Second Creature Of The Night Memory

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Mr Roused takes on his alternate persona of the undead in this audiobook reading. ***** I lay naked, reeking of sex, along a velvet couch. My free hand holding a crystal glass filling up poured by this new dark haired vixen. She was staring down at me, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. Moira she calls herself and she is mine. A placement recently earned but not so easily given. Modern times amuse me. Every now and then, one of my kind leaves a trail that leads to tall tales, speculation, and fantasy. Creatures of the night are now sexualized. It makes it almost too easy to feed. An ancient like myself however doesn't find place within these rules. Every now and then I let loose a little. Moira was the result of my latest venture. She'd invited me home for one of those nightclub afterparties. An entourage of young men and women following after her. It pays to be the attractive o…