The tan cougar, the female cougar, the long, smooth, sleek, tan, female
cougar senses movement. She stops midstride on the steep, rocky cliff,
switches her long thick tail, and slaps it against the rocks of the
talus slope. She pricks her ears now for sound, sensing sound before she
hears it, sensing movement before she sees it, all her senses now on
alert. She plants her wide paws before her and looks down the canyon,
peers intently over the scene below her.
There.
Now she hears it.
In a sweet cool flash, in the wink of an eyelash she is off the jagged
talus slope and now sitting, perched on her haunches on a rock outcrop a
hundred feet above where she had been. Looking. Peering. Listening.
Staring. Sensing. Seeing.
Looking over the windswept desert plain below her, over the sagebrush
and the wheatgrass, over the busy mountain cottontails scurrying quick
in the last light of the afternoon sun, over the quarreling mountain
bluebirds arguing in arial circles around the juniper tree's nest.
Looking over the life of the desert. Over the beaming wildflowers, the
yellow prairie violet, spinning, the yellow starthistle, burning, the
yarrow, glowing in the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun. Over the
black-billed magpie, and the blue winged warbler, flitting from one bush
branch to the next, singing, tweeting, warbling. Over the yellow-pine
chipmunk, hurrying up the the trunk of the tree, over the red-tailed
hawk, coasting lazy circles in the air up above, high above, now
swooping down, zooming down now, plummeting down now to earth, snapping
the neck of the tiny terrified deer mouse with his beak, murdering the
mouse, clutching its prey, flying away, the cougar sees it all.
Peering, intent, eyes roaming the desert oasis below her, the cougar
looks over it all with sharp, keen eyes, looks out over the great blue
heron, standing stately and proud in the icy waters of the snowmelt
creek, over the snowy egret, standing on stilts in the shallow waters of
the desert lake's shore, over the black beaked trumpeter swan, floating
graceful, serene, on the desert lake's clear blue waters, so white, so
pure, the cougar sees it all.
She hears it all. She smells it all. Smells the desert evening primrose,
shimmering in the rock below the bitter-brush, smells the island of
quaking aspen on the ocean of sage, smells the tall green grass of the
creek-fed desert meadow, smells the orange globe mallow, and the
mariposa lily. Smells the purple sage, and the rosy everlasting, smells
the lance-leaf stonecrop, and the snapdragon skullcap, smells the
humans.
Smells the humans.
Now cougar hears the humans.
Hears their voices.
Cougar tenses.
Cougar crouches.
Cougar waits.

****

"Rose!!"
Oh that girl will just drive me crazy, is what I am thinking, standing
at the bottom of our stairs, yelling up at you. What the hell is she
doing up there, I am wondering, staring at my digital wristwatch.
Fifteen minutes, I can understand, even a half hour. But what in the
world could take her 45 minutes this morning, when she knows I want to
get out of town before traffic hits? What could she be doing now, that
she could not have done last night?
"Rose!!"
Well one thing I know she is doing is washing her hair with that shampoo
that costs about fifteen bucks a pop, for that tiny little bottle, and
then the conditioner, it costs almost as much, and I hate to think what
she is putting on her face, what the hell that costs.
"Rose!!"
It's a six hour drive over to the mountain, for chrissake. That's if we
don't get stuck in traffic in Blossom City, the other side of the pass.
We talked about that last night. Sometimes I think that when I talk to
you, half of it goes in one ear and out the other.
I mean, I spent a good amount of time last night packing the
Mountaineer, so that I would not have so much to do this morning.
Packing it by myself, because you had 'things to do'. Ok, I understand,
you want to do well in this job as art director for the Adart Agency,
but does it have to take ALL of your time, like all day long, and then
half the night, when normal people are watching ER or some other shit on
the tube, curled up on the couch, no, there you are, glued to your
computer screen, altering images, trying for the perfect effect, my god
you are relentless, girl.
And the Mountaineer, that is another sore subject. You won't let go of
that, will you? Look, you are the one who said maybe we needed an SUV,
and that maybe it would be nice if we took a trip to the desert
sometime, to 'get away from it all'. Well, we can't take your Honda
Accord over those dirt and gravel desert roads, and I certainly am not
taking my Buick Park Avenue, so what were you planning, baby, that maybe
we would ride our mountain bikes? Ha ha, look girl, I know you're in
good shape, but a 300 mile trip over a steep mountain pass, then across
a blazing hot desert?
Well, you should be in good shape. You are the one that went out and
bought that Elliptical crosstrainer from the Fitness Edge, and what was
the price tag on that, dearie? Try a little over two thousand bucks, so
give me a break on the Mercury Mountaineer. I got a good deal, yes, I am
telling you I saved close to five grand getting it from Charly, hell, we
have been playing golf together for ten years now. And listen, it was a
good idea to get the V8, we need the extra horsepower, babe, doesn't it
feel good to slam that pedal to the metal and power past some slow
moving RV when we are going UP the pass, not DOWN it? Don't tell me you
don't like it. Ok, so it does only get 17 miles to the gallon, and yes,
I had no idea the price of gas was going to go up like that.
"Rose!!"
And then there you were, at the top of the stairs, and when I looked up
at you I felt my cock go rigid in my jeans. Oh baby, if that was what
you needed, forty five minutes to come out looking like that, then by
all means. By all means, girl. You stood there, looking down at me, and
all I could see at first were your long tanned legs, and I could tell
you had just shaved them, and they seemed to glisten a little, you must
have applied some sort of oil to them (hate to think what that
costs---who cares), and I stood looking up at you and then following
your legs as they disappeared inside your shorts, your loose fitting
white shorts, so loose that I swear I could see up inside of them, I
could have sworn that I was looking, from the bottom of the stairs, up
inside of your shorts, and I could almost make out your pussy in there,
and I am thinking I bet she shaved her pussy, too, I bet she is not
wearing any panties, I bet her bald little pussy is right there .
"Rose."

