Showing posts with label sweet romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweet romance. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Butterfly Kisses- Chapter 3


Butterfly Kisses 
Chapter 3
By Cathy Brockman
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I study the reflection carefully. He certainly isn't drop dead gorgeous but there is something about him that sends thrills through my body.
The way he looks at me as if he has never seen a woman before, like he could just devour me. I’d be scared if I didn't know that imps were harmless. Imps can be scary to look at and the way they like to cause trouble is disconcerting but as far as I know they don’t eat people or insects. I should be safe. Besides, from the bulge in his tight trousers I am pretty sure eating me as dinner is the last thing on his mind.
He must not be all Imp since he isn't entirely ugly. He does have impish features, a prominent nose and big wide mouth that takes up most of his round face. He has large round eyes that are a deep forest green. His hair is a maple brown, a little long around his face and wavy. And he is built like a brick house. Long well defined arms, big hands, strong muscular build, yum.
I decide to have a bit of fun with him and slowly start to wash myself, bending forward, my butt in the air, as I slowly wash my legs, starting at my feet working up. I keep my gaze on the reflection and watch him as he seems to be in a trance watching me.
 I would worry that he was a statue if it wasn't for the light adjustments he makes shifting from foot to foot as if he is a bit uncomfortable. If he gets much more excited I’m afraid his pants will rip from the size of that bulge. I can’t help but wonder what he looks like naked. I've never seen a nude man and I really bet this one is impressive.
I finally decide to break the ice.
“Hello Imp.” I turn around quickly.
I can’t help but chuckle as he darts behind the tree then peeks back around.
“G’day Faery.” His voice is deep and masculine.
I could listen to him talk all day.
“Come join me. The water is cool.” I playfully take a hand full and let it slide down my damp body.
He studies me closely but stays behind the tree. Surely he isn’t afraid of me.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude on your bath. I just came to fish.” The slight blush on his rugged cheeks is quite endearing.
I step onto the bank and swirl changing into a soft orange sheath instead of the barely there bikini I had on.
He steps out but stays close to the tree as if it’s some sort of refuge as he looks at me in intrigue.
“That’s cool how you can change your clothes like that.” He grins in fascination.
Oh yeah I can have a lot of fun with this one.
I finally coax him to sit and chat a bit. He is very nice.
I must intimidate men. He reminds me a bit of Obediah, shy and soft spoken. He answers my questions directly but doesn't offer much else. Getting him to open up is like pulling teeth.
We talk about the weather, the forest, and fishing. He really likes fishing. So I encourage him to teach me, not that I really want to learn to fish, but for some reason I find myself wanting to learn more about him. Especially the things that make him happy.
    I meet him back the next day and explain to him how my mother likes to meddle and tell him about the big party mom is throwing. I leave out the part where it is for me to choose a mate. I figure as shy as he is, that would definitely frighten him off. I leave still not sure whether or not he will show. Part of me hopes he does.
If you missed the first Episode you can find it here. 

Part 2 here 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Butterfly Kisses - Episode one


hello everyone ! with spring approaching , flowers springing up , butterflies coming out of hiding I  thought I would try my hand at something very different. This month's story will be a lighthearted,sweet and slightly sexy romp in the land of Fae with a butterfly Faery princess.   Enjoy!

