the handsome man's tale part 2

First of all gods, I am sorry its so quiet, had mic issues and also sorry my voice is so bloody rough and flat due to this Autumn cold and the low budget not allowing me licencing rights or hiring a singer.  The Handsome man telling his tale this one a tail of tragedy and pain. as Always I hope this tale finds you well on this all hallows eve. 

Confident that his audience of sceptics had been cowed by both his words and the eerie chill and the crackling flames he returned to his role of the showman the jester, the one man who thought mad can tell the truth in this blighted world. He leaped up onto the bar ands clapped his hands twice in a sharp staccato rhythm and began to weave his spell of otherworldly stories.

He slowly began to weave his tale as the audience watched spellbound by old magics, “I was in Ireland and walking across land long since empty lands filled with loss and pain and on this land I found a cross, a memorial from long past and so at midnight I returned and stood as I expected was a girl of twenty six summers dressed in skirt and blouse draped in a soldiers jacket to keep out the chill, she greeted me and we talked, she told a tale of her life and her death, she told it in song to me just as I am telling now. She was young when the war started, twas nineteen fourteen and the air was thick with patriotism and hope a war that would end all wars a war that would be fought against the hun and be over by Christmas, she had grown up the daughter of the publican and over the years caught the eye of a local boy, a young man a bookie who sold dreams and hope in a small dreary town, that brief moment on raceday where if the winds blew right copper could turn to gold. She turned to me and sang, sang of hope and love. My voice is not hers though the words are but the voice is something I can share.

The air grew thick with tenseness as the music started the music a mournful violin that though different from the original seemed to fit.

I'm a girl that's just come over,

Over from the country where they do things big;

And among the boys I've got a jolly sweetheart,

Since I got a sweetheart I don't care a fig.

For the boy I love is up in the gallery,

The boy I love is looking now at me;

There he is, can't you see him waiving off his handkerchief,

As merry as the robin that sings in the tree?

For the boy I love is up in the gallery,

The boy I love is looking now at me;

There he is, can't you see him waiving off his handkerchief,

As merry as the robin that sings in the tree?

He is not tall, but yet he's manly,

And I always see him in the same old place;

Curly head is bobbing, don't you see him nodding?

There he is! don't you see his smiling face?

For the boy I love is up in the gallery,

The boy I love is looking now at me;

There he is, can't you see him waiving off his handkerchief,

As merry as the robin that sings in the tree?

For the boy I love is up in the gallery,

The boy I love is looking now at me;

There he is, can't you see him waiving off his handkerchief,

As merry as the robin that sings in the tree?

“They fell in ,love and courted and were engaged to be married, that awkward period of unrequited affection and longing sighs, blushing smiles and nervous titters, waved neckerchiefs and notes turning to an engagement that filled the town with joy and laughter and the nervous energy of wedding bells approaching, but then as spring grew distant and the world turned, hope turned to fear as the men marched off to war, before he marched with his boyhood pals towards distant shores they wed out in the glades they had played in as children, just these two lovers promising before god that when he returned that they would truly be bound by priest and sacrament. 

He took a sip of wine and looked at his bride to be talking more to her than the spellbound audience, pouring the pain into his tale and his fears,  fears that if his words were not enough that he was damming her to a life alone unable to fill the aching burning regret and loss, the hole he would leave, maybe twas the worst of the curse, that his failure dams his mate to a life alone tortured with visions of what could have been, the one kiss they share the only love she will have if he is not enough to please the demons.

“he went to war marched off with boyhood friends, the scene could be anything from when they were young, broomsticks on shoulder playing at soldier now come true, pellet guns and shotguns now lee Enfield’s and webleys, he wrote letters home and she wept and prayed spending days in church on her knees begging for his safe return so she can spend her nights on her back or knees in pleasure not fear and prayer. The war wasn’t over by Christmas no, twas weeks longer then months then year after bloody year of dogeared letter and tale of shellscrape and machinegun nest till that fateful day, there was a knock and a letter, born by the local chaplain a old man of seventy, too old to fight left behind by the regiment to bring comfort and aid to the familys left behind. Rather than delivering it to home he took the notice to her, it was he that heard her wail of pain and loss as she knew what it was as he walked up the pathway,. That hateful black banded paper an arrow through her heart.”

He sinked to his knees in horror weeping at the scene his heart torn open as he recounted her pain, “the scream of pain the roaring howl of dying love and hope, a noise that was depressingly common in the village, the women flocked to her to support her as she lay wrapped in the boys dress uniform jacket, his casket laid down in the pub she worked for the wake, her night spent weeping over his cold form. He was buried and she was catatonic” he looked at his wife to be and held her closely, the women watching seeing this young man as human now, they saw and felt the guilt at the price he was to pay hitting them like a hammer blow as they realised that in their fear of the curse that they had forgotten that he was a boy just like theirs, he had been a babe in cloth, a child but he had known since birth that he may not be granted chance to grow old.

