Category: ~ Stories ~


~ Little ones dream ~

Deep within

the candlelight,

The palest glow

of soft moonlight,

The crackle of undergrowth

under foot,

The Smokey smell 

of earthen soot,

A dilapidated cabin 

in the wood,

Hidden by the trees

for good,

Past the stream where thirst

you slake,

Through the woods 

to ominous lake,

The lake is irregular

long and wide,

With over grown shelter

where wildlife hide,

The snap of a twig

the move of a leaf,

Something unseen

watching beneath,

Across the lake

in moonlight glow,

A golden fawn

and mother doe,

So graceful in

the quiet still,

Watched by majestic stag

with iron will,

Skim across water 

fireflies,

Its almost time

for our goodbyes,

The Moon on his lofty perch

so high,

Has kissed each Star

across the sky,

And now he must go 

to his bed,

The dawn awakes us

from our bed,

Hush little one

open your eyes,

Wave your sleepy dreams

goodbyes,

The sun is out

a brand new day,

For you to smile

laugh and play….


.x.



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Part 5

 You stand up and look down. “Want some help up?” You say. My wrists are still bound in the cuffs so I nod silently. “What was that?” You look at me. “Yes please Sir.” I correct myself.
  I’m already on my knees and you slide a hand under my elbow just enough so that as I stand, I keep my balance. You take a step back and watch me. I can’t help but feel so very self conscious under your gaze. You take a step catch the chain between the cuffs and turn walking across the room pulling me with you. You stop after 4 steps and let go. “Trust me.” You say, and the blindfold goes back on. I’ve now no idea what’s next. I feel the pull on the chain again and walk….
   There is something very hard in front of me. Wood. It’s a table I think. I can feel things on it. You tut…. coming up behind me. “No cheating.” You say. I can’t help it, I think you’ve walked away again and I edge my fingers forward slowly and quietly, trying to feel the different things on the table. I’ve got 2 and am just going for the 3rd when I can feel your breath on my skin. I blush deeply as you say…. “So disobedient. Aren’t you kitten.” It’s not even a question. Just a statement. I swallow. Ooooppppppsssss…. I think. You spin me sharply and your hand is gripping my hair before I’ve had time to take a breath. You kiss me and for a moment I’m lost in the kiss thinking your going to let it slide. Oh I’m so wrong…. You pull me sideways and then push backwards. I’m sitting on what I believe is a wooden table. “Feet up, lay down and stretch out.” You say. I do as you command feeling very much on show laying stretched out naked on a table. Your quiet again. I think you’re just watching what’s yours. The thought makes me blush and I feel the heat of the blush spread down me. I was correct as you let out a breath and walk away….
   The music gets louder and my heart starts to beat harder. Your taking away my senses again, just leaving touch. The anticipation is both exciting and scary at the same time. Your back. I’m sure you are. I could move if I wanted, I’m not tied just laying. But I don’t. I feel your fingers at my ankle, then I feel the rope, as it goes around I feel it’s more like para cord. First one, then the other, then up to my already bound wrists…. You lift a wrist, free it from the cuffs, run your finger over the welt in my skin then tie it with the cord before doing the same to the other. I’m now stretched and tied in a cross shape to the table. I flex to see how much I can move. Not much. In fact hardly any at all. My heart is beating so hard and my thoughts are all over. You’re taking your time for this and it’s driving me crazy. At least before you were faster and I had more of an idea of what was going to happen. This time? I think your being slow deliberately and it’s working as it’s winding me up even more….  
   I feel something brush against my skin. Your trailing something up across my belly. It’s tendrils hard and yet giving. As I twig what it is, the sharp dull sting of the flogger hits my nipple and I drag in a breath, that stung! So this is what I’m going to get for being disobedient. You come closer to my ear, “Open your mouth.” A gag! This will teach me I think as the ball gag gets tied tight….
   The flogger comes down harder across my abdomen. I’m completely at your mercy as you alternate between soft flicks and hard hard hits. My body is singing with heat as the strands of the flogger hit my skin again and again. You take your time, I can feel the patterns your making and know that my skin is rising in red welts. I moan against the gag and you stop for a second. “Ok?” You ask above the music. I nod. I’m not going to remind you that I dislike lots of pain, and I’m definitely not going to give you the satisfaction of winning. I’m far to stubborn for that! You resume alternating soft and hard licks across my body, your driving me out of my mind and yes! I totally get it. I won’t touch!! I would agree to anything right now, my skin is on fire. You move again start soft flicks up the inside of my thighs. It’s only just occurred to me that I’m wet. Very wet. Noticeably wet. You’ve obviously seen just how wet. You rub the flogger against me and I clench. G*D I need you so bad. I need to feel you inside me. I would give anything just to have your cock buried deep within me, fucking me slowly letting it build until I’m begging you to fuck me harder. Again I know I’m not going to get my wish…. You pull the flogger away, I can feel it wet against me. You flick it against me softly and I can’t wriggle away. It hits my clit again and again and there’s nothing I can do but take it. I’m moaning against the gag I’ve completely lost my hold on everything. I need the orgasm so bad. I’m so close to tipping over, just once more and I’m going to crash down in a glorious orgasm but? You stop. I can’t believe it! You’ve stopped! The music volume goes down. You walk back over to me. Amusement in your voice… “Want to cum kitten?”
   “Tell me…. do you need to cum badly kitten?” I want to swear at you. You know I do!! This is so unfair. I get it now. Orgasm denial. You turn serious. “Now? You will obey me won’t you kitten.”  Again it’s not even a question. Just a fact. I think you know I’d sign my soul over to you if I could. You loosen the gag and take it off. “Remember? No talking. You don’t have permission.” You lean over and kiss me, once again fucking my mouth with your tongue. You know exactly what your doing and I want to tell you your being so unfair. I need this orgasm! I get it. Lesson learned. I won’t touch anything without your say so. You pull back from my lips and I growl at the loss. “Kittens don’t growl.” You muse, and you turn a walk away….

