Wild Fiction

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Rebecca held him tightly and mumbled something incoherent in his ear. He felt her nibble at his ear with her lips and his body gave a little shudder in a ticklish come erotic response. He dipped his knees and slid through Rebecca’s arms and with his head at stomach level picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He could feel the stud in her belly button dig into his shoulder bone as he carried her to his bedroom and laid her out on top of the fluffy white duvet. As he put her down she reached up and pulled him back towards her.
‘Please stay,’ Rebecca murmured. ‘Don’t leave me. Where am I? What happened?’
The author lay down next to her and she rolled onto her side and cuddled up to him. He turned his head towards hers and brushed his nose gently against hers. Then very softly he pressed his lips against her partly open mouth and kissed her full lips. She kissed him back and their mouths fused in a long tender embrace. The author quivered with excitement. Everything he was doing was wrong. The adrenaline that had been released and was now pumping through his veins made his whole body tremble. He moved his free hand to her waist and, pulling up her Tshirt, he slid his hand across her smooth silky skin and found her right breast. A bumpy sea of areola surrounded her rigid nipple as he rolled it in his fingertips.
A noise came from the kitchen followed by the sound of footsteps running up the stairs. The author pushed Rebecca away and sat bolt upright on the bed. Without knocking, Conrad and James burst into the bedroom. James was holding Miracle in his arms and Conrad had his hands clasped shut in front of him.
‘What?’ the author asked in a squeaky voice.
‘What happened?’ James responded. ‘We were outside and heard a crash and when we looked up Miracle was falling from the window. She’s all right though. She did the old twist-in-the-air cat manoeuvre thing and landed on all fours.’
‘And she had a ladybird on her head,’ Conrad added opening up his hands to show the author.
‘Forget the bloody ladybird,’ the author said. ‘I’ve no idea why I introduced it into the story. It’s a distraction and soon the readers will be expecting something significant to become of it.’
‘Okay,’ Conrad said and threw it on the floor. With a deft move of his foot and a small crunch, he crushed the little creature.
‘No,’ Rebecca shouted at Conrad. ‘Why did you do that? You could have just let it out the window. You cruel sadistic bastard.’

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