Feral Emotions: Animal Magnetism

By Nicola Nichols

Maya is a successful woman in a job she hates, living a life that bores her. Her boyfriend suits her life, but not her passion. When she meets Erhart she learns the power of raw, feral emotions. He teaches her to accept her passions and project her animal magnetism. He opens her up to the joys of indulging her desires for hot and rough sex with more than one person.

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Maya slid behind the wheel of her BMW, enjoying the way the soft brown leather seats caressed the backs of her legs. She turned to see Dave get in beside her, squirming as he settled himself in and putting on his seat belt. The car made Dave uncomfortable. It was too much for him; it was the kind of car that another kind of person owned—a self-indulgent luxury. It didn't suit his role in the game of life... sedate.

And it was all those things, and Maya adored it in a sensual way. She enjoyed driving and it drove like a dream. Dave disliked driving in the city; he drove at an infuriatingly slow and steady pace and got frustrated with traffic. He drove to get somewhere, with no sense of joy in the journey. Maya savored the heady rush of being in control of a powerful machine, a beast of a car. It put her at the reins, controlling some wild animal.

Dave worked hard to keep any encounter with animal nature at arm's length. His attempts at being romantic were elegant and smooth and unimaginative. So their sex life remained a quiet, controlled romp that could be pleasant and even satisfying, in a tranquil way.

She sighed. Whatever troubled Dave, wore him down, left her with a dreary, watered-down version of the man she wanted. What was the point of putting your head down at work, playing the games, if winning gave you nothing more than a plush, comfortable and boring life?

The promoters had billed this performance as primitive and appealing to the primal instincts. That sounded hot, and she hoped it was true. The veneer of civilization grew thicker and more oppressive every year. The opposing sides in the struggle for political correctness and women asserting themselves seemed to have taken the starch out of men's peckers. Maybe it would light a fire in Dave. The tickets and time were a cheap enough gamble. At the least it could be interesting.

They had good seats in comfortable chairs, yet she sensed him squirming uncomfortably from the moment the lights went down and the back-lit stage began to fill with dancers and drummers in scanty costumes all moving with the rhythms pounded out on djembe.

The ensemble had a few wind instruments, but the music was largely rhythmic, which made sense, given the primal idea, given that it was a dance. For her part, the drumming made her want to get up and dance, to join the long-legged black women who took center stage, whirling and jumping as men, playing warriors, sat on the floor. When melodies rose from the singers or musicians, the sounds were alien to her ears. Not unpleasant, but, to use her favorite word, different. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dave take furtive glances at the program. She knew he wanted to make some sense of the cacophony of sound.

He wasn't alone. Around them the audience had divided into those who were fidgeting and those that seemed to be slipping into something of a trance that had them moving with the beat as much as they could without leaving their seats.

Maya moved with the music, unable to sit still, enjoying the way it connected with her body.

When the break came, she was dripping in sweat. As they stood, she looked at the man. He was with a tall brunette and she saw a sheen on his brow, a flush on her cheeks. Other faces in the audience seemed affected too, but many, including Dave, appeared calm and bored.

As they headed for the lobby a blond man who had been sitting next to Maya, came alongside them. The tall, dark woman held his hand and smiled.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463171400

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FERAL EMOTIONS:

Animal Magnetism

by

Nicola Nichols

Copyright 2015, Nicola Nichols

All Rights Reserved

Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com

Feral: an animal that has escaped from a domestic or captive status and is living as a wild animal.

A Domesticated Life

As Dave dressed, Maya saw him glance furtively at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His expression told her that whatever he saw upset him. The mirror was Maya's. She liked having it where she could check the way her clothes looked, see if things went together, hung correctly. For her, dressing was creating an illusion, the initial steps of assuming a character. As much as she disliked pretense, the game required it. And if she had to play a character, pretend to be someone she wasn't, she intended to do it well.

Not Dave. He understood the game, but would have been happier without a mirror sitting there, reminding him. It wasn't that he was a mess or ugly. He stayed in shape and while he was no glamor guy, he had a nice body. No, she understood that he saw a young guy just like dozens of others he knew, living and working in the world of high tech—interchangeable with hundreds, thousands of others just like him. Whatever vision he'd had of himself before getting into the captive world of offices and corporate expectations, he kept tightly wrapped. He couldn't even talk of his fantasies any more. He didn't mention the dreams and aspirations he'd overflowed with when they first met. Now he played safe—knowing he'd never have a life even close to that he imagined hurt too deeply.

He had chosen to play the game, but his best game sucked. That was all there was too it. Unfortunately, despite making a sincere effort, despite giving it his all, he wasn't any fucking good at it. His performance at work was steady, but uninspired, making him a good drone, but meaning management passed him over for better jobs. Once he would have rebelled, but going through the motions for so long had ground all optimism out of him along with his the joy of life. He hated it, yet he'd invested all he had in the game. The need to survive propelled him forward. He stayed steady, knowing that his department was trimming back. The whole company was trimming back, outsourcing a lot of work. He kept his record spotless, never taking a sick day, for he was one coder among many, and a target for cost-saving measures.

Yes, caution prevailed for a cog in the company machine who wanted to remain a cog. For life to continue along smoothly you needed to play by certain rules. She understood that. But playing by the rules, even the unwritten ones, bored her to tears. Such a steady life became a habit, and it made Dave boring. He'd gotten uncomfortable even talking small steps outside the ordinary.

Maya played the game well and achieved a certain amount of success. A reluctant success, a luscious success, but a success nonetheless. A slim redhead, she gained promotion after promotion in her public relations work without trying. Just the night before, over dinner, her boss had told Dave that he saw a brilliant future ahead of her. She knew he meant it.

Unlike Dave, Maya was passionate about her work—she despised it. She excelled at the role she played, but it never seemed to lead anywhere.