You are so fucking beautiful, baby, that is why I married you. From the
first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one. And that
is why I spoil you, honey, and that is why I pamper you, baby, and put
up with you, girl, and I love you, Rose. And I can see you are wearing
the pearls that I got you for Christmas, the 17" freshwater cultured
pearl strand that retailed for over thirteen hundred, I got it for six,
they look so nice on you. And the bracelet, the gold and diamond studded
bracelet that they wanted thirty four hundred for, I got it for
seventeen, I love to dress my girl up.
"Rose."
As you move toward me down the stairs, I see that you left the light
blue sleeveless cotton blouse unbuttoned, and that you are wearing the
black lace push up bra that you picked up at Victoria's Secret, and that
yes, you have done your hair with your expensive shampoo, and yes, you
have let it dry completely, and that yes, it falls so softly over your
neck and shoulders, and yes, it swishes from side to side as you move,
swishing like a silk curtain, and your face is a curtain, and your eyes
are half veiled, and our eyes are together as you move in to me, I can
smell you now, smell your perfume, smell your bath oil, smell you. And
you reach then, you slide then, a hand inside your shorts, looking in my
eyes, smiling with your eyes, and you take that hand, and you take those
fingers, those very same fingers, that you have just plunged up your
cunt, those very same fingers, wet now with your thick sticky cunt
juice, you shove those fingers under my nose, you smear those wet
fingers over my mouth, and you whisper to me, so soft, very soft, you
whisper you're sorry you're late.
"Rose."
I am on you then, no preliminaries, girl, no playing nice, I am on you
then, so you want it, huh, I am on you then, ripping your shorts down to
your ankles, I am on you then, spinning you round on the stairs, I am on
you then, shoving your face to the stairs, I am on you then, fucking you
like a wild animal, I am on you then, shoving my dick in your cunt, I am
on you then, bucking you like a wild beast, I am on you then, sticking
my prick in your puss, I am on you then, slamming you like a fierce
savage, I am on you then, fucking you the way that you want it, fucking
you like a mad brute, fucking you the way that you love it, fucking you
HARD, slamming you HARD, jamming you HARD, and then cumming, gushing cum
up inside you, shooting my hot seed deep inside you, so much cum, so
much cum, dribbling down now down out of you, so much cum, sliding down
from your cunt, so much cum, such hot cum, my hot cum, babe you got it.
"Rose."
Turning now, sitting now on the stairs, you suck my big dick into your
mouth, you lick my dick, you slurp with your tongue all over my dick,
you slobber on my dick, you suck me clean, you lick me clean, you say
come on now baby, let's go, we're late.
Rose.