The guilt striking them as if a hammer blow to the chest as he murmured into his partners ear, that if he failed this night that this song was a begging plea for to live on to find a life after him. The sorrow of his cousin long dead something to be left in story alone.

I am stretched on your grave

And will lie there forever

If your hands were in mine

I'd be sure we'd not sever

My apple tree my brightness

It's time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks

That I'm safe in my bed

From night until morning

I am stretched at your head

Calling out to the air

With tears hot and wild

My grief for the boy

That I loved as a child

Do you remember

The night we were lost

In the shade of the blackthorn

And the chill of the frost

you swore before our god

 we’d be married  this was not just this night

As you left here for france

called me your  pillar of light

The priests and the friars

Approach me in dread

Because I still love you

My love and you're dead

I still would be your shelter

Through rain and through storm

And with you in your cold grave

I cannot sleep warm

So I'm stretched on your grave

And will lie there forever

If you hands were in mine

I'd be sure we'd not sever

My apple tree my brightness

It's time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am worn by the weather

He finished his song and quietly began to sob into the girls chest, for his cousin for the boy who died alone drowning in the mud under the weight of the dead, for the girl he left behind dying of heartbreak and finally for the first time for himself and his love as the weight of his path hit him.  She knew in that moment that though he was the figure of legend that he needed her to be strong to love him, to be the only one in this blighted place to fight for him. She took him, guided him upstairs and kissed him frantically, hard rough and passionate, the two lovers taking the moment in the fear that it would be their first and last.

                                           

 Shedding clothes and scratching caressing nipping licking, moaning and biting. Moving to the bed moaning the rocking of the headboard shaking the rafters and those present remembering years gone by, the songs of this young woman reminding them 0f the price and the fear their thundering climax muffled by the roar of the fire and the pealing thunder in the sky, as they slaked their thirst for each other together, spurred on by the curse’s need for a fresh victim, conceiving his child as he himself was conceived, in the fear that this was the last and whipped up by the fear, his terror and his uncertainty the same aphrodisiac that the march to war gave. 

Oral Dilemma Pt 2

Did you enjoy the first part of the new story?  If you missed it you can go read it HERE.  

Well, it seems Roxy has found someone that loves her for herself that doesn't care about the extra pounds. Isn't it great when you find that special person that values you for who you are?  Ready to see how things progress?  

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 Oral Dilemma Pt. 2 

Summer Blues 

by 

Ellie Mack

Chad and I were crazy about each other. He absolutely adored me, and like I said he worshiped my body. If at any point I felt bad about myself or self-conscious of my appearance he was there to boost my ego and remind me just how much he loved my body. That’s the thing though. He loved my body, not me.

We dated throughout my junior year. Over the summer my dad got me a job at his company and I didn’t see Chad for three and a half months. My job was grueling, physical labor. From the middle of May to August I had dropped nearly 50 pounds and was fitting into a size 6. I was so proud of myself. In the evenings I ran two miles nearly every day to help tone things up. I was really feeling good about myself, and feeling confident. I couldn’t wait to see Chad. I couldn’t wait for him to catch me, twirl me around and say “Look at you. Wow” then kiss me deeply.

It wasn’t to be. Devon actually picked my sister and me up from the airport as mom was working. Devon was watching for us. He stood when he saw my sister approach looking around, he looked right through me. It figures right?  I knew I was invisible to him but ouch. 

It wasn’t until I was standing there beside them as they embraced that he looked up realizing it was me.  The shocked expression on his face was priceless. His jaw literally dropped as he gasped, his eyes growing large. He nearly shoved Tara aside to get to me. “Oh my God. Roxy. Look at you! “ He lifted me off the ground, embracing me,twirling me around. Right image, wrong guy. Then he added as he set me slowly down, looking at me like he thought about kissing me for a second. “Wow. Roxy I didn’t recognize you. Wow.” He hugged me again. But I knew he didn’t really want to kiss me. It did make me feel good that he at least noticed. We talked a bit like we did in the old times.

On the drive back to our house, he bought Tara and me a large ice tea. We talked casually  in an easy friendly manner. It was amazing how fast it was just like when we were kids playing in a fort. There was a comfortable ease with Devon. When we arrived at home he helped carry in our bags. Tara immediately called her friends to go out. Devon sat on the stool in the kitchen and talked with me, sharing ice tea.

It was really great, we talked like we used to before I got fat. Before I became the chubby girl at school that he didn't want to be seen with. It was casual, comfortable, without any awkward moments - an unforced natural rhythm.  I was about to ask how many hours he had logged in the gym when Devon started telling me about his job working for his dad’s contracting firm. He was noticeably bulked from what he had been before. Not that Devon was a skinny guy, but the added muscle looked really good on him. He could have easily been a model. 

