Author S. K. Nicholas

As Meeko sings, the dog barks his reply, and the two of them begin their strange duet from the other side of the bathroom door. I can only imagine what they look like together. In my mind, I picture Elton John and Kiki Dee in the music video for Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. It’s Read more

“Who’s a smelly boy?” she asks. The dog lets out a small bark and licks her nose in reply. “You’ve got manky fish on you now,” I say while sitting myself down at my desk. “Doesn’t matter,” she says, “I’ll wash myself after I wash him.” Swigging my beer, I bring my feet up and Read more

Moving towards me, she plants her feet upon the floorboards with a shake of her hips, causing the tips of my fingers to itch out of excitement. The sweat that drips down her legs shows no sign of stopping; it flows between each one of her toes, leaving prints on the unvarnished wood that disappear Read more

Climbing the stairs with the dog clutched against my belly, I pant and heave while the beer sweats out of me with a vengeance. It’s not far, yet in these conditions—in my condition—it might as well be to the moon. Licking my hand, the dog grins at me as the blood from his paws drips Read more

Carrying him like a babe in arms, he licks my chin, and the stench of manky fish on his breath is only made bearable by the stink of beer. Still, he seems happy enough, and even though his tail is pressed firmly against my hands, I feel him excitedly trying to wag it as I Read more

“Leave my heart out of it,” she says, “you’re not bringing him up. I won’t allow it.” Looking down at the dog who in turn looks at me, I notice there’s blood on his front paws. Kneeling by his side again, I take his right one in my hand and inspect it. Going on to Read more

Approaching the dog as he’s finishing the last of the spoiled fish, he doesn’t appear to notice me as I kneel down beside him doing my best not to spill any of the beer. On any other occasion, I’d feel self-conscious about being outside looking such a mess, and yet this is a pleasant exception. Read more

“Should I give him a bowl of water or a bowl of beer?” I ask. “Either,” she says, “although I think he’d prefer beer, especially in this heat. It’ll help take the edge of his thirst, the poor boy.” Letting my hand linger on the small of her back, I return to the kitchen and Read more

“You must’ve tossed it outside,” she says while flicking a few random curls of hair from her eyes. In the light, those eyes appear as black as milkless coffee, and as they bore into me, the ache in my balls tingles and pings as if I’m on the precipice of an orgasm. “I wonder if Read more