The Telegram

Sonia sat in the back of the carriage with the crumpled paper in her hand. The speed of the horses causing a sickening lurch. Reach out yet again to steady herself as the carriage took another corner. On a normal day she would have words for the driver, not pleasant ones. Today was different. Every thing had changed with the receipt of that telegram.

A particularly vicious bump sent Sonia falling to the floor. It took a couple of attempts to get back up. She felt sick and it was nothing to do with this ride. Only an hour ago she had been sitting in her parlour taking her afternoon tea. Then the knock at the door, rapid and insistent.

She had calmly placed her cup back on the saucer and used a napkin to dab her lips. She placed the cup and saucer on the table, adjusted her skirts and faced the door. The maid stepped through followed closely by the messenger.

He passed her the message and stepped back. Sonia had smiled and waited while the maid ushered him from the room. Sonia knew he would be waiting in case there was a reply. She unfolded the paper and began to read. A tear falling onto the message making it harder to read. Sonia called out for her maid.

The door opened, one look at her mistress and she hurried to her side.

“Oh miss, what is it? What has happened?”

Sonia was touched by the obvious concern but she was too rattled to explain.

“Mary, I need the carriage NOW!” She took some of the sting out of the tone by placing her hand over her maids.

Mary picked up the urgency however and was up and running through the door. The messenger was sent round to the stable to sort out the carriage while Mary was a whirlwind of activity. Sonia was soon wrapped in a warm shawl for the trip and her travelling boots. Mary had even managed to get a trunk hastily packed.

Once everything was ready, Sonia boarded the carriage. She gave directions and told Mary to follow on behind her once the house was locked up. A crack of the whip set the carriage moving and Sonia had been thrown back into to seat. The journey had begun and the driver obviously took the instruction to make all possible haste seriously.

Sonia looked once more at the Telegram and wished she would not be too late. The missive had come from her Fathers estate in the country. He had fallen whilst out riding and was now seriously ill. From the tone of the message it did not bode well. She felt her eyes tearing again and she refused to give in to grief. Her Father had taught her that, she should never give up hope.

Pulling up to an inn the driver went inside to procure a room for the night. Sonia wanted to push on but the driver normally a timid man put his foot down. He stood there looking nervous, wringing his cap in his hands.

“Miss, Now I know you want to get to your father but it is too dark now to see the road properly. We push on now and we are likely to get these fine horses injured and were will we be then?”

Sonia had given in and let herself be led to the room. The inn was blessedly quiet and after a light supper she retired to her room. It was a restless night but finally sometime just before dawn sleep took her. It felt like no sooner her eyes shut that she was awoken by a knocking at the door. She got herself ready, wishing that Mary was there. Sonia passed on breakfast but agreed to take a packed lunch to eat on the way.

They were back on the road and the last leg of the journey. The pace set was brisk but not the breakneck pace from before. The motion in the carriage was better now and allowed Sonia to read the telegram over and over again. Finally they entered the drive to her Fathers home. The carriage had barely stopped when she leaped out. She raced in through the front door and up the stairs. Breathing hard she took a moment to gather herself. Opening the door to her Fathers rooms she stepped in....

The Call

Taylor could not believe it. She stared at the Sullen reflection looking back at her. The phone call had put her in a foul mood. How could he? This was it, there was no way she would remain poised when he walked through the door later. The phone rang again. Taylor reached for it, determined to give him a piece of he mind. The voice on the line was not his though.

There was a rich lustre to it that conjured images of knights in shining armour. The voice was calm and confident. She explained that he had a wrong number. As she said the words she was filled with regret. She would not hear this beautiful voice any longer. Taylor felt so sad she missed what he said. Watching herself in the mirror she saw her face flush. She asked him to repeat himself.

She felt herself losing herself to that voice. The effect it was having on her was causing her further embarrassment. She finally pieced together what he was saying. Surely that could not be right? He wanted to speak to her?

She was so confused but his voice was sublime. She was lost to what he was saying. The voice became her world and it was a pleasurable world. Taylor found herself shrugging her robe off of her shoulders. She could see the surprised look on her face in the mirror.

The voice carried on talking, never pausing. Soft, soothing it coaxed Taylor along on a tide of pleasure. Not even bothering to hold a conversation she just listened. Her hand resting on her knee began to move. Soft and feather like Taylor moved her fingers along the top of her thigh. Reaching her knickers she moved back down toward her knee.

