I am not alone
nor am I in the dark.
I am not alone
for there is a spark
Of live within me,
within all things here.
Within my soul
and those I hold dear.
I give thanks
to the Universe above.
I give thanks
for all the tender love.
That I receive
from all I hold dear.
For they all
help abate the fear.
All Good Things Come to Those who Wait
Lost Girl
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Poem: The Search
Wings unfurled
The gull takes flight.
Racous calls
I ponder my plight
Why am I restless?
Why am I sad?
What can release me?
Why is it so bad?
Waves crash
on a beach of sand.
Cold water
touches my pale hand.
I am restless.
I am lost.
I will find myself.
But at what cost?
The gull takes flight.
Racous calls
I ponder my plight
Why am I restless?
Why am I sad?
What can release me?
Why is it so bad?
Waves crash
on a beach of sand.
Cold water
touches my pale hand.
I am restless.
I am lost.
I will find myself.
But at what cost?
Poem: Captured Sweetly
Misty tendrils of fog cling to my mind
as I awake from my deep, dark sleep.
Sitting up in my warm cocoon of covers
I remember the dream and begin to weep.
Running away from the terrifying hordes
falling to my knees and screaming in fright.
Icy cold fingers pull at my dress, my hair
they drag me to them and bind me tight.
Taken into the dark and hung by chains, I cry
the silence so deep that my body quivers in fright.
A light comes on, a man walks in so very grand
he slides a knife from his belt, it glints so bright.
Long silken black hair, blue eyes watch me, gleaming.
His footfalls silent as he moves across the room.
My heart flutters in fear, I can barely catch my breath.
He slides up close to my body, I taste the doom.
Cold metal slides along my silken cheek
I dare not flinch for I know this ones ways.
My own golden eyes do not look into his
for he is a Master and to defy him never pays.
My chest feels tight at the fear of being caught
I should have known I shall never truly be free
Once a slave, always a slave they say
but I built up enough courage once a time to flee.
Hanging there my body and mind frozen
I feel his hands upon me making me quiver
He whispers to me. "You are mine little one."
I feel the golden collar snap about my neck and I shiver.
He releases me from the chains, I fall in his arms.
He pulls me close to him with a touch so sweet
The desire in my heart fills me with out notice
I gasp softly as I rush to my own defeat.
Cradled in his arms he walks from the room
I lay my head upon his chest hearing his heart beat.
The smell of him invades my senses like a fire
I know his hands, his lips shall make me complete.
His booted foot kicks open a door to a room
it is so beautiful with velvets and pretty lace
He sets me upon the large canopied bed
smiling softly at me, my heart begins to race.
Leaning close he whispers softly in my ear
"You shall not ever be harmed my slave."
His hand caresses my hair, slides along gently
"For any who do will go to their grave."
as I awake from my deep, dark sleep.
Sitting up in my warm cocoon of covers
I remember the dream and begin to weep.
Running away from the terrifying hordes
falling to my knees and screaming in fright.
Icy cold fingers pull at my dress, my hair
they drag me to them and bind me tight.
Taken into the dark and hung by chains, I cry
the silence so deep that my body quivers in fright.
A light comes on, a man walks in so very grand
he slides a knife from his belt, it glints so bright.
Long silken black hair, blue eyes watch me, gleaming.
His footfalls silent as he moves across the room.
My heart flutters in fear, I can barely catch my breath.
He slides up close to my body, I taste the doom.
Cold metal slides along my silken cheek
I dare not flinch for I know this ones ways.
My own golden eyes do not look into his
for he is a Master and to defy him never pays.
My chest feels tight at the fear of being caught
I should have known I shall never truly be free
Once a slave, always a slave they say
but I built up enough courage once a time to flee.
Hanging there my body and mind frozen
I feel his hands upon me making me quiver
He whispers to me. "You are mine little one."
I feel the golden collar snap about my neck and I shiver.
He releases me from the chains, I fall in his arms.
He pulls me close to him with a touch so sweet
The desire in my heart fills me with out notice
I gasp softly as I rush to my own defeat.
Cradled in his arms he walks from the room
I lay my head upon his chest hearing his heart beat.
The smell of him invades my senses like a fire
I know his hands, his lips shall make me complete.
His booted foot kicks open a door to a room
it is so beautiful with velvets and pretty lace
He sets me upon the large canopied bed
smiling softly at me, my heart begins to race.
Leaning close he whispers softly in my ear
"You shall not ever be harmed my slave."
His hand caresses my hair, slides along gently
"For any who do will go to their grave."
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Hurricane the Video by 30 Seconds to Mars: my thoughts
I feel that people are quick to get offended or shy away from sexual images but will flock to anything violent. Take a long look at our news, our movies, our video games. They are all violent but that does not make them a bad thing and neither does sex.
Then we take sex and meld some violence into it. then it becomes a taboo subject. Then it is a nasty bad thing. I say more people need to explore what they are about, what they desire without worrying about what others think. I will need to watch this video a few more times as there were so many sublimial messages in there.
I will admit....i am entranced with pony play...always have been and it is in this video. Lovely work Jared....err..Mr Cubbins.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Fiction: Before the Glory Days of King Arthur
Before the glory days of King Arthur, before the Knights of the Round Table, before peace came to the ravaged lands of Europe there was a time known as the Dark Ages. It was a time when King fought King, brother accused brother, and where greed for power was the ambition that ruled. Among the wars for land, riches, and the right to be named King were those smaller battles. Those that rattled the very foundations of home and the true nature of betrayal was witnessed. It was also when whispers of witchcraft ran rampant through the lands and many a bonfire with a writhing soul within its wicked flames was to be seen.
The tale I am about to tell is one filled with the desperate dealings of one woman to keep a King at her side. It drove her to whisper those dark words, drove her to murder, and then it drove her mad.
In the solitary home in Cubbox, on the farm of Bogha, lived a woman named Elspeth. She was a quiet woman and there was nothing to bring her to anyone's notice until she smiled. It was a transformation of magical proportions that brought a pretty woman into a stunning beauty. She was a small, barely five foot tall with thick flame gold hair that was always in a kempt braid that hung down her back. Eyes so green that one would swear they were looking into fields of new spring grass. Her temperament was one of gentleness but she had a strong soul to survive the world alone as a woman. She was a rare one this Elspeth and her destiny was riddled with trials.
An herbalist and farmer she lived alone on the farm as her husband had been taken ill the year before by a fever and was lost to her. Intent on keeping the farm running she worked hard all day and made enough just to get by. She sold her herbal products in the nearby village to add to the coin she made off the fruits of her labors on the farm.
One spring day a man came riding into her yard. Chickens scattering to and fro underneath the hooves of the warhorse the man handled with ease. Elspeth went to meet this stranger who was cloaked in gray wool from head to toe. She was unable to see his face clearly.
"Mistress, may I beg some food and perhaps a bed in your barn, for I am weary from my travels. I can pay."
His voice was like that of rolling thunder heard at a distance. Elspeth was taken by its gentle but authorative timbre.
A nod up at the man she kept a wary distance from the snorting and pawing war horse and said in a not so weak tone,
"Ye may come stay in the barn milord. I shall make the meal and ye can join me in the house proper."
With that said she spun on a muddy boot heel and strode into the house. Her mind pondered how much he would pay and thought that luck had come to Bogha farm this day.
The tale I am about to tell is one filled with the desperate dealings of one woman to keep a King at her side. It drove her to whisper those dark words, drove her to murder, and then it drove her mad.
In the solitary home in Cubbox, on the farm of Bogha, lived a woman named Elspeth. She was a quiet woman and there was nothing to bring her to anyone's notice until she smiled. It was a transformation of magical proportions that brought a pretty woman into a stunning beauty. She was a small, barely five foot tall with thick flame gold hair that was always in a kempt braid that hung down her back. Eyes so green that one would swear they were looking into fields of new spring grass. Her temperament was one of gentleness but she had a strong soul to survive the world alone as a woman. She was a rare one this Elspeth and her destiny was riddled with trials.
An herbalist and farmer she lived alone on the farm as her husband had been taken ill the year before by a fever and was lost to her. Intent on keeping the farm running she worked hard all day and made enough just to get by. She sold her herbal products in the nearby village to add to the coin she made off the fruits of her labors on the farm.
One spring day a man came riding into her yard. Chickens scattering to and fro underneath the hooves of the warhorse the man handled with ease. Elspeth went to meet this stranger who was cloaked in gray wool from head to toe. She was unable to see his face clearly.
"Mistress, may I beg some food and perhaps a bed in your barn, for I am weary from my travels. I can pay."
