Sunday, May 28, 2017

Of Barns And Things...

Of Barns and Things
Copyright ©2002 D Fellows
All Rights Reserved

            She blinked, adjusting her eyes from the bright sunlight to the dimly lit barn. Reining to a stop, she dismounted and looped the reins over the stall boards and unsaddled her mount. Replacing the bridle and bit with a lead rope attached to the geldings halter, she turned her attention to removing the saddle. The saddle was shifted to the tree, the blanket hung over a rack to dry before she put them both back in the tack room.
            With a brush from the shelf, she began methodically brushing the gelding with long slow strokes. Lost in the job at hand, she didn't hear him come up behind her. She jumped slightly, chuckling as his arms slid around her waist.
            "Catch you off guard little one?"
            She paused and peeked over her shoulder.  "Yesss...but it's a nice catch."
            Jeff kept one arm around her waist, and covered her hand with his free one, following the strokes as she brushed the horse. She felt him harden against her, her tight jeans allowing her to feel every inch of his burgeoning hunger.
            She wiggled against him, teasing him.
            "Hmmm.  Getting brave are we?" he whispered in her ear. His hand left the brush and moved to the front of her blouse, and one by one, slipped the buttons free, revealing her naked breasts. Both of his hands came up to cup them, teasing the nipples with his thumb before pinching them delicately between thumb and forefinger.
            Eve paused in her brushing, leaning against him with a soft little moan.
            He squeezed hard enough to make her yelp at the pain. "Keep brushing. You aren't done yet."
            As she continued, he teased and tormented her nipples. He could feel her body tense, knew the effect his ministrations were having on her.         
            Chuckling low, Jeff nibbled her ear and along her neck with his teeth then paused to whisper to her.
            "Getting close are we?"
            She was panting now, struggling to maintain the long smooth strokes as she brushed. "Yessss," she hissed.
            "Good. If you're very good, maybe I'll let you cum.....later."
            He stepped back.
            She felt the cold through her shirt from his absence. Moving to the other side of the horse, she finished brushing him.
           "Put him away," he commanded when he'd decided she'd finished.
            Putting the brush back on the shelf, Eve led the gelding into his stall and removed the lead rope. She left the stall and latched the gate. Pausing, she laid the rope over the stall rail and dropped a leaf of hay into the feed box, and added a measure of grain to the other side. Turning, she started to move toward Jeff. He was leaning casually against a support post in the center of the barn, arms crossed over his chest.
            "Bring the lead rope, girl."
            She pulled the lead rope from the stall rail and looped it around her shoulders. She'd spent many long hours secured to that post and her belly tightened and trembled at the thought of being secured there again.
            As she approached him, he unwound from his stance and took both ends of the lead rope, crossing them under her chin and pulling them back over her shoulders.
            She panted as the ropes pressed against her throat. They were not so tight that her breathing was hindered, but the anticipation, the thrill of knowing he could tighten them at will made her heart pound and her juices flow.
            He kept the pressure on the rope as she removed her boots and socks. The rope tightened as she bent to slide her jeans down over her thighs and ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. The shirt slid off her shoulders and let it snake to the ground behind her.
            He nudged her thighs apart. Holding the rope with one hand, maintaining the pressure, his free hand slid between her thighs, testing the moisture there.
            "Nasty nasty. I bet you'd cum if I said the word wouldn't you little slut?"
            Eve moaned as his fingers toyed with her clit and her eyes drifted closed. He laughed and pinched her clit then moved his hand away. "You know better."
            "Give me your hands."
            She held them out to him. He pulled the rope free slowly and looped it several times around her wrists, binding them together. One knot, then he led her to the post and pressed her against it. Pulling her arms up, he clipped the lead rope to the ring he'd installed there long ago. She could feel the smooth surface of the pole against her skin. Her breasts nearly straddled it, leaving her nipples free and available for his pleasure.
            Once again he nudged her thighs apart, pressing against her, his hands sliding possessively over her skin. No crevice, no dimple was ignored in his exploration. He moved around to the other side of the pole and grinned at her, his hand dipping into his pocket. Something shiny flashed in briefly, then he dangled a new set of clamps in front of her.
            "I bought you something new little one."
            He clamped one nipple. She barely had time to register the pain before the second clamp bit down on the other nipple, the chain connecting the two wrapped around the pole. The chain was short enough that her nipples were pulled outward and held in place.
Every move would tug them tighter.
            Eve held perfectly still, moaning softly, feeling the wetness drip from her pussy and trail down the inside of her thighs.
            Jeff moved away and out of her sight. She heard him rustling behind her, then heard the sharp crack of his whip next to her ear. She jumped involuntarily and the clamps bit down against the sensitive tissue.      She pressed hard against the pole, trying to alleviate the pain.
            Then came the pain of a different nature. Tiny bee stings danced across her shoulders and ass as he began a ritual of marking her with the tail on his whip. Over and over the sharp hot pain bit into her skin. Soon she was absorbing the pain, taking it into her, allowing it to give her wings and begin to soar.
            She didn't realize he'd stopped...never saw him move in front of her.
            But she felt the tiny pin pricks of needle sharp pain as the blood rushed back into her nipples. And the pain was only additional catalyst to send her on her journey. She felt herself falling, smelled the sweet smell of fresh cut hay and the warm scent of earth.
            She was on her knees, struggling to stay upright. Then he was filling her, sliding into her slowly, sensuously, his hands holding her hips as he thrust into her heat. Her muscles contracted, gripping him, savouring the fill of him inside her.
            His fingers slid around her thighs, searching for and finding her clit. He stroked it, his fingers following the rhythm his cock maintained inside her. His balls tightened and he thrust hard into her one final time as he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.
            "Now slut," he growled as his cock jerked inside her, releasing hot sweet cum into her pussy.
            Eve bucked against him, wave after wave crashing over her as she came over and over.
            Silence....that perfect place where he took her...her place to savour the sensations and pleasure he brought her. Her body floated...her soul free, unrestrained. Then, she felt his arms around her, holding her, his mellow voice murmuring to her as his lips feathered soft kisses against her brow.
            She curled into him with a soft sigh. "Thank you Master. You are entirely too good to me."
            He arched one brow, his eyes sparkling. "We can't have that."
            Without a hitch, Jeff stood up, still cradling her in his arms and strode out into the bright sunlight.
            She covered her eyes, blocking out the sudden intrusion of light after the darkened barn.
            She came up out of the horse tank sputtering and cursing.
            Jeff laughed until his ribs hurt. She looked up at him, glaring, but couldn't maintain the glare. She splashed him with the water and pushed her wet hair out of her face. "This is going to come back to haunt you."

