A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including werewolf, witches, magic and historical. Taken from the Dark Desires anthology.
Contains my story, Animal Attraction.
As soon as I saw the sexy naked guy lying on the ground, I knew this was going to be no ordinary day.
I approached him with caution, just in case he lashed out. After all, who doesn’t feel at their most vulnerable whilst naked? Certainly in the woods, anyway. And I should know.
I touched him on the shoulder, which I couldn’t help but notice was broad and muscular. My eyes then just happened to glance lower and catch sight of his rather glorious bottom. Hell, if he hadn’t been in a foetal position, I’d have checked out his crown jewels, too. Come on, could you blame me, the guy was gorgeous!
And he was just waking up. Obviously having no idea where he was, he turned over, giving me a full-frontal view of aforementioned genitals. I averted my eyes, though not without a struggle.
The man’s eyes flicked open momentarily, then closed again. He obviously hadn’t been satisfied with what he saw the first time round. Which, looking up I could understand. I didn’t have trees or blue sky on the ceiling of my bedroom, either. Trying again, hot guy opened his eyes. Frowned. He started to sit up, then caught sight of me standing there and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, though, his brain must have caught on to the fact that he was naked.
Looking down, he immediately reacted by pulling his knees up to his chest, covering up his bits. Then he tried speaking again, “OK, what the fuck?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed, causing the poor guy to look even more out of sorts. Walking up to him, I said, “I’m sorry, I was expecting something a little more traditional to come out of your mouth, like ‘Where am I?’ or ‘What’s going on?’ You just took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m Rayne.”
I held out a hand. Pulling his legs in tighter, Mr. Naked reached up and shook my hand.
“I’m Claude. So, should I ask the more traditional questions now? What’s going on?”
“Well,” I said, removing my sweater from around my waist to hand to him, “I’m not exactly sure. I was just out running. This is my usual route home, but today you were lying starkers by the side of it! I’m as surprised as you are.”
By now he’d taken my sweater gratefully, though he now seemed to be struggling with the dilemma of what exactly to do with it.
“It’s fine, just tie it around. It’ll wash, it’s an old one anyway.”
Holding the garment gingerly over his crotch, Claude stood. His face flamed and he obviously didn’t know where to put himself. Suddenly remembering my manners, I turned my back, allowing him to sort himself out.
Seconds later, he said, “Um, OK. I’m kind of decent.”
Turning to face him again, I had to stifle a grin. As I said before, this guy was broad, so my little sweater didn’t cover much, just the most important bits. He’d tied the sweater on backwards, and I strongly suspected you’d be able to see his bottom in all its glory if you were behind him.
“Do you want to come back to my place and sort yourself out? It’s only a few minutes away and I’m sure I can dig out some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you.”
“Um, are you sure? I mean, thanks, but why are you helping me? I could be anyone. A serial killer, anything.”
“True. If you are a serial killer I have to give you points for your original way of snaring me. But to me you look like a seriously confused guy who needs help. And I’m the only one here. Come on, I’m a big girl, I can look after myself.”
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