His voice was like that of rolling thunder heard at a distance. Elspeth was taken by its gentle but authorative timbre.
A nod up at the man she kept a wary distance from the snorting and pawing war horse and said in a not so weak tone,
"Ye may come stay in the barn milord. I shall make the meal and ye can join me in the house proper."
With that said she spun on a muddy boot heel and strode into the house. Her mind pondered how much he would pay and thought that luck had come to Bogha farm this day.
A knock at the door startled Elspeth and she called out for the man to enter. She went about setting the stew in a stoneware bowl upon the table. Her gaze kept flicking to the large man that still wore the gray cloak as he made his way into her home. He moved with a grace that only a seasoned warrior had and she wondered what battles he had fought. She took her own bowl of stew and settled down upon a three legged stool near the hearth and said to the man,
"Yer stew is upon the table milord along with bread and ale."
The man had pushed the hood of the cloak back and his green gaze took in his surroundings. He took note that she sat alone, near the hearth, and he almost smiled.
"Ye will sup with me milady?" he asked softly as his cloak was pulled from his tall form.
Elspeth was startled at the request as he looked every part the nobleman and she was the poor farmer, not fit to sit at the table with the likes of him. She rose from her stool anyway and moved to the other chair at the table. She could not help staring at him as she settled at into her chair. Green eyes that seemed to penetrate into her soul when they caught her own and hair as black as midnight that was worn unfashionably long. The unadorned forest green tunic he wore was stretched taunt over the wide breadth of his shoulders and she kept her gaze from examining further. That would not do, to be staring at this man like some open mouthed fool. She knew this man though, from somewhere, and somehow she knew him.
"I know ye, don't I?"
She asked softly as she watched his spoon laden with stew pause on its way to his mouth. That green gaze flicked to her briefly then without a word he began to eat. Elspeth dropped her gaze to her own bowl and knew this man was one of power but from where she did not know. She began to eat as well, thinking that he is not much of a talker, but then most men were not.
The small cottage was cozy with the hearth fire popping, the smell of the stew and bread filling the air. He occasionally glanced to her as they ate but words were not uttered. They broke the bread and indulged in that as well. Elspeth realized halfway through the meal that they had not said grace and it shocked her. Inwardly she asked for God's forgiveness for being lax in her duties and she would pray extra long before sleep this night.
The man leaned back in his chair, seemingly sated from the meal, and pushed his bowl away. Elspeth took that as the signal that she could rise and clean up. The crockery was removed from the table as well as the basket of bread. As the bowls were set into the washing tub she heard the distinct sound of coin clinking against the table. She turned to see the man had risen to his feet but she had not heard him rise at all. His gaze was upon her with an intent expression and it made her shiver inside.
"Your payment for the food and lodging milady. I shall leave you be and get my rest. I will leave at dawns first light. Thank you for a wonderful meal and your kindness."
The man said with a gentle tone, but made no move to leave.
While he was speaking Elspeth had moved to the table to lift the small bag, marveling at the weight of the coin within. Whispering almost in shock to him.
"Milord, this is too much for a simple meal and a bed of hay in a drafty barn."
Her dark green gaze lifted to meet his own and she saw a smile appear on his handsome face.
"Nae, tis not too much. Too few are kind these days. Take the coin and buy what you need. Or even a pretty bauble that would please you. I can see you are alone here milady and I admire your courage."
The man said in a tone laced with gentleness and caring.
A bright smile lit her face and her eyes took on a pleasure filled glow. When she heard his sharp intake of breath she took an involuntary step backwards out of startlement.
"What..what is it milord?" She asked cautiously as her eyes flew to his. The smile having faded from her lips as she wondered if she had done something improper. She had no idea how to act around someone of noblity. Something was happening here but she had no idea what it could be, but she knew there was a heat within her. A smoldering ember of something unknown was coiling within the heart of her soul. A plesant warmth spread through her limbs as he began to move closer to her with a gleam of wonderment in his green eyes.
He was stunned at what he saw once the lady smiled. It was like magic had touched his soul at that very moment and he knew he must see that radiant visage once again. Before he could stop himself he was moving around the table, his eyes never leaving hers, and came to a stop scant inches before her. One finely manicured finger lifted to touch the soft skin of her cheek. His voice came forth in a strangled whisper.
"Milady, please smile for me again."
His gaze made Elspeth feel weak all over. Her knees felt as if they would give out any moment. The gentle touch of one finger to her skin was like a burning brand within her heart. To have such a man staring at her with such need in his eyes was startling but she was inwardly pleased. She had not been looked at like that since before her husband passed and even he did not stir her passions like this man did. A shy smile appeared on her lips, it came unbidden like a spring storm, and she gazed in wonder at the man who was gaping at her once again.
"You are a vision milady. A magical light that has brightened my weary day."
His finger had now been replaced by his hand on her cheek. He caressed her jaw as he marveled at such gentleness and beauty within this small treasure of a woman.
"Milord, I thank you for such kind words. But, please tell me who you are."
Elspeth said in a rush as she desired with all she had to know who this man was.
"I do not know if I wish to reveal who I am my little flower."
He said with a gentle smile and dropped his hand away from her soft skin. His hand felt like it was on fire from where he touched her. His whole body trembled with a need like he had never known and it frightened him a little.
"Milord, I know that I should not ask. I do know you are noble but at least grant me your given name?"
She asked quickly and stepped forward to stare up into his eyes.
Her closeness was making it hard to concentrate. All he could stare at was her lips and wonder what they tasted like. In a daze he uttered one word. "James."
Her cry of surprise snapped him out of his daydreaming and he groaned inwardly as he realized he had told her his name.
When that name was uttered so softly she could not hold back the cry of alarm and pain that came forth. Down to her knees she went before the King of this land and trembled with so many emotions she thought she would burst. Gentle hands were on her shoulders giving her a small shake and his words floated through her denial as she bowed to the King.
"Please, milady. Do not kneel. Please. I just wish to be here with you and not be bowed and scraped to. And now you owe me the pleasure of your name."
He said lightly as he wanted her to look at him like she had earlier. To talk with him, share her tales of life with him while they enjoyed the fire. He knew not where these seeming simple desires had come from but they were what he wanted at this moment. To just be a simple man enjoying the pleasure of a beautiful woman.
His hands upon her sent shivers of pleasure racing through her small form. Her gaze lifted slowly to meet his saddened green gaze. She felt silly for acting such but he was the King! A tremor washed over her form but she shoved her misgivings aside and said softly.
"Elspeth, my name is Elspeth."
He kneeled on the floor with her watching so many emotions fly through those green eyes it tore him to shreds. He did not know why this little slip of a woman intrigued him so, but she did. His heart felt light and his mind muddled with visions of her. He admired this brave woman who ran a farm alone and was kind to strangers.
"Elspeth." He breathed her name softly then without thinking his lips descended down to capture hers in a gentle kiss.
The way he said her name undid her. Warmth spread throughout her small form and her hands lifted to fist into the forest green tunic he wore. When his lips touched hers she was lost to intoxicating sensations that she had never known. Hot tendrils of need snaked through her limbs to pool into her belly. A soft moan tumbled forth at the feeling of his tongue brushing lightly over her lips. Opening to him was magical and the kiss deepened as she was gathered into his strong embrace. All rational thought left her mind and all she knew was the feel of him against her. The warmth of his body, the way his tongue swept through her mouth, and the woodsy smell of him that seemed to permeate everything.
He indulged in the taste of her. Cradled her in his arms like she was the most delicate of flowers. Cherished the gift she was giving him and he would always cherish such. As he moved away from her, his green eyes alive with a smoldering passion he whispered.
"Elspeth. I feel as if I know you. I think I was drawn to this farm and to you. I was not in need of rest that badly and I could have kept on to the castle but I needed to come here. Now I know why."
As he spoke his fingertips brushed across her jaw line and cheek.
"May I remain here with you for a while longer. I would like to talk with you and get to know you."
Elspeth trembled within his embrace and as he moved away she felt as if her body was on fire. Inwardly she railed at herself for allowing a man to take such liberties with her. Never would she have allowed such but something felt right. As if it were a door to destiny being unlocked and she was being tugged through it whether she liked it or not. His words startled her but then she knew they were true. Why had she lingered in the yard all day and not gone to the forest like she had planned to find herbs? She now realized she had been waiting for him.
"I would like for you to remain and talk with me. So few talk to me these days."
She said softly with a gentle blush staining her cheeks.
He released her from his embrace reluctantly and helped her to her feet. They settled into chairs before the hearth with fresh mugs of hot cider and began to talk.
