Sunday, 28 July 2013

A Leave of Absence

If you are a regular follower of my blog, you've noticed a definite decline in my posting. There's a reason, my day job has gone into overdrive and I am using any spare time to scoop together my sanity rather than write, edit, post, or do much of anything beyond laundry. I apologize to my tribemates for not sharing you as I usually do. I apologize to my readers for not posting or working on the next installment of Blue Moon House. I know you all will excuse me as I step back and wait for the season to pass. I will be back. It just won't be until September. Thank you for all your support and I'll see you again soon!

Saturday, 27 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

A strange image filled my dreams these days. Traffic flowing in two directions. Go forward, or go back, staying still wasn't an option. I was smart enough to know what my subconscious was trying to tell me. I had to move. Limbo wouldn't last and events would carry me in one direction or another if I didn't choose one for myself. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to go forward, with Peter. So I was.

Jamie and I couldn't seem to stop hugging me. She and Brian had been together a month, but she wasn't ready to move in with him. I, however, hadn't spent a night here in the last week. My clothes migrated quickly to Peter's as I took a change with me, and left the dirty there to be washed.

He hadn't proposed to me, the only thorn in my side. We were living like a married couple, but he hadn't taken that one step to tell the world that was what we would be. I hadn't asked him about it; we had only been a couple a month ourselves. Once, that was probably a reasonable courtship, but these days people dated for years without talking about marriage. Not me. I trusted him when he said he wanted to be with him forever. I recognized the look in his eyes as he helped me prepare a meal, when he watched me settle with a book in the living room. He didn't want me to go.

Mary, like Jamie, knew that a change had occurred. After all, I hadn't needed a ride for the last week and a half. She was the only one at the office who knew. I thought we did an excellent job in remaining professional. No one else had commented, and Mary was keen enough to wait until we were alone to bring it up. In fact, we exchanged more email on it than anything else. She was happy for us, but reminded me that the office policy did not look fondly on intra-office relations. So I shouldn't have been surprised when Gary called me into his office.

"Beth, I have good news and bad news." His smile was huge.

I put one hand on a hip, knowing he was playing me. "Bad news?"

Monday, 22 July 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Memories

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Terrance growled as he lunged atop her. Her stockings were still in place when he pushed her leg aside.

“Trust me,” he whispered. “We can't contract trust, but it is the most important thing you can give me.” Then he growled again, and violently pushed her into the bed.

Her vision swam with red. Memories smothered her. Angry hands, belts with buckles that tore and stung, a thick rod of flesh being rammed into her. Told she was worthless, a useless girl. Told she could never be equal to a man. Proving they were superior, superior torturers, by holding her chin open as they thrust into her mouth. Burning as they violated her anally.

“No! Stop! I can't!”

Terrance did stop, backing up. “Those words could easily be part of the play. This is why we need to trust each other.”

“Play?” she asked, her voice high and frightened. She was still caught in the memory of her rape. “There is nothing playful about-”

“There is here,” he tried to explain, putting a finger to her lips. “Some women, and men, enjoy the idea of being out of their own control and under someone else's. There is a freedom in it.”

Saturday, 20 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

Beth followed me into the shower. I couldn't help my eyes eating up every one of her curves: her hip, the slight pouch of her belly, her waist, her breasts, her cheeks. She was simply perfect. She fit me perfectly.

She crossed her arms, pursing her lips a little. "I'm getting cold again," she reminded me.

Shaking my head to clear it, I started the shower.

A few times, I had considered remodelling this bathroom to put a stall in place of the shower and tub combo. Now I was glad I hadn't. Although she would have had to press against me in a small stall, we fit much more easily in the tub. I pulled the head from the hook on the wall to run it down her back, over her butt, unable to resist the urge to run my fingers over it as well.

"Lots of mud there?" she asked with a smirk.

"Tons," I said soberly, cupping a cheek, pulling her closer. "I don't know how I'll get you clean enough."

She laughed, squirting a bit of my body wash into her hands. Inhaling, a small smile came to her lips. "This is good stuff," she murmured, putting her palms to my chest and working up a lather.