Feeling more relaxed as her fingers moved back along her leg. This time along the inside of her thigh. Taylor was aware that she was biting the inside of her lip. Her legs opening slightly as her hand moved higher. The voice continued in her ear, so sensual. Taylor was aware of a warmth as her fingers traced over the fabric of her underwear.

Her fingers moving higher now, up over her stomach. Still the touch was feather light. Her stomach muscles fluttering under her fingers. The voice seducing her with its timbre. She could not stop now, even if she wanted to. Higher her fingers moved on their journey of discovery. Her sensitive nipples responding to the lazy circles her finger traced.

The voice on the phone paused and Taylor panicked for a moment. Luckily the pause was momentary and resumed again. Her heart was racing now, how much longer would she have this heaven in her ears. The lazy pleasure became a burning need to be fulfilled. As if sensing the change in Taylor the voice seemed to urge her onwards.

Fingers back down now to her heat. No longer just a warmth, now a burning furnace of desire. Her fingers moving now inside the fabric. Taylor breathing harder, stifling a moan of pleasure. The orgasm capturing her by surprise. A tidal wave of ecstasy washing over her. The powerful wave being replaced by ripples of pleasure.

The conversation on the phone coming to a close. Taylor pulled herself together enough to say that she was not interested in double glazing at the moment but maybe he could call again in a week?...

Taylor got into the bath. The candles casting a soft glow in the room and Taylor sighed in pleasure at the warmth of the water. Steam had caused the mirror to mist up and Taylor watched as tiny droplets ran down the smooth surface. The bubbles she had applied to the water had a subtle aroma of lemon grass and contributed to a nice relaxing environment.

Taylor though was not feeling relaxed, far from it. The call had come earlier and that voice had rocked her world. She had almost sobbed in frustration. Her friend had paid a surprise visit and try as she might Taylor had not been able to get rid of her. The frustration had been agonising. She had remembered that moment the week before when the orgasm had shaken her.

Why had it had to happen like that? The one saving grace had been the brainwave halfway through the call. She had been finding it hard to concentrate, the growing heat of her sex. Taylor had ached for release. Her friend unaware Taylor was nearly losing herself. An orgasm was building, that just a voice could do this. Each word sending a shock wave of pleasure through her. It was such an intense feeling, the promise of pleasure but the pain of restraint.

Taylor had felt the opportunity drifting away. There was no way he would call back again was there?. Then had come the inspirational thought, Taylor had interrupted him mid flow. It had been difficult to stop that voice but she had a plan. She explained to him that she was very interested but had a visitor. She gave her mobile number and told him to phone and leave a detailed message and a number she could get hold of him on.

Taylor was glad her mobile was not in her pocket when she heard it vibrate on the sideboard. That would have been too much, those delicious vibrations just after that voice. Her friend had finally left and Taylor had all but ran to get the bath running. She still had a couple of hours before everyone got home. Now as she sat in the warmth with the bubbles against her still so sensitive skin.

Reaching out Taylor hit the play button on the message. Wow he really had taken her literally and left a very detailed message. Taylor just lay there in the water, and as before let the voice work its magic. This time there was no distraction, the what was said did not matter just the sound. She could not believe what was happening. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the bath. The orgasm that took her transcended every experience she had ever had. The after shocks sending ripples of pleasure through her. Not once had she touched herself, in her mind she had imagined the stranger. He had explored her body with kisses and soft caresses. She wondered at the pleasure from a real touch.

Taylor sagged back down into the water and closed her eyes. The message was drawing to a close and she felt relaxed and happy. His voice soothing the fires he had earlier stoked. She suddenly sat bolt upright. Water sluicing from her as she stared at the phone. Had she heard that? Truly?. Had he really mentioned that the number he was leaving was his personal number? That he lived not far away and that he really found her voice attractive and they should meet..........

Taylor was swept away on a sea of passion, his touch igniting fires. Flames of pleasure burning brightly as she moaned softly in ecstasy. This heat was all consuming and she let it take her. Taylor had never expected this to happen. This man she desired above all others had such a hold on her.

The voice whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was. The voice was everything, she lost herself to its timbre. Stoking the heat of her sex she knew another orgasm was on its way. Taylor had never behaved like this with anyone. She felt wanton, excited and sexier than she had in years.

She pulled his sweater up and over his head. His body looked like it had been carved from granite. He held himself over her, the muscles in his arms pulled taut. Taylor could not help but reach out. God his chest was hard, slowly she traced her fingers down. His voice was heavenly music to her ears but his body was evil temptation. The ridges of his stomach proud against her fingers. The soft downy hairy leading her lower.

