A woman who is usually married to a man and bored!

The heterosexual dyke: Who is she?  Don’t call her bi and don’t call her confused.  The heterosexual dyke is a woman who is usually married to a man and bored.

The heterosexual dyke, (Lucia) I think.  Her life in the human den quite closely imitates life in the coyote den.

Now Lucia understands plenty about the family bond, hunting and feeding her dependent young.  However, she has recently discovered her true nature and strayed away from her territory, but she will be back to take care of family duties.  Her temporary absence and curiosity is not so unlike women looking for this experience and provides insight into a woman’s very own behavior.

Lucia is a coyote.  She is the proud mother of three; twin boys Dino and Tino, and Mirella, her beautiful daughter with golden-tip hairs that sparkle with the same class as the baroque palaces in Sicily.

Let’s talk about Boccaccio. This is actually a parody from a situation, and I know of no other way than to portray it for the newspaper copy it made in the PERSONALS due to lax editing.  “Get off my wife’s tail!” is what was implied.  Yes, I know who I am ... Aiii ... Grrrr ... Woo ... La!

Boccaccio is a good-natured father who is balding in spots.  His hair is falling from his over-sexed testicles.  He howls for Lucia.  He howls for Lucia again, but she is not here.  Well maybe he’ll just go for a little walk in an attempt to arouse the stray female that has been hanging around.  He thinks it will serve Lucia right for not answering his call and not looking after the children.  He just may find that pretty little stray and be gone for more than a while.

Boccaccio licks his testicles to make sure he still has a big set of Italian family jewels and according to the erect dictates of male nature, he exaggerates about the size of Sicily.

About a quarter of a mile from the airport hangars in the shortgrass plains, he spots Lucia.  He goes fucking limp.  His bushy tail hikes itself between his legs and he sits on it, retreating quietly to view it.  Watching it makes him angry!  Smelling it makes him crazed!  Hearing it makes him furious!

The heterosexual wife, (Lucia) is nibbling the new growth of blond hair around the stray’s genitals, the stray on her back with her feet in the air loving every rollicking minute of it.  Lucia licks the stray’s swollen genitals that blush with crimson, then it turns into pink near her anus where Lucia tucks her nose for the first time, sniffing the stray’s strong scent.  “Lovely,” she whimpers, rubbing the stray’s genitals with her forepaw, teasing her off.  Still in a submissive posture, the stray turns her tail to the side and displays her genitals, the all of it for the alpha-bitch, both of them whimpering and singing tenderly ... Aiii... Grrr ...Woo ... La!

Boccaccio dissolves like cardboard in the rain.  With his ears laid back and his hair bristled like he’s been whipped, sorely he runs flat out toward home.

It is true Boccaccio has emotions like men, and seeing Lucia nibbling the stray female hurts his sexual prowess, but when it comes right down to it. He is jealous that he isn’t the one licking the stray.  After all, isn’t it what he had set out to do in the first place?

Having lady friends reverses soul hunger and the female coyote society needs lady friends whom they can discuss their children and travels, laugh, cry, and share a fuck when the mood hits them.

To the women who are reading these words, invest quality time into female friends.  Seek them out.  Care for them and give to them.  It is simplistic.  It is how women dealt with social needs centuries ago.  Men worked long hours, which left little time for romance or quality conversation.  In the way of feminist thinking, other women fill the v----------o----------i----------d!

Trotting just a few hundred yards away, Lucia and the stray are full of whines, purrs, and growls.  They pause every once in a while to lick the airport dumpster leftover pizza mozzarella from each other’s smiles ... Aiii ... Grrr ... Woo ... La!

Copyright © 2005 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist