The Big Bad Wolff

She paced the ridge line. She’d been in this country many times, tracking the wildlife, enjoying the open, unbothered by the solitude and the wolf, coyote, big cat and bear tracks she often found around the natural springs and along creek beds.

Early autumn. Everything crisp, crunchy… the smallest birds sounded like Bighorn sheep crashing through the underbrush. The sky was a Caribbean blue. Clear, clean and bottomless.

She wore red often this time  of year. She didn’t want to be mistaken for a wild thing. She hated orange. She listened to the crashing and turned, looking for the bird or squirrel or groundhog that was making it. Nothing.

She walked longer, the rifle stock bumping reassuringly against her thigh. And she got lost; lost inside her head, inside the fantasies that were more real to her than the barren life she lived, pictures of big men with big cocks, all hungry and smiling wolfishly, all sniffing around and leaving their scents and marks to keep her safe. From what?

Boredom, she thought, and smiled to herself.

She was smiling when the thing came around and covered her mouth, pulling her tight against a large…what? Solid and both hard as rock and soft as bearskin. She was wrapped in an embrace that felt less than human. But too deliberate and gentle to be animal.

Then it spoke in a low growl, “Are you Little Red?”

Fear swelled her throat and tried to choke her. She didn’t know how she knew, but she sensed any fight would be futile. And much to her surprise she felt herself grow wet.

It sniffed deeply. “I think you are,” it growled.

“Who are you?” she rasped against the leathery thing covering her mouth.

“I, little girl, am your favorite fantasy, or your worst nightmare. You pick.” And something warm and wet lashed seductively against her throat over her carotid artery, and a flame of desire swept the length of her body.

A Few Words…

A warm hello to all my faithful followers, and welcome to the newcomers. It’s great to return to find that things have been growing while I was away.

I was away, dealing with some personal stuff. We all know what that’s like! But I was also stewing. I thought I was blocked, to put it in simple creative terms, but it was more than that. It was that I had a story to tell, but couldn’t find the right way to tell it. And like any new thing, it was born in its own time. It took a year from start to finish, and about 8 months of that it felt like it was stagnating, or simply didn’t exist at all. Except that when I did sit down to write, it was the only thing there.

I’m talking about Perversions. This is a novella at almost 15,000 words. It’s the tale of how we, as humans, deal with the thoughts and feelings that society tells many of us are perverse. It turns out that is less the truth than that the human experience doesn’t follow rules and protocols. It’s a touch autobiographical, a touch erotic, and is driven to an unexpected end on human psychosis.

I won’t be publishing it here; I’ll be throwing my hat back into the Amazon ring. The book will hopefully be available in both e and print editions. I will post a few excerpts… but for the most part, I am letting my reputation and the book speak for themselves. I’m no salesman. But this book is near and dear to me, and I hope a few people might be interested enough to check it out.

If there are any wishing to review, I’m prepared to offer the book for free in exchange for a fair and honest review. Though I’ve been burned here before, so I’ll have to have seen you around for awhile in order to do so.  But for the most part, I like to think people are decent and honest. 🙂

Thank you for sticking around. And I’m hoping to be posting some new short fiction very soon. Cause as far as I’m concerned, the world needs a little more sex! 😉

New Novella

Coming soon… Perversions.

 

He calls himself Dr. Strangelove. And he has inappropriate thoughts about his female patients. But all is not as it seems in this twisting and darkly erotic psychological thriller from Felicity Johns.