Taylor undid his Jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. She gasped in surprise at the sight of him. Standing proud, his rod as hard as the rest of him. Not sure she could take all of it within she looked forward to the attempt. He stood to remove the jeans properly and soon stood there naked in front of her.

Taylor stared at this Adonis and felt the familiar tingling between her thighs. She was so close to another orgasm. His tongue and fingers had already elicited more screams of pleasure from her than she had thought she could manage. He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes, he seemed to quiver with repressed tension. The war could be seen in the tensing and flexing of his muscles. His resistance was short lived and in two graceful strides he closed the distance.

This was it, he lowered himself down to kiss her. Softly to start but Taylor locked one hand in his hair as she clawed her nails down his back. She wanted him like she had wanted no one before. His kiss became hard and passionate. Taylor new he felt the heat of desire, and locking her legs around him pulled him closer.

The moment of penetration, a sharp pain followed by soothing pleasure. As their bodies became one he whispered her name urgently in her ear. His voice as always sending ripples of pleasure through her. Taylor pulled him deeper inside, rising to meet each thrust. Writhing together the orgasm Taylor had tried to hold of began to crest. Both of her hands reaching behind him. The muscles moving under her touch with each thrust.

Trying so hard to prolong the moment, Taylor found herself calling out in pleasure. He gasped out her name, their eyes locked. Understanding passed between them then. There was no need to hold back any more and with one final thrust he pushed deep inside. The orgasm was so intense as she felt his own flow into her. He held her gaze as they shared the pleasure. Finally he broke the connection collapsing beside her. The burning heat of passion reduced to a burning ember, ready to be stoked again.

The motion of the train as they lay there was soothing and the feel of his arms around her was lovely. Train? Why was she on the train? This wasn’t right. The message he had left had finished and now she could hear the sound of the wheels on the tracks. She had lost herself in his voice again only this time in public. Opening her eyes Taylor looked around feeling her face flush. There was only one other person in the carriage. A handsome man who walked over.

Asking Taylor if she was okay. She could not believe what she was hearing, it was him in the flesh.....

The last couple of weeks had changed everything for Taylor. Now she had a face to go with the voice her fantasies had taken on a new level of clarity. The intensity that shook her body each time became more powerful. Each time she played the message she lost herself in ecstasy. But it all paled in significance to the experience of the night before.

Taylor had felt her heart in her throat as she checked into the hotel. The receptionist did not bat an eyelid though as she slid the key across the polished counter. Ryan picked up the key and smoothly pocketed it. The turned and moved across the plush foyer towards the elevators. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. It felt so right in his arms and she had snuggled in close.

They had ridden up to their floor in silence. They had arranged this meeting only a couple of days previously after speaking at least twice a day for the last two weeks. Ever since she had talked to him on the train she had felt a deep connection. He had been surprised when he realised who she was and the way his clear blue eyes had widened still made her smile. It must have been fate and she was not going to fight it.

Opening the door for her to enter first Ryan followed Taylor into the room. Once the door was closed they both explored the room. They were giggling like a couple of naughty teenagers. It was the nerves getting to them both and Taylor felt comforted he was feeling it too. Finding the mini bar Ryan mixed them up a couple of drinks. Something strong enough to take the edge off a little.

Ryan ran a bath for Taylor while he took a shower. He added bubbles and sat on the bed while she took a soak. Taylor found herself unable to relax knowing he was in the next room. She knew what was likely to happen and felt both nervous and excited. The water swooshed as she sat up. It was time to get out, grabbing a towel she dried off before donning a robe.

Walking into the room Taylor made for the window. Looking out at the lights of the city below she mentioned to him how pretty it looked. He whispered in her ear that it was not as pretty as her. How had he managed to move so quietly and that voice so close sent a ripple through her whole body. His arms encircling her as he softly kissed her neck. Taylor tilted her head slightly as the soft kisses continued.

Each feather light touch of his lips on her skin made her pulse quicken. His hands moved down to undo her robe. Taylor felt herself flushing as the robe fell open. He paused in his kisses long enough to look at her reflection in the glass. He whispered the word “Beautiful” before turning her to face him. He slid the robe from her shoulders, there was no rush. He seemed to enjoy the slow revelation of her body. Taylor loved the look in his eyes, the hunger. As the robe fell to the floor leaving Taylor naked she realised that she also felt a hunger.