James spoke of his life at court. His wife, whom he did not care for as it was an arranged marriage. The priests who tried to undermine everything he did. The joy of seeing his people prosper. The horses he loved to raise and ride.
Elspeth spoke of her life with her husband. How he died and how the village council tried to make her give up her farm. She proved to them she could manage and they accepted her as herbalist. She midwifed as well for those in the village. She spoke of loneliness and frightening times in the forest being pursued by wolves.
They spoke long into the night telling one another things that no other soul than God had ever heard. James kissed her gently before heading off to his bed of hay in the barn as was proper and Elspeth floated to her own bed in her room. Both dreamed of different times when they could be together and both dreamed of the other.
Hence, here is where the love affair between James and Elspeth began.
*Perhaps I will continue this...should it be continued?
"Yer stew is upon the table milord along with bread and ale."
The man had pushed the hood of the cloak back and his green gaze took in his surroundings. He took note that she sat alone, near the hearth, and he almost smiled.
"Ye will sup with me milady?" he asked softly as his cloak was pulled from his tall form.
Elspeth was startled at the request as he looked every part the nobleman and she was the poor farmer, not fit to sit at the table with the likes of him. She rose from her stool anyway and moved to the other chair at the table. She could not help staring at him as she settled at into her chair. Green eyes that seemed to penetrate into her soul when they caught her own and hair as black as midnight that was worn unfashionably long. The unadorned forest green tunic he wore was stretched taunt over the wide breadth of his shoulders and she kept her gaze from examining further. That would not do, to be staring at this man like some open mouthed fool. She knew this man though, from somewhere, and somehow she knew him.
"I know ye, don't I?"
She asked softly as she watched his spoon laden with stew pause on its way to his mouth. That green gaze flicked to her briefly then without a word he began to eat. Elspeth dropped her gaze to her own bowl and knew this man was one of power but from where she did not know. She began to eat as well, thinking that he is not much of a talker, but then most men were not.
The small cottage was cozy with the hearth fire popping, the smell of the stew and bread filling the air. He occasionally glanced to her as they ate but words were not uttered. They broke the bread and indulged in that as well. Elspeth realized halfway through the meal that they had not said grace and it shocked her. Inwardly she asked for God's forgiveness for being lax in her duties and she would pray extra long before sleep this night.
The man leaned back in his chair, seemingly sated from the meal, and pushed his bowl away. Elspeth took that as the signal that she could rise and clean up. The crockery was removed from the table as well as the basket of bread. As the bowls were set into the washing tub she heard the distinct sound of coin clinking against the table. She turned to see the man had risen to his feet but she had not heard him rise at all. His gaze was upon her with an intent expression and it made her shiver inside.
"Your payment for the food and lodging milady. I shall leave you be and get my rest. I will leave at dawns first light. Thank you for a wonderful meal and your kindness."
The man said with a gentle tone, but made no move to leave.
While he was speaking Elspeth had moved to the table to lift the small bag, marveling at the weight of the coin within. Whispering almost in shock to him.
"Milord, this is too much for a simple meal and a bed of hay in a drafty barn."
Her dark green gaze lifted to meet his own and she saw a smile appear on his handsome face.
"Nae, tis not too much. Too few are kind these days. Take the coin and buy what you need. Or even a pretty bauble that would please you. I can see you are alone here milady and I admire your courage."
The man said in a tone laced with gentleness and caring.
A bright smile lit her face and her eyes took on a pleasure filled glow. When she heard his sharp intake of breath she took an involuntary step backwards out of startlement.
"What..what is it milord?" She asked cautiously as her eyes flew to his. The smile having faded from her lips as she wondered if she had done something improper. She had no idea how to act around someone of noblity. Something was happening here but she had no idea what it could be, but she knew there was a heat within her. A smoldering ember of something unknown was coiling within the heart of her soul. A plesant warmth spread through her limbs as he began to move closer to her with a gleam of wonderment in his green eyes.
He was stunned at what he saw once the lady smiled. It was like magic had touched his soul at that very moment and he knew he must see that radiant visage once again. Before he could stop himself he was moving around the table, his eyes never leaving hers, and came to a stop scant inches before her. One finely manicured finger lifted to touch the soft skin of her cheek. His voice came forth in a strangled whisper.
"Milady, please smile for me again."
His gaze made Elspeth feel weak all over. Her knees felt as if they would give out any moment. The gentle touch of one finger to her skin was like a burning brand within her heart. To have such a man staring at her with such need in his eyes was startling but she was inwardly pleased. She had not been looked at like that since before her husband passed and even he did not stir her passions like this man did. A shy smile appeared on her lips, it came unbidden like a spring storm, and she gazed in wonder at the man who was gaping at her once again.
"You are a vision milady. A magical light that has brightened my weary day."
His finger had now been replaced by his hand on her cheek. He caressed her jaw as he marveled at such gentleness and beauty within this small treasure of a woman.
"Milord, I thank you for such kind words. But, please tell me who you are."
Elspeth said in a rush as she desired with all she had to know who this man was.
"I do not know if I wish to reveal who I am my little flower."
He said with a gentle smile and dropped his hand away from her soft skin. His hand felt like it was on fire from where he touched her. His whole body trembled with a need like he had never known and it frightened him a little.
"Milord, I know that I should not ask. I do know you are noble but at least grant me your given name?"
She asked quickly and stepped forward to stare up into his eyes.
Her closeness was making it hard to concentrate. All he could stare at was her lips and wonder what they tasted like. In a daze he uttered one word. "James."
Her cry of surprise snapped him out of his daydreaming and he groaned inwardly as he realized he had told her his name.
When that name was uttered so softly she could not hold back the cry of alarm and pain that came forth. Down to her knees she went before the King of this land and trembled with so many emotions she thought she would burst. Gentle hands were on her shoulders giving her a small shake and his words floated through her denial as she bowed to the King.
"Please, milady. Do not kneel. Please. I just wish to be here with you and not be bowed and scraped to. And now you owe me the pleasure of your name."
He said lightly as he wanted her to look at him like she had earlier. To talk with him, share her tales of life with him while they enjoyed the fire. He knew not where these seeming simple desires had come from but they were what he wanted at this moment. To just be a simple man enjoying the pleasure of a beautiful woman.
His hands upon her sent shivers of pleasure racing through her small form. Her gaze lifted slowly to meet his saddened green gaze. She felt silly for acting such but he was the King! A tremor washed over her form but she shoved her misgivings aside and said softly.
"Elspeth, my name is Elspeth."
He kneeled on the floor with her watching so many emotions fly through those green eyes it tore him to shreds. He did not know why this little slip of a woman intrigued him so, but she did. His heart felt light and his mind muddled with visions of her. He admired this brave woman who ran a farm alone and was kind to strangers.
"Elspeth." He breathed her name softly then without thinking his lips descended down to capture hers in a gentle kiss.
The way he said her name undid her. Warmth spread throughout her small form and her hands lifted to fist into the forest green tunic he wore. When his lips touched hers she was lost to intoxicating sensations that she had never known. Hot tendrils of need snaked through her limbs to pool into her belly. A soft moan tumbled forth at the feeling of his tongue brushing lightly over her lips. Opening to him was magical and the kiss deepened as she was gathered into his strong embrace. All rational thought left her mind and all she knew was the feel of him against her. The warmth of his body, the way his tongue swept through her mouth, and the woodsy smell of him that seemed to permeate everything.
He indulged in the taste of her. Cradled her in his arms like she was the most delicate of flowers. Cherished the gift she was giving him and he would always cherish such. As he moved away from her, his green eyes alive with a smoldering passion he whispered.
"Elspeth. I feel as if I know you. I think I was drawn to this farm and to you. I was not in need of rest that badly and I could have kept on to the castle but I needed to come here. Now I know why."
As he spoke his fingertips brushed across her jaw line and cheek.
"May I remain here with you for a while longer. I would like to talk with you and get to know you."
Elspeth trembled within his embrace and as he moved away she felt as if her body was on fire. Inwardly she railed at herself for allowing a man to take such liberties with her. Never would she have allowed such but something felt right. As if it were a door to destiny being unlocked and she was being tugged through it whether she liked it or not. His words startled her but then she knew they were true. Why had she lingered in the yard all day and not gone to the forest like she had planned to find herbs? She now realized she had been waiting for him.
"I would like for you to remain and talk with me. So few talk to me these days."
She said softly with a gentle blush staining her cheeks.
He released her from his embrace reluctantly and helped her to her feet. They settled into chairs before the hearth with fresh mugs of hot cider and began to talk.