I texted Chad to let him know I was home when I went to the bathroom, but he said he was at work and would come by in the morning. That was a disappointment. Sitting in the kitchen with Devon looking so hot kind of got me worked up, and well  I was hoping that Chad would at least want to come by after he got off work to get reacquainted. I washed my face trying to hide the flush of heat I felt. 

when I returned to the kitchen Devon asked if we could order a pizza, said he enjoyed talking with me. Who was I to argue?

We shared a pizza, ice tea, and funny stories about our summers. We sat out on the deck in the summer evening watching lightning bugs, reminiscing about when we were kids.At one point he reached for my hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world.  A few minutes later he let go and took the empty pizza box inside to the trash bin.

“So Roxy, what do you see in that dork Chad anyways? You deserve better than him. “ He leaned in towards me as he sat on the edge of his chair.  He took my hand again, his thumb caressing over the small triangle of skin between my thumb and fore finger. 

I blushed. “He gets me Devon. He appreciates me for who I am.”  I could barely think with him caressing that little bit of my hand.

He stared into his glass swirling his ice tea. “ You know he talks.”

“Oh?” I’d talked about our relationship to Angie, the girl I worked with over the summer. “What about?”

Devon looked out over the lawn,  staring off into the distance.  A few seconds later he sighed and turned towards me, his eyes locked on mine. “He tells everyone you’re his slut. That you’ll do anything he asks. He doesn’t respect you, he's  using you Roxy.”

I couldn’t help but blush. Of all the people to hear this from I got to hear it from Devon. I suppose it was true in a sense. I was rather slutty with Chad, and had done everything he asked. I enjoyed all aspects of sex with Chad, but sitting there at that moment with Devon I felt dirty and cheap.  I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

“ He likes my curves.”

“You know Roxy, there are people that like you for you not for what you will do for them. “ He slugged down the last of his tea. He leaned over,  my hand in his and pulled me to my feet. “Don’t let him treat you like this. You’re better than that.”

He hugged me tight. Oh it felt so nice to be in his arms. We just seemed to fit. Of course if I hadn’t lost all that weight he’d probably never have even hugged me, certainly wouldn't have been able to wrap his arms around me like he did.  I felt safe, secure, and loved for that brief few seconds in his arms. For a minute or so it looked like he might kiss me, then he dropped his eyes down and squeezed my hand. “I, I’ve gotta go. Gotta get up early in the morning for work. “

I walked through the kitchen to the front door with him. “Thanks for picking me and Tara up from the airport. I really appreciate it.” I pulled him back for another hug."And for the company and the pizza."

He held me for just a couple seconds then sighed. “It’s great to see you again Roxy and you look amazing.” He kissed my cheek then left.

How is it that Chad kissing me, and doing everything else we did together didn’t move me like that one simple kiss on my cheek? I must have stood there for ten minutes staring after him.

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Sunday afternoon Chad finally called. Our flight arrived on a Friday afternoon. I expected a text or something, I was anxious to see him. It had been three and a half months! I was on the back deck talking with Angie on my cell watching Devon mow his parent’s backyard shirtless. Come on, you would too. I’m telling you those extra pounds of muscles were truly a work of art. It was like a marble statue come to life.  His six pack abs were visible from my deck and my fingers ached to touch them.  His skin glistened in the sun from his perspiration and I wanted so much to taste the saltiness of his skin.  I imagined him holding me like he had Friday evening only shirtless.  I was barely conscious of agreeing with Angie's monologue.  I didn't notice the sliding glass patio door open.

“Roxy?”

I dropped my phone. I ‘d been caught ogling Devon. “Oh hey Chad. I missed you.” I stood quickly and threw my arms around him waiting for the spinning turn, and ‘wow baby you look amazing’. I stood there for several seconds before realizing it wasn't going to happen.  Hmm, at least Devon had been happy to see me.

He stopped about two feet from me. “Where’s the rest of you?”

“ I told you I’d lost a little bit of weight Chad.”

He combed his fingers through his hair. “Damn. You said a little weight not half your fucking body.”

“Huh?” I stopped my movement towards him.

“You said you lost a little weight. How much fucking weight did you lose Roxy?”

“About 50 pounds total. It was a lot of hard work. The job was grueling and I worked out like crazy trying to tone up and be sexy, but I feel great.”

He stepped towards me finally, pulling me into his arms, kissing me hard. It felt awkward and forced.

His hand slid down my back to my ass. “Roxy, I can get all of your ass in one hand.”

“I know, isn’t it great?” I grinned wide. 

His expression remained staunch, his jaw clenched.  He mumbled something I couldn’t understand and hugged me tight. “I’m glad you’re home babe. Missed you.”

We stood there him hugging me. I’m not sure why I did it but I glanced over to where Devon was mowing. He’d stopped and was looking towards us. There I was standing with Chad’s hand on my ass. I felt guilty as if I were betraying Devon but that made no sense whatsoever.  Chad was my boyfriend.

