A little something...

Just a little something amusing I found on another's author website:
http://lyndalukow.blogspot.com/2008/07/whip-wip-blip.html

I'm currently SOS (stressing over submissions) and a bit BIN (brain in overload).

Dancing for a fallen angel - Final Part

She did not answer his question. A new song began to blare through the disco and she pulled him to her. She let her body meet his: her breasts squashed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, her intimate parts rubbing against the hardness in his leather pants. She heard a moan and released her grip on him. Alexis swayed to the music, her hips dancing round, her arms high in the air. She ignored the man behind her, although her body was aware of his every move, so she wasn’t surprised when he reached out for her and tugged her towards him. She let herself be caught in his arms. However, she did not cease dancing.

“Alexis,” he groaned into her ear.

She smiled sweetly at him and pressed herself closer. Standing on tip toe she let her snatch rub against his dick for a moment, as she pulled back long strands of hair from his face. She pressed forward. The tip of her tongue reached the lobe of his ear. She suppressed a giggle as his grip on her tightened anxiously. His hands roamed to her ass, which he cupped. Her tongue entered his ear. He groaned again.

“Since when have you been compiling information about me, Matt?” she whispered, raking her finger nails across his back.

“Since the first day I saw you dancing, Dark Princess. You know my name, do you know more?” he asked, with an effort. Alexis turned away from him and kept dancing. She was surprised at how much he knew. Few knew that Dark Princess was her internet journal nickname.

Alexis nodded. “For quite a while,” she admitted. She didn’t want to say more, yet. She turned to face him again.

“You’re information providers are not very good,” Matt said. A small ripple of pleasure shook her sweaty body as he jammed a leg between her thighs.

“Why?” she asked, trying to regain her composure.

“I’m..” She did not let him finish the sentence. Her small hands slithered down his chest, making their way to the fly of his trousers. She unzipped it slowly, never for a moment loosing the rhythm of the song playing. Delicately she placed a hand inside. His member throbbed in her hand, even as encased as it was inside the material of his boxers. She heard him swallow.

“I’m Fallen Angel.”

Alexis removed her hand hastily away and took a step back. Matt took in a shaky breath. He zipped up his pants and reached out for her.

“Alexis,” he began.

She shook her head, unbelieving. Fallen Angel was her internet friend. They had known each other for years, having met by accident in a forum. They were good friends, each knowing their life time history, but they had always failed to send a picture. They spoke across the internet and they had ventured as far as speaking on the phone. But, they didn’t want to know the appearance that the other one had. They didn’t want their friendship to be based on appearances, or to have those appearances change anything. However, now…why was he here?

“I don’t understand,” she said. Matt nodded.

“Come.” He offered her his hand, she refused. His gaze lowered, but he said nothing. He walked away from the dancing floor to the nearby sofas. She followed. They found an empty seat.

Alexis didn’t say anything, so Matt began to speak.

“One day I woke up and discovered that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything I did, I’d relate to you somehow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but my feelings for you just kept on growing. I was relieved when you disappeared from the net for a while, and when you wouldn’t answer my calls. Relieved and a bit desperate that you’d found the love you were always looking for, and that it wasn't me.”

“But, I don’t understand,” she repeated. “I saw you every night at the dance floor. Did you know it was me?”

“At first I didn’t, but God, you were so hot,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “You know I’m shy, but something just kept pushing me to find out who you where. So I went around asking people until I connected the dots and found out that you Alexis, the sexy angel that seemed to be dancing for me every weekend was also Dark Princess my best friend and the girl I was in love with.”

“When did you find out?” she asked hastily looking down at her hands. She felt as shy as she always did around everyone. The music no longer seemed to hide her, her heart was open for everyone to see.

“A few weeks ago, but I couldn’t get myself to approach you until tonight.”

“Do you know why I stopped surfing and wouldn’t answer your calls?” she blurted out. Matt shook his head, his tresses of long hair, falling over his face once more. She was glad, her burning cheeks probably glowed under the flashing disco lights.

“I wanted to put some distance between us. I felt that we were too close. I couldn’t do anything without thinking of you first, wondering if you’d like this or the other, on what you would say on a certain subject…so I turned to the stranger on the dance floor. I thought that if I was able to…well…that I could forget the feelings I had for you. I never imagined you were the same person.”

“I was only Fallen Angel for you, people around here know me as Darkness Reborn.”

