Ficlets

The place was filthy and held the next worldwide sweeping plague on its doorstep. I loved it upon first sight. My little black dress inched up my thinly muscled thighs and all five of my dancing partners kept glancing at it with mile high lust.

I shook my dark curly hair; the tight corkscrews glimmered and swept across my slim shoulders gently. Waggling my tempting hips, I increasingly enjoyed seeing hearts shatter, male and female, gay and straight, monster and mortal, across the dance floor.

After licking my lips I checked the man next to me, hankypankying quite well for a mortal. I drew him closer, first with my coal black eyes and then with my equally painted dark lips.

Fire ignited and surprise shook my knees when he kissed me. I smoldered and melted beneath him, his fingers traced the hem of my dress and I felt ice trickle down my spine.

And then he bit down gently, teasingly, on my bottom lip, and I knew I was gonna have some damn fun tonight.

The music played on.