Stomping Naked

Bonnie learned quickly that to be truly happy with a Satyr she needed to appreciate three things--wine, sex and nature. Fortunately, despite being a city girl, she loved all three. Even if she hadn't, a man like Clive could make just about anything enjoyable.

As a member of the Hearthside City Police Force, Clive wasn't able to spend as much time as he liked in the wilderness. When he had a rare weekend off and asked if she wanted to visit his father's vineyard, she not only agreed, but looked forward to the trip.

Like many Satyrs, Clive's family had been in the wine business for centuries. His father's vineyard stood on the edge of the Wicked Wild, bordering the realm of an Elfin clan.

As they neared his father's house, located on the vineyard, Bonnie gazed out the car window. The setting sun cast a golden glow on the rows of grapevines. To one side the river ran down from the mountains and to the other stood the dark forest.

"It's so beautiful here," Bonnie said.

"Yeah," Clive replied.

She turned to him and saw the smile on his lips. His even, white teeth gleamed against his dark goatee.

Clive was such a handsome Satyr--tall and sleekly muscled with a chiseled face and gorgeous, golden-tanned skin. Sexy horns poked through the dark, curly hair just above his temples.

"Glad to be home?" she asked, placing a hand to the back of his neck and massaging it.

Clive tilted his head from side to side and groaned with pleasure. "Damn that feels good. And to answer your question, home is wherever you are."