"Don't tell me you don't like me 'that way'; I know you do," Noah begged.
"Trust me," Anita replied, "I like you too much for that."
She'd learned the hard way that one time. The orgasm had been so intense, she'd let her back-tongue come out and inserted it oh-so-quick into the neck of her lover.
"Whassat?" he'd asked drowsily.
"A #numbing agent," she'd said. GOD the blood in him was so beautiful, like flowers, like flames. She'd drunk it all. Oops. Never again.

