Guns and Wolves

I so wanted to follow the “Promote” prompt this week but after completely revamping my Erotic Episodes project I lost everything. Not sure how it happened but so far I’ve not been able to get it back. When I log on I don’t even see the regular WP dashboard. I have nothing else to promote as I’ve been pretty much MIA most of this past year, so let’s share a dream.

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Off to a cabin for the weekend. One of my favorite places in the world, nestled away in the wild, wintery woods. During the hot summer months the place is packed with people, tourists and families, all converging at the lake for fun and frolic. You can’t walk ten feet without running into someone. It is a madness I do not like. But now, in the dead of winter, only the main road from the highway is plowed and most of the cabins are empty. Serenity. There are no tents dotting the tree line above the beach, no children screaming or hormonal teenagers sneaking away to make out or go skinny dipping under the stars. Winter had it’s own special magic. It offers a peacefulness that speaks to my soul. Civilization is left behind with only the sights and sounds of nature to keep us company.

When we arrive Allen is the first out of the truck. He takes his big duffle out of the back and heads to the cabin, turning around briefly before he unlocks the door and goes in. “Be sure to grab the shotgun, doll. You never know what creatures may be lurking about.”

As I stand there looking around, taking in the scenery and enjoying a moment of tranquility, I spot a couple of wolves near the edge of the property. I take the shotgun from behind the seat, close the door and wonder if there are more beyond the stand of birch trees behind them. That’s one thing about this time of year, the wildlife is truly wild. The drunken partiers are replaced by hungry wolves and bears, I’ve even seen an occasional moose.

“Come along, doll. We’re wasting daylight, it’ll be dark before long.”

We aren’t in Kansas anymore Toto, I think to myself as I take one last look around before joining Allen.

When I walk in he is on the far side of the bed unpacking his duffle and placing much of it’s contents on the long empty dresser, lining things up just so. There are several bundles of rope, two leather belts, the strap, and a multitude of clamps. It looks as though he brought every clamp, peg and pinchy thing we own.

“Get ready, doll.”

The tone of his voice tells me he means business. He will not accept hesitation. I quickly strip down and climb onto the bed, having to use the little step to get up it is so high.

“The leather first. I am going to make that pretty little ass of yours glow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I lay down on my stomach with one of the pillows under my hips. When I turn my head to the side I can see the wolves through the window. There are four now. As the sun dips behind the trees and the day begins it’s decent into night, the glow of their eyes becomes a menacing reminder of what wild beasts they really are. I wonder how many more will appear in the night and if they will continue closer.

The wolves howl and I join them as a belt takes its first bite…




5 thoughts on “Guns and Wolves

  1. I love that last line, it sent shivers straight down my spine!

  2. Me too, I love the last line… it makes me want to read on, about the wolves and the belt, and more…

    Rebel xox

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