Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - A long soak

Tuesday again already? I don't know about you, but I could use a little pampering. Check out all the teasers by popping over to the blog
She closed the door and took off her slippers. Steam rose from the warm water, petals scattered across the surface. She could smell rose and fuchsia drifting through the room. Releasing the tie on her terrycloth bathrobe, she let it fall to the floor. Before stepping into the tub, she checked that her hair was still knotted on the top of her head. The mix of blossoms and oil weren’t things she wanted tangled in.
Braced on one wrist, she lifted a carefully pointed toe and dipped it into the water. It was so hot, she almost pulled it back out, but instead she plunged in to her knee. Heat pricked up her leg and then dissipated, warming her chill skin. Shifting her weight into her other wrist, on the other side of the tub, she stepped in and sank up to her shoulders. A sigh floated out with the floral aroma, taking all her tension with it.
The door opened and she almost bolted up.
“Don’t move,” he said, moving her towels off the bench to the floor. “I have tea,” he said, setting her tiny pot-on-cup down. “And wine. Anything else, Mistress?”
She couldn’t think of a thing.

Friday, 17 October 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - The Hunt

The bright lights blinded her. They were meant to illuminate the temptations that surrounded, but they just burned, leaving green and pink after images when she blinked. This was meant to be a place of pleasure, of indulgence, but that was not her purpose. She was here to save someone. She didn’t know who, not yet, but if should find a moment of quiet, it would come to her. She tucked between two buildings and waited for the sparkling lights behind her eyes to disappear. Blocking out the cacophony, she made out a single voice.


The hunt was on.
This was just may take on this vibrant picture. There are more waiting for you on the blog.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #6

Now we find out what Will really likes. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

Will, would you come with me?”
Will straightened from the oven where he had just set the ham to roast. Nicholas wasn’t wearing a shirt and neither did Will. He found they just got dirty and in the way when he worked, especially in the warm kitchen. He was charged with cooking for himself and having enough food available for the guests. He was never asked to serve them, just have food in the pantry. It was pleasant choosing the food for himself instead of eating what some woman dictated. He hadn’t known how to cook at first, though, and botched a lot before developing the skill.
“Yes, sir.” He wiped his hands on a towel, which he tossed back into the sink.
“What would you do with this?” he asked, opening one of the doors. He didn’t think anyone was in any of the rooms. He usually stayed out of the halls when the vampires were busy. Inside, a man stood naked. His bound hands hung above him. It was a white man, though not as pale as Terrance, or even Nicholas. Will licked his lips, unsure what the vampire wanted.
Will took a tentative step into the room, wanting a closer look at the man. His skin was a brownish-olive, warm. Black, glossy hair fell in waves to his shoulders. The same glossy hair framed an average looking penis. Or it would be average, if it weren’t half-hardened, vessels starting to stand out on it.
Will had handled his own penis many times. It was much larger than this one, but the lighter skin, the fact that it wasn’t his, fascinated him.
“Go on,” Nicholas urged.
“Master?” the man asked.
“This is Will, Bart. I thought I’d get a fresh opinion. I’d hate for our play to become stale.”
Bart sighed and sagged a little pulling his elbows as far as the rope allowed. “I understand. He is young, isn’t he?”
“Sixteen,” Nicholas answered.
Will took slow steps and then reached out to touch the other man’s penis.
The image of a woman playing with his penis flashed through his head. Then more memories: white fingers against dark skin. Black hands beating. White hands beating. His mother strung up, beaten for a whore.
He let go and stepped back, shaking his head.
“No? I think he liked that.” Nicholas reached past Will to grip Bart’s length. “What he really likes, is this.” Nicholas crouched and licked the head of Bart’s cock where it was just beginning to pass the foreskin. He held the head in his mouth while he stroked. Will watched in fascination.
“Give it a try,” Nicholas urged, pointing the penis toward Will.
He shook a little and knelt down, taking the penis in his hand again. This time there were no frightening images, no memories, just the warm flesh in his hand. The skin was impossibly soft. It was what he imagined white ladies hands were like.
That memory bombarded him again, and he stroked the soft skin as he remembered the white fingers stroking his, ever so gently.

Remember, there are plenty more great tastes waiting on the blog

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - First Kiss

Here's a fun little scene in 200 words. Hope you like it. Check out all the teasers on the blog.
Dustin moved one of the lights. “Are you warm enough?”
Lily pulled her shirt off her chest and blew down it. She was certainly warm enough. “Misty? Are you cold, sweetie?”
“No.” Misty’s voice wavered.
“Josiah, have you even said hello to Misty?” Dustin asked his nephew off to one side.
“No.” The little black boy had his arms crossed. He was also naked and unabashed by it. “Why?”
“You don’t like her because she’s white?” Dustin asked. Sweat made his black skin reflect the bright lights. The heat was getting to him too.
“I don’t care she’s white. She’s a girl.” He made a face.
“No, I’m not!” Misty yelled. “You’re just a stupid head.”
“I am not!” Josiah shouted back.
Dustin snapped his camera up and began clicking away. Lily moved to stand behind him, the children toe-to–toe, arguing.
“You don’t have a penis,” Josiah claimed.
Misty looked down in disbelief.  “Mom? Where’s my penis?”
“You never had a penis, sweetie,” Lily tried to remind her. Dustin continued clicking away with a huge grin on his face.
“Make him pay, Misty,” Dustin said, laughter in his voice. “Kiss him.”
The adults cheered, but Josiah’s response was, “Yuck.”