****

Cougar watches.
Waits.
Looks.
Looks past the jagged rock outcrop where she lies, furry belly pressed
hard against the brittle stone, past the talus slope below her, she
looks down canyon, peers down the crooked canyon, past the gurgling,
snow melt creek, she looks down the canyon, past the meadow oasis,
covered in lush green grass, ringed with quaking aspen, ringed with tall
cottonwoods, filled with twittering songbirds, filled with red-winged
blackbirds, fluttering about, the stellar's jay, fluttering about, the
meadowlark, in the heat, singing sweet, desert heat. Past the mountain
meadow, past the the bubbling mountain stream, past the aqua blue desert
lake to the plain, to the sagebrush steppe, to the windswept sagebrush
plain, dotted with golden nipple seed, dotted with the yellow flowers of
the low hawksbeard, past the pronghorn antelope, nuzzling and nibbling
on the low sparse grass of the plain, among the purple lupine, she peers
past the red breasted mergansers, and the green winged teals, winging
their way furiously across the plain, toward the blue water, sending
their plaintive duck calls across the wide desert, the hot, wide, high
desert, flapping their wings fiercely, gliding in toward the lake,
lighting now on the cool clear water, cougar looks past it, cougar is
past it all, cougar is listening.
Cougar hears the low, sad call of the sad mourning dove, so lonely, so
sad, too bad. Cougar hears the knock knock knock of the red tufted
pileated woodpecker, hears the hoo hoo hoo of the long eared owl, dusk
is coming, dark is near, listen, hear. Cougar hears the roar of wings as
a white banded, crimson breasted, ring necked pheasant explodes from
tall grass by the green meadow's edge, pheasant taking flight suddenly,
without warning, strong wings, strong flight, she watches intently as
the colorful pheasant glides then noiselessly, glides then silently, 30,
50, 60, 70 yards and more across the lush green meadow, to disappear in
a thicket of brush.
Away from the humans.
Cougar eyes the humans, sees them still sitting, still perched on the
fallen log by the edge of the creek, still talking, still babbling,
below her, at the base of the cliff. Cougar looks at humans, sends her
long pink tongue out from her mouth, runs her long pink tongue over the
front of her mouth. Cougar licks her lips. Cougar moves, now, from off
her rock outcrop, moves now, carefully, silently, down the talus slope,
cougar keeps her eyes on the humans, on the man and the woman, cougar
eyes them, cougar moves now, moves on toward them.
Watching.

****

Rose you haven't been listening to a word I've said, I can tell, you
have got that far off look in your eyes, you aren't even looking at me,
you haven't looked at me since that bird flew up from the tall grass
over there, what is it with you and these birds? I mean, okay, it is
pretty, and it did look kind of neat, gliding probably the length of a
football field across the meadow, but come on, do you really plan to
spend the rest of the afternoon here, waiting for some damn bird to make
its next move. I mean hell, Rose, if I had known this is what it was
going to be like, we could have just stayed home. You do a great job of
ignoring me at home, girl, working on your never-ending projects for
Adart---I can see this shit on the Discovery channel, baby. We could
have just sat in the living room, me watching the Discovery channel, you
fucking around with image altering software, and saved a ton of money. I
don't have to drive six hours to be ignored.
I mean, it did not start out like this. It started out great, first with
us humping like teenagers of the hallway stairs, god how long has it
been since we did that? Since the first year we were in that house, I
think, remember, when we decided to fuck on every square foot of the
house? Our dream house. Oh honey, you did not ignore me back then. Oh
you were good.
You still are, when you want to be. You really surprised me, babe, on
the drive over the pass (now do you see why I wanted the V8 in the
Mountaineer?), when you reached over and started running your hand up
and down the inside of my thigh, I thought you were just being
affectionate, then all of a sudden you had the buttons on my 501's
popped, pulling my cock out. Honey, you have not done anything like that
since before we were married. Oh god, do you remember that night we were
driving to the coast, and you went down on me while I was driving, you
sucked my dick all the way over the coast range, Rose, and when we got
near Ocean City that cop pulled me over, ha ha, do you remember that? He
said I was weaving and swerving all over the road, and asked if I had
had anything to drink that night? Oh we used to have so much fun,
babe---

