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Ruby Mistress of Desire
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Character Profile: Maryssah Darkfang - Age 23 - Former accountant - Recent divorcee - 44D size breasts.
"Well, Jonathan! You can go to hell, you fucking bastard!" she slammed down the phone. Ugh! He just knows how to get on her nerves. She has got to block his number. The divorce is over and she is a free woman -- why does he always have to insist on calling her to ask about the old company? Maryssah even signed off her part ownership of it. She's determined that is the last time she gets into business with someone she makes love to. But then again, it is her fault. She hasn't been wanting anything to do with a 'man's touch' in a long time. Just hasn't been appealing to her. She's come to realize that she's more into women and didn't know how to tell anyone. Until the night of their anniversary. They were home alone after dinner -- long story short, ended with him leaving the house in a bad mood. Two weeks later -- boom, divorce papers. And it was all because she came out to him. She had thought he would be more understanding. But alas, he hadn't been.
She needs to get back out there. She need to find someone new -- but she's not in the mood for a relationship. Perhaps just a fuck buddy. Yeah, that would work. Someone that knows how to have fun -- in the bedroom anyway.
After putting on a dark haltertop and a black mini-skirt, Maryssah got into her car and drove around town for a while. She was stopped at a red-light when she looked to the building next to her. Nothing but women going in and out. 'The Cherry' was the name in neon lights. A lesbian club. Perhaps she could just go in for a drink. Yeah. That sounded fun.
She parked and went inside. Fireball by Pitbull was playing loud, all the furries were dancing. Deer girls, Shark ladies and others heading to the back of the place. Probably was a few romp rooms back there. She made her way to the bar. "Smirnoff, on the rocks, please?" she said to the barkeep as she then scouted out the area. She noticed a beautiful furry. Tall, slender frame. Large breasts. She felt herself get wet just from the sight of the beautiful furry woman. And she was walking towards her. Oh god..
She turned around to the bar as she was served her drink. Would the furry speak to her?
"Well, Jonathan! You can go to hell, you fucking bastard!" she slammed down the phone. Ugh! He just knows how to get on her nerves. She has got to block his number. The divorce is over and she is a free woman -- why does he always have to insist on calling her to ask about the old company? Maryssah even signed off her part ownership of it. She's determined that is the last time she gets into business with someone she makes love to. But then again, it is her fault. She hasn't been wanting anything to do with a 'man's touch' in a long time. Just hasn't been appealing to her. She's come to realize that she's more into women and didn't know how to tell anyone. Until the night of their anniversary. They were home alone after dinner -- long story short, ended with him leaving the house in a bad mood. Two weeks later -- boom, divorce papers. And it was all because she came out to him. She had thought he would be more understanding. But alas, he hadn't been.
She needs to get back out there. She need to find someone new -- but she's not in the mood for a relationship. Perhaps just a fuck buddy. Yeah, that would work. Someone that knows how to have fun -- in the bedroom anyway.
After putting on a dark haltertop and a black mini-skirt, Maryssah got into her car and drove around town for a while. She was stopped at a red-light when she looked to the building next to her. Nothing but women going in and out. 'The Cherry' was the name in neon lights. A lesbian club. Perhaps she could just go in for a drink. Yeah. That sounded fun.
She parked and went inside. Fireball by Pitbull was playing loud, all the furries were dancing. Deer girls, Shark ladies and others heading to the back of the place. Probably was a few romp rooms back there. She made her way to the bar. "Smirnoff, on the rocks, please?" she said to the barkeep as she then scouted out the area. She noticed a beautiful furry. Tall, slender frame. Large breasts. She felt herself get wet just from the sight of the beautiful furry woman. And she was walking towards her. Oh god..
She turned around to the bar as she was served her drink. Would the furry speak to her?