Reaching out herself Taylor undid his robe. He made no move to stop her and as it gaped open Taylor looked down at his sex, so hard already. Had just seeing her body done that?. All of the fantasies she had experienced were nothing compared to the reality. Taylor ached to feel him inside her, she wanted to be impaled by him. He shrugged his robe off to fall at his feet. His body though not as hard as all of the fantasies was in great shape.

Stood in silence they explored each other with their eyes as the hunger grew. Taylor gave in first and reached out to take him in her hands. He throbbed beneath her fingers and as she moved her fingers up and down his shaft he moaned in pleasure. She had never taken control like this but having him in her power turned her on. Taylor knelt on the soft carpet in front of him, not letting go for a moment. She could feel the change in him, the anticipation.

Taylor moved her mouth to the tip of him, not yet taking him in her mouth. She breathed warm air over his erection and she felt it buck in her hands. He moaned “please” but she was merciless in her teasing of him. She licked the tip of him enjoying her first taste of him. His salty pre cum on her tongue made her want more. She had waited so long for this moment, she could hold back no longer. Giving in to her lust she took him deep in her mouth.

He thrust gently as her lips moved down him and his moans of pleasure made Taylor aware of the heat between her own legs. She new that if he was to move this delicious shaft between her legs now he would have no problem being able to glide inside. She had not felt this sexy in such a long time and Ryan responding in such away to her body had released a wild abandon in her. His thrusts were becoming more insistent now in her mouth and his breath coming in ragged gasps. Taylor new he would not last long now and relentlessly sucked harder. She was shocked when he could hold back no longer. He filled her mouth and she sucked on. Soon he was spent, Taylor looked up at him not taking her mouth from him. The look of pleasure and hunger etched in his features. Looking down at her sucking still on his hardness she watched the hunger take him as it had taken her.

Ryan guided her to stand up and led her to the bed. He lay her down and positioning himself on top of her, kissed her deeply. She pulled him tight against her as they embraced. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her. She ached for it, she burned for him. Ryan had other ideas and breaking the embrace he proceeded to kiss her neck once more. This was not the feather light touch of earlier.

He moved lower down her body, his hand squeezing her breasts as he sucked hard on her nipples. Pulling her nipples against the back of is teeth she gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure. He made sure that both her breasts were pleasured. He moved a has between her legs and stimulated her clitoris. Never had Taylor experienced anything like the raw passion he was showing. She could not help herself, so turned on she came hard. Surely he would enter her now, and give her what she truly wanted.

Ryan had other ideas and he moved lower still, kissing over her belly and down to her pubic mound. Oh god she was in heaven. He breathed in her musky scent, and it seemed to fire his blood even more. He moved lower between her legs which he hooked over his shoulders. He got on his knees, pulling Taylor with him. She slid down the bed crying out in pleasure as his tongue moved between her folds. He moaned in pleasure at the taste of her on his tongue. Taylor gasped as he pulled her tighter to his hungry mouth. She looked up at him seeing he was lost in pleasure. He was sucking and licking her sensitive node and Taylor felt another orgasm swelling.

Ryan one arm holding her tight against him so he could devour her the other teasing and pinching her nipple. Taylor screamed out as the orgasm took her. Every nerve ending in her body alive with pleasure. Finally she quietened. Ryan lowered her legs back to the bed. Taylor found herself being flipped over and his strong arms pulling her up onto all fours. His penis was resting between her buttocks now. Surely he was not going to?.

He reached around and his fingers moved inside her still wet opening. She opened her legs a little more to allow his fingers inside. She was very aware of his penis as he pushed it a little harder against her. Surely he wouldn't? He pulled it down between her buttocks and she felt him against the opening of her anus. She wanted to try everything but this had not crossed her mind.

Taylor pushed back a little to let him know if he wanted to he could. She almost let out a sigh of relief when he moved that rock hard rod lower. Using the hand that had been fingering her to guide him Ryan pushed inside her. There was no delicate entry just raw passion. He pushed inside her as deep as she could take him. Again and again he pushed inside. The slapping of flesh as he pushed into her. Taylor used her elbows to dig into the bed and give her purchase to move her hips backwards to meet him.

Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the feel of his hands on her hips as he impaled her. Taylor felt another orgasm coming and could not believe it was possible. Never had she came three times in one night. Ryan gasped out that he was going to orgasm, Taylor told him not to hold back and gave in to hers. The contractions inside her mixed with the feel of his semen spurting deep inside her transcended every experience she had ever had.