            He grinned at her. "Perhaps little one. But you know what they say about payback."

Out of The Dark...

Psychologist: "Do you hear voice in your head?"

Me: "Of course I do, I'm a writer."

Psychologist: "I don't mean imaginary ones."

Me: "Neither do I!"

I never rescheduled and he never followed up to find out why. Apparently we both knew we weren't going to connect.

Fiction writers are a special group of people. It's not about glitz and glamor, it's not about trying to be better than the author who's work you fell in love with. At the core of fiction writing, it's not even about selling.

Then why do it?

Because it's fun! Because it's a challenge to create a believable plot, with multi-dimensional characters, that yes, people fall in love with, commiserate with and cry over. But you created them, you gave them life...and then they took control and lived their lives, dealt with the roadblocks, laughed, grieved, cried and pondered. And they get really, really testy if you ignore them for any length of time.

I have not posted since 2013. Life occurs and I don't have a mini-me that keeps me going while I'm working 40+ hours a week, going to grand kids ball games and on and on. All excuse, I agree but it's been a long time since I could lay belly down on my bed and write my stories long hand at night before I fell asleep. My belly fights back and my writing is illegible.

So now, I have retired, and that is a whole other blog, which is what drew me back to this blog. And, I have testy characters in short stories that are letting me know they have waited long enough. They want to enjoy the limelight former stories have enjoyed here.

I'm back and I'm thrilled!! I hope you will be too!