James spoke of his life at court. His wife, whom he did not care for as it was an arranged marriage. The priests who tried to undermine everything he did. The joy of seeing his people prosper. The horses he loved to raise and ride.
Elspeth spoke of her life with her husband. How he died and how the village council tried to make her give up her farm. She proved to them she could manage and they accepted her as herbalist. She midwifed as well for those in the village. She spoke of loneliness and frightening times in the forest being pursued by wolves.
They spoke long into the night telling one another things that no other soul than God had ever heard. James kissed her gently before heading off to his bed of hay in the barn as was proper and Elspeth floated to her own bed in her room. Both dreamed of different times when they could be together and both dreamed of the other.
Hence, here is where the love affair between James and Elspeth began.
*Perhaps I will continue this...should it be continued?
Adult Fiction: The Ride
*Disclaimer* Adult fiction here with very adult sexual situations*
Black paint laced with intricate red spider web patterns gleamed in the sunlight. I ran one finger along the hot metal, tracing the blood red lines, and imagining what it would feel like to fly on this machine. Mind lost in fantasy I did not hear anyone talking to me until the words breathed by my ear.
"Like what you see?"
Thankfully I did not jump a mile at the sudden appearance of a male voice, but my fuzzy, fantasy laden mind moved slowly, and in turn so did I. Slowly, I turned to look upward at the man standing behind me, a smirk sitting crookedly on his face. Inwardly I thought, a cocky one, and I bet this is his bike.
"Actually, " my finger lifted off the hot metal of the gas tank of the motorcycle I had been caressing and I turned to face him, "I do like what I see very much."
My eyes roamed his form as I said these words, slowly, and sensually. Normally I would not have been so brazen with a stranger but the heat from the metal and my own lewd thoughts were coursing through my veins. The heat beat down unmercifully from the summer sun but I was not even aware of it, I focused on the man before me. Oh, and what a man this was. Tall, with a thick black hair, a five o'clock shadow, black tank top that showed off very grandly sculpted muscles, blue jeans, and black motorcycle boots. He had sunglasses on and I almost reached up to pull them down so I could see the color of his eyes but I figured I was pushing things as it was. One of his dark brows cocked upward at my bold words and his smirk shifted to a predatory smile.
"You know, that is my bike." He said, that smile seeming to grow with each word.
"Hmm, is it?" My gaze turned back to the bike beside me and I grazed my fingertips over the seat. "It is a wonderful machine." I glanced back to him to see he had propped his sunglasses on top of his head and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen bored into me intensely. Goddess, what a man, I thought as my fingertips remained resting lightly on the black seat of the bike. The vinyl was warm and I imagined him sitting on the bike, sending it through turns at high speed. I almost visibly shuddered with pleasure at the image in my head but I contained myself.
"You want to go for a ride?" He asked. His expression had changed to something less predatory and more wanting. Desire in those eyes were building, it was easy to see.
"I do not even know you. My mother told me never to take rides offered by strangers." I smiled playfully at him, using all my womanly charms to gain his attention even more. The place we were in was a bike haven; many bikers stopped at the small gas station and café to rest before they headed up the canyon or on their way out. Many bikes parked here and many scantily clad women were stalking the owners of the bikes to get rides. I did not want him to think I was some biker slut. Nor did I want his attention to shift from me to one of the gals who was actively trying to get his attention.
His laugh came rich and deep after my playful tirade.
"Well then I will tell you my name, you can tell me yours, and then we will not be strangers anymore."
Now it was my turn to laugh. Smooth, yeah this guy was smooth.
"My name is Sky."
"A pleasure to meet you Sky. My name is Jared." He held out a hand and I settled my smaller one into his. The initial contact shocked us both as electricity ran up my arm, and I assume it hit him as well since his eyes widened with shock.
Suddenly I was very conscious of what I had chosen to wear that day. Tight blue jeans, black boots, and a black tank top. I did not feel like wearing shorts and I did not like to wear them when I rode my bike. I wonder what his reaction would be when he found out I rode as well. Some guys liked it, some became intimidated by it, and some even thought I should not ride my own bike. I almost said I would ride my bike along side his but something inside me wanted to perch on the back of his bike and wrap my arms around him tightly. I wanted that so badly that I could feel a tingling in the pit of my stomach that ran directly to my nether regions.
His hand eased from mine, he gathered his composure and said.
"So, want that ride now?"
I smiled and said.
"Yeah, let me go get my helmet."
I walked off to my own bike, a smaller version of his, and picked up my black and purple helmet. I turned to find him standing directly behind me staring at my bike.
"Yours?" he asked with a pleased gleam in his eyes.
"Yep, he is mine. I have lovingly wrenched and polished every inch of him. Something I love to do. Work on the bike and ride it." My words came easily as I was always into talking about motorcycles. I loved anything with wheels and that went fast, that included cars.
"Now, I have to admit I love a woman that can handle a bike and fix it as well."
“Well, then you will like me.” I winked at him and began to walk back to his bike. I could sense him following me; it was like my inner radar had set its frequency to him, and only him. He came up beside me as I paused, flashed a smile, pulled his sunglasses down, and mounted the bike.
“Hop on little lady and let us ride.” His voice was like silk and it wrapped warmly around me.
I tugged my helmet on and mounted the bike behind him. These bullet bikes were tricky to ride single, and double was much more fun. The driver had to lean way forward so the passenger had to do the same, which meant almost full body contact. This is what I wanted and I actually shivered as my arms wrapped around his middle. I pushed forward so that I nestled tightly against his back and I marveled at the strength I felt within him.
“Ready?” He asked in a voice that sounded slightly strained, possibly from the muffling of my helmet, but I hoped I was the reason he sounded like that. I nodded and squeezed his middle to let him know I was ready and the bike came to life.
Ever since I had learned to ride a mini motorcycle at the age of ten I had an intense love affair with motorcycles. The next affair was speed and it sent me into adrenaline highs that were almost as good as sex.
We slowly made our way out of the parking lot and I could see many disappointed sluts watching us depart. I had to smile because I hardly ever was noticed, except for my bike. I was not overly endowed nor did I think I was very pretty, but Jared seemed to see something in me that interested him. Hopefully I would find out what that something was.
The ride up the canyon was thrilling as Jared sent the bike around the turns easily. Our speed remained at a cautious level due to the fact there were two on the bike, which made it harder to handle. I was satisfied nonetheless as I got to keep my body molded to his. I moved with him through the turns and watched the scenery fly by. He slowed when he came to a hardly noticeable dirt track and he turned down it, heading between the trees. After a short ride through the forest the trees opened up to reveal a small clearing that was on the river. Across from us was the sheer canyon wall that shot upward for some distance and up the river some was a small waterfall. Entranced by the sight I slid off the motorcycle as he killed the engine, tugged my helmet off, and walked to the edge of the river. Flowers of purple and white grew at the edge of the water, bumblebees flitted to each one picking up their daily load of pollen to take home, and the sound of the river was soothing to my ears.
“I come here to think.”
His voice came softly beside my ear and I shivered. I think he noticed and reached around to take the helmet I held. I watched him set the helmet on the bike seat, his sunglasses perched atop his head amid the curling back hair, and his eyes were intent on mine as he made his way back to me.
“This is a good thinking place. How did you find it? It is so hidden.” I looked around once again. I had to look away from his eyes or I would throw myself at him. I needed to at least put up the semblance of hard to get. I did not know why I wanted this man so badly, but I did. Normally it took some time for a guy to notice me and then want to go any further. Most of the guys I had dated were friends first and as they got to know me they dated me. It sucked as I did lose a friend or two over an un-repairable relationship. Also, I was not used to having such a sexy and handsome man pay attention to me. To be devoured by a gaze was something I had only read about in romance novels. To actually be the recipient of such a gaze was a heady experience.
“I found it one afternoon when my bike was acting funny. I pulled over on the side of the road, fixed a loose fuel line, and noticed the track. I walked down it a little ways and then rode out here. I have not ever taken anyone here.” He said as he stood slightly behind me.
Nervously I plucked out some watermelon-flavored lip-gloss and began rolling it on my lips. I needed something to do or I was just going to slide my hands all over his body.
Before I could gather my thoughts I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck. I froze as hot desire shot through me with alarming speed and his velvet voice came softly beside my ear.
“Hmm, that smells delicious.”
