She used to think of him as a lion, with his great bushy head of blonde hair, and his massive chest, and the large paws that were soft and cushiony when he held her head in them. The friendly lion, who loved to eat barbequed ribs slathered in sauce, ripping the meat from the fragile bones, then licking his fingers with a long pink tongue.
Sometimes he licked her neck with that tongue, and it sent shivers along her body and she would grab him with both legs around his slim hips, and lay him on his back on the floor. Then he would smile at her, and his teeth, almost invisible in their sharp whiteness, would flash and he would play at biting her neck, just enough to tease.
She knew he loved her, but she knew he wasn’t the one. She liked the slender black leopard man who lived on the next block. His hair was slick and combed back shiny. He was dangerous in the way he moved, quiet and unassuming, quick and deadly. If the leopard held her head in his paws, she knew his razor claws would leave marks on her cheeks. His yellow eyes lured her into his den and he wrestled her down, and she didn’t move, even to breathe.
She loved them both, lion man and leopard man, so when she ran away, it was from what happened next.
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I can't get over the really interesting turn your writing has taken the past few weeks! There's nothing about it that's generic or ordinary. The characters, the situation, the language - everything is so original, so risky, so good! I hope you're revisiting some of these, letting them develop further - they really deserve it!
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