.x.

~ Elements…. ~

 

you’ve got 20 minutes to make up a story as you go along. Expectant child in front of you, what can you do?

 

“Tell me a story.” The little girl said, as I sat myself down at the end of her bed. “Which book would you like.” I said with a smile, “No. Make me a story. You haven’t done that in a while.” “Okay and just what, is this story to be about?”  “Elements, ELEMENTS!” The little girl did shout. (She meant Earth,Fire,Wind,Water.) “So lay down little Princess, lay down in your bed. Stretch, yawn deeply, snuggle down, rest your body, rest your head….”

“Elements, Elements. Elements….” I said….

 

“I’m hot.” Said Fire dancing around “And I’m so much more deadly than you.”

“From such a teeny tiny spark, I cause utter carnage, I burn everything right through.”

“Pish posh!” Said Water with a mighty roar. “I can turn you in to nothing but steam.”

“You wouldn’t.” Said Fire.

“I would, I would.”

“You wouldn’t, cuz that would be mean.”

“I’m the most deadly.” Said water with a gurgle. “When people see me they shout.”

“I can engulf buildings, rip up trees.” “And wash cars, boats,lorries away, I can even put you out!”

Wind, who had been quiet, then piped up. “Neither of you are as deadly as me.”And with a deep breath and a crashing big woosh, he pushed Water onto Fire and put him out. Then pushed Waters tide out as far as he could see.

“See the two of you squibbly squabbalers, I’m the most powerful element that can be.”

Now earth, who did not talk very much, and who listened to all around.

He shifted his plates so very very high, to tower above the ground.

He looked at Wind and Fire and Sea(Water),

and although individual, saw what they could be.

He spoke with a voice both old and wise as he called, “Come here, Wind, Water, Fire all three.”

“Do you not understand, have you no idea, if we work together how strong we could be?”

“We are the elements, we bring death, we bring life.”

“We help feed every man and his child and his wife.”

“We were here so long ago and we will always be around.”

“From the Wind in the sky to the Fire, Water and me the Ground.”

Wind hovered, Fire glowed, Water sat so close to shore.

And for once they all agreed. No one was more deadly as all four….

 

 

“Now now little Princess, it’s time for your bed. One more cuddle for you tightly, A kiss dropped on your head.”

One more smile for you, as I walk out the door. ” I love you mummy.” “And I love you more….”

 

.x.

 

