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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.

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…

~ 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.



Love….

“Ok. Humor me.” He said. “Tell me.”

“A hurricane.” She said simply. “Imagine the a person as a hurricane, they have to stay on the edges and never get to close. They destroy or leave in disarray everything they touch.” She sighed…. “Such intensity, passion, an emotional whirlwind. Not many could cope with that.” 

“If it were real? It would be lonely.” He smiled.

“Yes….” She looked down.

“Now imagine that hurricanes a fire. When I finally showed him? He showed me that there’s an ocean inside of him that would calm my fire, deal with the emotions, the intensity, that would take my storms.”

He nodded, understanding but lost in thought.

“Tell me who wouldnt want to drown in the calming intensity of another?” She drew a circle on the table with her finger. “I told him that he was my darkness, the perfect pitch for me. Truth is? He’s my light.”


Part 6

I’m laying here thinking about yesterday. About all those things that happened. How after you came back to the table it was to move me just enough so that my head was hanging over it. How you leant down and kissed me, biting my bottom lip and then biting up my neck. Leaning over me so I can smell your luxurious skin as you took first one and then the other of my nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and pulling on them, sucking deeply but not to hurt. More to spike erotic feelings throughout my body. So unable to help it I moaned against your skin and felt the smile as you achieved what you wanted.
   Looking down into my eyes as you undid your jeans and started stroking your already hard cock between your fingers. I remember the feeling of longing as I knew how much I wanted you, wanted your pleasure, needed it. Your other hand reaching forward and pushing a finger between my lips into the warm wetness. “So beautiful and so mine.” You said. And I sucking on your finger deeply swirling my tongue around it keenly savouring the enticing taste of your skin. The soft mewl I made as you pulled your finger out with a soft pop.
  The vivid memory of your smile and your words….  “Oh kitten that delectable mouth is so Mine.”
   You pushed just the tip of your hard cock into my mouth as I tried to lean forward for more. The sound of your chuckle as you called me greedy and started to slowly fuck my mouth. Taking your sweet time and pleasure. Going deeper finding your rhythm and getting a little faster. Telling me it feels so good. Your hot hard cock deep inside my warm wet needy mouth. Sucking you deeply, swirling my tongue as you take it to just the head. My tongue running along your shaft. Needing you deeper harder. How I craved to be used by you for your pleasure and your pleasure alone.
   You leant forward slightly, your hands grabbing my breasts as you started to take me harder, fucking my mouth deeper. Your balls touching me rubbing against me, you were getting so close and then you saying “I’m not pulling back. I’m gonna cum straight down your throat.” Thrusting your hips pushing as deep as you can. Your cock swelling inside of me. Then the feeling of you Cumming. It hitting and gushing down my throat catching my gag reflex and me having to fight it as I take all you have to offer  emptying yourself completely into me. Staying until you go soft and there’s nothing on you or in you. Totally clean.
  “My kitten.” You said as you laid the back of your hand against my cheek.
   My thoughts turn to the way you wrapped your arms around me after you untied me. How You held me tight and told me I was Yours. Only Yours and always Yours. After you helped wipe my skin enough so that I looked clean and presentable going back to the hotel. Walking me back to my hotel room kissing me as though I was your oxygen as you had me pinned to the wall. “I have to go.” You said. And I knew you did. “Shower and rest. I’ll be here early to get you tomorrow morning. I love you kitten.” You smiled at me. That oh so sexy secret smile that makes me weak.
   I remember getting in the shower feeling that sting of the hot water against my skin. Remembering how much I still need an orgasm. And you ringing,knowing my thoughts…. picking up the phone…. “kitten? No orgasms.” And my reaction meaning you knew I’d been thinking it and got busted.
   Thinking about bed and you messaging me not long before…. “Get lots of sleep.” You’d said. “Your door? Set your alarm and get up early. Unlock that door and then get back in bed and go to back to sleep.” 
  “But anyone could enter it!” I’d messaged back. “Precisely!” You’d written back with a smiley. “Anyone can. But the only person that will? Me to claim what’s MINE!!” “Good night My beautiful little kitten. I love you very much.” Your final message.
   And now here I was fighting sleep so early in the morning. The door unlocked and my eyes so heavy. Were you even up yet? I doubted it. I fell back asleep dreaming of you….

 

 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.

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