“So you want to go grab a burger and shake and go over to my place?” he asked quickly, before kissing me again.  "Then maybe you'll let me get reacquainted with your new body."

“Sure, let me get my shoes.” I had to just take one last glance at Devon. He was throwing something and having a real mad fit. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. I wondered what was going on with him. 

We grabbed burgers and shakes just as he promised then went to his lair.  It was what he called his basement room.  His parents basically let him set up his own apartment in their basement, even had a small kitchen.  Not that Chad could cook.  We were never interrupted.  

That afternoon as we were getting reacquainted, it was if he was trying to prove something.  Two seconds after he unlocked his door, he had me pinned against the wall.  He jerked my top up over my head. As he looked down he saw the tan lines from the bikini I'd worn over the summer.  "What's this? Showing off for other guys were you?  Letting them see my property?" 

"What? I wasn't showing off to anyone."

He roughly unfastened my jean shorts and jerked them down, seeing my piercing on my belly button.  "What the hell is this?" 

"I thought you'd think it was sexy.  See it's a little moon."  I tried to show him the crescent moon and dangling star that I'd gotten because he would quote that bit of Shakespeare to me about the moon. "don't you like it Chad?"

"NO!  I don't like it.  I don't like you parading your body in front of other guys either."  He shoved me down to my knees roughly and unzipped his pants.  He took his cock out.  "Suck it bitch!"

There was a moment that i felt he was using me just like Devon had said.  But we'd played at being rough before.  I'd done this for him many times. I began stroking him, caressing that velvety smooth flesh. 

"I didn't say stroke me I said suck it."  He pulled my hair, then thrust into my mouth.  I gagged a little, but went along with it.  He thrust hard into my mouth with a running dialogue of  how he was going to punish me for being away,  punishment for losing weight without permission, punishment for not taking care of his needs.   

I obeyed, wondering if this was some new fascination he had.  if perhaps he intended to take our relationship into some bdsm  thing.   I sucked greedily, loving the taste in my mouth.  It had been a long summer without Chad. 

He jerked my ponytail back as he thrust hard into my mouth, an expression of anger on his face.  I didn't' understand.  why was he so angry with me?

He pulled me to my feet by my hair. "You're such a nasty little  slut."  He slapped my ass cheek as he pulled my panties down, then attacked my clit with his mouth.  

I moaned as he sucked,  dipping his finger inside me.  He lifted me up to my knees forcefully.  He continued his assault until I came.  I grabbed the pillow, moaning into the pillow afraid his parents would hear us.  

He slapped my ass again, hitting square over my slit.  The stinging sensation on my already swollen clit was enough to send me back over that precipice.  I was already coming when he entered me.   I was on my hands and knees and he was getting really rough.  Pounding me hard, as he spanked my ass cheek.  Chad went on and on about punishing me, as he used me roughly.  

He stopped rather unexpectedly  but pushed my head down into the pillow. 

"I think I'll have to teach you by proper punishment."  He spanked my cheek again then licked me.  "Were you this wet for other guys over the summer, huh slut?"

"No, there was no one this summer."

"Are you sure?   Waving this ass around in a bikini?  There had to be someone."  He slapped my cheek hard, leaving a sting.  His tongue was on me, inside me plunging into me driving me wild, pushing me towards the precipice again.  

I moaned, reaching for him.  He slapped my hand away.  "I'm not done with you slut." 

He grabbed my hand and held it behind my back.  then he leaned over to get something from his gym bag and tied both my hands together behind my back.  I'm going to teach you just who's slut you are, Do you understand me?" 

I nodded.  I had to admit I was beyond aroused.  I was so damn horny.  I'd waited all summer,  thinking about being with him again.  if I hadn't been so out of my mind horny, but i was.  At that moment he owned me. I had lost myself to him, had given up my will to be dominated by him.  

I felt his tongue slide over my tight rosebud.  That was something new that we'd not tried before.  It was oddly exciting.  A part of me felt we shouldn't but a part of me, I guess the slut part of me wanted it.  His tongue teased the delicate skin there.  Feathering swipes of his tongue teasing then pushing into me.  

 I gasped as his tongue entered my ass.  "Oh wow, baby."

 He spanked me again. "Is there anything you don't like slut?"  

I didn't know how to answer,  because at that moment I craved his touch, craved the affection, wanted more of what he was doing.  I shook my head and weakly managed to squeak out a " no nothing. "

He reached into his bag and squirted something, rubbing it into my ass.  soon he had two fingers inside my ass working me slowly, I could see him stroking himself as he fingered me.  He  bent down licking over my nub, across my slit and plunging his tongue inside me.  I groaned into the pillow.   

