A Bitch In Heat, A Monthly Tradition.
I hate to say it, but there is something about the moon or a woman’s body around our cycle that just makes them turn into lustfull beasts or a bitch in heat. In that case, I am no different than most women around. Most can tell if I am about to come on my cycle because I go through small phases of emotions. First, you might see me curled up with the blanket and watching a sad movie to let my eyeballs sweat. And get all the sadness out of me. But next is the most fun, interesting part about me during that time is I turn into a bitch in heat, I wish there were a fancier way to say it, but that is the easiest way to express how I feel about two days before I start to bleed.
Bitch In Heat Prepars To Hunt.
Every male or female in my phone looks so much more attractive. I do my makeup just a little extra on those days because I just feel sexy. So I dress to impress. During this small window of time, I might give my number out to multiple new people. I just feel an inevitable aching in my bones a passionate need just cum and keep cuming.
The local clubs and bars will see me on those days done up, prowling, hunting my prey, as I watch them on the dance floor. On a barstool, I’ll sit and observe them. Posted up as a bitch in heat, deciding on which delicious sexy meal I want to consume.
Trap Set…Now We Wait
One night, just a few nights ago, I was sitting there on a stool, and this guy sat beside me, barely 21. I could tell by how he ordered his drink that he was nervous and unsure. I swear that I could smell him, and it wasn’t the cologne, it was his musk, like his inner heat had a scent. That’s how attracted I was to his body. If I weren’t a bitch in heat at the moment, this guy would never get the slightest chance with me. I guess it was his lucky night.
It was like I had an inner lion, calling and circling inside of me, coaxing, begging for him to be still and awaken. Lioness makes it sound like I’m the one in control since I’m the one prowling. But really as bitch in heat I have no control just desire. And it took the guy, this young lad next to me, a little too long to look at me, but when he did, our eyes locked, and I smiled just a bit, just lifting the corner of my mouth and a half-arch, half-seductress smile.
Bitch In Heat Sets The Hook.
He was all too pleased with himself that he had gotten a smile out of me. The excitement that rushed through his body was almost visible. It’s like the aura around him changed. I had set the hook. This bitch in heat was going to be satisfied tonight one way or another. And I got closer to him, letting my naked leg slide lightly in between his as we sat there facing each other on our barstools.
I made sure to have only one leg position between his legs. Which accidentally made my legs part just a little extra. I wondered if, from his angle, he could see up my skirt. God, I hope so. This bitch in heat wanted him to see, fuck I wanted him to smell me. I wanted it to make him drool.
Come play with this bitch in heat soon!
