What that tongue doin?
Katja’s grandmother always told her that the women in her family had a very flexible past…
That being nomadic was the only option for them because ‘others’ wouldn’t accept her as she was…
She was always curious what she meant by that.
‘Others…’
Other people? Other women? It was so… vague!
But whenever Katja tried to get clarification, her grandmother would wave her away.
“You’ll understand when you’re older, dear…”
Well after her 25th birthday, things started to make a lot more sense. Every full moon she found herself changed. Drawn to the bayou. Drawn by strange and warm urges.
But alas… with no ‘cursed’ men to satisfy the urges, Katja needed to learn to satisfy them herself…
And luckily for her, the transformation had at least a few perks…
Who needs a man with a tongue like this…