He positioned his cock while he worked his fingers, scissoring inside me stretching me.  If I'd have had half a brain at that point I would have wondered how he knew what to do as we'd never done that before.  but I didn't even have half of a brain cell working much less half my brain.  I just knew it felt amazing and I wanted more.  He eased in slowly,  being amazingly gentle considering how rough he'd been only a few minutes earlier.  "How do you like that Roxanne?"

"Wow.  Feels so good baby." I didn't lie.  I never imagined it would feel like it did.  I had imagined something painful and unpleasant, but it was really hot.  Especially since he was being so gentle.  Well, at first anyway.  After just a minute or two he sped up, and started getting rather rough with me. 

"Who's slut are you Roxanne?"  He thrust in deep and hard.  

"Yours Chad.  Only yours."  I could barely get the words out as he fingered my slit while he pounded into me.  

A rough slap to my ass cheek as he yelled.  "NO!  I want to hear you say it.  Who's slut are you Roxanne?"

"Yours Chad."  I said a little louder as he pounded into me, his fingers working faster. 

"NO!  Damn it Roxanne.  I w ant to hear you say it.  Want you to say, I'm Chad's slut."  He slapped my cheek again.  I imagined that my behind was pretty red at that point.  He flipped the lamp on, and pounded harder, deeper, rougher.  "Now say it!"   He grabbed my ponytail as he thrust into me.  

"I'm Chad's slut!"  He had me repeat it three times before he came inside my ass.  Then he pulled out this rubber plug and shoved it up my ass.  

"Now, I want you to keep that in for the rest of the evening with my come inside you to remind you you're mine."  He kissed me hard before he strode to the shower.  

I was so in shock, I obeyed.  I did as he asked.  I found myself in a state of bewildered 'doing what he said' over the next few weeks.

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For the two weeks Chad and I were together once school started his friends began hitting on me. It was flattering of course as they’d never given me the time of day before. But the strange thing is that Chad almost encouraged it. Then Joey Maldonick took me aside and told me Chad was nailing his sister and was trying to pass me off on his friends.

I never cared for Joey, and his sister was fatter than I ever was. I didn’t believe it for a second. Not until three days later when I walked behind the weight training building at school, where Chad usually parked. I was going to surprise him but it was me that got the surprise. Christy Maldonick was straddling him in the driver’s seat bouncing for all she was worth. They weren’t exactly quiet about it either.

“Oh fuck Christy. Yeah like that. Oh baaaaaby ride my cock.” There was no mistaking Chad’s voice. 

"Yeah Chad. Oh fuck you're good.  Make me come then fuck my ass. "

I stood there like an idiot with my mouth open gawking. So that was where he learned it.  Finally, I came to my senses and turned around. I ran back around the building. If I hurried, I could still make the bus. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I ran past.

“Roxy, wait.” It wasn’t Chad’s voice. I turned gasping for air, tears flowing, my nose turning red.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” It was Devon. He ran towards me with sincere concern in his eyes.

“I just saw Chad and Christy.” I stood there clutching my books. His arms were wrapping around me. His sweaty muscular arms, and I didn’t mind.

“Were they talking? Flirting?” Devon asked calmly.

“NO! They were, . . . they were fucking in his car!” I dropped my books and covered my face with my hands as I burst into tears.  I cried and bellowed, using Devon’s shoulder. I heaved great sobs soaking his sweaty shirt. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he held me tightly and said “I’m so sorry Roxy. I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

He held me till I stopped crying. It was long after the buses ran. I bent to gather my books hiccuping a little, my eyes swollen. He lifted my face to his and kissed me. It was gentle, tender, soft and I wanted more. My books fell again from my suddenly limp arms.

Devon Miller was kissing me and I never wanted him to stop.

Forbidden Crush Finale

How will things between Darren and Jamie turn out? Will it end up just being a one night fling, or will Jamie actually leave Laurie? Read on to find out!

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Forbidden Crush, Finale

By Samantha Kay

 

Darren had Jamie in his arms as they lay in bed together. They’d drifted off to sleep after their night of passion.

 As Darren’s eyes flickered open, to see Jamie’s head resting on his chest, he smiled to himself. His heart fluttered, the movement ricocheting even into his throat.

He exhaled deeply as he tightened his hold of Jamie, his arm wrapped around his smooth shoulders.

 Darren felt Jamie begin to shuffle about slightly. 

As Jamie began to wake up he brought his leg up and laid it across Darren’s, which made his dick press up into Darren’s side. Jamie then began nuzzling his nose into Darren’s neck.

 ”Morning gorgeous.” Darren murmured in Jamie’s ear. “You ok?”

 ”Yeah.” Jamie croaked in his morning voice, sliding his hand onto Darren’s chest. “Sore though.” He chuckled softly.

 ”Ha, yeah, sorry about that.” Darren laughed, despite his cheeks suddenly flooding with heat. 

 Jamie ever so softly kissed Darren’s neck, relishing in the sensation of the smooth flesh against his dry lips.

