Page 24 of Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

I drive slowly because it’s super dark here. The towering trees that flank each side of the road block out any light that would come from gas stations or greasy spoon diners. The moon appears periodically, flickering between the trees.

As far as I can tell, there isn’t any street lighting, at least not on this road. Then I pass by a sign nestled into the woods. “Welcome to Stream in the Woods” But someone has clearly marked through the Stream in the and changed it to Screaming Woods.

My heart pounds and I know I’m probably smiling like an idiot. Because oh my goodness, I’m here. I slow down so I don’t miss anything, especially any of the signs indicating how to get into town. Basically, my car is crawling along the highway.

But then something catches my gaze out my side window. There is a man—no, that’s definitely a beast of some sort—standing by the side of the road.

Despite how slow I’m driving, he doesn’t notice me at first because he’s … um … preoccupied.

And by “preoccupied” I mean, he’s gripping his hard dick, pumping his first as fast as he can.

I suck in a breath and nearly choke to death on my own saliva. I don’t consider myself a voyeur. The thought has never actually crossed my mind, but if possible, I slow down even more and stare openly at him.

He’s beautiful. And completely lost in what he’s doing. Normally I would say that masturbating in a public place is straight up creepy, but the wince etched in his facial features speaks more of pain than need. So, it seems less creepy and more desperate. And there is something about that desperation that’s compelling.

I hope nothing runs out in front of the car because I am not watching where I’m going. Nope, I’m straight up staring at the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and… yep, my panties are wet.

His face tilts upward just a little as if he’s sniffing the air. That’s when he looks over and our gazes lock.

I want to stop and get out of the car, but that doesn’t make any sense. Instead, I drop my hand into my lap and press it against my suddenly aching pussy. I stare at him, biting down on my lip, wanting … something.

Then, he turns and runs into the woods, not before I see a sleek brown tail whipping behind him.

“Toto, we are definitely not in Kansas anymore,” I mutter to myself.