Butterfly Kisses
by
 Cathy Brockman
Butterfly kisses post one LaRae for Ellie

In a land far, far away. Oh wait! That’s a different fairytale! This is my story and I am truly a Faery Princess. I’m absolutely nothing like in THOSE stories. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good fantasy, especially a good dreamy, lovey dovey, fairytale. But life is seldom like that. Even for a true Faery princess.
By the way my name is LaRae and I truly do live in a land far, far away. Yet so close if you were Fae you could reach out and touch it. Literally. I can just reach out and make a portal from my land to almost any land I wish to travel to. But I have to be in my butterfly form to actually go from world to world.
Ahh. I forgot to tell you that part. I am a Butterfly Faery. Neither my physical form nor my butterfly form are my TRUE form as some shifters claim to have one form that is more them than the other. Both of my forms are an equal part of me. I’m not going to launch into any of the other species and their existence, because I am selfish and this is MY story. So I’m gonna talk about ME. At least for today.
Now that you know who I am, what I am, and where I’m from I will move on to my big problem. I’ll fill in more of the details of the afore mentioned things as we get back to them.
 I told you before that I am a princess. Well I’m not actually a princess since my mother isn’t called a Queen. She is the Monarch of the Butterfly Fae(no pun intended here). We have one true Queen, well actually two; there is a Seelie and Unseelie court. Each type of Fae has their own ruler. There are more types of Fae than I can mention here so I’ll just stick to the ones relevant with my story.
 We have our own place among the land. Our castle, if that’s what you want to call it, is in a lovely garden in the Seelie Queens court. My mother is actually one of the Queen’s daughters.
 My Father is the king of the butterfly Fae. A true Monarch. (Sorry I couldn’t resist that one.) As you see I have a twisted sense of humor.
 I am very flirtatious, and like pulling pranks. It gets me in a lot of trouble. Which leads me back to my story. As you see I also ramble another of my traits.
A bee buzzes through my open window then landing on the edge of my bed, quickly changes into a young man. A very fine young man, I must admit, as I gaze upon Obediah dressed in tight fitting black trousers that more than hint at all his assets, a golden tunic that accentuates his slender chest and slim but firm arms. His face isn’t the most handsome with its sharp features, black eyes with golden rings and rich dark black hair. I have always had a thing for him. Well I have a thing for all alluring men. Especially the more unique looking ones.
“LaRae! You better hurry! You know how your mom hates to be kept waiting.” He crosses those long luxurious legs at the ankles as he looks me over unappreciatively.
“No! No, no, no, no! I will not escort you to her like that! She will pluck my wings!” He hops up animatedly from the bed, flourishing equally luscious arms.
“What? You don’t like my skirt? Or is it the top?” I turn and twist in seductive poses, brushing my hands over my slim but shapely hips and rather voluptuous breasts.
 The gold rings in his eyes get smaller and smaller leaving the rest almost black, indicating his feelings are very different than that of his words.
“Besides your wings grow back quickly.” I move closer and closer, until I’m leaning against him.
 He tries to back up but falls back on the bed. I climb up straddling him. He turns his head so he isn’t gazing up my very short skirt; that at his angle will hide nothing.
A quick flutter and he changes back into a Bee and lands next to the open window before changing back into the gorgeous man that he is.
“We don’t have time for your games. Now change into something befitting a visit with your Mother and let’s get moving?”
“Obie! You know you want me.” I purr.
“And I tell you for the millionth time. There is no point in me wanting something I know I can never have. Not in a million or more years. I am not a prince, I have no hope in having you, not as my wife. I serve the Queen.  That’s what I do. When she chooses me a mate, I will do my duty and make more baby bees. So change, now!”
“I love it when you get all bossy with me, Obie, wanna spank me?”
“LaRae, please.” His honey thick voice now pitches higher, pleading. His resolve as always firm.
Yeah no point wanting something I can’t have. Besides I like my men more forceful, not so subservient.
I sigh and swirl; my clothes changing into a cream colored gown, that though it still drapes nicely over my body has a more demur effect. As demur as I will ever get anyways.
“Better?” I huff.
He nods and we both exit through the window; a Bee and a Butterfly heading off to see what it is my mother is so impatient about. As if I don’t already know

to be continued...



Friday, August 17, 2012

Twin Desires - Part 2

Last week we were introduced to the twins Adrinna and Katrinna.  They are at the age that their father is tiring of their nonchalant attitude towards their suitors, and has made a decision for Adrinna as she is the eldest.  On the same night that she was announced as betrothed, Adrinna was kidnapped. Katrinna, being the rebellious one has set out in hot pursuit of her sister. 

Ever notice that the best intentions land you in the midst of some of the most hair raising situations?  Let's find out what Kat has gotten herself into. 



Twin Desires
 by
Macie Snow


Chapter Two

            I jerk awake, righting myself in the saddle. I had to stop riding. I had been dozing asleep for a while, and had nearly fallen out of the saddle numerous times.
            I stop the horse and climb off. I stumble before collapsing to the ground. Being unused to long periods of riding, my legs could no longer support me. I try to stand up, but fall before even getting to my feet. I am not used to riding so hard, and my legs have become wobbly. I try again in vain to stand, but fall to the ground again.
            “No, I’ve got to- got to-” I try to focus, but am physically exhausted, which causes my mind to become befuddled. My body would not obey my commands. But, I have to get up. I have to run after Adrinna and save her from a horrible fate.
            I bang my fists on the ground in frustration. “Curse this pampered life!” I scream. “If I weren’t a princess I wouldn’t be so infuriatingly weak!”
            I waver, as my vision falters. I try to steady myself, but my vision skews and before I can do anything else, my head hits the hard ground,  and I pass into darkness.
                                                    O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
           
