The Mating Game

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Story is marked as mature.

I stalked through the halls looking for a victim. I didn't know what I was going to do but I was going to do something. Need had pushed me out of room and need was my guide. I was keyed up and full of energy. Jittery. A breeze brushed up the length of my body, up the bare skin of my thighs, across my belly, over my breasts, tightening skin there. It continued to my neck and lifted my hair away like a lover. Those cold fingers were welcome but they did nothing but inflame me further. Shivering, I closed my eyes. The tide was rising inside me, building a pressure that I could never hold back. It was too late. Unleashed, I sought release.

I had no scent to guide me but I was on the hunt. Running now, I no longer cared if they heard me coming. My skin burned hot. Sweat spread like dew in a draping ribbon, shoulder to shoulder, across my chest. Senses ablaze, I could taste its salty tang in the air, feel my heart beat in my neck.

Falling forward onto all fours like an animal, I lifted my head and howled my need.


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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

Dark and visceral. I kinda love this. I want to know more about this character, where they came from, what happened to change them, and what they'll do next.

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