“That explains a lot,” she replied. Alex looked up at Matt. She caught her breath.

“Will you save a Fallen Angel?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers.

Alexis searched back and smiled. It didn’t matter how it happened, but they were no longer friends, something deeper and more profound had grown between them and she was glad. Her shyness slipped away. She was with Matt, her friend, her love.

“Willingly, I will take you into my castle, and tend to your wounds until you can fly once again,” she replied, recalling one of the first conversations they had had across the internet. He had asked her if she, being a princess had any powers to save him from his death. She had replied that though she lacked powers, she would try to care for his wounds. After that they had become friends.

“I don’t want to fly,” Matt whispered, taking her hand into his. “I want to be the angel in your arms.”

“I’m glad you don’t, you’d only break my heart if you did.”

Matt closed in on her. He took her chin in his hand. It was ridiculous after all they had shared in the dance floor, but Alex felt nervous. She gave him a shaky smile.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to go away again,” she whispered.

He kissed her tenderly, their lips melting into each other, their tongues playing a game of their own. Alex broke the kiss reluctantly, but she could no longer take it.

She stood up, and tugged at Matt to stand on his feet. She gave him a quick kiss.

“I have to take you into my castle and tend your wounds,” she said, reaching down to the bulge between his legs. Matt pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely.

“I’m at your feet, your highness.”

The End

Been Busy...

I've been working on an erotic short story to send to a publisher. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Now, that I've finally finished with it, I'll continue Dancing for a Fallen Angel, but I'm afraid that won't be until tomorrow.
Nighty Night and pleasant dreams.

Dancing for a fallen angel - part 2

They moved to the music, leaning, swaying, vibrating. His hands never leaving her body, roaming it constantly. Her panties became wet as she felt his hands brush against her thigh, caressing first one, and then the other. They began tracing the portion of skin above her knee, but little by little, they inched towards the inside of her thigh. She sucked in her breath as his hand cupped her soaked panties.

Enough, she thought. No one has ever gotten me so worked up in so little time.

She turned inside the strangers arms, catching him off guard. She gasped audibly when she met a pair of familiar green eyes. He twirled her in his arms again, preventing her to speak.

He pressed her against him as the music changed rhythms into a sweeter melody. His fingers traced her arms slowly, like the caress of a feather.

She knew the song. The beat would increase any moment, turning into a frenzy. He turned her in his arms again, so that she would be facing him. She was unable to speak as his hands grasped her waist firmly. She let her hands follow the move and placed her own arms around his neck. One of his legs he placed strategically in between her thighs. She adjusted herself over him as he bent her figure back. His index finger traced her chest, the rim of her breasts, the tight nipple. She moaned in her throat as he gently squeezed her hardened nipples.

Was this really happening? Or was she dreaming it?

He lifted her and eased her into his arms. She felt his firm body as her own stroked against his.

“Why have you approached me?” she asked, barely able to speak as the music and his body dictated her every move.

“I could no longer resist your allure,” he said.

A dimpled smile playing on his lips as he pushed her away and twirled her. He roughly pulled her to him again, bending her over in a single smooth move. She moved to the music out of habit, though, her mind was elsewhere as her body felt his hardness jammed between her ass cheeks. A finger traced her back and a shiver of excitement followed it. The moisture between her thighs was more than just sweat.

“You want to head for my place, Alexis?” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her and hugged her to him.

She let her hips grind against him, following the beat of the song playing.

So he knew her name. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the giddiness she was feeling. She would go anywhere he asked, but not without enjoying herself for a bit. It wasn’t fair that he had all the fun.

To be continued....

On Stand by

I'll continue Dancing with a fallen angel tomorrow. I fainted today after a blood test and gashed my cheek, having to get several stitches. I'm really tired, but fear not, there will be more to come!

Dancing for a fallen angel

She was shy. Really, she was. However, music made her change. Music transported her into another dimension. Music made her forget her shyness. The rhythmic sound of guitars, drums, basses, a piano, the sound of a well played instrument made her soar. If all that, had the sweet and sultry voice of a fabulous singer, it made her fly.
If the music had words, good coherent words, that almost told a story that she could imagine...then, it was bliss.

Music was one of the reasons on why she went dancing to the local club every weekend. But it was only one reason. The other reason was him. Long chestnut colored hair, dark green eyes and a six foot tall body which was impossible to avoid. She could never decide whether he was an angel or a devil. He rarely danced, but it didn't matter to her, she could see him from her spot in the dance floor, like every other night.
Tonight he looked incredibly handsome in tight leather pants and a simple black shirt which seemed to stick to his toned muscles.

