Little Henna HairAuthor(s): R.W. Whitefield
(Available in epub, mobi, and pdf)
Publication Date: July 1, 2012
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Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Paranormal, Supernatural
Tags: dance club, m/f, Short Story, Strange Appetites, werewolf, Wicked Fairy Tales
Her scent’s stronger now, almost overwhelming. I run silent, swift, a grey shadow through the alleyways, following the twists and turns she takes. Little Henna Hair, didn’t your mother tell you to stay out of alleyways?
Ah, and there she is, a red blur atop a swirl of black leather and pale skin. I can’t help myself; I start panting. A little reflex left over from my human form.
The legs stop.
“Who’s there?” She glances over her shoulder, but I’ve slipped back into the shadows. All she’ll see are my eyes gleaming, if that. “Come on out.” She backs away, right into a brick wall. No more chase? Maybe she’s tired. “I mean it. Logan? Mel? Is that one of you, playing a joke?” I growl, just a little. Her head whips around. “Please.” I can smell her fear. Good enough.
I slink out of the shadows, into the moonlight. Full moon tonight. She backs away, green eyes widening.
“Oh. A doggie!” Doggie? Has the girl never seen a nature show? Does she think I’m some lost pup? I snarl, show my teeth.
“Come here,” she whispers. “Come here.” The fear’s gone, that tangy smell in my mouth. A strange little smile grows on her face. “My, what big teeth you have.”
I tense my legs and pounce on the girl, bowling her over onto the pavement. The vinyl purse flies out of her hand, and I have her pinned to the ground, my paws on her shoulders, breathing hot onto her face.
She’s laughing, laughing, the girl is laughing; why isn’t she scared that I’m going to tear her throat out?
An Anthology of Truly Bizarre Erotic Stories
Edited by Lon Sarver
Hunger is irrepressible. One can only ignore it for so long, and then the emptiness refuses to let go. The ache to be filled becomes a constant companion, with an opinion on every thing—and everyone—one sees. After that, hunger eclipses all other considerations. All other sensations dull, all other thoughts fade. There’s only the hungry, demanding flesh and its strange appetites.
Presented for your consumption are eleven tales of hunger and obsession. Here are jaded sexual adventurers, lost souls, frustrated dreamers, and a few who find themselves willing to pay any price to survive. There are monsters, as well, but they aren’t always the villains.
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An anthology of bedtime stories for adults!
Just what kind of happy goes into “happily ever after?” As children, it was enough that Pinocchio got to be a real boy and that Red wasn’t eaten by the wolf. As adults, we have a slightly different perspective. Being a real boy means having boy parts, and being eaten by someone big and bad doesn’t mean quite the same thing it once did.
Ever wonder what mermaids do with the swimmers they seduce? Or why a dragon might prefer a castle-guarded princess to a nice, easy field of sheep? What if your fairy godmother wasn’t circumspect in what wishes could be granted, or if that dainty little fairy had a much bigger appetite than one might guess?