We had fun coming over here, too. Good thing the Mountaineer sits up a
little higher than most cars---I tilted the steering wheel up as soon as
you sprang my cock, I knew what my girl wanted. I could barely keep my
eyes on the road, your mouth felt so damn good on my cock, we were lucky
we were in the desert, I don't think I could have kept it on the road, I
don't know how I did it that night, crossing the coast range, with all
those twists and turns in the road. And speaking of twists and turns, I
wonder if you realize just how wonderful it feels when you twist and
turn your tongue over my cock, babe, when you swirl your tongue over the
head of my cock, and slide your tongue up and down the length of it,
twisting and turning your tongue and your lips over me, and you would
not let up, Rose, which is one reason I love you so much, you are hungry
for it, you sucked my dick for over an hour, girl, crossing the desert,
your head bobbing up and down in my lap, it was kind of like heaven,
honey, listening to cool jazz on the stereo, you sucking on me while I
drove, Coltrane blasting away on the sax, you whispering how you loved
to suck my thick dick, Miles Davis blaring on the trumpet, you gagging
as I forced your head down on my cock, Thelonious Monk tinkling madly on
the piano, you running your lips and your tongue up and down my hard
shaft, for such a long time, Rose, you sucked me so long, I put the
Mountaineer on cruise control, slid down in my gray leather seat and
spread my legs wider, trying to keep my eyes on the road, feeling you
tug my jeans down more, feeling your hands on my balls, feeling you pull
my balls out, still sucking my cock, still bobbing your pretty little
head up and down in my lap, pumping my cock, squeezing my balls until
finally I could hold out no more, until finally I came, I shot cum up
into your mouth, a big fucking gusher, wasn't it, Rose, so much it slid
out of your mouth, trickled back down my cock, hot white cum dribbling
down my long dick, dribbling over my balls, and you licked on my dick,
and you sucked on my balls, and you swallowed my cum, moved your lips to
my ear, whispered 'I love your hot cum. I love to eat your hot sperm.
Now make me some more. I want some more hot white sperm.'
And that is why we spent last night in a motel.
And I made some more for you, didn't I, honey?
So stop ignoring me now, Rose.
Or I will show you what it is like to be jumped on in the desert.
And fucked like a wild, savage animal.
Quit looking at the damn birds.
Rose?

****

Cougar pauses, peers, prowls, closer now, peers at the humans now, long,
lean, tan cougar slinking smoothly now, crouched low with the sagebrush
now, no higher than the sagebrush now, moving slowly through clumps of
sagebrush now, over the purple sage, now, over the white flowers of the
syringa, now, over the sagebrush buttercup, now, scaring yellow pine
chipmunks away now, scaring blacktailed jackrabbits off now, watching
the northern goshawk glide away, now, watching the circling Cooper's
hawk circle away, now, moving toward the humans now, hard eyes fastened
on the humans now, keen ears listening hard, now.
Hearing the yelp of the wild red coyote, close in the canyon, in the
shade. Hearing the calling and cackling of the gaggle of geese,
sauntering a grain field in late day. Hearing the cluck of the chukar,
and the ring-necked pheasant, hearing the flapping of wings of the
mallards, and gadwalls, and cinnamon teal ducks, all winging fierce now,
now in late day, through the thin and the pure and the high desert air.
Hearing the humans mate.
Cougar freezes. Watches. Licks her lips.
Humans now mating.
Cougar peers.
Humans fucking.
Humans naked now, human woman face down on log now, face down on wide,
thick, old growth pine log, legs splayed over log now, woman shrieking
now, woman screaming now, man grunting now, man moving against woman's
backside, man growling now, man slamming her from behind, woman crying
out now, man roaring now, woman bawling now, man shouting now, woman
screaming 'Fuck me HARD, baby', man hissing 'Fucking you HARD, Rose',
woman moaning 'Screw me rough, baby', man seething 'Screwing you rough
now some more', woman screeching 'Slam fuck my hot cunt, baby', man
hissing 'Now I want your tight ass, woman, want to screw your snug ass,
honey, let me in your puny ass, lover, let me fuck you in the butt,
baby, let me butt fuck you now', woman crying, woman sobbing, woman
reaching behind to spread her ass cheeks wide, 'Then fuck me in the
butt, baby, please screw my tight ass, honey, screw my tight little ass
till I'm sore'.