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Ghostly Domination

Ghostly Domination
 © Copyright 2003

            Leaves rattled in the wind. Branches scraped ominously against the panes of glass above her bed.  She shivered once and pulled the covers tighter around her neck, her gaze darting about the darkened room.
            The street light cast weak patterns of dappled light across the floor and walls, the moving branches forcing shadows into a macabre dance. Kayla kept her gaze attuned to the movement, watching images form and dissolve over and over. It was a distraction. It kept her from thinking about the silence that followed each reverberating clap of thunder, and the semi darkness following each brilliant electrifying shaft of lightening.
            And with the last flash from the sky, the world turned black.
            Craning her neck to peek out the window, she saw only darkness. The last bolt of lightening must have taken the power with it. With nothing left to watch, Kayla closed her eyes and forced herself to think of something besides being alone in the house with unrelieved darkness, and the constant rustle of leaves and branches outside her window. As usual, forming a fantasy in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.
            She felt it rather than saw it. Something cool flicking across her skin. The blankets had ridden down, exposing her naked breasts. Her nipples puckered and strained as if stroked with a silken touch. Straining, she tried to see through the stygian darkness. She could feel, but could not see, someone…something caressing her skin. Convinced she remained enveloped in her fantasy turned dream, she tucked her fingers beneath the headboard and released her imagination.
            Images crowded in behind closed eyes as sensation invaded her senses. Warm fingers danced along her sides, something wet flicking across the swollen buds of her nipples, alternating, first one, and then the other.
            Teeth closed around a throbbing nubbin and bit down. She moaned in pain, then pleasure as the nipple was pulled outward. Teeth scrapped along the sensitive skin in the nipple popped free. The experience shifted. She felt the alternate nipple captured, the sharp edges of teeth clamping down hard, pulling, raking the skin until that nipple too, popped free.
            When her legs began to spread, she pressed them together and met with strong resistance. Someone…something forced them apart, exposing her vulnerability. Lightening illuminated the room. Kayla remained alone.  She opened her mouth to scream, the realization that she no longer dreamed rampant in her thoughts, but no sound immerged. Pulling her hands from beneath the headboard, they moved only a few inches and stopped, restrained by an unexplainable force. She felt nothing on her face or around her wrists, but she could neither speak nor defend herself.
            The presence, for she understood that something controlled her beyond her own fantasy, drew her knees up and spread them apart. She felt the essence of something settle between them.  Fingers opened her, spreading the folds of her pussy. Somewhere in the confusion she felt the moisture between her thighs. Deep in her belly, the hunger ignited. Warm wetness speared into her, fanning the sparks into licking flames.
            "No, no," her mind pleaded, but no sound escaped her.
            Those same fingers that opened her to exploration now penetrated her, delving into her, pumping, twisting, opening. She couldn't count the number, but the fullness increased. Her body responded to silent entreaty, her hips rising to meet the gentle thrusting, her pussy accommodating the fullness. She felt a thumb caress her clit, then fold away and disappear into her pussy with fingers and palm.
            She'd never been fisted, but the experience was not like she would have imagined. Where she expected pain, there was insistence, pressure, then settlement. Kayla fucked the hand that filled her, dominated her, her hips rising and falling to match the steady restricted thrust of the hand inside her.
            Then it stilled, paused inside her as though the ghostly essence waited for her to calm, her body slowed, and stilled, and the fist flexed. Kayla arched hard. Knuckles brushed and offered pressure against a place she'd never known existed. She screamed behind the invisible gag, her body shuddering with wave after wave of pleasure as the fist twisted and pummeled the inner walls of her pussy. Her muscles clenched, meeting nothing, but the sensation of fullness intensified. Whatever nestled inside her body now found itself bathed in sweet hot honey as one orgasm followed another.
            On the fringes of awareness, Kayla felt the fist gently withdraw and mourned the suddenly empty feeling that washed over her.
            Something or someone lapped at her skin, a tongue sliding between her outer lips to capture the remainder of her climax. She felt soft pressure against the tight rosebud opening of her ass and tensed.
            She'd never been taken there, had no desire to have it be so. But she couldn't deny even to herself that she had not been curious. Something wet and cold bathed her there, then pressure as one finger penetrated. She ground her ass against the bed and squirmed. Gentle insertion continued, as though testing her, and made her hunger for more. She gasped as the finger slid deep, then withdrew and vanished.
       Her legs rose. She'd never felt additional weight shift the bed, yet someone, or something was between her legs, lifting them, higher, until even her hips rose slightly off the bed. Her knees bent, her lower legs suspended in the air. Fingers stroked her pussy, dipping in and out, pausing to tease her clit.
            Without warning, her body was invaded once more, filled to capacity and beyond as what felt like a cock thrust into her. Kayla moaned deep in her throat and tightened her legs against the immovable force kneeling between them. Deeper and harder the presence thrust, driving her downward with each forward thrust. She strained against restraints she couldn't feel, and moaned around a gag she couldn't taste. Kayla panted as the wave blossomed and swelled in the pit of her belly, radiating outward, gathering momentum. With one final, deep thrust, her world exploded around her.
            Stars ignited and exploded in the darkness behind her closed lids and she cried out behind the gag as another orgasm swept her along. Something warm bathed her inside out and trickled down her ass to pool on the bed beneath her.
            Then warmth enveloped her. She could feel dampness smearing her chest. Her legs slid slowly back to the mattress, warm honey sliding across a hot rock.
            Her hands were free.
            The invisible gag...gone.
            The warmth present moments before now missing. Her blankets were drawn over her, tucked gently about her shoulders. Something feather light brushed her cheek. The presence was fading; she could feel the balance in the room change.
            "Wait," she cried out, finding her voice for the first time.
            "Who are you?"
            As the balance returned, the air charged with energy moments before softened and stilled, a soft whisper rippling through that stillness.