            I slowly open my eyes and look around. I see Justin standing before me, bathed in the warm sunlight of the grove. My eyes begin to droop closed, tired as I am, but I force them to remain open. Justin smiles down at me and I realize he is shirtless. My breathing quickens, and I try to sit up, but am unable to make even the slightest of movements.
            Justin walks forward until he is standing above me.
            I watch the sunlight dance across his sculpted chest as he crouches down in front of me. He looms over me, his 6 foot frame easily making me feel small.
            Justin reaches down and gently brushes his thumb over my lower lip. Excitement rushes through me as my nerves tingle with anticipation. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leans toward me. I barely move, hardly breathe, as I resist the urge to run my fingers through his golden locks. I stare up into his lime green eyes, which are sparkling with mischief.
            “Katrinna,” he whispers, as his mouth draws closer to my own. I shiver involuntarily as his breath plays across my mouth.
            Justin smiles, and his eyes sparkle with excitement as he leans towards me for a kiss. He stops, mere centimeters away from the kiss we both so desire. As he continues to remain immobile, I lean forward and touch my mouth to his. Warmth rushes through me as Justin reaches back and cradles the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.
            I sigh into his mouth, longing coursing through me. Hesitantly, I reach up and brush his golden hair. Justin moans softly as he nibbles gently on my bottom lip. I run my fingers through his hair, loving its silky smooth texture.
            Suddenly, a twig snaps nearby and we both freeze. Justin looks in the direction of the noise, and backs away from me slowly. I look around, but see nothing. When I return my focus to Justin, he is fleeing into the forest, and darkness is blurring the edges of my vision.
           
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O

            Sound returns to me first. Everything else was slow as molasses. I hear hooves, and force myself to a sitting position. My vision blacks out as my head spins. When the world stops threatening to engulf me, my muscles start screaming out complaints. The time I had been unconscious had been just enough to make every single one of my muscles stiff.
            I look in the direction of the noise, preparing to scream. As soon as I inhale, Justin comes into view. I sigh in relief, releasing my breath as Justin climbs off his horse. A slight blush makes its way to my cheeks as I recall what I had been dreaming.
            “Finally!” Justin sighs, walking over to me. He grabs my arm and gently, but firmly pulls me to my feet. I bite back a cry as my muscles protest. “Come, Lady Katrinna, you are going back to the castle.”
            “No!” I cry in alarm, yanking my arm free. The world sways, and I have to steady myself by grabbing a hold of a tree nearby. Unfortunately, the tree snags my nightclothes. I try to regain my dignity, as I fight with the tree to free them.
            “No?” Justin asks, raising an eyebrow as I struggle with the tree.
            “No!” I cry, hopelessly yanking on my nightclothes. “I’m going to find Adrinna, she needs me!” I tug viciously on my night gown, causing my nightgown to rip loudly at the hem, but sadly, not to come free.
            Justin steps over and gently untangles me from the tree. “My orders are to bring you back Miss, and I will use force if necessary.” He says sternly, gripping my forearm.
            I wrench my arm free of his grip, and ignoring my protesting limbs. “Fine,” I say, tilting my head up smugly. “Then you will have to drag me back kicking and screaming. Because that is the only way I’m going back without Adrinna.”
            He frowns at me, his lime green eyes darkening. I know he did not approve of using force. Just as I know that what he had said before was an empty threat. He would take me back perhaps, but I knew Justin would never use force to get me to do something.
            “Aren’t you supposed to bring Adrinna back to the castle as well?” I ask.
            “Yes, however-“
            “Then take me with you. We’ll find her, and you can bring us back at the same time.” I say, trying to stay calm.
            “I can’t Miss, I have to-”
            “Did Father tell you who to bring back first?” I interrupt.
            “Well, no, but . . .”
            “Then bring us back at the same time. I’m sure a knight such as yourself would be more than capable of handling such a difficult task,” I say, giving him my most dazzling smile.
            Justin sighs in defeat. “Very well, but you stay right with me. If I lose sight of you for even five minutes I will be bringing you back to the castle.”
            “As you wish,” I say, smiling sweetly. Justin turns around and grabs the reigns of his horse.
            I grin, glad that things are working out. That is, unless Father were to find out what was going on. Then he would send a fleet of soldiers, none of whom would be swayed by me.
            “We will stop at the next town to get you some decent clothing, Miss.” Justin says, mounting his horse.
            I look down at my nightclothes, the faint blush in my cheeks returning with vigor. I realize that, in my haste, I had abandoned reason. The clothes were hardly adequate for a journey, much less one on horseback. I groan inwardly at the thought of riding again. My muscles throb dully, as I contemplate how to get back on the horse. It hadn’t seemed quite so tall last night. The Friesian horse I had been riding stamps his hooves and snorts at Justin’s buckskin mare.
            “It seems as if Zypher likes Flinn,” Justin observes casually.
            “Which one is Zypher?” I inquire, stalling.
            “The one you sto- Ah, borrowed, Miss. The black one,” Justin answers.
            I clear my throat, “You can stop calling me Miss you know. It gets a bit old after a while. Just call me by my name.” I say, as I grip the saddle horn.
            “As you wish Lady Katrinna.” Justin says averting his gaze,
            I glare at him, and try to pull myself onto Zypher. My muscle clenches painfully halfway up, and I fall back to the ground.  I grunt in frustration and stand, reaching up to grip the saddle horn again, preparing myself.
            “Ka- Katrinna,” Justin says nervously.
            “There, that wasn’t too bad was it?” I say, glancing at Justin before turning back to the infuriatingly out-of-reach saddle, happiness dancing around my gut.
            Justin was spared an answer as Flinn nipped at Zypher, causing him to start, and almost bolt, thus causing me to lose my grip on the saddle horn, and fall very ungracefully to my rear end in the dirt. Justin caught Zypher's reigns after jumping out of Flinn's saddle.holding them and calmed the huge stallion. I made my way back to my feet. Justin turned and handed me back Zypher’s reigns.
            “I would suggest that we set up camp,” Justin says.
            I look west in dismay, noticing the setting sun. Had it really been a whole day since Adrinna was kidnapped?
            “With the current circumstances, we’d best be on our way, lest rumors be started.” Justin says, stepping over to Flinn.
            I blush, unwilling to admit that I would not be unopposed to rumors, as long as what they implied was true. Dismay courses through me as I once again scold myself. Father would be furious if he knew my true desires. As such, I was forced to agree with Justin.  “You are right Sir Justin; however, I cannot get back on Zypher without assistance.” I say, attempting to retain my dignity, and to quickly change the subject.
            The corner of Justin’s lip twitches up in amusement as he walks over to me. Justin lifts me up onto the saddle, holding onto me until I am certain to not fall off. Nonetheless, as soon as he lets go, I almost tumble out of it. Only his quick reflexes prevent me from having another abrupt meeting with the ground. Justin makes me hold the saddle horn while he roots around in his saddlebag. When he returns, he steps into the stirrup,  reached over me and  wraps a rope around my waist. I barely breathe, immobilized by his close proximity. He smelled divine, like leather and strong spices. Once Justin finishes wrapping the rope around my waist a few times he has me let go of the saddle horn, and proceeds to tie the rope around that. I watch as he works, and cannot help but notice how tan he is. Justin wraps the rope around my waist again, then reaches behind me and wraps it around the back of the saddle before wrapping it around me one more time and tying it to the saddle horn.  He then steps off the stirrup and back to check his handiwork. I release my breath, unaware until then that I had even been holding it.
            “This should prevent you from falling off Zypher, even if you sleep,” Justin says, as he turns and climbs into Flinn’s saddle.
            “Thank you,” I say, smiling weakly. Justin glances back at me and nods. He ties the end of the rope to the back of his saddle, so as to lead Zypher. I yawn and stretch my taunt muscles painfully, before leaning forward against Zypher’s mane to sleep. I trusted Justin; I would go wherever he led me. Hopefully he was taking me to Adrinna. I was also eager to return to my dream Justin, to see if he would act as I so desperately desired the real Justin to act.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Artistic Passions

