Supple Wings

Supple Wings (excerpt)

…Sean leaned past me, barely brushing the front of my body as he reached for the corkscrew to my right.

His touch was light, less pressure than one might feel as passengers squeeze past to get off a bus, but it entered like a flame to kindling and ignited a pulse that echoed like invisible sonar mapping shelter, food, mate. Pheromones are tricky. Like light waves they can’t be seen but can burn through a person with the intensity of sun through a magnifying glass. You can’t see it coming, can only beg for mercy if mercy’s what you really want.

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Thank you to the editors of CleanSheets.com and Hot Flashes 2: more sexy little stories and poemsfor publishing this story on line and in print, respectively.

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