Category: ~ Stories ~


For the girls…

I awoke with a start as light flooded the room, slipping out of bed I ran to the window. I dont know specifically what woke me but as I looked out the wide sash window, the chaotic sight told me the house and gardens seemed like they were the sole target of the raging storms personal vendetta.

The wind howled as it pushed ferociously harder, scooping up the long bench on the patio and hurling it across the dark grass. The rain beat down a cacophony of roaring drums. The murderous sky lit up with a jagged silver blue, zig zagging downwards in a blaze of fury to engulf the large majestic oak tree on fire in a torrent of crackling and popping flames. One of its large branches displaced and slowly being dragged away by the wind, as the once mighty tree released both smoke and fire into the snapping wind. The lashing rain slowly trying to extinguish the flames.

But? In the lightnings brightness? I had clearly seen another horror, the river had burst its banks unable to cope with the torrential onslaught of rain, and was now creeping across the once lush lawn in a deluge of water, mud and bracken towards the house…

BANG! My door hit the wall as it flew open revealing both my cousin, my best friend and my younger sister.

“Thomas…” my sister Amber said fearfully.

“Where are the twins?” I replied whilst striding across the room towards the trio. My best friend Dominic was the first to turn back towards the hall as an almighty crash followed by shrieking and the sound of bare feet, that could be heard just above the din coming towards us.

My 10 year old twin brothers Lucian and Nicholas hurtled past, barging through us and diving into my bed with our frightened youngest sister Blaire.

All eyes looked to me. As the oldest at 22, I had been head of our family ever since all our parents died when dad’s boat sank while they were all on holiday together. Dominic, my cousin Liam, and my siblings and I, had all been left parentless just like that. And being the eldest by 10 months meant that I was thrown head first into being in charge and the one they all looked to…

Lightning again streaked across the sky, ripping through the storm clouds and brightening up the room.

“Shoes and coats everyone. We’ve got to be fast.” I said with more determination and confidence than I felt.

“With the flooded river fast approaching the house, its not safe here any more.”

I said a silent prayer as everyone got their things ready to leave. We would be okay. I am Thomas Kingsley. Head of the Kingsley family, and I would protect us all. I gave myself the pep talk my dad used to give, before grabbing Blaire’s teddy and leaving the room…

So… the above was written for my 2 younger girls. Its was simply to show that you can have “fun” with your descriptive words and not to be afraid of using them. “There are so many easier ways to write that.” My younger daughter said. But her elder sister pointed out that while there may be easier ways to write the same thing? When you write a story? You want the person reading it to be able to see, hear, smell and feel everything you write(love this girly!).

I’m not really any good at stories but hey, I try. While I’m still struggling to actually finish a poem, my drafts section is getting larger and larger and my notebooks pages are being filled, I thought I’d leave you this. Constructive criticism most definitely welcome! Or if you just want to tell me to stick with the poems? I agree! 🙂 I am still playing with words even though I’m quiet.

Massive happy hugs to you all at the other end of the wire.x.

~…Our Book Shop…~

Earlier today I was talking with A…. and was trying and failing(so I was thinking), at explaining something below is a little of what I wrote…

“…The only way I can describe it is… imagine a dusty book shop. Most would walk past and go to the new modern one. Some would go in and have a little look coughing and complaining of the musty smells and how old it is. But us? We’d be sat on the floor of one of the aisles lost in the wondrous depths of some well worn musty book thats seen better days and yet to us its a dreamscape to a wonderland telling fantastical tales and painting landscapes, sights and smells beyond our fantasies and depicting smells and sounds that linger with every word, every page…”

A…. is amazing and understood. I got thinking about it and thought I’d give it a try at writing our bookshop.
So A…. I hope you like our bookshop…



          