****

Rose?
Oh hey, gee, hate to bother you, but remember me? I know you are all
absorbed with all this wildlife, but I can't help but think you might
find some wildlife right here, honey, if you really want some wildlife
why don't you try right here, honey, if it's a walk on the wild side you
need, look at me, baby, come to me, woman, come close to me, Rose, let
me slip my hands up inside of your blouse, can you feel me, honey, now
isn't that wild, feel my hands on your tits, I'm wild too, baby, feel me
pinch your little tits, press against me, woman, get wild with me,
honey, your wild man's right here, lover.
Pulling you toward me, finding your mouth, shoving my tongue through
your lips, forcing my tongue in your mouth, shoving my tongue in your
throat, tongue-fucking my woman, here's a wild tongue for you, here's a
hot tongue for you, suck my thick, fat, wet tongue, ripping your blouse
now, tearing your flimsy fucking blouse off your chest, stripping you,
girl, stripping you naked, girl, tearing your blouse with a sickening
loud rip, putting my mouth on your neck, my wet mouth on your neck,
sucking hard on your neck, the wild one's right here, child, the wild
thing has got you, child, biting your soft neck till you scream out in
pain, forcing you onto your back on the log, pinning your tiny wrists
over your head, struggle now girl, struggle against me, Rose, mouthing
your titties, sucking hard on your titties, licking and sucking and
biting down hard on your titties, your wild one's right here, child,
your wild one is biting down on your titties, child, your wild one has
his hand on your pussy, child, your wild one has you pinned to the log,
child, your wild one is now going to fuck you, child, fuck you hard,
child, fuck you long, child, fuck you rough, child, your wild one is
shoving his fingers up your pussy, child, finger-fucking your pussy,
child, isn't that wild, Rose, try to get away, Rose, just try and get
up, Rose, you are now at my mercy, Rose, the photo ops are over, baby,
put your camera away, baby, spread your little legs wide, baby, your
wild man wants his bitch, Rose, I want my wild bitch, Rose, it's time to
screw my wild bitch.

Cougars may be found across all of the American West, but not this
particular one. This one was born less than 30 miles from where she now
sat, hunched low, unseen, below the sagebrush, watching the human couple
mate. This one was born in a cave, as the first light of morning
filtered in from the doorway. It had been cold in that cave, that
morning, halfway up Sutter's Gorge, tucked in the cool shade behind that
grove of Ponderosa Pine. It was cold because it was in fact early May at
that time, and snow had fallen in the high country only the night
before, a light dusting of spring snow lay sprinkled over the bed of the
canyon below the cave's door. But her mother was warm, and her mother
was large, and her mother licked her to life when she spilled out from
her mother's womb, and her mother nursed her, and fed her, and stayed
with her, and was with her, just as she had been with her for the three
months that she had carried her in her womb, she was with her and cared
then for her cuddly, spotted little cub.
Her mother had been much larger than she turned out, her mother had
stood nearly three feet high at the shoulder, with a tail even longer,
weighing over two hundred pounds. This cougar was much shorter, and
lighter, and while her mother had been grayish, this one was tan, with a
touch of dark brown at the tips of her ears, and a solid four inches of
dark brown coloring at the tip of her tail.
This one flicked that long tail now against the ground, showing her
impatience, watching the human couple, listening to their moans,
watching them fuck. Darkness was coming, that bright yellow sun was
headed for the rim of the canyon. Once it slipped over the edge of the
rim rock canyon the life of the desert would change, the night life of
the desert would come out, the night owls and rabbits, and rodents and
beasts, the prowling nocturnals would emerge. Nocturnals like the cougar
herself, who prowled mainly at night, and nocturnals like the deer.
The human couple could hardly know it, but they were in fact occupying
one of the cougar's favorite hunting spots. The high banks of the snow
melt creek gave way to a small sand spit just past where the couple had
chosen to mate. It was at this low spot by the water that the animals
liked to come to drink in the night, wild, thirsty animals like the
young, mid-sized deer that had met its death only three nights ago, in
the dark. While the deer had its head lowered, drinking from the creek
the cougar had pounced, plunging its long, sharp teeth into the long,
lean neck of the mule deer, and the cougar had twisted her head
immediately, knowing that she had struck deep in the neck right away,
the cougar tore the flesh from the deer's neck brutally, she severed the
deer's jugular vein savagely, thick red blood spurted furiously from the
deer's neck, spraying the cougar's livid face scarlet red.
A good, quick, clean kill.
The cougar then drug the deer's carcass up canyon, pulling it by its
broken neck, her powerful jaws clamped tight around the dead, still warm
flesh. She cached the deer's meat near her den in the cliffs. She fed
the deer's meat to her own little cubs, then, to her own cute and
cuddly, spotted little cubs. To her hungry little cubs.
The cougar had hoped to find another deer on this night, by this spot.
Instead she found humans.
Cougar listened to the humans mating.
Cougar waited.
Cougar watched.