Beautiful Saturday morning all,

Rain is held at bay for the first time in over a week. We've had major flooding, lives lost, and busy fire rescue teams pulling people out of dangerous situations. Goddess bless these folks for risking their lives for others in an emergency.

It's been a couple weeks and thought perhaps it was time to post another story. Not quite sure which one yet so everyone, including myself, will be surprised.

Happy doing whatever it is you love doing!


Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I know it's been a while but life happens, right? Last weekend I drove to Hays, KS to meet up with my best friend from high school who'd I'd not had contact with in 45 years. Lot of tears, lot of laughs and a lot of new memories to blend in with the old ones.

Friendship is such a valuable thing, true friendship. It should never be squander or discarded over petty disagreements. Seriously, I've had three "Best Friends" in my life, the kind you know you can tell anything, will keep your secrets, understands your deepest fears and knows your faces and knows when those faces are hiding pain or uncertainty you don't want the rest of the world to see.

This won't be the last time we get together. I won't let her get away so easy again.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

We're starting to get into a rut here; hot all day and thunderstorms in the evening, night or early morning before sunrise. I'm ready for fall.

Friday I will meet up with my best friend from high school. We lost track of each other 45 years ago, and I just found her a couple of weeks ago. I searched on and off for 20 years and couldn't believe it when I finally talked to her on the phone.

So Friday we are meeting at a halfway point between us to spend some time together. I so can't wait.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Corporate Indulgence

Corporate Indulgence
Copyright ©2002 D Fellows All Rights Reserved

“No Kevin! My desk. Eight a.m. End of discussion.”

The cell phone closed with a satisfying click. Emma dropped it into her purse and plopped the purse on the entry table. Leaning against the door, she sighed deeply, her fingers working at the kinks in the back of her neck. “Thank God this day is over.” The words came out more as a groan as she pushed off from the door and crossed to the kitchen, heels clicking against the Italian marble tiles.  Reaching up she pulled at the pins, allowing midnight black waves to cascade down her back and over her shoulders.

She stepped out of her shoes next to the counter and padded over to the fridge.  Wine.  A crystal flute from the rack over the island. She poured; sipped; sighed in contentment.  Wandering toward the bedroom, glass in one hand, the other engaged in fingering the buttons free down the front of her blouse. Tugging it out of her skirt as she crossed the threshold to her bedroom, she let it slip off one shoulder, switched the wine to her other hand and allowed the blouse to fall free and pool behind her.

Settling her glass on the nightstand, Emma moved to stand before the window overlooking the bay.  All manner of ships chugged past.  As she reached back and unfastened her skirt, she imagined the men scurrying around the decks, their skin warm, and slick with sweat. The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Her palms grazed the rounded swell of her cheeks as she slid the skirt past her hips. Soon, the air would chill as the sun dropped into the darkening sea, ships becoming no more than flickering pinpoints of light in the darkness.

Her foot cradled against the edge of the chair, Emma slowly rolled a stocking down the length of her leg, loving the smooth soft skin beneath her fingers.  She repeated the process with the other stocking, wadded them into a ball and dropped them on the chair. The garter belt followed, the bra close behind.  Picking up the wine, she rolled the cool crystal across the heated skin above her breasts and let her mind drift; and settle on her last appointment that afternoon.

He emanated dark malignant sexuality. Adam Enders had arrived for his appointment with an attitude of supreme confidence and casual nonchalance. Emma recognized immediately that he didn’t give a damn if he sold her on the project or not. If she didn’t jump on it, someone else would.