I turned slightly towards him, our eyes met, and we both knew nothing more needed to be said. His lips descended towards mine with a slowness that I felt took an eternity. I ached to feel his lips, trembled with need to taste him, and instinctively knew he felt the same way. When our lips touched we both shuddered with barely contained lust. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me hard against his well-muscled body, and I turned into him so I could press all the way against him. Tongues swirled around one another as the kiss deepened. I felt his hands slide down my back to cup my rear end and with a groan of pleasure from him he lifted me against him.
The sensations that assaulted me with this move were almost too much and I groaned along with him, but our kissing continued. He moved back wards so that he soon was seated on a large rock. I was straddling his lap and I could feel the evidence of his desire for me pressing against my thigh. A light-headed feeling came over me as our kisses grew more fevered and deep. My hands itched to feel the heat of his skin and without thinking I began to tug his shirt upward. With a soft moan into his mouth my hands contacted with the warm skin of his back. He answered my moan with one of his own as my hands caressed his back. I needed to see, needed to devour him with my eyes, and then my mouth.
Breaking the kiss I tugged his shirt upward more, he got the hint, and raised his arms up so that I could toss it aside on the rock. Goddess, he was built like Adonis, and my hands made contact with his chest. I could not get enough of the sensation of his skin, the smooth texture, the steel strength underneath, and how he shuddered as I explored. Soon this was not enough and I leaned forward. Lips pressed to the curve of his neck and shoulder and I felt his arms tighten around me as he sighed with pleasure. My tongue swirled over his skin, tasting the saltiness of him, and wanting more. A gentle nip against the line of his jaw and his whispered words sent me reeling with hot desire.
“I want to be inside you, I want to know all of you.”
“Yes.” I breathed against the strong line of his jaw. My tongue darting out to feel the rough skin there and reveling in the different textures of this man and I knew I had to have him here and now.
I was being lifted and set on the rock. I had not looked into his eyes since our kisses began and the molten desire within those blue eyes was intense. It ratcheted up my burning need another notch, if that was possible. I almost felt like I was going to simply burst into flame at any moment.
“Take your clothes off Sky.” He said with his voice thick with passion.
I raised up to stand on the rock my eyes never leaving his and pulled my tank top off over my head. His eyes watched each move I made, I could see the shape of his desire in his jeans, and I felt drunk off the power I had to arouse such lust within him. I reached back to unhook my black bra and then it too joined the shirt on the rock. His soft intake of breath spurred me on to be more brazen. My nipples hardened, not only by the cool air caressing my skin, but also by the heated look within his eyes. I turned my back to him, bent over to untie my boots, and each one along with the socks came off. I peeked back from time to time to see his expression. His pants were undone now but he was just standing there now watching me as I undid my own pants. Slowly I slid them down over my rear end revealing the black thong I wore. His hands on the sensitive flesh of my ass sent me sighing with pleasure. I stepped out of the pants and they too settled with the other discarded clothing.
His fingers hooked in the waistband of the panties, lips pressed to the warm flesh of my ass, and I could not help but to moan. Goddess, this man was driving me crazy, I thought as I tried to remain collected as I could. The panties slid slowly down my legs, his fingertips brushing my skin on the way down. I straightened as I stepped out of the panties and looked coyly over my shoulder. Dear Goddess, he stood there nude and looking like some savage God come to ravish me. His cock was hard, curving upward towards his belly, and precum glistened on the tip. My control snapped as I turned around my hands found his shoulders and his hands caught me about the waist.
“You are so damn beautiful.” He breathed as his lips came to press against my stomach. Then his lips found a hardened nipple and his tongue slid around the hard nub making me weak in the knees. I leaned against him as his arms wrapped around me and he suckled one nipple, then the other. I was in heaven, a hot smoldering, bordering on nuclear heaven and I wanted more. My hands slid over his shoulders, then through his hair, and my long hair tumbled down my back in soft black and red waves.
His lips left my swollen tingling nipples and the tip of his tongue made a wet trail down to my heat. My teeth were clenched with anticipation, I wanted to feel his tongue just slide through my slit, and bury itself deep within me. A small teasing taste right where my sensitive nub was nestled and I moaned, thrusting my hips towards him. A soft moan of pleasure from him sent my senses reeling even more.
“Sit down.” He commanded in a voice rough with his own desire.
His shirt was pulled out of the pile of clothes for me to sit on and his hands gently pushed my knees apart. He leaned in between my legs as I perched on the edge of the rock. Lips pressed to mine in a hot kiss then they were gone and drifting downward. Gentle kisses between my breasts, along my stomach, and then his tongue slid the entire length of my slit. I cried out, arching my back with the pleasure, and he was pleased by it. Soon I was lost in wild waves of sensation as his tongue licked the folds of my slit. Gentle suction on that sensitive nub got me squirming and I panted out.
“I want you inside me, Goddess please.”
His deep animal like growl of pleasure sounded so primitive, yet so exciting to me as he leaned back. Our eyes met, blue and green alive with wild desire and we smiled at one another.
“Your wish is my command sweetling.”
I looked down between my legs to see his hard length and I reached down to caress him. Velvety smooth with steel underneath, it always fascinated me how a man’s shaft felt. He sighed with pleasure as I caressed his length, hefting his balls in one hand, and I knew what I wanted now.
Sliding off the rock, pushing him back a step or two, I kneeled in the pine needles and took his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled over the purple head, tasting the salty precum that was there, and then trailing the length of his shaft. One hand caressed his balls, while the other stroked the shaft. He was sighing and moaning in pleasure at my ministrations on his cock. He was watching me and with a saucy smile up at him I took his entire shaft into my mouth. His cry of pleasure echoed through the clearing and his hands tangled in my long hair.
“Damn woman, slow down…no…I want to be inside you..” He panted as he pushed me back gently. His chest rose and fell quickly as he watched me kneeling before him. Lifting me back onto the rock, he brushed the pine needles off my knees, and leaned between my legs. Our eyes met, locked in heated desire, I shuddered as I felt the head of his cock press to my pussy opening. Eyes never breaking contact he slid his large length into me, stretching me wide, and I sighed with pleasure.
“God, you feel so good…so tight…” His words came breathlessly as he slid all the way into me.
I was on fire, I was being consumed by the need to cum and I wriggled against him. A soft groan from him and soon he was moving in and out of me slowly. I watched his cock disappear into me and then slide out, it was so erotic, and I never wanted this to end. Never had I been so aroused, so alive, and so wet. His strokes became deeper and harder. A thin sheen of sweat covered his brow and shoulders, and I loved it. My hands roamed his chest, swirling over his hard male nipples, tugging on the nipple rings, touching the shaft of his cock as it slid into me, and stroking my clit. He leaned forward, lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss, and his cock slammed into me deeper and deeper. I was losing control quickly and I moaned my pleasure into his mouth. Lips disappeared from my own but they found purchase on my neck where I whimpered with desire. This was incredible. My body felt like it was filled with molten lava and was about to explode like a volcano. I squirmed and met each one of his strokes. His panting beside my ear came faster and when he shuddered against me I cried out.
I was on fire, I was being consumed by the need to cum and I wriggled against him. A soft groan from him and soon he was moving in and out of me slowly. I watched his cock disappear into me and then slide out, it was so erotic, and I never wanted this to end. Never had I been so aroused, so alive, and so wet. His strokes became deeper and harder. A thin sheen of sweat covered his brow and shoulders, and I loved it. My hands roamed his chest, swirling over his hard male nipples, tugging on the nipple rings, touching the shaft of his cock as it slid into me, and stroking my clit. He leaned forward, lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss, and his cock slammed into me deeper and deeper. I was losing control quickly and I moaned my pleasure into his mouth. Lips disappeared from my own but they found purchase on my neck where I whimpered with desire. This was incredible. My body felt like it was filled with molten lava and was about to explode like a volcano. I squirmed and met each one of his strokes. His panting beside my ear came faster and when he shuddered against me I cried out.
“Oh yes, now baby now.”
My orgasm was waves of the most intense pleasure I had ever known crashed over me. My body tightened about his cock, my hands clutching his bulging arms, and I dimly heard his own cry of release mingled with my own. I felt his cock twitch deep inside me and I was soon flooded with his cum. Pin pricks of light danced behind my closed lids as the pleasure continued to roll over me again and again. I had never had an orgasm where I did not rub my clit. This was something new, something deeper, and I was reveling in it.
He stilled and sighed softly against me. His arms wrapped about me tightly he picked me up, turned, sat on the rock, and kept me tight against him. His cock had not gone soft within me and I squirmed in a new rush of pleasure. I was shocked that I could feel such so soon.
I rested my head on his shoulder and let my breathing come back to normal. I tingled all over from the orgasm and I could feel him tremble now and again against me.