                   ~…Storytellers Travels…~

Old store
on a busy street,
So many pass by
talk with people they meet,
Windows covered
in a slight layer of dust,
Looks kinda foreboding
not a building to trust,
Old golden lettering
faded by years,
Storytellers Travels
surrounded by gears,
While most pass by not noticing
some they stop and stare,
How come this dirty shop’s
still firmly trading there,
Few enter feeling brave
might find a treasure for me,
Musty smells and coughing dust
get me out in the fresh air free,
This shop is an enigma
a place untouch by age,
An ageless mystification
forgotten by modern rage,
A hulking great monstrosity
two stories looking down,
To eat up passers-by
or spew words and make them drown,
Enticed by pull of stories
she stepped inside the beast,
On sirens song she walked
eyes alighting on such a feast,
Down dusty aisles her fingers skim
books calling her one by one,
Following the call the loudest
her fingers come undone,
Four aisles over the book it sighs 
she’s found the one to read,
Lean against the shelf
anticipation and such need,
Feet slide down book opens
look up and meet a gaze,
Another lost soul just like her
under a stories spellbinding daze,
Two heads bent seeing wondrous
tales,
Fantastical landscapes
mythical ship sails,
Dreamscapes and fables
weaving incandescent threads,
Spiritually entrancing animals
walk in celestial flowerbeds,
Ethereal woods with
wise elder trees,
Admonish and berate
naughty pixies on their knees,
Birds of enchanting colours
fly through kaleidoscopic skies,
Scents of heavenly fragrance
enhance star spangled eyes,
Grandfather time chimes
in the dusty old book shop,
He moans its time for bed
but the Story weaver tells him stop,
He points at the story travellers
in aisle number four,
Side by side they sit
enraptured by the book upon the floor…x.

I hope everyone gets lost in a book every now and again. Happy hugs to everyone at the end of the wire.x.

A man alone in the forest

on high,

Leant back against a tree

head in hands he did cry,

Then up to the moon

with a sorrowful sigh,

He sent her a prayer

and he sent her a plea,

My dearest sweet G*ddess

please please hear me,

I work so hard I

need you to know,

But my heart is so heavy

its beginning to show,

I see all the people in my village

fall in love,

Please dearest G*ddess

hear me from above,

I’m on my own

no parents family,

This disfigured scarred body

no one could love me,

I’m strong but I’m weary

can I come home to family,

Please dearest G*ddess bring me home

set me free,

I don’t want to live here

a world without love,

I ask you to hear my prayer

from above,

And the moon G*ddess

heard his plea from up high,

Touched bare feet upon the earth

coming down from the sky,

Brave warrior I heard

your heart-felt plea,

And now please answer some questions

from me,

The man looked down

from the clearest of skies,

To look the enchanting moon G*ddess

straight in the eyes,

The G*ddess cast her arm out

and there in a row,

Stood animals of all kinds

stood in a row,

Now warrior please me

which one is your ideal,

Which one has the love you want

do you feel,

And the man he bowed

the wolf my Queen,

Then tell me why

explain what you mean,

The wolf surrounded

by family,

So strong and so loved

for all to see,

They are a pack

bound together,

Strength and loyalty

they are a sign of forever,

G*ddess turned to the wolf

who bowed low a soft whine,

My beautiful protector speak

its your time,

And the wolf shook his fur

then sat down and proceeded,

To tell his revered G*ddess

exactly what was needed,

And after listening

to both sides of the coin,

She smiled as she announced

human and wolf you shall join,

The two of you will get

what the other seeks to be,

You will both learn and listen

and in eachother be free,

I have made you a destined

a last gift from me,

With her words there was a glowing

white light,

and then she was gone

no trace in sight,

The man he looked around

no wolf he did see,

The wolf stumbled forward

the man’s gone where can he be,

And so they both stumbled

towards a great lake,

Both of them needing

their thirst to sake…

Enough! She closed the book

way past bedtime a light scolding,

And I released the breath I

didn’t realise I was holding,

So lost in my thoughts about

those silver eyes,

The ones that glowed

like those stars in the skies,

And I know those eyes

they called to my soul,

They felt so endless seeing deeply

me whole…x.

This carries on from pt 1.

“Do you believe in werewolves?”

She said,

“In vampires witches

demons the dead?” ,

And I looked at her

with curious eye,

Turned my vision

to the star lit sky,

Stories and fairy tales

book upon book,

I drunk them all in

like a fish to a hook,

I nodded at her

my eyes gleaming in the night,

My pupils they danced

in the soft fires light,

She looked at me

with the lightest of sigh,

Then turned her eyes

to the forest on high,

Werewolves are not

like the stories you’ve read,

They are immortal they’re still here

when we’re dead,

They aren’t cute and fluffy

resemble neither pup mutt nor dog,

They hide in the shadows

camouflaged with the bush tree and log,

Feel you’re being watched?

well maybe you are,

A monstrous great beast

with senses so far,

And they’ll watch you

a predator and prey,

Tell me my dear

will you sleep at all this day?

Enough of my story

that’s it for tonight”,

And left with so many questions

I watched the fires light…x.

There is a part 2 to this…

~ The Adventurers story ~

A poem about the Amazon for my Doodlebug.