~ The text…. ~

Snow flake kisses

barest earth,

hard cold frost

signals winters rebirth,

A fleeting memory of the autumn

gone by,

As the hail sleet snow

it falls from the sky,

The wind rushes down the streets

it kicks up such a mess,

But over fields and through trees

is where its heard the best,

The train streams

over the tracks,

A series of loud

clickety-clacks,

Most strangers on board

oblivious to the snow,

Some nearing journeys end

others still so far to go,

The snow is thicker and its heavier

the wind drives it along,

Long train it keeps on going

its heavy fast and strong,

The wind shrieks down the tracks to the farmyard 

it howls around the barn,

Old wool jumper left on a peg

the wind rips at its yarn,

Barnyard icy muddy

slush,

The snow the range rover tyres

crush,

Snow falls heavier

on the windscreen,

The train pushes 

along unseen,

The farmer jumps out to open

the level crossings big gate,

Looks both ways up the track

jumps in his car but still he does hesitate, 

Puts the big car in gear then a text from his wife

we need nappies go careful please don’t be back late,

He looks up big train whooshes by

looks like that text was fate,

Over the now empty tracks

he’s more cautious as he goes on his way,

And that is where we leave him

as night takes over this day,

The big train carries on

forever on wards through the snow,

Through empty abandoned stations

it still has far to go,

Huge flakes fall past the windows

to the passengers their unseen,

Unknowing to the accident

that could have just been,

The lights of the train just seen

an eerie echoed glow,

The train just pushing forward

on tracks covered by the snow….

.x.

Entertaining my children and….

 

…. calling my cousin dowally for hunting dragons! It’s not finished and will be continued, just a lickle bit of fun. Inspired by the….

(Septimus Heap Series) by Angie Sage

When Matthew awoke that morning, he knew today was going to be the most important day of his life. Today he was going to do what all apprentice wizards do after they turn 14…. Today Matthew was going on his quest for a dragon!

Matthew got dressed in his purple robes as fast as he could, he never got tired of examing the intricate gold thread that wove this way and that across the sleeves and hem, and then down the long flowing sides of his heavy cape. He raced down the stairs jumping over the sleeping  owl that was perched on a chair at the bottom, and stood before the great doors to The Masters study.

” You may enter “. Said a loud voice as Matthew took his hand away from the door. Matthew turned the great door handle with two clicks of his fingers, ( a trick Albert had taught him ). As he entered, it never failed to amaze Matthew just how magnificent The Masters study was. Three walls were lined four stories high with every book you could imagine. The fourth wall had three-arched shaped windows facing the north. In the center was a long table and just in front of the windows was the masters huge ebony desk.

The Master stood at his desk watching Matthew walk across the room, he was called The Master by everyone and he was so old now that only the ghosts knew his real name, even The Master had forgotten.  ” Here is your quest”. Said The Master, handing  Matthew an ivory envelope with silver thread.  “I will see you when you return “. “And remember you only have two days to complete your quest”.  The Master smiled at Matthew ” Good luck and may time be on your side “.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

Well thats what our new bedtime story is about and thats how far I’ve got. I always add lots of actions ( like a play).  Just that little bit took nearly an hour ( yeah seriously!), and even my eldest 2 stood at the door to listen, this story is being told to a 10, 9, and 6 yr old.

I hope your all having a good morning/day/evening/night where-ever you are at the end of the wire. Hugs ALL.x.

~ Dusk…. ~

Gossamer wings

fly in the dusky light,

The sun is setting

it s orange glow brightens the night,

At the edge colours pink

purple gray blue,

Which bleeds into the darker

the night coming through,

The gossamer wings

they dance and they twirl,

Then to close to a candle

they burn and they curl,

The long grass casts black shadows

on the patio stones,

And the stars twinkle out

in the sky from their zones,

The moon rises up

so high in the sky,

Bids the night awakening world

a sleepy time hi,

The wind blows a symphony

of night crawlers and frogs,

The trees take on life

joined by a howl from two dogs,

Two men stand by a bonfire

burning rubbish from the day,

Two women bring them tea

and sandwiches on a tray,

The smoke from the fire

fly’s into the night,

Distracting an owl

in hunters flight,

The gossamer wings

now embers curled on the floor,

And intrude on this night

we will do no more….

 

.x.

~ The clearing…. ~

 

Stars they shine                                    

on the lake so bright,                                    

Stardust on the water                    

bringing luminescence to this night,                                        

Faeries fly in and out of the dust                                              

as it does fall,                      

Its branches drink the water                              

the willow elegant and tall,                                                

The smell of  chestnut oak, silver birch                                        

and damp soil fill the air,                                

A spider cocoons a moth                    

with never a care,                                    

A symphony by the crickets              

plays at the oak trees base,                                        

A family of bats they listen quietly                                      

eyes closed serene of face,                              

An owl sits on the highest branch                              

looking for a midnight snack,                                                

He spies a small mouse scurrying                        

and with a swoop is on the attack,                          

A lone doe drinks at                              

the waters edge,                            

The stag on the look out                        

stands near the hedge,                                    

Baby bunnies jump in clover                      

some stand and sniff the air,                            

Their mother makes a noise                      

a warning to beware,                            

A magpie flies in                                    

beak full of silver stardust,                                      

To own the things that sparkle                                    

for him is a must,                                              

A male thrush twitches                                        

in his nest,                              

The female keeps their eggs covered                      

but nestles into his chest,                              

The moon shines in this clearing                                

captures this rare sight,                                        

Softest breeze echoes barest words                                         

as mother nature says goodnight….    