”Mmm.” Darren mumbled, a tingle jerking into his cock. 

”You smell so good.” Jamie whispered, slowly letting his hand glide down Darren’s stomach and slipping under the duvet. He bypassed where Darren had hoped he was going, instead sweeping across and grabbing at Darren’s hip. 

”Fuck.” Darren gasped quietly, his back arching for a second as though he could push his dick into Jamie’s hand.

Darren then took a deep breath, trying to empty his mind of fleeting images of making love to Jamie again.

”We need to talk Jamie. Before we do anything else.” Darren sighed.

”I know.” Jamie exhaled heavily. “But this just feels so nice.”

”Really does, doesn’t it.” Darren smiled inwardly, leaning his head into Jamie’s.

~*~

 

Jamie stood at the gate, his gaze slowly creeping up the path to the red front door.

Tilting his head back as he rolled his shoulders, he took a long, deep breath.

Hell, here goes. 

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…

 Slowly walking up to the door, his palms were beginning to moisten. Jamie took his keys from his pocket, the bundle of clanging metal slipping from his fingers onto the floor.

”Shit.” He muttered, his chest tightening as he crouched down to pick them up. Jamie hesitated as the key neared the hole, stopping for a moment to look up at the door.

I don’t want to break your heart. I wish you didn’t love me Laurie. Or I wished I loved you like I used to…

 Closing his eyes while taking another deep breath, Jamie finally unlocked the door, carefully pushing it open as though not to wake a sleeping baby.

The silence he was greeted with in the house was like a sharp knife to the stomach.

Where is she? Should I even bother to hang my jacket up? Probably not. There’s a good chance she’s just going to shove you back out the door once you’ve told her it’s over.

Jamie eyes suddenly moistened, the sharp pain making its way to his heart.

We’ve built a life together. How can I throw it all away like this? We’ve been through so much. School, college, university. Laurie was also there when my Dad passed, when my Mum turned to the bottle, when a friend was put into a coma after a car accident.

She doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken…

 Jamie couldn’t hear any movement, and as he walked down the hallway he checked the time on his watch.

It’s only 10.30am, she should be home? I called in sick for this. Though maybe I should have just waited until tonight.

 ”Laurie?” Jamie stifled out, finding his throat to feel oddly sore and achy. 

 More silence was his reply. So he decided to check upstairs. 

He felt grateful for not having the kind of stairway where every footstep caused a creepy creaking noise to fill the house. 

Jamie headed towards the bedroom first.

Maybe she’s laid on the bed reading? 

 Jamie’s insides did a painful flip as he clutched the doorknob and pushed the door open.

”Fuck!” Jamie gasped.  

He nearly buckled at the sensation of needles stabbing into every inch of his skin, one reaching as far as his pounding heart. His mouth fell open, though no air could pass through his tight throat and crushed lungs.

”I…I…I can’t…” Jamie stammered, before turning and stumbling back out into the hallway.

”Jamie!” Laurie’s voice screeched, as she hurriedly grabbed a t-shirt off the floor, pulling it on over her matted hair. 

Jamie stood outside the bedroom, frozen and gawping at the window at the end of the hallway, tree branches rattling against the glass.

”I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please, Jamie!“ She was weeping already, though her make-up was already smeared; lipstick dragged away from her mouth.

”It doesn’t matter.” Jamie whispered inwardly. A tingling feeling was still throbbing through his body, as he turned around to face Laurie.

She was wearing the t-shirt that clearly belonged to the man she’d just been caught with.

That’s a bit of a slap to the face.

”How did it come to this Laurie?” A tear escaped Jamie’s eye, as he studied the woman before him. How did we end up cheating on each other? We used to be amazing together.

”I’m sorry Jamie. It didn’t mean anything, I swear!” Laurie wept, her hands clutching at Jamie’s arms, shaking him a little as she trembled with desperation.

Jamie brought his hands up to hold Laurie’s face, looking into her deep blue eyes as he swallowed hard.

”We’re over Laurie.” Jamie managed to say calmly, in a deep steady tone. “I’ve been cheating too.”

Laurie literally sucked in a breath, her eyes widening as she stared hard at Jamie.

”You bastard…” She muttered with a sharp edge to her voice.

As Laurie remained rigid with shock and continued to glare, Jamie took his hands away and slowly turned to walk away. He only got to the stairs when a flame combusted inside Laurie.

”Who is she!” She screamed, though her anger had deepened what was usually a high-pitched noise. “Tell me! What slut have you been fucking Jamie!” 

Jamie’s heart plummeted. A lump crushed his voice box, and he picked up the pace in leaving the house.

”Jamie! Get back here, now!” The volume pierced his ears.

She needs to calm down before we can talk about all this.

I need to leave her alone for a bit…

”I’m…I’m going out for a bit. We’ll discuss this later.” Jamie stammered, his voice shaky. He tripped over a pair of Laurie’s sandals as he neared the door to leave.