My mouth opened as her hands roamed over me. She bit her lip occasionally, never really taking her eyes from me. I grabbed the shampoo in one hand, fixing the shower head in place again with the other.

As I twisted, her hand cupped my ass, then slapped it suddenly. I gasped, feeling my dick twitch and harden.

She didn't seem to notice, giggling as she rubbed body wash over my belly. She rubbed her own then, washing away the splatter I'd left on her.

I caught my breath and turned back to her, squirting the shampoo in my hand and sliding past her, letting her stand under the falling water. As we squeezed by one another, I felt her nipples draw a line across my chest, her thighs rub against mine, her hands guiding my step. Could I keep her here? Would she do this with me every day? Could I be so lucky?

Monday, 15 July 2013

#tantalizingtuesday — Unwanted Facial

His ejaculate coated her face. It flew into her hair, onto her breasts. She pulled her hands to her face, trying not to scream, trying to stay calm. Normally it wouldn't bother her to wear a man's seed, but hanging like this, she was already on edge.

Masculine arms came under her shoulders, lifting her. His free hand untied her legs, letting her fall against him. As he carried her to the tub, she noticed Sophia standing nearby, empty kettle dangling from her fingers.

“You're all right,” Harry whispered. “You did amazing.”

Jocelyn splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the semen and the tears. The water was blessedly hot, just short of scalding. She shook her head from side to side. Nails bit into her wrists as her hands were pried away. She found herself staring into Sophia's jewel-like eyes.

“You are fine,” she said with authority. “You are not less. You are not trash. You are proud. You did this. You chose this. You gave and now you have received. This is not a sign you are powerless. It is a sign that you grant power, power that is now and is always yours.”

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Saturday, 13 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up

I felt a little nervous stepping out into Peter's garage. I took off my shoes there, not wanting to drag mud through his house. Then I pulled off my jacket at the door.

"Maybe you should just hose me off outside," I suggested with a grin.

He laughed. "That sounds like a terrible idea." He pulled off his jacket and shirt.

I stopped, staring for a moment at his bare chest, then his bare back as he pulled off his shoes. They were ruined, I noticed, bending to them.

He straightened suddenly, nearly clipping my chin with his head. "What are you doing?" he asked, alarmed. "Your shoes," I moaned.

He pulled me up, kicking off the remaining shoe. "They're old. I expected they wouldn't stay clean. Don't worry."

I met his eyes and found truth. He wasn't saying it to appease me. Then I noticed his chest again and licked my lips, nervous.

"No pressure," he urged me. "There are two bathrooms. You can have the one down here, if you like."

It took a moment for me to look up at him, but when I did, I smiled broadly. "That sounds like a terrible idea," I mimicked.

He chuckled, but not for long, as I continued my imitation of him, removing my own muddy shirt and following with the pants. Standing in my underwear, I felt goosebumps break out all over me.

I gave him at least a full minute to stare. I kept my hands at my sides for the first twenty seconds before crossing them over my pert nipples. They showed dark through the lacy fabric of my bra, but I tried not to be embarrassed; he certainly wasn't declining the show. Still, it was not warm in the garage. "Shower. Hot. Now." I got cranky when I got cold.

He snapped up suddenly. "Yes, mistress."

Friday, 12 July 2013

Saturday #Afterdark - Vengeance

Once over her shock, Irene hurried to tend the carcass and begin cooking it. From the smell, her rosemary and sage had completely covered the smell of Monkshood. No one should know anything was out of the ordinary until their stomachs all seized. The infected would all die within the day. Less, as she planned to help them all.
"Irene. Come here."
Sighing, Irene turned the spit once more before hurrying to Christian. Any longer a delay would be costly.
"Happy Easter," he said, eyes bright.
"Happy Easter," she echoed, forcing her face into a smile.
"Do you have a kiss for your husband?"
She set her jaw, but pursed her lips, rising slightly to brush her lips against his.
He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest. Using lips and tongue, her forced her mouth open. She didn't fight the intrusion, allowing his tongue to sweep over her teeth and tongue.
"Yes, that's my wife. Preparing for the feast?" he asked.
"Yes," she said in relief. "It will be ready in an hour or two."
"Perfect. What do you have for me in the meantime?" He rubbed his hands together. His handsome face took on a hint of mischief. If he hadn't been her enemy, she might have found it endearing. 
Thanking Mary silently, she proffered the fancy braided loaf.
"That looks wonderful," he said, taking bread and arm, pulling her further from her fire. "But not what I have a taste for."

