I was bitten, and somehow got left behind when the others fled – or maybe they were killed. I can only assume they thought I was dead." How old were... you?" I was horrified."I don't know. Perhaps six? I turned, and for several years – I don't know how long, really – I ran with a pack of young werewolves, mindless, acting on instincts. And then the Lady found me."He sighed. "Race didn't matter when we were all werewolves, but being the only former elf, I was small. The others protected me, kept me. Touching them with a finger showed me how solid and sharp they were.A noise from the side breaks my concentration. Looking out through the door into the bedroom I can see him laying there on my bed, covered in only a sheet, his nicely muscled limbs spread out in different directions. He was so handsome – way beyond what I would have normally considered my league. Oddly enough, the small mess of blood at his neck simply made him even more attractive to me now.Although not unattractive, I was. After watching that I become more sexually profound to men. I admire their physic, their strengths and wondering what’s under their pants. I please myself fantasizing about men and their thick cocks. Their rough abdomen, muscular ass, hard nipples and mostly their thick dicks. How will they ever fit their meat inside me, how will they hold me, and how can I please them. My sexual urges became more and more aggressive through my teen age years. September 23, 2003 Tuesday. I remember the first. Lucky me! My change of heart came on a Thursday afternoon in mid-November as I waited inside the bus station in Brockton. It was raining and I didn’t feel like going home on foot. As I waited, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a tall black male police officer and a plump white female bus driver. The bus driver was asking the cop about whether or not she should get a lawyer to collect money from her incarcerated spouse to support their offspring. She said that he’d been a good.