****

Rose, girl, I love how you feel, honey, I love how you smell, baby, I
love how you moan, Rose, I love how you groan, Rose, I am in you so
deep, baby, you can take me so deep, honey, suck me in you so deep,
baby, suck me into your cunt.
My bold tongue touching your cheek, licking your cheek, your rosy red
cheek, I am tasting your cheek, and now yes your chin, my hard virile
tongue, my vigorous tongue, now lapping your chin, your frail chin, your
delicate chin, my mouth on your chin, sucking hard on your chin, biting
hard on your chin, fucking hard on my lover, on my frail, delicate
lover, making love to my lover, with my mouth and my cock, with my lips
and my teeth, with fingers and hands, sink my meat in my lover, cram it
in, ram it in.
In the desert, in the evening, take my loving, leave me screaming,
screaming for your touch, your taste, screaming for your smile, for your
tender, warm embrace. In the desert, in falling darkness, beneath the
moon, in twinkling starlight, accept my love, my tender kisses, embrace
me, Rose, with soft caresses. Caress my arms, they firmly hold you,
caress my mouth, my hot tongue scalds you. Caress my shoulders, tawny
and broad, caress my ass, lean and hard. Move with me, baby, as I poke
and I probe you, screw with me honey, as I pump and I pound you. Kiss
me, sweet Rose, slip your tongue in my mouth, dear, kiss me, sweet Rose,
drink my spit, lick my gums, crave my cum, no Rose don't fear---I will
cum in your mouth, and your ass and your cunt, I will cum on your face,
and your tits, all you want, all the hot white cum sliding over your
face, all the sticky, gooey cum, you will savor the taste. My Rose loves
my hot cum, oh I know it so well, so I plunge my dick in, and smile as
you yell.

The sleek snake slid smoothly through the thick meadow grass. Slowly,
silently, the snake slithered and sliced its way through the green
meadow, much like the gurgling, bubbling creek sliced its way through
the dry, brown, desert floor. Dark, not quite black, but a deep, rich,
chocolaty brown, speckled with bright yellow blotches, ringed in white,
the long, thick king snake presented a dazzling image to all who laid
eyes on it. And all who laid eyes on it, who had even the smallest of
brains in their tiny little skulls, moved out of its way. Gray, bushy
tailed ground squirrels, seeing it approach, got out of its way,
chattering yellow pine chipmunks, seeing it approach, moved out of its
way, crimson breasted, white banded, ring necked pheasants, seeing it
approach, flew out of its way.
The king snake itself could see little, in this light, at this time of
day, nocturnal as it was. Like the cougar, the king snake had the
vertical pupils of the beasts of night, slits of pupils that only opened
fully in the pitch black darkness of night, like a tomcat's. Yet, though
still light out, all wise creatures, seeing it approach, moved away from
the king snake. Because often those who did not move, soon met their
death in the desert.
Including other snakes.
This was the land of the rattler. Rattlesnakes, quick, sharp toothed,
venomous, owned the dry desert floor, lived in the heat baked rocks of
the desert, fed on much the same faire as the king snake. And yet the
diamond backed rattler, vicious and dangerous as as it was to all
others, bowed before the king snake, knowing that the king snake was
immune to its venom, was safe from its poisonous bite, knowing that it
could strike the king snake, slow moving as the average thick bodied, 4
foot long king snake was, strike it as quickly and as forcefully as it
would, sink its long, curved, razor sharp teeth into the king snake as
deeply and viciously as it might, and that the king snake would then
simply clutch the rattler, immune to the venom, and clench the rattler,
wrapping its long thick body around the diamondback, and constrict it,
and squeeze it, and kill it, because the king snake was a killer, and
the king snake killed by constriction.
Cougar watched.
Cougar waited.
Cougar watched the king snake move slowly through a dry brown patch of
the meadow. In the grass, the king snake was hidden, in the tall green
meadow grass the king snake could glide, and slide, and slither in
secret. But once in the open, the cougar saw. The cougar saw all. The
cougar heard all. And the cougar had seen these king snakes before, but
rarely. Cougar knew that it was uncommon to see king snake here. And yet
here it was.
The king snake had come from its home in the rocks, seeing little
through its lidless eyes, sensing only temperature changes, able to move
quickly toward sources of heat, able to pick up the heat from a
creature, and move on that creature, and snatch its prey, had crawled
across the sagebrush floor, through the blue bunch wheatgrass, towards
the meadow, past the firecracker penstemon, past the scarlet Indian
paintbrush, toward the meadow, toward the rodents, toward the deer mice,
now running from its path, toward the golden-mantled squirrels, now
scurrying from its path, past the purple, narrow-leafed phacelia, toward
the meadow, past the purple sage and desert evening primrose, in the
meadow, through the tall steppe bluegrass, in the meadow, under the
quaking aspen, in the meadow, under the pussy willows, in the meadow,
toward the creek.
Cougar watched.
Watched the king snake crawl.
Toward the humans.
Toward the creek.
Toward the humans by the creek.