Thursday, 11 July 2013

#FFF - Flasher Fiction Friday

With her eyes closed, she fought anxiety. The lists racing through her mind were not helping. Tools, commands, none of it was new, but everything had to be perfect.

“Breathe,” the woman reminded her. “And relax, otherwise, why are you here?” Her slight Asian accent ended in a titter.

She was right. Today had been weeks in the planning. She just needed to walk through these last steps. Facial, mani, pedi and then dressing for the night.

The club didn’t know what it was in for when the newest mistress took the floor. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she knew either.

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Monday, 8 July 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Discovery

Passing through the hall, she heard more moans and cries, cracks and slaps. Harry stopped at one door, knocking once before opening.

“May we have the tub, Sophia?” Harry asked, blocking Jocelyn's line of sight.

“You may.” Harry stood aside to give Jocelyn entrance.

“Give her a good show, Lucy,” Sophia crooned to her captive. The woman was tied to a spike that hung from the roof. She was completely suspended, knees splayed by the bar tied to them. The woman screamed into a ball secured in her mouth as Sophia's fingers spread and played with Lucy's swollen red lips. Sophia jerked her hand up and down while Jocelyn stared, unable to break her gaze. She was close enough that when Sophia removed her hand, liquid sprayed from the woman, leaving damp patches on Jocelyn's robe.

Jocelyn's mouth hung open. Her eyes bulged and she tried to close her mouth, making odd gabbling noises. She'd never seen anything like that. Nothing in any of her classes or experiences had showed her that a woman could ejaculate. “How?” she asked when her tongue finally cooperated.

She didn't get an answer. Harry grabbed her roughly and knelt, holding her over the bent knee.

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Saturday, 6 July 2013

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Mud

The Point was beautifully dressed for the fall. It was hard to believe a month had passed since I climbed Peter's tree. Half of its leaves had fallen now too. I was glad we weren't at the lake today. The breeze was chilly.

I stepped out the car, still not quite believing he let me drive it. The vehicle was easily the most expensive thing I'd ever touched. It was fun to put my foot down and know that it would jump to whatever speed I chose. The amount of control I had sitting behind that wheel was invigorating.

"You're flushed," Peter commented, brushing my cheek as he rounded the car. "I'd think you'd ran here."

I raised a hand to my cheek, feeling the heat beneath it. Chuckling nervously, I answered, "I just like your car."

Peter's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "Good, then you won't be leaving me soon."

Smiling up at him, I pressed my lips to his. "Not soon, no." I kissed him again, pulling him closer, my hands sliding over his back. One of his hands drifted up, under my ponytail, cupping my neck, thumb on my cheek.

It was not a warm day, but I was starting to think I'd worn too heavy a coat. No... wait. I broke the kiss abruptly, stepping back. I giggled a little. "You'll make me overheat," I warned him.

His eyes drifted down my throat, which I was pretty sure was pinker than usual, over my coat and back up. "You could just shed a layer," he suggested with a smirk.