“That was intense.” He said softly against my hair as his hands caressed my back and legs.
“Oh yeah, the most intense I have ever known.” I said against his skin.
Adult Fiction: A Warrior Kneels
*Disclaimer* This is adult content so please be aware of very sexual situations and if you are offended easily do not read* Thankyou.
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The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, lithe grace.
Her gloved hand remained upon the hilt of her sword and with one gesture of her other hand the black warhorse melted into the trees at the edge of the creekside.
She stepped into the underbrush on the opposite side of where the horse went and she grew still and waited as the one who approached sounded like a whole army. She knew it was one person, mounted and not being wary nor quiet and that puzzled her as the lands were in a grave state of unrest at this time.
Green eyes watched the brown horse come into the clearing and the man atop the horse slid off with a jingle of spurs and mail. She could see the light sword strapped to his back and his long dark hair was bound into a pony tail. He knelt at the waters edge and drank from his cupped hands but she knew he knew she was present and she tensed, ready to fight.
The man rose with a warriors grace and his hands went to his hips as he spoke directly to the bush she was hidden in.
"Come out of there now, or I'll have to go in and get you out." His voice was hard and filled with annoyance. She began to move out of the bush but an explosion from the trees at the other side of the clearing brought the warrior to spin about, sword being drawn swiftly.
Her warhorse slammed him to the ground with a massive shoulder then his teeth nipped and herded the other horse to the far side of the clearing where he stomped and snorted with anger.
Her hand grabbed the other sword then drew her own and with a swift movement she came from the bush to press the point of her blade to the mans throat as he laid on the moss covered ground.
His blue eyes widened as he saw this woman, dressed from head to toe in leather and the movement of her small form brought spurs to jingling.
"Yield and state your business." Her voice was laced with steel and the point of her blade remained steady at his throat. He could see this woman was not to be trifled with for even with her small size she was a seasoned warrior.
"Milady, I was just stopping for a drink. I am with Lord Barris as he is traveling to the capitol to see the King."
She listened to the man as he laid under the point of her sword then snorted and stepped back. With a swift movement her sword is sheathed at her side but she still holds his within her grasp as easily as he would.
"Get up then and be off." Her voice brooked no argument.
He rose slowly but his blue gaze had to admire the beauty before him. Lean and strong she was but he knew that fiery red hair so tightly plaited down her back would be glorious under the sun if let to hang loosely down her back. Her eyes were like green spring grass and he felt himself staring at her longer than was proper as he dusted himself off.
An angry snort from behind him brought him to a standstill as he knew it was that devil of a warhorse there and he knew that animal would bite his head off if he made even the smallest gesture towards his mistress.
She noted his attentions upon her and an uncharacteristic flush appeared on her cheeks. Tio was behind him now and he pawed at the ground getting the mans attention so she was able to examine him further. He was tall and well built as any warrior would be but his eyes were so very blue, like sapphires. His dark hair was bound and hung down his back, she wanted to run her fingers through it. Shocked at her thoughts she called to the horse.
"Tio, stand down." The warhorse stepped back and snapped his teeth one last time at the man then went back to harass the other brown gelding.
He watched the devil horse go back to torment his horse and he spun to face her. "Get that beast off my horse. He is no warhorse and is terrified." He barked to her obviously displeased with the state of things.
A smirk appeared on her ruby lips and he had an itch to wipe it off her face but not with a slap but a kiss.
"Why aren't you on a warhorse? Or cant you handle one?" Her voice was teasing and slightly derisive.
His blue eyes blazed with a growing anger as he glanced to her. "I ride Ulther out of preference and he may not be a warhorse but he is my friend so call off the beast." He growled at her.
A snort escaped her and then she called to the warhorse. "Tio, stop. Leave the poor horse alone." Black ears swiveled back and forth a moment and he seemed to almost want to disobey her but then with one last nip to the flank of the brown horse he wandered off to drink from the stream.
He could see she was enjoying this a bit too much and it irritated him to no end. He wanted to take her over his knee and paddle her but for some unknown reason he wanted to see how strong she really was.
Her gaze shifted back to him and she grinned at his discomfort. Her strides take her to stand before him, her spurs grow silent as she looked up at him with that grin.
"You are angry. Tell me your name angry one." Her grin was wide, her green eyes sparkled and he swallowed as unusual desires came over him at that moment. He wanted to grab her into his arms and kiss her but he felt he needed her permission. For some reason he needed her approval of what he did. His frustration grew and his anger boiled.
"You haven't a need to know who I am." He snapped at her and crossed his arms over his chest to show his defiance.
One delicate brow rose at his refusal to tell her his name and with a move faster than he had ever seen he was on his arse once again. Her knee was in the center of his chest and a dagger laid to his throat as her green gaze blazed at him.
"There is a reason why you will not tell me your name? Or are you a spy?" Her face was inches from his and he thought about how fast he could roll her off him before her wicked blade sliced too much into his flesh. Then on impulse he braved the bite of the blade to press his lips to hers in a kiss.
Her whole body went stiff as his lips pressed to hers and the blade in her hand did not move. Without thinking she leaned back into that kiss and savored the taste of his lips against hers.
He felt a thrill rush through his body at the acceptance of the kiss then he pulled his lips a scant inch from hers to whisper. "Remove the blade milady and I shall tell you my name. But I will also ask for yours."
The blade was removed and their eyes met seeking a reason for this attraction between one another. His voice still soft floated to her ears. "My name is Lord Alexander Barris milady and I am at your service." He flashed a bright smile at her.
Her smile reappeared as she remained atop him but lessened the pressure of her knee on his chest. "I am Captain Silk of the Arris Guard to the King."
She shifted her knee so that her legs now straddled him but he did not dare move. Being of the elite guard to the King he knew she could slit his throat with nary a move as she is well armed and trained. His mind began to wander as her small form was now pressed a bit more intimately against him. He noted the gleam within her green eyes and decided to take a chance with that gleam. His hands lifted to settle atop her leatherclad thighs and then he slowly caressed her strong muscles he could feel shifting underneath the fabric.
Her eyes narrowed at the movement of his hands but then the sensations that were created sent her desire raging. Her mind focused on one thing and that was to take this man here and now.
Faced lowered to his she whispered against his lips. "I want you to undress for me, I want to see every inch of you."
To his ears those whispered words were a seductive purr from a siren and he had no will, he must obey. As she stood up he rose as well undoing his mail but their eyes remain locked upon one another. The mail settled to a nearby rock with a clink of metal then his shirt followed.
Green eyes fixed upon him as each piece of clothing was slipped off his body and she could see he indeed was a warrior. Faint white scars ran over his shoulder to a larger puckered scar at the shoulder where she knew he had been stabbed. That gaze continued over his chest then down to his manhood which was hard and jutting out from a nest of dark curls.
He stood before her naked and felt like his soul had been taken possession of. He did not want to move unless she wished it, he did not want to utter a sound so the spell of the moment would not disappear. Blue eyes widened as he noted her removal of clothes and the desire that simmered within him now became an inferno. But still he did not move even when she stretched her arms above her head and he watched those glorious muscles contract. Even when she unbound her hair and the sunlight made it look as if a halo of fire had surrounded her. He was mesmerized, lost to this warrioress and needed to be within her power.
Her hands settled to his chest and she smiled as he flinched as if touched with a searing heat. Another of those sultry whispers to him as her ruby lips hovered near his neck. "I am going to have a lot of fun with you milord." Then her lips pressed to his skin and he moved then, oh yes. His arms wrapped about her and yanked her small form against his so he could feel her silken skin.
Her tongue tortured his neck, then his ear and the shivers would not stop rushing through him. The commanding whisper floated into his mind through a haze of passion. "Kneel my sweet, kneel." He did as was bided knowing within him that it was right. his face was level with her heat and his heart pounded as he ached to taste her sweetness.
Hands tangled into his hair then he was being pushed towards her heat and as his lips came into contact with those sweet petals he moaned softly.
His hands reached around to cup her rear as his tongue snaked into her already wet womanhood. The sensation made her eyes close and a hiss of pleasure escape her. His tongue swirled about her clit and she squirmed under the assault. She could feel his need growing and she adored the way he was losing control of his passion. He gripped her harder to him, his tongue delved deeper within her heat tasting the sweet juices that flowed freely over his tongue.