(Rose, girl, my eager one, my ecstatic one, Rose, lover, my feisty one,
my fiery one, all the luring, all the baiting, all the urging, all the
craving, came to its zenith, burst to its climax, on the log by the
creek, on the high desert floor, you clawed my bare back, I bit your
bare neck, we shook in orgasm, yes we did, orgasming, in the still, cool
shade, by the swift, blue creek. Your smooth, naked legs around my lean,
naked waist, orgasms, my cock in your meat, your slick wet cunt meat,
orgasms, your delicious scent, orgasms, you grinding on my cock,
whimpering in orgasm, me licking on your ear, gnawing your ear lobe, in
orgasm, coating my dick with your cum, with your thick, pussy juice cum,
your orgasm, you trembling as I empty my cock and my balls, my thick,
heavy balls, in orgasm, in you, in orgasm, deep inside you, orgasm, the
head of my dick pushed against your cervix, spewing hot sperm against
your cervix, gushing hot cum against your cervix, giving you my orgasm,
filling you with orgasm, feeling your orgasm, fucking your orgasm,
feeling you shake in orgasm, hearing you scream, orgasms, fucking you
while you orgasm, sticking my dick in your orgasm, burning your cunt
while you orgasm, pumping you pussy while you orgasm, sticking my prick
in your orgasm, slam fucking right into your orgasm, slam ramming deep
into your orgasm, lost in time in your orgasm, all time has stood still
for our orgasms, washed now in cum, we cling now in love, my lover, my
wife, who I love with my life, how I love my lovely and sweet Desert
Rose.)

We collapse, then, the two of us. We are spent, exhausted, it has been a
long, hot day, of hiking in the brutal sun, you watching birds, me
watching you, you the only bird I want, and now my bird sleeps, my
Desert Rose slumbers, lying on her back on the wide, old growth log.
Just a minute, baby, you mumble, just a minute, honey, you murmur, eyes
closed. And I do, I give you some minutes to recover. I need water,
anyway. I am parched, my skin is so tight and dry from the sun, but not
only the sun, from the air, the air is so dry out here, drying my skin,
drying the sweat on my skin. I kiss the tip of your pert nose and turn
then towards the creek, still wearing hiking boots, of course, but
nothing else, soft fat cock swinging as I walk, rubbing my hands over my
face, my dry, parched face, good god it is is dry out here.
Hello.
I see it, then.
It sees me.
It is a full grown, brown, floppy eared mule deer, a doe, with a little
white butt, and she stands not fifty yards away, up the creek, on a wide
sand spit that leads down by the water. We stare at each other. Oh I
wish that you could see this, Rose, I am thinking. But tall brush
separates our trysting log from the creek. The doe does not flinch, but
she does not bolt, either. And so I continue to the creek, and lie on my
belly by the creek. I will not drink water from the creek this low in
the canyon. Up the mountain, yes, closer to its source, yes, but not
here. Not without boiling. But it is my blood that is boiling now, and
my skin that is boiling now, and I cup the ice cold water in my hands,
water so cold, so fresh from the frigid glacier where it is born that it
actually hurts my hands, my fingers actually ache if I let them linger
in the creek, so I take handfuls of the clear moutain water and rub them
over my face, and over my neck, and splash icy cold glacier water over
the back of my head, and turn to look at my doe once again.
She is gone.
Oh well.
I stand then, refreshed, feeling much better, and head back to my Desert
Rose. It is time to move on.
Darkness is coming.

