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is for Vixen : an erotic tale She’s hot, spicy. Her nickname is pepper. She is tall with smooth chocolate legs and a plump ass. She is sassy. She plays hard to get. She knows that men like to hunt as she pretends to be prey. Yet that is false. Certainly untrue. She is the huntress. She is the vixen. The predator that devours her prey. Some may make it out and others are caught in the web of the venomous spider never to be the same again. They are victims. I was a victim. I saw her eyes on me from across the room. She smiled. I smiled and I was lost in a trance. I felt her energy as she made her way over to me. We talked and chatted for a while and soon I was becoming her little zombie. I would do whatever she wanted me to do. I led her up to my hotel room. We were barely in the room before we were already practically taking off each other’s clothing. My goodness! She was beautiful. Her long legs had nothing on ...