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GETTING KNOTTY

Dear Michaela,

There was this one time...

I was out clubbing with my girlfriends. Dancing, drinking, flirting with all the boys and snagging as many digits as possible. My back pocket was filled with matchbooks, receipts and other small pieces of paper with phone numbers and e-mail addresses. I was hot... so hot I had soaked through the denim of my Daisy Duke cut shorts, the ones that made my ass look the most fantastic and showcased my tail to its finest.

So I stepped out of the club, into the inevitable cloud of smoke scented with cloves, tobacco and greener herbs. I looked around for someone to continue the flirting with and spotted a sexy black wolf leaning against the wall. It was odd that he was standing outside, but didn't appear to be smoking anything at all... so I sidled past him, my tail swinging as seductively as possible.

He whistled, long and low, before addressing me. "Hey there, sexytail, my name is Wolf." I looked him up and down... and grinned.

"Your name is wolf? A wolf named wolf?"

He chuckled, a wicked, deep, growling sound.

"Not just Wolf: I'm Wolf W. Wolfe... never guess what the W is for, raccoon."

I measured him up and down with my gaze, my eyes drinking in the shape of his well-toned frame just as my nose was drinking up his rich musky scent and my ears drinking the warm musical tones of his voice like a cup of velvety dark hot chocolate.

"Wolfe?" I answered with a sly grin. "Or is that too â€"" I paused for effect. "â€" Obvious?"

He tipped his muzzle up and laughed, his ears brushing the wall behind him. "Exactly!" He beamed down at me, amused that I had taken his bait. "And you are?"

"Barbra Coon," I responded. "My friends called me Barb."

"A pleasure to meet you, Barb. Friends call me..."

"Wolf?" I asked, with a flirting emphasis on the F...

"Wuff, just Wuff," he answered. "I come here fairly regularly, I've never seen you here before. Is it your first time at the Bark & Howl?" he asked.

"Not really, I'm here with my posse of friends, we pick a new club three weeks out of each four. On the fourth week, we go back to one of our favorites. This one is new."

"How do you like it?" my new predatory friend inquired, as I watched his eyes roam across my body. I took a deep breath, which made my chest expand and my breasts rotate up towards him. To emphasize this effect, I reached up to the sky, stretching my arms upwards. "I like it well enough," I offered, as I closed my eyes to make my stretch as tall as possible.

"Really? I suppose that's why you're out here then? Because you just like it enough?" he asked calculatedly as his eyes fixated on the front of my shirt. I could feel his gaze on my breasts and my nipples hardened to peaks at the thought... "Well," I responded, "What I really want to drink isn't on the menu tonight."

His ears swiveled forward. "It's not? But it's one of the best-stocked bars in the city." Not once did his gaze leave the front of my shirt.

"No..." I responded. "What I really want is... Wolf Cock." I made a point of looking directly at the massive bulge in the front of his jeans as I said it.

"Do tell?" he asked. "You know, I might have some of that available for you, if you really want it."

I grinned and dragged my eyes back up to meet his. "I do want it," I murmured softly as I reached out a hand and grabbed his... "But the question is, what do you want?"

He took my hand and pulled me forward. In a swift move, he had placed my hand on the bulge and cupped my ass with the other hand. "Just looking for the same thing all us wolves are... a bit of tail!"

He leaned forward and gave me a forceful kiss, and then leaned in more to whisper into my ear. "There's a park around the corner; shall we go find a quiet corner to continue our conversation?"

Pinned in his arms, I just about became weak in my knees, and with a trembling voice I managed to whimper out a hoarse "Yes... Yes I want to."

With a quick gesture, he had his arm around me and we were suddenly walking towards the end of the block. With each step, I could feel the crotch of my jeans becoming wetter. My nipples grew harder as my breasts swelled with excitement.

We walked in silence around the corner and down the next block. Although the park was closed, he guided me to a bench away from the streetlights. He offered me a seat on the bench and then climbed onto the table top, and sat back with legs spread wide. "Did you want that drink?" he asked, while reaching down to arrange himself. The tip of his cock popped out of the waistband of his pants.

That three inches of red glistening wolf cock was mesmerizing. I closed my eyes, inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of musk, the scent of sex. And while my eyes were closed, I heard that sound â€" a zipper, slowly being unzipped. When I opened my eyes there it was in all of its glory. Hot, long, veiny, slick with moisture.

I licked my lips and went in for nice long slurp, my tongue starting at the fuzzy ring where his sheath opens, then snaking all the way up along the length to the very tip. I licked my way back down too, my tongue dancing along the surface, slipping and sliding from side to side as my lips formed their own ring around the shaft. When its entire length was in my muzzle, my lips met the ring of his sheath in a passionate kiss. I heard him groan... "Ohhhhh... Ohhhh... yeah..."

For me, the most exciting part of sucking wolf cock is that moment when you know you've really GOT him. You feel your mouth become stuffed as the cock swells with each sliding suck. The cock grows girthier, the knot at the base starts to swell.

I continued to bob my muzzle up and down. I felt his large hands grip the back of my head, and his hips start to thrust. He fucked my face, until his knot swelled, locking behind my teeth and lips, and then he let go with a loud groan..."YES!"

I swallowed hard, drinking him up, but I was overcome with the flood and it poured from my lips and dripped down my neck. I gulped until I felt the flow diminish. The pulsing relaxed and the knot began to shrink. My eyes were still closed, my mouth still stuffed, and he gently stroked my cheek. "That was good; that was... so so good," he said as his fingers rubbed my jaw. He knew he was a big boy, and it was a tender gesture.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "And that was exactly what I wanted!"

I got up from the bench and stepped away into the dark, satisfied with my first drink and ready to find another.

â€"BarbaRa Coon, Portsmouth, NH

(This is one of several letters that were published in "Michaela's Midnight Letters" issue 1. We accept anonymous short stories like this and you can see your work in print and get a free copy, as well as discounts on additional copies! Want to know more? Visit my website! ~~ Michaela)