FICTION: Five Quadrupeds and a Biped by Rhoda Greaves -
‘Not tonight, Ian.’ ‘You’re bleeding, I know you are.’ Ian could smell her. Wanted her. He leant over and pulled back the bed covers to expose her bare shoulder. He touched it. Licked her ear. He’d had to learn how to do it gently. This was what she liked. He pressed up against her back.Continue reading