His manhood ached with such need that he felt he would perish if she would not relieve him or he was allowed to relive him self. Suddenly she was out of his grasp and he looked up at her with a pleading gaze. Her fingers dipped into her own heat and he watched fascinated as she pleasured herself. His hand reached for his own throbbing manhood but a shake of her head stopped him and another moan of frustration was heard from him. It never occurred to him that he could just take this woman, do to her as he pleased. Somehow this woman had captured his soul and the only thing he wanted was to be owned by her and please her beyond anything she had ever known. Her words hit him like a blow from a fist and a heat washed over him. "Lay on your back my sweet lord." She had uttered and when she positioned herself over his manhood he whimpered.
Her small hand wrapped about his length, feeling the velvety skin of him and the throbbing need that was about to explode. A lick of her lips as her eyes remained fixed to him she placed the head of his manhood right at the wet entrance to her cleft. A shift of his body under her and she smiled a sultry smile then sat fully back on his length.
A loud gasp escaped him as her tight wet heat surrounded him suddenly. The sensation almost set him off immediately but he knew she would be displeased if he was spent so soon so he gritted his teeth and moved with her.
She lifted his hands to her breasts and sighed with pleasure as his fingers began to pinch her nipples. She rode him hard and her nails dug into his shoulders as the passion rose to a fever pitch within her.
"Nice and hard my sweet one, hard." Her voice was steel sheathed in velvet and he obliged her command and thrusted hard into her.
Soon the pleasure was at its peak for the both of them, his length buried within her deeply and her velvet sheath clamped about his shaft. Growling to him she rode harder. "Fill me with your release now my sweet one, now." Her head was tossed back and she cried out with the explosion of pleasure that washed over her.
He felt her heat tighten about him and that set him off to his release. His seed spilled into her with such force and the waves of pleasure made him moan and whimper with wildness.
They clung to one another as the tremors subsided and the sun beat down on their sweat slicked bodies.
She laid upon him then a soft chuckle escaped her.
"I am pleased my sweet, very pleased. You are better than I would have imagined." Her voice sent shivers through him and he actually beamed at her praise. He kept his arms about her tightly and just enjoyed her weight upon him and wondered what was to come next within the grasp of this warrioress.
Her gloved hand remained upon the hilt of her sword and with one gesture of her other hand the black warhorse melted into the trees at the edge of the creekside.
She stepped into the underbrush on the opposite side of where the horse went and she grew still and waited as the one who approached sounded like a whole army. She knew it was one person, mounted and not being wary nor quiet and that puzzled her as the lands were in a grave state of unrest at this time.
Green eyes watched the brown horse come into the clearing and the man atop the horse slid off with a jingle of spurs and mail. She could see the light sword strapped to his back and his long dark hair was bound into a pony tail. He knelt at the waters edge and drank from his cupped hands but she knew he knew she was present and she tensed, ready to fight.
The man rose with a warriors grace and his hands went to his hips as he spoke directly to the bush she was hidden in.
"Come out of there now, or I'll have to go in and get you out." His voice was hard and filled with annoyance. She began to move out of the bush but an explosion from the trees at the other side of the clearing brought the warrior to spin about, sword being drawn swiftly.
Her warhorse slammed him to the ground with a massive shoulder then his teeth nipped and herded the other horse to the far side of the clearing where he stomped and snorted with anger.
Her hand grabbed the other sword then drew her own and with a swift movement she came from the bush to press the point of her blade to the mans throat as he laid on the moss covered ground.
His blue eyes widened as he saw this woman, dressed from head to toe in leather and the movement of her small form brought spurs to jingling.
"Yield and state your business." Her voice was laced with steel and the point of her blade remained steady at his throat. He could see this woman was not to be trifled with for even with her small size she was a seasoned warrior.
"Milady, I was just stopping for a drink. I am with Lord Barris as he is traveling to the capitol to see the King."
She listened to the man as he laid under the point of her sword then snorted and stepped back. With a swift movement her sword is sheathed at her side but she still holds his within her grasp as easily as he would.
"Get up then and be off." Her voice brooked no argument.
He rose slowly but his blue gaze had to admire the beauty before him. Lean and strong she was but he knew that fiery red hair so tightly plaited down her back would be glorious under the sun if let to hang loosely down her back. Her eyes were like green spring grass and he felt himself staring at her longer than was proper as he dusted himself off.
An angry snort from behind him brought him to a standstill as he knew it was that devil of a warhorse there and he knew that animal would bite his head off if he made even the smallest gesture towards his mistress.
She noted his attentions upon her and an uncharacteristic flush appeared on her cheeks. Tio was behind him now and he pawed at the ground getting the mans attention so she was able to examine him further. He was tall and well built as any warrior would be but his eyes were so very blue, like sapphires. His dark hair was bound and hung down his back, she wanted to run her fingers through it. Shocked at her thoughts she called to the horse.
"Tio, stand down." The warhorse stepped back and snapped his teeth one last time at the man then went back to harass the other brown gelding.
He watched the devil horse go back to torment his horse and he spun to face her. "Get that beast off my horse. He is no warhorse and is terrified." He barked to her obviously displeased with the state of things.
A smirk appeared on her ruby lips and he had an itch to wipe it off her face but not with a slap but a kiss.
"Why aren't you on a warhorse? Or cant you handle one?" Her voice was teasing and slightly derisive.
His blue eyes blazed with a growing anger as he glanced to her. "I ride Ulther out of preference and he may not be a warhorse but he is my friend so call off the beast." He growled at her.
A snort escaped her and then she called to the warhorse. "Tio, stop. Leave the poor horse alone." Black ears swiveled back and forth a moment and he seemed to almost want to disobey her but then with one last nip to the flank of the brown horse he wandered off to drink from the stream.
He could see she was enjoying this a bit too much and it irritated him to no end. He wanted to take her over his knee and paddle her but for some unknown reason he wanted to see how strong she really was.
Her gaze shifted back to him and she grinned at his discomfort. Her strides take her to stand before him, her spurs grow silent as she looked up at him with that grin.
"You are angry. Tell me your name angry one." Her grin was wide, her green eyes sparkled and he swallowed as unusual desires came over him at that moment. He wanted to grab her into his arms and kiss her but he felt he needed her permission. For some reason he needed her approval of what he did. His frustration grew and his anger boiled.
"You haven't a need to know who I am." He snapped at her and crossed his arms over his chest to show his defiance.
One delicate brow rose at his refusal to tell her his name and with a move faster than he had ever seen he was on his arse once again. Her knee was in the center of his chest and a dagger laid to his throat as her green gaze blazed at him.
"There is a reason why you will not tell me your name? Or are you a spy?" Her face was inches from his and he thought about how fast he could roll her off him before her wicked blade sliced too much into his flesh. Then on impulse he braved the bite of the blade to press his lips to hers in a kiss.
Her whole body went stiff as his lips pressed to hers and the blade in her hand did not move. Without thinking she leaned back into that kiss and savored the taste of his lips against hers.
He felt a thrill rush through his body at the acceptance of the kiss then he pulled his lips a scant inch from hers to whisper. "Remove the blade milady and I shall tell you my name. But I will also ask for yours."
The blade was removed and their eyes met seeking a reason for this attraction between one another. His voice still soft floated to her ears. "My name is Lord Alexander Barris milady and I am at your service." He flashed a bright smile at her.
Her smile reappeared as she remained atop him but lessened the pressure of her knee on his chest. "I am Captain Silk of the Arris Guard to the King."
She shifted her knee so that her legs now straddled him but he did not dare move. Being of the elite guard to the King he knew she could slit his throat with nary a move as she is well armed and trained. His mind began to wander as her small form was now pressed a bit more intimately against him. He noted the gleam within her green eyes and decided to take a chance with that gleam. His hands lifted to settle atop her leatherclad thighs and then he slowly caressed her strong muscles he could feel shifting underneath the fabric.
Her eyes narrowed at the movement of his hands but then the sensations that were created sent her desire raging. Her mind focused on one thing and that was to take this man here and now.
Faced lowered to his she whispered against his lips. "I want you to undress for me, I want to see every inch of you."
To his ears those whispered words were a seductive purr from a siren and he had no will, he must obey. As she stood up he rose as well undoing his mail but their eyes remain locked upon one another. The mail settled to a nearby rock with a clink of metal then his shirt followed.
Green eyes fixed upon him as each piece of clothing was slipped off his body and she could see he indeed was a warrior. Faint white scars ran over his shoulder to a larger puckered scar at the shoulder where she knew he had been stabbed. That gaze continued over his chest then down to his manhood which was hard and jutting out from a nest of dark curls.