Friday, 5 July 2013

Saturday #AfterDark - Retaliation

"Irene!" Mary called, waving her over.
Basket on one hip, Irene approached slowly, careful not spill her load of clean clothes. "Yes?" she asked.
"Oh, come, Irene. It's Easter. Aren't you happy?"
Irene's lips twisted at the reminder of the Christian holiday, the perversion of her Beltane. This would be the third abomination she was forced to celebrate with her captors. "Yes," she answered, pretending her baring of teeth was a smile. The vapid woman would probably believe it. "Of course."
"Do you have the holiday bread ready? I'm sure Christian will want it."
Irene closed her eyes and cursed quietly. "I haven't. I've been working on the feast. I have the hart." She had shot the animal with her own arrow and drained him as these fool Christians liked it, without the strength of the blood. Instead, she'd saved the nutritious fluid, drinking it herself in small doses. It satisfied a craving she'd never had before. Probably the result of eating their food all this time.
The animal was behind their house, wrapped in her herb mixture. Enough people had eaten her roasts that everyone was looking forward to her contribution and main course at the feast to celebrate their unbelievable holiday.
Christian had made sure she attended mass every Sunday, and she sat silently, spiteful. Their beliefs were backward, contradictory, and simply impractical. Their god, corporeal, was ritually killed? And came back to life? It was ludicrous. She feigned belief and observed all their rituals. She had learned to bend as Aunt Aine had told her. She could fake anything now, but hadn't fallen far enough to believe her own lies.
At last, they would pay off. Among her herbs was one she didn't use, one her mother had taught her to avoid, one that would make the meat poisonous to anyone who ate it. She had been ill a few times in the last few days, a strange sickness that came and went without warning. It wouldn't be odd to anyone when she missed the feast.
"Irene? Did you hear me?" She hadn't. She had stopped paying the woman any mind. "You can have one of mine."
Irene's grimace turned to an honest smile. "You have an extra?" she asked.
"I do." Mary smiled brightly. "You really have become one of us, haven't you? I feel like you and I are so much closer than before. Maybe it's because we have something in common?"
Irene's brow furrowed. What did she have in common with the shorter, rounder, darker woman?
"The illness. You haven't figured out what it is?" Mary had been taking ill in the mornings lately, a sure sign she was with child.
Irene dropped her basket, clothing falling out onto the ground.
"Oh! Irene!" Mary dropped to her knees to pick it up, but Irene clutched her belly, her traitorous body. How dare it carry Christian's child when it never held Owen's?
As soon as the laundry was assembled, Mary rose and hugged Irene. "You didn't know? Isn't it wonderful? Our babes will be born together."
Irene shook and the silly chit took it as excitement. "Yes. Wonderful," she echoed, falling back to her standby. Mimicking had taken her far in this village, won her this friend.
"Come back to my place. I'll give you the bread." Irene followed, eyes glazed. A child? Why? Why now? She was almost free.

Thursday, 4 July 2013

#FFF Flasher Ficiton Friday - Sass
His used clear commands. “Take one pace toward me and turn away.” Taking a lazy stride, I spun, hands on my hips.

“Attitude will not help you,” he warned. “Take off the dress.”

“Yes, sir,” I said with sass, lifting my dress.

Something snapped against my bared back. He’d shot something at me! I whirled to see a wasabi chickpea resting on his middle finger, ready to flick. He dropped it back in the bowl and grabbed my arm, pulling me down across his lap.

“Too.” Spank. “Much.” Spank. “Sass.”

No, I thought, wriggling with each palmprint. Exactly enough sass.

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Monday, 1 July 2013

#tantalizingtuesday - Love at first Bite

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"I want to understand more. Sophia said I would need to ingest you to get eyes like yours. Is it more than your eyes, though? You all seem very fast.”

The man frowned a little. “We don't normally talk about that before one has spent a few sessions with their Master. We can make special use of those willing to submit completely.

“Submit completely to what?”

The man sighed, tucking her into his arm over the sheets. It was late, but the house still hadn't cooled. “Easiest to show you.” He tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck. She smiled expecting a playful nip.

He bit her. She almost jumped, but resisted at the last moment. That was a blessing; she would have torn her throat on his teeth if she had moved much. She heard him swallow and her eyes went wide. Before she could do more than register the sound, the same liquid fire she had felt in her shoulder earlier in the day spread across her chest and up into her chin. It spread faster toward her belly and lower, making her moan and slip a hand between her thighs.

“Oh, God, what are you doing?"

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