True Desires, Part 3 (R-18)

Irene had sprouted a tail. 

A long, black narrow tail. Its shape resembling that of a leaf - or a heart - that's been charred charcoal black with a pointy tip at the end… and there it was like it had always been there, suspended in the air.

Swishing. Flicking. 

Luring.

She was reaching for something close sitting atop the bedside table, her back faced towards me, leaving the embrace of my arms for just the briefest moment. 

But as consolation, whether intended or otherwise, I'll just say she was as every bit enticing from the rear as she was from the front, and every bit as plump too.

Seeing the faint outline of her spine forming a smooth vertical line down the middle of her back had me salivating, the position her pelvis took, raised, swaying… and like a cobra rising from a basket, I was simply entranced… a wanting, willing slave to the silent gyrating melody of her hips.