Friday, 12 September 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - A study

Roberto surveyed his work. It wasn’t quite right. It was definitely what he was trying to achieve, ink swirling and dripping, but something was missing.
“For Christ’s sake, Rob, could you keep your shit in your own room?”
Roberto gritted his teeth at the grating sound of his roommate’s profanity. The voice was not at all matched by the beauty that stormed in.
“I mean it! If I catch one more sketch in the kitchen or sitting room, I’m knifing some canvas.”
When he saw the smudges left on her cheek by the cheap daily paper, it came to him.

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Thursday, 11 September 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #1

Thought I'd change it up, finally. You're probably all pretty sick of Gentleman, so how about the next Blue Moon House prequel? Here's a clip from the opening to Slave. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

“Will, come in here.” Terrance called.
The young man, reading in the parlor, dropped his book. “Yes, sir?” His heart raced, afraid his master would punish him for reading, for taking leisure.
“Come in.”
Will had only been in the rooms during the day. They were stark and plain, very easy to clean, though the blood was both disturbing and stubborn when stained. He followed the icy-skinned man into the room and found a woman with black skin like his own, trussed up and hanging from the roof.
“She says she wants more.”
“Yes. Yes, master. I am evil. Punish me more.”
Terrance shook his head, white blond hair swinging out. “I don’t understand. Aren’t you people beaten enough?”
Will’s jaw clenched. “No. Some women never learn their place.” He strode up to the woman and slapped her face. Blood and saliva sprayed the floor. “Some women are no good for anything.” He slapped again, sending her head spinning in the opposite direction. “Some women are only good for fucking.” He unbuttoned his trousers, ready to do what it seemed his master had failed in.
“Will, stop.” It wasn’t Terrance but Sophia. Even after three years in their service, he still wasn’t comfortable with his owners. They could hear everything in the house and they were as fast as ghosts, appearing in one room and then another. He had learned quickly to do as they asked, when they asked, because they always knew if he didn’t. “Go back to your book.”
“No,” he said, not taking his eyes off the woman before him. “This is what you want, isn’t it, whore?” He stepped closer, squeezing her cheeks and deforming her mouth. “You want me to fuck you savagely while I tear out your hair, twist off your nipples.”
“William,” Sophia said again, an air of command.
“No, wait.” This time it was Nicholas. Were they all going to watch him? Not that he particularly cared, but it would increase the woman’s shame.
“Yes,” she said, tears leaking from her eyes. “Please, sir.”
He dropped her mouth to slap her again. “I am not your sir. I am not your master. I am your executioner.” He grabbed her by the hips and attempted to spear her. His cock hadn’t cooperated, so he used several fingers, jamming them into her, pushing hard. He also pinched her butt cheek, pulled her hair, and tweaked her nipple, pulling it and twisting.
She screamed and rocked on his hand, wetness leaking from it around her. She sobbed. “Yes...ah...yes...ah...” Her gasps started to even out and Will pulled back his hand.
“You are nothing but a filthy whore and you will never be anything to anyone.”
Her eyes closed and she sagged against her bonds, relaxing completely.

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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Incense

With a gentle puff from her mouth, she blew out the flame, leaving a cherry red glow that became enveloped in white-grey ash. 

Immediately the perfume filled her nose and opened her sinuses. She could almost feel the scent opening her mind, easing the pain that had started to pinch behind her eyes. She still covered one, the flaring pain making sparks appear when she let go enough to open it.

She’d been prone to migraines for years. The doctors weren’t helpful, except in prescribing pain killers. They worked some of the time, but she hated being laid up, completely useless for an hour or more while she lay conscious but blind.

Smoke curled up and she moved the stick, watching the swirls. She leaned over and inhaled it, letting out a deep sigh when her lungs were full. Her eyes closed, the sense seemed to move from her nose to her throat and ears, and finally her eyes.

She gazed through the muted light coming through sheer drapes. They damped the sharpness of the sun, easing her vision, but leaving more than enough to read or write or even work on the computer.

Thank God for lavender and mint.

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Friday, 5 September 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Fluffy

The fan clicked off and Eric sagged as though the wind had been holding him up.
“That’s it for scene two.”

His fluffer came immediately, distracting him as his co-star was bound and stripped by his ‘minions.’ This business really took the soul from him. He was so glad he had Stephanie. There wasn’t a production she hadn’t pulled him through, using her little tricks to get a rise out of him.

“Antoine’s?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

She stroked him while she answered. “Sure. Sounds tasty.”

She didn’t know about the tiny hidden box.


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Since writing this piece in August, I've watched the first episodes of the new series of Dr. Who. This picture reminds me of Peter Capaldi's red lined jacket. Awesome.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #10

Ready for the repercussions? Here we go with another snip from Gentleman. Make sure you hit the blog for all the other tasters.

He was unprepared for his second slap of the evening, this from his wife. After landing the blow, she took his arm and pulled him toward the entry. She started her tirade there in a series of whispers.
“I can't believe you just left. If I didn't know your mother, I'd think she'd raised you in a barn. Honestly, I can accept the widow. That's business.” Apparently Veronica had taken notice of Lynn at some point. He could have sworn she was engaged when Lynn withdrew. Once they were in the carriage her voice rose to full volume. “But a whore, Harrold? In the Baskins' house. Do you have any idea how you embarrassed me? I couldn't care less how often you frequent them or what vile things you do with them, but as a guest?”
Veronica's shrill voice had never appealed to him, but her tone, the way she berated him. God help him, it made him want her. For the first time in a long time.
He sank to the floor of the carriage, taking her hands and holding them to his forehead. “Forgive me. Tell me what I must do?”
“Do?” she asked, confused and snatching her hands back. “Whatever do you mean? Get up. Sit like a man.”
He rose, but longed to continue where her command had taken him. He sat beside her, his hand holding her breast and thumb circling above her corset. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured in her ear, nibbling the lobe.
She nudged him with her shoulder to push him away. “I'll ask you not to treat me as one of your ladies of the night.”
Harrold exited the carriage first, offering Veronica his hand. He kept hold when she was on the ground, breathing into her ear again. “What of our room? Can I appease you there?”
“Are you mad? I've had you tear me open quite enough, thank you.” Snatching her hand back, she hurried into the house.
Harrold seriously considered walking to Baker Street before finally following and lying silently beside his lovely wife.
There had to be a way out.


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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Two Minutes

Her mind raced, reeling through lists, appointments. She had to pick up her son at 5 and take him to a game. Then her daughter at 6, return to pick up son, get supper somewhere in there… It was overwhelming, but if she didn’t think ahead to tomorrow, she’d forget something.
She jumped at a loud honk and noticed the light had turned green. Better that than not noticing it was red. She’d done that once or twice since becoming a single parent.
The scales tipped. She couldn’t swallow and her vision blurred. She pulled over immediately, an accident waiting to happen, and parked next to a service station.
She gave herself two minutes. For two minutes she could wail like a baby, scream at the world, swear like a sailor. When the second minute ended, she would wipe her eyes, blow her nose and go get her son. It had worked before.
She opened her phone to set a timer and spied a message from her daughter.
Think Dad’s out there somewhere?
The picture attached included all of heaven, the bright amidst the black. It was easy to imagine him floating among the stars.
She didn’t need two minutes.

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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Contest with @KaydenMcLeod #giveaway

Kayden McLeod has an awesome segment on her blog this month. It is the August of Other Worlds and she is giving away copies of books all month! So hop over there and check out all the great offerings (you might see one from me in there.

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