Today we have a new author; Ben Hannigan, a masters student in literature currently based "oop north" in England, but he has lived all over the United Kingdom and spent time in North America. He enjoys shooting, Larping, and is something of a gamer.  He can usually be found either logged into a console or a computer either gaming or writing original fiction, but admits to playing in other sand boxes as well. When not at a computer, Ben enjoys a good glass of uisge beatha in a pub older than the US. 
"Hopefully my work entertains and evokes a response, my dream is to get something published and see it in a bookshop so I can sign a few copies for my own amusement." 



Artistic Passions

by
Ben Hannigan

He sits down in the corner of the main communal work room, facing the door.  He sits, his back to the wall. The room is simply chaos, noise, swearing, smell of clay,  paint and turps alongside the heady sickly sweet warmth of student life, a live -in area.

It’s busy with messy final projects.  There’s naff all space so the girl with mousy auburn hair, drops into the seat, and exchanges murmurred greetings.

Him still scrawling, his hand a blur as he paints a portrait with nothing more than blue ink and the images flying though his subconscious.

During the day, mumbled comments pass across the couple as they work. Both reaching for the same rubber, their hands touch, they blush in tandem and smile at each other.

The small talk moves to more and more personal topics; from music, to artistic influence, to food and family.

As the sky blackens with passing time, the workspace empties as people retire. The scent shifts from stale sweat and people, to cooling night air and drying paint.

He mumbles and blushes, she does the same. They rise together; throwing work into bags.  Shyly they walk close and slowly move, until hand in hand.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Welcome to Freestyle Friday

Hello Everyone!! We hope you enjoyed Raymond's story yesterday. Today we are introducing freestyle Friday. We decided to add something new and different for us. Sian Young is our first freestyler. She will be doing short stories, flash fiction, prompts,and maybe even some fan-fiction. She also writes on the lighter sweeter side of romance for those of you that like something sweet to bring a smile to your face..
This week Sian was complaining bitterly about a thunderstorm and no power. So I said drop and give me 1500 about the thunderstorm and make it romance. She did just that. Here is what she gave us. We hope you love it. I did!