                    

.x.

The hallway lit                            

by candlelight,                                      

Dark shadows flicker                                  

in the night,                          

The web weavers on                          

the window sill,                              

The draft that comes creeping                                      

gives such a chill,                                  

A shadow standing                              

at the end of the hall,                              

A woman in a hospital gown                                        

ever so tall,                                                

She stared with eyes                                  

as black as night,                                  

Looked deep in my soul                                      

with malice and fright,                                                

Slowly I just                                  

backed away,                                          

Turned ever so slowly                                          

without delay,                      

I reached the stair                            

and with a fright,                                          

A man was hanging                          

from the ceiling light,                                      

His eyes looked on                                        

from an empty soul,                                        

Dark eyes you could drown in                                                  

those eyes could capture you whole,                                              

Slowly I crept                        

down the stair,                                                          

Each creak like thunder                                            

telling the dead I was there,            

At the foot of the stair                                          

 lay the dining room,          

Where shadows move around                                          

seen in spite of the gloom,                                                  

To the right                                          

there is the study,                                      

A man was killed there                            

known affectionately as Buddy,                                        

 I opened the door                                    

can’t believe what I see,                                      

A total massacre                    

lay before me,                              

Blood spatter                      

across the ceiling and walls,                    

His head lolls to one side                              

where more blood falls,                            

His neck slit viciously                              

 from above,                                          

It was his wife the villain                              

she was incapable of love,                                                        

Turn and slowly                                  

towards the kitchen I go,                                      

My footsteps are heavy                          

and ever so slow,                                      

This house is alive                                      

it feeds off a persons clean soul,                                      

It will grind you down slowly                                      

then suck you up whole,                        

Past the woman at the sink                              

her insides hanging out,                                    

Multiple stab wounds                                  

yet she didn’t shout,                                        

Her husband a drunkard                                        

control freak insane,                                      

She had smiled at a delivery man                                        

 that was her crime her end game,                                            

Out the back door I go                            

as fast as can be,                                

Of this house and this nightmare                                          

I need to be free,                                

But the house has left it s mark                            

got it s hands on my soul,                                    

And as I’m hit by a car                                                          

it greedily swallows me whole…. 

 

.x.

 

 

~ Bedtime Story…. ~

At bed time I often make something up for my children, a poem, a story, something. I’m sharing this little one with you all. It’s not the best, far from it but, they liked it.

I dream’t  of my aunt

she wanted a kiss,

I gave a big shudder

I wish I could miss,

Walking on a chessboard

I stood beside a knight,

The air around him deadly

imagine my sheer fright,

So scared I ran

across the board,

A battle around me

as each side fought and scored,

Stepping through the shrubbery

I entered a hollow clearing,

And then a deafening noise

just what could I be hearing,

A giant bird swooped down

it’s talons all bright red,

Shouting I awoke

as I tumbled out of bed,

I thundered down the hallway

into my parents room,

Dad snoring my mom sleeping

as I looked into the gloom,

I heard a creak in the hall and scrambled

over my dads feet,

Up beside my mom

and with a warm hug she did greet,

Just as I was feeling safe

I felt something creeping up my thigh,

And as I was….

….about to shriek….

mom said “Anthony! Your scaring your brother…. Why?”

.

.

.

As my boys like to play tricks and scare one another this gives giggles and the phrases “Yeah and it was me that scared you!” “You just wait till your asleep, I’m gonna get you”. And others. Followed by more laughter.  🙂

.x.

(Start behaving or I’m gonna turn you into a toad!!!!)

~ Spell ~

Geophizz and                          

ectogog,                                    

The wings off a fairy                                  

a fat pink frog,                                          

Shelves and tables                                        

all laden with books,                                      

Spiders on their webs in niches                                

and nooks,                              

A cauldron on a hook                              

above flames alight,                                        

Plumes of colored smoke                                                  

escape to the night,                                          

A shadow moves                          

around the gloom,                      

The caged animals try to hide                                        

with the impending doom,                                                      

A stunning silver bird                                    

is plucked from the rest,                                          

It’s fragile heart                      

ripped out of it’s chest,                                                    

As some words are said                                                

it’s held up high,                                      

Then thrown in the cauldron                                  

it’s last scream is why,                              

The smoke turns red                            

the last chanting s begun,                          

The spell weavers words                            

will not be undone….   

                 

.x.

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