He stood before her naked and felt like his soul had been taken possession of. He did not want to move unless she wished it, he did not want to utter a sound so the spell of the moment would not disappear. Blue eyes widened as he noted her removal of clothes and the desire that simmered within him now became an inferno. But still he did not move even when she stretched her arms above her head and he watched those glorious muscles contract. Even when she unbound her hair and the sunlight made it look as if a halo of fire had surrounded her. He was mesmerized, lost to this warrioress and needed to be within her power.
Her hands settled to his chest and she smiled as he flinched as if touched with a searing heat. Another of those sultry whispers to him as her ruby lips hovered near his neck. "I am going to have a lot of fun with you milord." Then her lips pressed to his skin and he moved then, oh yes. His arms wrapped about her and yanked her small form against his so he could feel her silken skin.
Her tongue tortured his neck, then his ear and the shivers would not stop rushing through him. The commanding whisper floated into his mind through a haze of passion. "Kneel my sweet, kneel." He did as was bided knowing within him that it was right. his face was level with her heat and his heart pounded as he ached to taste her sweetness.
Hands tangled into his hair then he was being pushed towards her heat and as his lips came into contact with those sweet petals he moaned softly.
His hands reached around to cup her rear as his tongue snaked into her already wet womanhood. The sensation made her eyes close and a hiss of pleasure escape her. His tongue swirled about her clit and she squirmed under the assault. She could feel his need growing and she adored the way he was losing control of his passion. He gripped her harder to him, his tongue delved deeper within her heat tasting the sweet juices that flowed freely over his tongue.
His manhood ached with such need that he felt he would perish if she would not relieve him or he was allowed to relive him self. Suddenly she was out of his grasp and he looked up at her with a pleading gaze. Her fingers dipped into her own heat and he watched fascinated as she pleasured herself. His hand reached for his own throbbing manhood but a shake of her head stopped him and another moan of frustration was heard from him. It never occurred to him that he could just take this woman, do to her as he pleased. Somehow this woman had captured his soul and the only thing he wanted was to be owned by her and please her beyond anything she had ever known. Her words hit him like a blow from a fist and a heat washed over him. "Lay on your back my sweet lord." She had uttered and when she positioned herself over his manhood he whimpered.
Her small hand wrapped about his length, feeling the velvety skin of him and the throbbing need that was about to explode. A lick of her lips as her eyes remained fixed to him she placed the head of his manhood right at the wet entrance to her cleft. A shift of his body under her and she smiled a sultry smile then sat fully back on his length.
A loud gasp escaped him as her tight wet heat surrounded him suddenly. The sensation almost set him off immediately but he knew she would be displeased if he was spent so soon so he gritted his teeth and moved with her.
She lifted his hands to her breasts and sighed with pleasure as his fingers began to pinch her nipples. She rode him hard and her nails dug into his shoulders as the passion rose to a fever pitch within her.
"Nice and hard my sweet one, hard." Her voice was steel sheathed in velvet and he obliged her command and thrusted hard into her.
Soon the pleasure was at its peak for the both of them, his length buried within her deeply and her velvet sheath clamped about his shaft. Growling to him she rode harder. "Fill me with your release now my sweet one, now." Her head was tossed back and she cried out with the explosion of pleasure that washed over her.
He felt her heat tighten about him and that set him off to his release. His seed spilled into her with such force and the waves of pleasure made him moan and whimper with wildness.
They clung to one another as the tremors subsided and the sun beat down on their sweat slicked bodies.
She laid upon him then a soft chuckle escaped her.
"I am pleased my sweet, very pleased. You are better than I would have imagined." Her voice sent shivers through him and he actually beamed at her praise. He kept his arms about her tightly and just enjoyed her weight upon him and wondered what was to come next within the grasp of this warrioress.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Yellowstone, My Favorite Place
For many years I have headed to this wonderland and gawed, with the rest of the tourists, at the geysers, animals and raw beauty. I have been to this place twice a year for the past 20 years. This year was the first year I have not been to my favorite place. This year was a milestone in my life, 20 years of marriage, so we decided to get brave and head out of the country. This was no small feat with my control issues and anxiety disorder. But, now that I have all of those things tamed I decided, what the hell lets go to Mexico on a cruise. So we did and had the best time of our lives. Then, the daughter, missing out on the cruise was hoping for a trip so we suprised her with a halloween Disneyland trip which was as magical as it sounds.
Now I stare at my past Yellowstone pictures and miss my favorite place.
One year while at Yellowstone we had driven the motorhome up from Salt Lake City and parked it in the West Yellowstone KOA. We had dragged our little Ford Aspire behind it so we had something to drive through the park with. One thing about our little car, well, it was little. Sitting in an animal jam I got to see just how little it truly was as I watched a buffalo come up next to us on the road. He stood there eyeing us with one big brown eye, his shaggy coat littered with grass and dust. I wondered if he would consider Blue Thunder (of course we had to name the little car) a threat to his masculinity. Well, he did not and kept moving along the side of the road. This animal jam was a doozy and as usual it was caused by buffalo. In the narrow, winding road that leads North from Madison Junction to Norris Geyser Basin the buffalo cannot do anything but walk down the road. Well, they mosey, as buffalo tend to do out here in the west and sometimes they will have a stand off. I have seen buffalo fight during the rut, quite the spectacle but this time it was a stand off between a buffalo and a small, white car. The buffalo and car were nose to nose in the roadway and that was the jam. As we creeped by I watched the driver gesturing to his wife, hands thrown in the air as if to say, "What? Where do you want me to go!" I wanted to tell the guy, dude the buffalo will win. I never found out who won that standoff but I am sure a ranger came by and took pity on the poor, fragile car and shuffled the buffalo off.
Next year, Yellowstone for sure. I need to sit among the lodgepole pines and meditate. I need to stand on the edge of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone and contemplate what a small creature I truly am in the face of Mother Nature.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
My New Obsession
I joined the Echelon community and have been trying to be a good member of the street team but there is not one, offically, in Utah. Sometimes I feel this place is a musical wasteland where if you do not listen to country you do not count. I do my best by promoting the band's video's and such on my facebook and other social networking sites. I have never had this sort of medium to help a band out, in the old days it was just buy the vinyl and concert tickets to support. I feel like I want to promote what moves me and now I can do so. Their CD This is War is fantastic. I have listened to it so much that I know the words to the songs and sing them aloud in my truck as I head here and there. I have been dragging my friends heads down to my headphones saying, check this out. They humor me, but they love their country music and that is fine. Music is music. The reason there is so many different kinds out there is so that the music can speak to the individual. Seems to me to be a lot like religion: there are so many so that we all may find our path to God/Goddess/Higher Power/Universe. It is all a way for us to connect to that light within.
I do stop and wonder at my level of obsession. I thought about how many 'rock stars' I have met over the years as a hardcore groupie and I realized I had gotten over the 'thrill' a long time ago. I really had no desire to meet anyone....until now. Right now the chance to meet them is in my face but I am not thinking it will happen. The New Year's Eve show in Las Vegas has Golden Tickets left but they are pricey. To me it is worth it, to others it is not and after a year of Mexican Riviera cruises and Disneyland, to take off for another monster trip to Vegas is tough to justify.
I waffle back and forth, do I want to tarnish the image I have in my head of these people or should I just hang out at home, listening to the music and day dreaming how they would even react to little ol' me.
Touring non-stop throughout the world, taking on every stress that has to come at them fast and hard, I am sure they are not warm and fuzzy at the meet and greets. Not that they do not care about those fans who do come to see them, but they are tired, thinking of home or thinking of getting on stage to do what they were born to do.
Do I envy a rockstar? No. I would not want their fast paced life. I like the background, I like to be the instrument in hand to make things happen. Such as writing the script, the lyrics, the poem.
Do I appreciate them? Of course. I appreciate the baring of their souls to bring to us the ills or joys of the world. To give us the pathway to see the world through their eyes, which in turn may open our own.
Music is life. Every moment of every day music rains down upon us. So many miss the symphony of the day that I feel pity. Each leaf rustling, the wind howling, the click of a car door down the road, the sound of a train whistle in the distance, these things all come together to create the music of life. So many do not stop to listen, they do not hear our world singing to us every moment of every day. Even the clicking of my fingers upon these keys while I type this is a chours of joy as I am able to pour out my words.
I put my vibration out to the Universe that perhaps someday I will stand before my soul friends, Jared, Shannon, and Tomo, and can properly thank them for their sacrifice to me so that I may hear the world through their souls. And I hope that they will hear me as a voice but something tells me that they will. They listen as well as they sing.
Thanks 30 Seconds to Mars
Whatever you are, be the best * Abraham Lincoln
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
As I Start to Walk
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