Here in the forest

the trees so high,

Ever reaching upwards

they make their way towards the sky,

A snake slithers slowly

unfurls on a branch,

The toucan spies an insect

swoops down perfect chance,

Howler monkey’s

loudly howl,

I’m in their territory

and they’re on the prowl,

An anaconda aims

a hiss at a jaguar,

And I’ve totally lost track of time

and wandered from the path too far,

I turn to go

as macaws take flight,

The sun’s getting lower

it will soon be night,

The sky opens up

rain starts to fall,

But under the canopy of leaves

I barely feel it at all…x.

Doodlebug and her sister came up to me earlier, her sister said if I give you a word, Can you tell me a poem from it? The word was Amazon. Doodlebug claimed the poem. I dont think its too bad…

Being a good girl is very important to me. However, annoying Daddy when I know he’s busy is always fun. This is how you do it…

“Come over don’t shower.” I said, and you laughed that sweet sexy laugh… “Ok.”

You entered the hotel room and it was still dark, candle light flickering from the bathroom. I’d picked this particular room because of the large corner bath. The scent of oil and steam in the air. “What’s up?” You said. “Have a bath with me.” I said as I turned and walked away, dropping my towel on the floor and entering the dimly lit room. You followed taking in the sight as i sank into the water. I looked at you questioningly… “Come on.”

Watching you undress I was filled with admiration and desire, so damn sexy, I was always telling you. You stood there and I pointed to the space straight in front of me. Watching you get in I couldn’t help but admire your ass. Damn for a man that ass was sexy. You sat with your back to me and I linked my arms around you. “Not to hot for you?” “No.” You said. I caressed your skin, running my fingers across your back, your shoulders, your chest, your thighs, getting high off of the feel of you. You leant back into me turned just enough that I caught that smile before your lips were on mine. “Plenty of time for that.” I breathed as I reached for a bottle of oil and started giving you a massage. Feeling you relax in the water. My fingers deftly running over your skin. I knew you were hard but stilled the temptation to touch. Moving around the front of You, sending water rippling in waves. I kissed your hand as I took it in mine and you pulled me closer. Kissing your shoulder, your chest, under your chin, your jaw, before finally kissing you deeply giving myself in a kiss and as our kiss deepened I felt a well open within me. No holding back… I broke from the kiss breathless and stood up pulling you with me. The water going cold we’d been in there so long. Handing you a towel I took your hand and we went into the bed room. Dropping my towel I leaned in close breathing you in before kissing you with all the desire I felt, pushing you back onto the bed I kissed down slowly, savouring every part of you as I went lower until I was at your hard hot cock standing proud and needy and wanting…

Leaning over your cock I kissed the tip and watched it bob. Running my fingers down it I started at the bottom of your shaft kissing and sucking until I reached the swollen head. Looking up at you and grinning, I opened my mouth and licked the tip. You growled softly… “No more games kitten.” You said. And in one masterful move you had me pinned to the bed and had yourself on top laying between my legs. The feeling of your hot hard cock digging into me as you looked down. Your eyes searching mine and as if finding what you wanted? You kissed me deeply. Smiling against my lips you entered me. The push against my moist wetness as you spread and filled me. Making me gasp and my breath catch against you…

“Tell me.” You said. “Are you my good little kitten?” “Yes Daddy. Always for you.” I breathed and brought my hips up to meet you. “Good. Then cum for me.” You said looking down. And as I looked into yours eyes and moved in time with you I felt the heat spread over my body, the sparks of pleasure running in a tidal wave across me. Holding you and moaning against you…

“My kitten.” You said. “Now… give me that ass.” And like a good girl? I obeyed…

….Daddy’s Thoughts….

She sat on the edge, legs dangling over the side looking lost in thought…

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m watching dreams.” She replied.

He walked closer and stood behind her. He looked into the water and saw nothing but the bottom. Trying to think how she did, he looked again and saw nothing but the ripples as the water lapped towards the shore a short distance behind them. Nothing but the current carrying the water along.

“Dreams.” He finally said.

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes he adored and gave an innocent smile.

“Uh huh…”

“Dreams of hope and wonder carried in those ripples.” She smiled once more and he felt that familiar tug deep inside of him.

He held her gaze… “And what do you see now little one?”

She looked deep into his eyes until he felt as though his soul was laid bare. While outwardly showing his cool calm self.

An almost imperceptible change came to her voice, but one he was accustomed to…

“When I look at you?” She breathed… “When I look in your eyes I see sunsets. I see hope. I see my dreams become reality. I see calm.” She cast her eyes down to her hands.

