. “I didn’t expect to be having sex dreams after my shower,” she thought. She felt kisses travelling high up her leg as teeth began to nip at her inner thighs, “Ohhh yesssss,” she gasped through parted lips.The mystery mouth had finally reached her sweet spot. She felt a tongue run up her slit before finding her already throbbing clit. The tongue lightly flicked over her, eliciting a series of moans before sucking her clit and gently nibbling on it.  Thea gasped and a shiver rippled through her body at the con

 The door hadn’t even closed behind Bellamy before Penny threw herself at Thea.  “What. The. Fuck. Tell me everything! We have to call Aggie, she has to know! Did he tell you what he is? How come he isn’t affected by me? What t

Bellamy dropped his arm down and intertwined his fingers with Thea’s.He grimaced before clearing his throat.  “Thea?”She turned to face him. “Yes?” she asked, a small smile playing on her mouth.“I want to… No, I need to apologise for yesterday.” Thea frowned at him, “What are you talking abo

Bellamy shrugged out of his leather jacket and folded it over his arm, making sure that it covered his throbbing erection. He all but sprinted to the bathroom, weaving in and out of the crowds of dancers. “Fuck,” Bellamy stared at the 3 bathroom doors before him. “Which one did she go in?” Just as he was contemplating which door to try first, a slender hand shot out of the middle door, dragging him in by his t-shirt.