I hear your whimper, I hear your startled cry as I round the corner of
the brush, returning from the creek, I move quickly, then, round the
corner quickly, then, to see the biggest, thickest, longest, ugliest
snake I have ever seen in my life sliding over my wife, crawling over
you, Rose, slithering over you, baby, as you lay on the log, totally
nude, the snake was on you, honey, sliding its filthy skin over you,
baby, oh my god, is what I thought, oh God in heaven, please help us
now.
Our eyes met, locked, you with your head to one side, trembling, arched
away from the huge snake crawling on you, your eyes crying to me, vivid,
clear fear in your eyes, panic, terror, you are repulsed by the long,
thick, filthy snake that has wrapped itself around you, in your sleep,
what were you thinking, Rose, were you dreaming, girl, did you think
that was me, sliding my hand up your ankle as your foot hung from the
log to the ground, how could this happen, what happened, baby?
The snake, dark, with brilliant splotches of bright yellow, with pure
white bands ringing its tail, was wrapped around your leg, baby, good
god how long was that thing, so thick, and the thick snake was there
between your legs, the ugly, evil snake was sliding up over your pussy,
oh good god no, no, moving over your pussy, no, dragging its thick
snakeskin scales over your soft pussy, is that what woke you, baby, did
you rouse from your light nap to look down and see that, that fucking
monster, to see that long, thick, dark, ugly monstrous snake sliding
over your cunt, did you think that was me, baby, did you think those
were my hands on your cunt?
Your eyes plead with me, you are revolted by this hideous creature,
please help me, you moan with your fluttering eyes as the thick, strong
snake embraces your soft, pale body, your eyes flutter again, and
quiver, your little mouth quivers, and shivers as the disgusting,
wretched snake caresses you, as it clasps you beneath it, as it wraps
tighter around your thin ankle, as it squeezes tighter around your lean
leg, your striking, graphic eyes show only horror, and dread, as the
loathsome, vulgar snake slides up over your pussy, slithers up over your
belly, thick snakeskin scales moving over your tender breasts, a weak,
frail, puny, feeble cry escaping your lips, as the long, thick, vile and
sordid snake wraps itself around your throat, your are truly terrified
now, you beg me to help you, but what can I do, as the thick ugly snake
increases the tension on you, as he strains against you, wraps his long,
loathsome form more tightly about you, squeezes hard on your leg,
presses hard on your pussy, tightens his hold on your throat, squeezing,
choking, the filthy, evil snake, the long, thick, brutally strong king
snake, the killer snake, growing rigid now, constricting now, now he
contricts, now the king snake is killing, constricting, you can't
breathe, no air, your eyes bulge, no air, king snake a killer, killing
you, Rose, king snake now killing, constricting, killing my wife----

In a flash.
That is how fast it happened.
As though time were unreal, and this scene were unreal, and anything was
possible, and anything could happen.
And it did.
A huge mountain lion suddenly appeared out of nowhere, materialized out
of thin air, out of thin desert air it came in a blur of motion, so
fast, so quick, out of nowhere it came bounding straight for my Rose,
where she lay pinned by the snake, oh good god is what I thought, no god
now not this, the sleek, slick feline was a blurred streak of brown
motion, and as it neared you, as it neared where you lay on the log,
pinned by the snake it bounded right at you and roared, and when the
mountain lion roared, I roared, I screamed, I screamed a blood curdling,
bone chilling scream, and when I screamed you screamed, you saw the lion
now, saw it flying right towards you, you screamed, and the wild, still
desert that moment was an echo of screams and roars, echoing out across
the wide desert floor.
The mountain lion left the ground some ten yards before reaching you,
sprang from its powerful haunches and sailed completed over you, past
you, not touching you, leaping over you, through the brush, the mountain
lion bounded through a small opening in the brush and I watched, with
saucers for eyes, as the lion bounded, and wrestled, and sank its fangs
into the deer by the creek.
That same beautiful deer.
The deer squealed as it felt its life being ripped from it, the deer
gave up one long last shrill cry to the still desert sky as the ravenous
mountain lion placed its big paws on the deer's head and snapped the
deer's neck right in two. The lion growled as it shoved its face and
mouth and jaws into the gaping wound on the dead deer's neck. The
mountain lion then looked up to the sky, licking its lips, licking the
fresh, warm blood from its lips. Then the lion turned its head back my
way.
The lion looked me right in the eyes.
My heart pounded in my chest like an out of control jackhammer.
Please, God, no, I prayed.
Then you were in my arms.
My Rose.
"Where is the snake," I asked, thoroughly confused now.
"It's gone," you mutter, your voice cracking, your body shaking as you
clutch me. "It just left," you whisper.
And you were right. I looked over the area near the log carefully. No
snake.
I looked back to the creek. Now the moutain lion was gone. The dead deer
was gone. Had it all been a dream?
No. Not a dream. I grabbed our clothes quickly, then, and with my arm
over your shoulder, guided you back to the car. We were quiet. By the
time we reached the Mercury Mountaineer, it was completely dark. We
dressed quickly, in the dark, and within minutes were speeding down the
blacktop in our SUV, with V8 power, with gray leather seats, and custom
CD player.
And as we drove, thousands upon thousands of wild, flying bugs
splattered our windshield, hitting like raindrops in the night. And as
we drove the night beasts of the desert outside us now opened their
eyes, called to each other in the dark. And as we hurried towards home,
over the well paved highway, in the desert outside us, the night life of
the desert rose.

The End