Emma sipped her wine, chuckling.  She hadn’t heard two words of his presentation, but she’d heard his voice. Soft, low, commanding. And she’d felt its effect between her thighs. Hot, wet, aching. Her nipples, taut and throbbing, had pressed against the soft white silk of her blouse. He hadn’t missed that; she’d seen satisfaction reflected in his charcoal gray eyes.

Shivering slightly, she finished the wine and set the glass aside on her way to the bathroom. Thoughts still dancing lightly on the memory of Adam Enders, she turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and pulled her hair back up and pinned it in place. Stepping into the steaming stream, Emma slid the door closed.

The pulsing water withdrew a blissful sigh as she backed into the steam. Cascading heat eased the tension in her neck and shoulders. She had not realised until that moment that Adam Enders had so dominated her thoughts since he’d walked out the door with a firm handshake and quiet promise in his smile.  Raw desire swallowed his parting words as his nails grazed her palm before releasing her hand.

Eyes closed, she slathered her arms and shoulders with rich, creamy lather, the scent of night flowers permeating the steam. Thoughts of Adam drifted into her mind as she lifted first one breast, then the other; the ruffled sponge more a caress than a means to bathing. Her nipples puckered, taut sweet cherries begging to be tasted. Fingers skimmed down over her belly, across her hips.  The fingers were his, long, tapered, strong.  She could feel them graze her exposed mound as they slid along her thighs, sliding down one leg then back up the other. 

A slow fire smoldered in her belly; a fire he’d ignited with that slow rumbling voice and penetrating gaze. The heel of her hand pressed against the curve of her pelvic bone, her fingers curling downward to slide between the swollen folds of her pussy.  God how she ached; burned for release.  Adam had been nothing but professional. She always made it a point not to mix business and pleasure. How then had he penetrated the carefully erected shield and crashed her defenses? How had he contrived to make her want him beyond reason?

A fingertip found the nub of pleasure at the apex of her pussy, rubbing it slowly.  Moaning softly, Emma reformed the image in her mind that plagued her during the drive home. Him; towering over her, predator studying prey. Her eyes closed now, she gave freedom to fantasy. She watched him, methodically removing his clothing, his gaze pinning her in place. His tan, lithe body, honed to hardness, revealed piece by piece.  Devouring him, her fingers stroked faster, slipping in and out of her pussy now, drawing forth the orgasm she craved.

Shuddering she leaned against the shower wall, panting, the hot shower easing the rigidity in her shoulders and back once more.  Slowly her heart slowed, her breathing returned to normal.  But the ache remained, a hunger for more…more of Adam Enders. Without a doubt she knew he could take her to heights of pleasure she’d never known with another man.  Yearning blossomed and took root in the pit of her belly.

She stepped from the shower and wrapped in a thick bath sheet.  Freeing her hair, she wandered into the bedroom, drying her body as she made her away to the bed. The towel dropped behind her as she crawled onto the bed and reached into the nightstand drawer. The throbbing between her legs intensified as she removed a large dildo.  Darkness had swept across the room while she showered.  One light burned at the bedside, bathing her in golden softness.

Legs parted, eyes closed, she called forth the image once more and slid the dildo deep into her pussy, arching into as though arching into a lover’s thrust. Fingers found her clit, pinching and rubbing the now ultra sensitive bud as her hips rocked and bucked against the dildo stroking her inner walls.  Muscles contracted around the thick rubber phallus, shifted now to rub at her clit.  In her desire induced state, it was Adam’s cock pounding into her, teasing the wave building inside, drawing it closer to the point of cresting.

Arching, she groaned deep in her throat as the surge crashed down, tumbling her over and over with each pulsing convulsion. She stroked deeper, wresting every last drop from deep inside.  Cum pooled beneath her on the coverlet as she slowly eased the dildo out.  Eyes closed, she waited for her body to recover.  Soon, she could distinguish the soft swoosh of the ceiling fan, the gentle ticking of her bedside clock, the harsh breathing of….

Eyes suddenly wide, she stared at the shadow leaning against the doorframe, watching her.  With quiet grace, the shadow shifted, sauntered slowly toward her until it became solid man. 

Adam stared down at her with a wry grin as he dropped her spare house keys on the bed beside her, the keys she’d slipped him as he shook her hand before leaving the office.

“You started without me,” he chastised.

Emma grinned back.  “That was just a warm up.”

He towered over her, predator studying prey. She watched him, methodically removing his clothing, his gaze pinning her in place. His tan, lithe body, honed to hardness, revealed piece by piece.