“Calm?” He said. She nodded. How could she see calm in his eyes when she caused an endless conflagration within him. When one look from those deep brown eyes with their dancing black flecks took the breath from him. When that soft smile set him alight. How could she see calm when she made him feel so alive.

She moved until she was on her knees before him. Looked up at him and, (so he felt), read his soul…

“I love you Daddy.” She said simply. Innocently.

And those simple words took his breath away. Made him lost and found at the same time…

He smiled and held out his hand for her to take. “I love you my kitten.

Littles story….

“Tell me a story.” He said.

So she said his name.

He took a sideways glance, “Short story…” He mused.

She smiled. “There was One. But it wasn’t really One. It was missing a slight piece, so it was less than One.”

He look across again, wondering if she would continue.

“It spent it’s life being content to be less than One. Never quite being whole. But the world never noticed. And so One spent life looking whole on the outside but finding it’s self lacking on the inside.”

He was quiet. “That’s quite a sad story.” He finally said.

She looked up at him. “One gave up hope of ever finding the missing piece to make its self complete.”
“But fate and destiny are strange. When one gave up? The missing piece entered Ones life.”

“And does One feel whole now?” He smiled.

“Yes.”
“One is finally complete. No missing piece. One is now whole.”

“You are silly.” He smiled ☺

…Dream time…

Laying in your bed, you in the middle, me one side and Dawn the other. I stretched my hand forward, it was early, so early. The room dark and dark outside. Breathing you in, I gently touched your skin, ran my fingers along it feeling the energy spark up my fingertips. I listened to your Breathing, fast asleep. Making slow circles with the tips of my fingers barely touching your right hip. Feeling the warmth radiate off you in waves… slow oh so slow my make the barest touch of circles downwards… down your thigh to the softest most sensitive of skin under your balls. Not even doing it to annoy You, just taking comfort in gently touching you. You grow hard, I feel your cock twitch, run my fingers along it’s ever growing harder shaft… it moves in my fingers direction. I listen and your breathing hasn’t changed. I don’t want to wake you while you’re so at peace. I get up from the bed quietly so as not to wake either of you. Use the bathroom. As I open the door your standing there…

You push me roughly against the wall, your hands holding my wrists against the wall and you kiss me, long and slow getting the reaction you want. You take my wrist and pin it so they’re both pinned under yours together. Your free hand travels my naked body as you lean further kissing downwards, softly biting my neck and kissing me further. Letting my wrists go you take hold of my breast and suck on my nipple flicking it with your tongue as it grows harder. I stifle a moan. Quiet you breathe, before going back to my hard nipple. Your fingers on the other hand at the front of my soft mound, you part my lips and push a finger inside me feeling just how wet I’ve grown, taking your finger back out you rub my clit before pushing 2 fingers deep inside me and start slowly fucking me with them. You feel it building within me and come away from my now elongated nipple. You kiss me. Smile. Slide your soaking wet fingers out from inside me just before I cum. I mewl in protest. You look me in the eyes as you taste your fingers. Then stick them in my mouth. And I suck them hard. It’s not nice making me horny and then leaving, you say. And you push my shoulders so I fall to my knees. Your cock swollen and hard and throbbing. I look up at you eyes wide in the early light. Well? You say…. I kiss the tip of your hot hard cock and it throbs in my hand jumping up. I look up and see you looking down. Taking your hard cock in my hand i kiss along the hard shaft before taking you into my mouth. You let out a held breath. I can sense it before I feel it… as I pull back before sucking you deep again, your hands come down and into my hair gripping me you thrust your hips forward. No teasing, no games, you want to cum. You fuck my warm wet mouth deeply pushing your hot hard cock deep with every thrust holding me tight you fuck my mouth harder, faster as I feel the shaft of your cock travel across my tongue and suck you hard on every thrust into the warmth of my mouth. I hear your breath catch and get ready, you pause, slow down and then thrust deeply into my mouth as your hot cum spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow all you have to give as you slowly thrust into my mouth a few more times completely emptying yourself into my waiting wet mouth. I suck and swallow you clean. You pull out and let go of my hair. You put out your hand and I take it as you pull me up. You push a hand between my legs and feel the wet that has spread down my thighs. No. You say. You don’t get release. Not this time, you say. Licking the sticky wet from your hand. Next time? You won’t tease and then leave. You say quietly with a laugh. Now… back to bed. You grin.

Yes… the above has atrocious grammar(on purpose), no speech marks, etc… again on purpose. The only purpose was to annoy Daddy at work. But I’m a good girl! I wouldn’t do that… would I…

~ 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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