Gaga for the Gargoyle (Fated Dates)

by Settle Myer

I’m not looking for a soulmate. As if those even exist.

God, what is wrong with me? This man…this being…has me acting feral.

She’ll need to get over her fear of heights, because I’d love to give her a mid-air fuck after I’ve properly bedded her.

I can never convince him he’s safe from being killed by a cat. The odds are low, but never zero, he’d say.