Hurt Me Daddy, for I Have Blogged

“I suppose you’re still a mundane, then.” “Are you trying to talk me into something, Juancarlo? Because I’m here working.” “I only wanted to say hello. Word had gotten around.” His voice lowered “I know Amanda.” “Well, I daren’t ask what she has to say about me. Not that it matters.” The sex with Juancarlo had been especially hot, but there were even more practical reasons anything other than a kiss was an awful idea with him. “Honey. You’re popular.” Lana remained skeptical and cold. “Do you want a reading? Are you here to bug me? Or is it something else? Because you know I’m not interested.” Unfortunately, her body language was starting to break down. The scent Juancarlo was wearing was enticing. Her ankles were shaking and her feet felt cold. Juancarlo smiled. “Would you like me to shut the door?” “I just can’t get away from you, can I? And no.” She began to lose her cool. “I’m not trying to tell you it wasn’t so bad. You have the right to think and ...

And the winds blew through Night Town, and she loosened her corset to get into the Town Car. “Please stop here,” she asked, after some time passed. Moist gravel crunched. Lana clutched her gargantuan golf umbrella and tightened the plastic wrap around her mask. “Yes. Here.” Lana handed the driver a crisp Benner and stepped out. *** The chateau was lit exquisitely. Ridged shimmering crystals. Large to small chandeliers cascading in each hall. Nance, the coordinator, led her to a room at the back of the second story. “This is mostly a B&B now,” she explained. “And event facility.” Lana nodded. “What should I expect tonight?” “You know the group that is running this, right?” “Correct.” Lana smiled. There was no need for further detail that sub Amanda and she had had a relationship. “And you know that you may encounter some well-known people tonight. But this is a private party. Please no photos.” “Of course.” “Personal climate control is ...

And she heard the soft flapping of crow’s wings, and the touch of fur to wake her. They were in a field. “Why here, Coyote?” “This is where you look for your food. Winter is almost here.” Her heart began to pound. “Girls like me don’t have initiation.” “Think of it as a game. An easy game. It is always a game with me.” “I know you are too clever for me, and will kill me, Coyote.” His forehead softened. “You are here for a reason.” She closed her eyes, and got down on all fours in the grass. Clods, pebbles, mounds. Maybe fire ants. No fear, anyhow. “Good girl.” Hours passed. Or perhaps minutes. Then she heard her call. Rattler. ‘Hello, Rattler.” “My child. Have you come to warm my scales with your hands?” “Yes, Mother Rattlesnake.” She knew what to do. The energy was powerful. Mother Rattler was warm and happy. Better Mother Rattlesnake than Papa Rattler. “What wish granted, little one, young one?” “Food.” “Food for you an...