He watched her dance. He always did. He would sip at his drink or speak with a friend, but his eyes would never leave her moving figure. She knew, because she watched him too. Sometimes she had the impression that she danced just for him. That every sultry move was made to attract him. However, he never budged.
She knew she danced well. She would contort her body in ways which would have any man cringing with desire. It was not the first time that one had approached her with a dirty mind and not very good intentions. She'd brush them off. At times she'd dance with them, just to make him jealous, but mainly she danced alone. She would sway to the music, her curves flowing as if she had been built to dance to that particular song. but her brown eyes were always focusing on him, just like he focused on her.

She smiled to herself as she heard the introduction of one of her favorite songs. It was one that spoke of love and sex. She let her hands roam across her body in a seductive way, as her hips began to sway to the music. It was almost hypnotic. How many times had she masturbated to this song in the darkness of her room? How many times had she let her imagination take her into his arms, imagining that the words to the songs were taking place between them? She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself get carried away by the music.
Startled she took in a sharp breath as she felt large hands grab her waist. She opened her eyes in haste, and searched for his ever permanent green eyes. He was nowhere to be seen. Where had he gone? She felt the stranger behind her, dancing with her to the music. She tried to turn and tell him to leave her alone, but he held on tightly to her. Pulling her towards him, she felt his hard shaft against her buttocks. She gasped in alarm.
"Do you know how hard it is to control this, watching you dance?" A husky voice spoke in her ear, causing goose bumps to rise in her arms.

To be continued....

In memory of time

She had to stop the creature from stealing Alice. She approached the river’s coast. It was surrounded by a thin fence. The child had told her that she was plunged into water every time she met her friend. How? She wondered. She noticed suddenly a small whole in the fence, perhaps she could enlarge it. She stuck her hand through it and was plunged into cold water.
She appeared surprisingly dry, in a barely lit room. There wasn’t any furniture around, just a coffee table with a small lamp. In the shadows she saw the shape of a man.
“Can I help you?” His voice was soft and sultry, and disturbingly enough, it was vaguely familiar.
“I’ve come to plead for you not to take the girl, sir,” she said in a whisper.
“It is not my intention. I am no thief, nor a monster.”
“Yes, but the girl insists on coming with you.”
“She is still young and does not know what she wants, much like you at her age, Mary.”
Mary took a step back startled at hearing her name.
“Do I know you?” she asked softly, peering into the shadows.
“You did once,” the man replied, taking a step forward. He was tall, his hair black as coal hung in waves slightly below his shoulder, and his eyes were a deep green. He gazed at her in silence.
“David,” she gasped.
“At least, you remember me,” he tried to smile, but his eyes did not respond. The only emotion visible was grief.
“Oh David.” She took a step toward him and saw it. Staring bleakly back at her, the large V which had been burnt into his bare chest was now an ugly scar. Before she could help herself she reached out and touched it.
David flinched and took a step back. Immediately she removed her hand.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Please don’t be,” he said as he softly grabbed her hand and placed it once more on his chest. “I haven’t been touched by anyone in so long...” he left the sentence incomplete.
“David,” she whispered again as she traced the letter across his bare chest. She noticed his cold hand touching her face, removing the silent tears which she had not realized she had been dropping.
“It was a long time ago Mary.” She nodded dumbly. Before she could react he pulled her to him and they embraced. Her sobs the only audible sound in the gloomy room.

The Edge

Just a little something I wrote years ago...

The moon rises high in the sky

A shadow flickers in the corner and you see her

pale as the moonlight

her eyes blue as the morning sky

she walks as in a trance

towards her destiny

Rain begins to fall but she is not disturbed

she must reach her destiny

that's what she's here for

She's closer now,

just another step and she'll make it

She closes her eyes

spreads out her arms

and lets her soul fly free as she falls

through the edge.

Prompt 30: An excuse for not working

I haven't updated this in so long, that although it is really late, I'm going to do a writing prompt.

Dear Boss,

I'm very much afraid that I will not be able to go to work today. My reasons? Quite simply, my brain is about to burst. I will hopefully recover in a few days time. Fear not.

And one day you wake up and discover that friends that once were, no longer are.

So many things to do and so little time. I'll try to update this more often...