Friday, 10 October 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - The Look

Angela stopped, like the rest of her group of friends, to enjoy the tall, dark stranger standing on the beach. He was obviously looking for someone, and they all hoped one of them was it. He turned his gaze and caught the clutch of girls gawking. He flashed a brilliant white smile, all the brighter for his dark skin, which made the girls melt. All except Angela. There was something ominous in that smile. Something predatory. It was a power symbol, not a friendly one.

Perhaps because she wasn’t tittering like her friends, the man fixed his gaze on her.
One picture, many stories. The blog has them all! 

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Thursday Tasters - Slave #5

A little interlude with Will and Lynn. It's on the long side, 500 words, but it didn't break down well. Be sure you check the other tasters on the blog.

Good as her word, William was undisturbed the following evenings as he read in the parlor. The noises coming from the hall sometimes gave him pause, trying to imagine what might be going on behind the doors, but almost always, he returned to the words on the page, the science and religion he could find in them.
He’d never read the bible before. He expected it to be painfully difficult, but it was surprisingly simple. It contradicted itself over and over again, making him wonder if the pastors were ever as confused as he was. The books on nature, which he expected to be simple, were very complex, requiring he consult the gigantic dictionary that rested on a reading stand in the parlor and was the main reason he read there. When he was first introduced to books, he assumed the tome was the bible. In a way, it had become one. His library of words.
He gave up on sciences after a time. He could understand the basics, how plants and animals procreated, life cycles, food cycles, those were easy to understand, but when it extended to air currents and weather or the pull of the earth, he was hopelessly lost.
“William?” Lynn asked, poking her head in the parlor. “I didn’t expect you to stay in tonight. Isn’t there a shindig down the road?”
There was a party at a farm. The master was on a trip out of town and the mistress was visiting a friend in town, leaving the slaves unoccupied for an evening. Will had heard about it, but hadn’t really considered going.
“Wouldn’t you like to go? Meet a nice girl?”
He shrugged. “What do I want one for?”
Lynn’s brow furrowed in puzzlement. “You don’t...you don’t like girls?” she asked, letting her cool hand rest on his arm. “Have you ever kissed one?”
He pulled his arm back. “No. Women are only for fucking and beating.” He turned back to his book.
“You think I’m only good for fucking or beating?” she asked, moving to perch on the arm of his chair.
“Of course not,” he said with a smirk. “You’re a white lady. You are for men to carry on their arm, to make babies and run households.”
Lynn’s mouth puckered again. “Would you like to make babies?”
He dropped his book in alarm. “No.” He said, shaking a little. What was she asking? That was mad. He could never...fuck a white lady. “No, I don’t want to make any more slaves,” he said, imagining that was what she meant.
She nodded solemnly. “I can certainly understand that.” She ran her hand through Will’s short cut black curls. Terrance took a razor to his head once a month, so the coarse nap never had much length. “We worry about you, William. Are you happy here?”
He looked into the vampire’s glowing amber eyes. It was one of the few outward signs that they were different, their gemstone eyes. They seemed to shatter light, collect it in a glow. “Why should it matter?”
Lynn sighed and bowed her head. “I suppose it doesn’t. If you were terribly unhappy, we would sell you to another owner.”
“And who would keep your house?” he asked. “You?”
Lynn chuckled. “Probably not. We would likely hire a woman to do it.”
“Why would you do that when you can have a slave?” It didn’t make sense.
“We...we aren’t comfortable with humans living here, William. You know what we are by now, don’t you?”
“You’re vampires.”
“You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
He snorted. “Who would believe a slave boy? No, I have told no one. I haven’t seen any dead bodies or had to clean more than splatters of blood. What business is it of mine?”
“None, I suppose, but you can see why we might worry.”
“I’m not worried,” he said shrugging. “You seem to get your blood from your...clients.” He used the word with derision. He still couldn’t comprehend what exactly went on in the house.
Lynn nodded. “We do. Well, Will, I just wanted to make sure you knew you could go to that party, if you wanted.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I think I’ll read some more.”
She smiled broadly. “We’ve expanded our library for you. I’m glad you enjoy it.”
He dropped the book a second time. “You bought them for me?”
She nodded, still smiling. “Yes. We are interested in some topics, but don’t usually buy books. Are there any you particularly fancy?” She rose from her perch and went to the small shelf.
“All of them,” he said, still lost in a fog of disbelief. “Why would you buy books for your slave?”
Lynn straightened and turned back again. “Because although your happiness might not matter to you, it does to us. We want you to be happy, Will.” She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him toward her for a quick peck.
Lynn’s head turned to look toward the front entry. “Henry is here. Excuse me, Will.”

Will didn’t open his book again, looking at it in wonder. Perhaps there was more to this than he had imagined. 

More tasters on the blog.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Trapped

Here's a Teaser for you. Many more available on the blog.
“Here, put this on.” Lindsay snatched up the clothing and held it tight to her chest. The man gave her shove and she heard a lock slide into place. She didn’t move at first, shivering.
Time to take stock, what did she have? There were the clothes in her arms, but that couldn’t be much. She was in her skin aside from that. Skin and the new ink on her left breast and buttock. Skin and the bruises on her arms. Skin and the slick fluid dripping down the inside of her thigh.
The room had one window. Dropping the clothing she ran to it, to the yellowish streetlight that was all she had to see by. The window was screwed shut, which didn’t surprise her. There might be something to break it, but probably not. Picking up the clothes again, she pulled on a pair of men’s boxers, black and a thick sweatshirt. Both were too big, but the sweatshirt was warm. Sitting on the mattress, she covered her face, finally relenting to the tears she had done her best to hide from the men.
“Hey, Princess. Busy day tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
Pillow muffling her cries, she tried.