Chapter 10 of Recovery Efforts
CatarÃa wakes to find her feline companion on the phone with another woman and old worries begin to surface.
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Shared Experience
A wedding party joins the bride-and-groom-to-be for surprise excursion that ends up being more of a surprise than the attendees anticipated. This LGBT+ inclusive erotic vignette features anthropomorphic animal characters. I respect if that’s not your cup of tea. For those whose cup of tea it is—and those who don’t mind sipping from other than their usual fare—I thank you for visiting and reading. Feedback is welcome, indeed encouraged. A shiver ripples up your back, triggered by the growing murmur of voices in the lobby. It isn’t crowded, but the dark granite of the floor and walls picks up the voices and multiplies them into a pervasive drone. The slender figures of a tall cheetah and taller greyhound stand at the reception counter opposite the entrance. They kept details of tonight’s event quiet from all of you, and most of the invitees are abuzz with six months worth of accumulated …
Chapter 9 of Recovery Efforts
Alder and CatarÃa stroll the beach as she reveals some of her past trauma. Interrupted by crisis, Alder causes some concern by recklessly dashing into action. Sore and shaken, they return to their hotel room to shower and recuperate. (Recuperate both does and does not warrant finger quotes.)
Chapter 8 of Recovery Efforts
The hotel bar was agreeably quiet. A handful of solo drinkers occupied stools at the bar, while two couples and a group of five had staked claims to a few tables…
Chapter 7 of Recovery Efforts
Alder and Cat continue to grow closer but run into some turbulence.
Chapter 6 of Recovery Efforts
Cat’s Got Your Tongue Alder’s low whistle echoed off the walls of the expansive hotel room as he and Cat dropped their belongings next to the chest of drawers that occupied the wall closest to the door. An enormous window before them opened onto a balcony that overlooked a small stretch of coastline north of Sydney. Inside the room, a broad bed with a rich, dark brown comforter occupied about a third of the floor space, tucked back against one wall. The table, chairs, armoire, and chest of drawers all had simple, elegant lines. Mounted on the wall over the dresser was a wide television. The bathroom door stood open near the door to the corridor. Inside, they saw spotless white tiles leading to a walk-in shower and a tub that could have comfortably fit four people. Both of them shed their boots near the door and left them against …
Chapter 5 of Recovery Efforts
Alder woke to the head-splitting sound of the camp’s morning alarm. The crisp, clear chime pierced the tent fabric and his eardrums, lodging somewhere behind his sinuses. It stopped after thirty seconds, but the damage was done. He licked his lips. Morning whiskey breath and dehydration, bud? Aside from the headache and dry mouth, he was in head-to-toe pain. Nothing a few anti-inflammatories wouldn’t fail miserably to fix…
Chapter 4 of Recovery Efforts
Cat was standing outside her tent, faffing around with her phone, when Alder arrived. She smiled at him and tucked the device away in her hip pocket. An oil hurricane lamp burned in her tent—the electric lights were cut every night, an hour after curfew, to reduce the load on the generators and conserve fuel. It cast a quivering, yellow-orange glow through the door…
Chapter 3 of Recovery Efforts
It’s amazing how eight minutes under lukewarm water can make you feel like a new fucking person, Adler thought to himself as he toweled off in the makeshift shower tent…
Chapter 2 of Recovery Efforts
A clear chime sounded three times over the quiet city as the last faint glow of daylight gave up to darkness. Cat and Alder stood before the guard at the entrance to the search and rescue—or have they already changed the sign to say ‘recovery’? the puma wondered—camp, nothing more than fenced tent village that housed all of the relief workers and the military reservists who kept order during the cleanup. The guard, a stocky mutt with shaggy red fur and a grey muzzle that matched the accents in her poorly-fitted urban-ops fatigues, scowled at them and jerked her head in the direction of the gate…