”Please, please don’t go.” The anger had been abruptly stripped away, leaving a quivering teary influence.

Jamie stopped in his tracks, just before his hand made it to the door handle.

Oh Laurie, please don’t make this any harder then it already is…

”I’m sorry.” Jamie whispered. “But it’s over Laurie.”

An ache ran through his heart when he heard Laurie give way to a sob.

There was a time when your tears would have crushed me…

”I’m sorry.” He whispered again, before opening the door, and leaving.

 

~*~

 

”I-I can’t believe you actually did it? You actually…left her?” Darren stared at Jamie as he sat with him, placing a cup of coffee in front of him.

Jamie had his head in his hands, until Darren shuffled his chair closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Jamie looked up into Darren eyes, the beauty of their dark colour lifting a weight off his heart.

”I’ve done the right thing though. Despite how complicated the next few weeks will be, it’s worth it. I’ll probably need to move out, I doubt Laurie will. And Laurie will probably have countless questions for me, and no doubt there’s a few more arguments to be had.” Jamie said quietly, losing himself in Darren’s presence. You’re so amazing…I can’t believe how good it feels to have you touching me like this.

”You make me feel so alive Darren, more so than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Regardless of how messy things get with Laurie and me Darren, it’ll be worth it if I still have you at the end of it.” 

”Oh Jamie.” Darren uttered softly, offering Jamie a warm smile. “Of course you’ll still have me.”

As they continued to stare at one another lovingly, Darren slowly leaned in to kiss Jamie. The second their lips met an explosion of energy fired into Jamie, his heart pounding vigorously and heat flooding into his body.

Oh God Darren, I think I’m falling in love with you…

 

~The End~


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Forbidden Crush part 4

How  will Jamie feel after his betrayal? Will he lose his job?  Come find out and don't forget to  click above to  enter  our first Valentines contest! Now lets check on Jamie and Darren! 

 

Forbidden Crush, Part 4

 

by Samantha Kay

Darren leant back against the wall opposite the door to Jamie’s office. His foot tapping restlessly on the floor, his eyes feeling dry and sore.
Why did Jamie turn like that last night?
He must be in denial about being gay –but it all seemed to flow so naturally to him? There was no hesitation -or did I just not notice it?

 “What are you doing here?”

Darren stood to attention as he saw Jamie at the office door giving him a hard stare.
Fuck you still look beautiful…

 “I needed to give you your keys.” Darren stuttered, as he held them up to show him. “I locked up after you left last night.”
Why did you run off last night?
Please don’t tell me you regret what happened, please tell me it meant something…

Jamie, who had dark circles under his eyes and a hand resting on his stomach, slowly walked up to Darren.

 “I’m sorry for last night.” Jamie stifled out through his tight, dry throat. “It shouldn’t have happened. I don’t know why it did, but I’d rather we didn’t discuss it again.” I can’t stop thinking about last night Darren. But how can I feel like this about a man? How did I give in to you so easily?

 “Ok.” Darren nodded, noticing the usual shine in Jamie’s eyes had dulled. “But can I speak to you privately in your office for a moment?”
I’m not giving up that easily.

Jamie’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly.
“Oh. Ok. Sure.” What does he want?

Jamie turned around to unlock the door and motioned for Darren to go ahead.

As soon as Jamie shut the door Darren’s heart jumped.
Just ask him. Do it. “Last night.” Darren’s voice was shaky, stripped of its usual composure. “I know it meant something to you.”

Jamie shook his head before glancing down at his feet, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look, I know you’re not ready to come out or anything, but –“
“I’m not gay Darren!” Jamie exclaimed, jerking his head up to stare at Darren. “What happened was a mistake, it was nothing. Nothing.”

“Who are you trying to convince?” Darren chortled. “You loved what I was doing to you last night –you were even calling my name for fucks sake.”
Jamie diverted his gaze as his cheeks reddened.
“Leave me alone Darren.” He mumbled, before going over to his desk and throwing his cigarettes, lighter and mobile onto it. He let out a loud sigh as he roughly scraped his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry Jamie.” Darren said with a softened tone.
He slowly came up behind Jamie. He gently placed his hands on Jamie’s shoulders as he spoke quietly in his ear. “I get that this is a lot to deal with.”
Jamie’s body tensed before spinning around, forcing Darren to take a step back.
“No Darren, I know what you’re trying to do!” Jamie’s lips were revealing the straight sharp teeth beneath them, and his hands had curled into fists. “Just piss off ok, leave me the fuck alone! I don’t need this shit.”

“Why do you keep turning like this?” Darren spat back, his eyes narrowing. “How long do you think you can keep this up for eh? Even if I leave you alone, you’ll soon find yourself here with someone else, so why not stop dragging out the inevitable?”

Jamie charged past Darren before swinging the office door open.
“Thank you for your time Darren, but I have a lot to do this morning.” His tone tight and cocky.

