When the creative muse is kind, words from her writer’s fingertips fall effortlessly and fill pages. When she is fickle, everything stops. For the past few months, I think my muse was on Mars.
I read erotica daily. Most of the time I roll my eyes and move on or giggle at the euphemisms then move on with my day. I follow many author’s blogs and love to see new posts from my favorite writers. Charlton Tod crafts the blog “Forbidden Writings” and the latest post revved up my engines and pulled my muse back from space.
Mr. Tod poses a topic for writers on his blog that he calls #FantasySmutFriday. His latest post, Red and the Wolf, features a primal romp between a pair of hot lovers and the shenanigans that ensue. I clicked on the story while roaming the grocery store, and the guttural moan that emitted from my lips caused the gentleman in front of me to turn and grin. I narrowly avoided the call for a clean-up in aisle three by patting my wrists with some frozen peas. Hot chihuahua!
Read his hot bite here:
Primal play is my jam. There’s something about being hunted that fuels white-hot desire in my being. The fear mixed with anticipation provides the perfect chemistry for an explosive encounter. Mr. Tod paints a primal play scene for his readers that will make them squeeze their thighs together.
Mr. Tod inspired me to revisit one of my Little Red based characters, Katy Scarlett. I haven’t written in months, but this blog made me want to tap on the keyboard again. Katy is my Wolf. She hunts hairy beastly men to take from them exactly what she needs. The story I wrote isn’t as primal as the inspiration, but it just felt good to write again. Read both of our tales and let us know what you think.
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By Kitt Wolf
The morning light woke Katy with cozy warmth. She stretched her long bare legs as her eyes focused. Staring at her was a poster on the ceiling of a half-clad woman draped on a motorcycle. Nice. She glanced around the rest of the apartment and noted mismatched worn furniture, stacks of pizza boxes in the corner and a pair of muddy boots by the door. She cursed and realized that once again she did not end up in her own apartment after a night on the town. This was definitely a bachelor residence complete with black leather furniture and a huge ass flat screen TV filling the wall across from the bed. She tried to suppress a laugh, but the giggle escaped causing the sleeping mountain of a man beside her to stir. He threw a beefy arm over her bare midriff and pulled her closer. He was indeed her type with broad shoulders, calloused hands, and chiseled features. She was sure he was a trucker, construction worker, or firefighter of some sort.
“Hey you,” Katy murmured into his ear as she desperately tried to remember his name, “I need to get going.” The man stirred again and slid his hand up to her breast. Katy savored the zing she felt in her pussy as his rough hand connected to her pert nipple.
She squeezed her thighs together to quiet the beginning of yearning and momentarily allowed herself a small sigh of pleasure. Her gentle noise made him open his eyes, and he snuggled his thick dick against her bare bottom. Her body buzzed with wanting. She closed her eyes and sunk back into his embrace. Her first appointment was in the late afternoon, but she liked her one night stands fast and forgettable. She could barely remember meeting this man last night, but her body reminded her that she greatly enjoyed his touch.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered. Katy turned to kiss him but wrinkled her nose at the scent of his beer tainted morning breath. That got her moving. She gave him a quick peck and unwound herself from his body although the feel of a stirring cock was very tempting.
This part of the morning-after always jogged her memory of the previous evening’s events. It was like a treasure hunt. Katy thought for a moment about what was wearing last night. Her little red dress was easy to spot and she picked it up from the floor near the bathroom. She remembered that the reason that they ended up at his place was that she needed to pee and he lived above the bar. The three jumbo margaritas from the night before made her memory fuzzy, but the night was slowly coming back to her. She remembered his laugh. He had a rich and glorious laugh that filled Katy with warmth. She loved a good sense of humor and ending up in his bed was a good indication that she enjoyed the company of that man who watching her with hungry eyes. Their eyes met and he smiled.
She went back to work on searching for her stuff. Her stockings were draped over a ceiling fan that was spinning lazily in the living area. She vaguely remembered slingshotting them up there as they were rolling around on the couch to see if they could fly. She was such a dork.
“Ummm, do you know where my bra is?” Katy called to the man in bed. He grinned and gestured towards the refrigerator. She opened the fridge and noted that the gallon of milk was sporting her favorite red lacy bra. She knew that she probably thought that was very funny to dress the milk in the middle of foreplay, but now it just made her nipples harden as she hastily clasped the thoroughly chilled garment to her body.
The man on the bed burst out laughing. “That was definitely a new one for me,” he called, “You put on one hell of a puppet show.” Katy felt her face redden. She was extremely playful, but her partners often didn’t know what to do with her antics. She was so glad that he was laughing and suddenly remembered where she put her panties.
She opened the freezer and saw a peep of red. Luxurious silk and lace, frozen solid. Katy’s shoulders slumped. Yep. She was a super dork.
His lips were inches from her ear as he chuckled, “I told you that was a bad idea. You lost our game and the price was frozen underwear. We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. You ALWAYS did scissors so it was pretty easy to win. Please come back to bed?”
His arm reached around her to close the freezer door. Her body responded immediately with warmth and wetness. Her fingers gripped the counter tightly to prevent herself from sinking back against his chest and begging for his touch.
Katy loved men. She loved sex without connection or a relationship. She liked being free to do as she pleased and only went to bed with a man when she couldn’t satisfy herself alone. She was usually gone before her man-candy even woke up, but the latest conquest was difficult to leave.
He kissed her neck lightly and this made her sigh. The lure of his deliciousness broke her resolve and she allowed herself to be led towards the bed.
She dropped her things on the floor as his hands circled her waist to pull her on top of him. He grinned at her while tracing a finger over the lips. She nipped his thumb and he slid his hand under her hair to pull her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly. Katy recoiled.
“Gah! We need to brush our teeth! Your breath smells like an old sock! Come on,” Katy commanded. She sprang off her surprised lover and headed to the bathroom. She snagged some toothpaste from the sink and put it on her finger. She gargled and spat in his sink as his face appeared in the mirror behind her. She plucked his toothbrush from the cup and added toothpaste.
“Open.” His eyes widened but he complied and allowed her to brush his teeth. She liked men who could follow orders and perhaps this mystery man would be worth seeing again on a real date. She waited for him to spit and then sat on the bathroom counter. He eased himself between her legs and bent to kiss her.
Katy moaned as he deepened their kiss. She wiggled her hips until her body was balanced against his on the edge of the counter. He pulled back to look in her eyes for consent, and she nodded while wrapping her legs around his hips. She helped his cock ease into her pussy.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
“We’ll work on that,” Katy replied as she began to buck against his body.