I felt their eyes on me, but more than that, I heard their thoughts.
80 out of 100 men who watched today’s photoshoot whispered the same inside their minds:
“She isn’t human… and still, she’s breathtaking.”
Their thoughts trembled,uncertain, reverent as if beauty should belong only to mortals and not to something born of moonlight and myth.
But there were others, unafraid of difference.
Their minds spoke with fire:
“I don’t care what she is. Those horns, that tail, those hooves
they don’t make her less, they make her more attractive and rare… exquisite.”
Some imagined more than admiration.
Their curiosity wandered to forbidden places:
“What would it mean to stand beside her? To be the first man to impregnate her and make a new race? What kind of being would be born from that union?”
And then… there were a few whose thoughts I should not repeat, but still I have to confess “Those horns would work as levers for a good deepthroat” or “I would love to lick those hooves and be stepped on with them” there was another one thinking “I would make love to her as I pull her tail and horns”
desires wrapped in shadows, Humans are quite interesting, half of them have a good heart, others, are completely controlled by their compulsions.
their eyes lingering too long on my horns,
their minds shaping them into uses I will not speak aloud.