Darren stared at Jamie for a few moments, allowing the tension in his limbs to ease a little.
He shook his head before leaving the room, jumping as the door was slammed shut behind him.
 What the fuck? Why is he being such a prick about this?

~*~

Jamie backed up into the door, his head falling into his hands as he burst into tears.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
I cheated on Laurie –I fucking cheated! How could I do this to her?
And with a man!
Why am I so drawn to him? Why can’t I just dismiss this, like the last time?Jamie rubbed his face of any moisture, and rushed over to his desk to grab his cigs and lighter.
I need to get a fucking grip.
Last night meant nothing. It was nothing. I just need to push it out of my mind and focus on getting me and Laurie back on track.
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Darren stormed back to his office.
“Fuck!” He groaned, as he kicked the little plastic bin beside his desk.
Why can’t he just admit last night meant something to him? He clearly wanted me; he never said no, never told me to stop.Darren sat down, thumping the top of his desk as he did so.
Geez, why am I so wound up by this?
I barely know the guy!
Fuck working with him on that project.  I can’t be doing with this grief either.

~*~Jamie sat sombrely at his desk, his head in his hands as he sighed to himself.
I need to go talk to Darren. I can’t leave things like this.
It’s 4 o ‘clock and he still hasn’t come to see me –not even to discuss the project we’re supposed to be doing together.Jamie’s eyes were sore, and he couldn’t shake off the jittery feeling in his legs.
He was sure he could still smell Darren’s cologne in the air; inhaling deeply whenever the scent caught his nose.
He checked his mobile, his stomach stirring painfully when he saw he had a text from Laurie.
‘Hey, sorry for this morning babe. I’ll make it up to you. Love you loads xxx’He swallowed hard, trying to rid the lump in his throat as he put his phone in his pocket.
Jamie didn’t want to go home, he couldn’t face Laurie. The idea of putting up a false façade, to hide the pain of missing Darren, made him feel sick and breathless.
Fuck it, I’m gonna work late. Jamie picked up his work phone off the desk.
Despite his arms becoming prickly with sweat, and his mouth feeling dry and tight, he dialled the number for Darren’s office.

“Yep.” Darren answered the phone bluntly, throwing Jamie off guard.

“Oh. Hi. Sorry. It’s me, Jamie.”

“I know.” Darren continued in his sharp tone. “Your number showed up.”

Jamie’s cheeks were burning, his forehead now feeling tickly with sweat.

“Sorry. I d-didn’t think.”

“What did you want?”

“Erm. I’m just staying late. Again. To work on the delegations. Was wondering if you wanted to, well, join me?” Jamie said quietly.
Please, I need to see you…

His heart sank when he heard Darren sigh.

“Sorry. It doesn’t matter.” Jamie’s voice beginning to crack. “I can manage it alone –“

“No it’s fine.” Darren cut in. “I’ll come at 5, is that alright?”

Jamie’s heart jumped into his throat.
“Erm, yeah, that’d be great!”

“Ok. See you then.” Darren then quickly hung up, sending doubts into Jamie’s mind.

Does he actually want to see me? Or does he just want to get on with our project?Jamie quickly got to his feet, stumbling as he caught his ankle underneath the chair. He darted out the room and into the toilets.

He wet his fingers under the tap before brushing them through his hair; attempting to freshen it up and make it look like he’d made an effort with it.
He then washed his face with cold water; hoping the refreshing splash of it against his skin would diminish the dark bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
Studying himself in the mirror, Jamie then unfastened the first few buttons of his shirt to reveal a bit of his chest.
“That’ll do.” He said as he exhaled deeply, before hurrying back to his office.

As Jamie sat down, tapping his fingernails impatiently on the desk, he couldn’t stop reliving last night. The feel of Darren’s hands on his body, the kissing, and the soft murmuring in his ear.
I need to feel that again, no-one’s made me feel that good before…


To be continued…
 

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A Woman's Intuition

To my lover’s arms I race

Anxious to be held in his embrace.

My heart resounding, pulse is pounding,

His arms close we are nose to nose.

Breath abates, his taste awaits

As our lips dance the lover’s song.

 

Sliding wetness leaves me breathless

A kiss of passion his usual fashion

Our fingers lace and I see

His expressionless face.

My mind is reeling conflicting feelings

Trying to figure what is wrong.

 

Deceptive lies behind his eyes

Another’s scent  upon  him present.

I pull away  I cannot stay

Such pain within my shattered heart.

 He pulls me back,  I haven’t the knack

To pretend or to deceive.

 

I am betrayed  my heart is flayed

His actions never gave him away.

How did I know? “Babe, I love you so.”

I trusted his words and believed  the show.

I feel the truth beneath the lies

The flickering flame quickly dies.

My mind is spinning, emotions warring

Betrayed and bleeding I leave.