After they had finished they collapsed onto the bed locked in each others arms. The night was only just beginning, and as the hours wore on they explored each other over and over. Taylor lay there now happy, his arm across her stomach as he dozed. She felt satisfied and sure that the previous night was a new beginning for both of them. She could still feel the warmth of his orgasm inside her and looked forward to many more nights like this in their future. Waking him with a kiss she suggested they get some breakfast sent to the room.

Please ring!

I was asked to create a story using the words Lustre, Poised, Sullen and phone call but I was given two genres: Erotica and suspense. Well this one is the Suspense one:

He sat there staring at the phone, willing it to ring. Just one phone call, just one. Inside he was a broken mess but outside he remained poised. The truth was, on the outside he did not look that pretty either. His poise was all he had left and he was damn sure that sullen bastard was not taking that.

The phone was an old one, with a dial rather than buttons. Age had dulled its lustre but to him it glistened like gold. The only sounds in the room now where his laboured breathing and the drumming of fingers.

“5 Minutes left”

It was the only thing said but it it hinted at a sinister future. The question he asked himself was, would it be more sinister than his past. He had been taken a few days ago. They had come for him in the dead of night. Bright torches shone in his face, effectively blinding him. Shouting at him to keep his hands in the open. The noise coupled with the blindness as he came awake had been disorientating.

“4 Minutes left”

There was anger in it this time. Like it was his choice it had not rung. He remembered being alone in this very room. Strapped to this very chair. They must have drugged him, his head had been pounding. It had felt like a brass band rehearsing. Tuning their instruments in a discordant drone. The room had slowly come into focus, the mist clearing gradually. Finally the room had been revealed.

“3 Minutes left”

He almost flinched at the tone. A dreary grey metallic finish. A steel box complete with a matching table and chair. He had tried to move which had bought about a wave of nausea. There had been something wrong with the chair. It was bolted to the floor, just like the table. Why would it be bolted to the floor. As all of these thoughts had materialised so had a man through the doorway.

“2 Minutes left”

The words almost spat out. The man had been huge. Not saying anything, strolled over and punched him in the face. If the chair had not been bolted to the floor it would have toppled over. His hands pulled against the bindings in a vain attempt to block the blow. His head was still ringing with the first blow when the second followed.

“1 minute left”

This time said in a quiet and calm manner. There was a certainty in that voice that chilled him to the bone. He had lost count of the beatings he had endured. Poise became everything to him. They could take away his dignity, proven by the mess he sat in. They could not take the satisfaction of breaking him. Even though he was completely shattered, they would not know it. He stared at the phone, silent in protest on the table.

This was it, seconds to go now. His life to be extinguished and his body to be dumped in and unmarked grave. The sullen man pulled a gun from his pocket. The double click as the barrel was pulled back and let go. A bullet in the chamber now. A bullet that had his name on it. He stared back in defiance. He would face this moment of truth bravely. There who be no crying, no begging and no flinching from his fate. The gun pointing right at his face now. Finger whitening on the trigger, this was it.

Bring Bring, Bring Bring.....

The first time- adult theme with humour

Harry was feeling tired and satisfied like he never had before. Laying here looking at the ceiling he thought back to a few days ago. Harry had been on twitter and saw some writers had mentioned double penetration. He was very niave about sex but had thought he would like to try it. Suggesting this intention to his girfriend had been a nerve wracking time. Kelly had been supportive and agreed to try. They had talked about how this would be managed long into the night.

The excitement they had both felt had been intoxicating. Harry was excited at this new dimension to their love making. Calling his best friend he arranged to meet up. Harry knew he was going to need help to make this experience happen.

Meeting at the pub seemed a good Idea. Harry had arrived early so that he could have a drink for dutch courage. He was halfway through his pint when Adam walked in. Heads turned whenever he entered a room. Adam had been blessed with model looks and the body of a gymnast. He had sauntered over and Harry watched in awe.

Adam settled down and the barmaid appeared in seconds to offer him a drink. As an after thought she had stopped to check with Harry. Finishing his existing drink with one long gulp Harry had ordered another. Chatting about the usual rubbish Harry felt on edge. His best friend picked up on the mood and looking over the top of his glass asked what was up.

Harry reluctantly had started talking. He had explained his plans and asked Adam if he would help make his fantasy a reality. Adam had double checked that Kelly was okay with this. Harry had reassured him that she wanted this as much as him. He detailed his conversation with Kelly. Harry explained how he thought it had been for the best that Adam helped.

Reassured that Kelly wanted this moment and was okay with him sharing it, Adam agreed to help. Harry was impressed with the knowledge Adam had, but not surprised. Harry had always known Adam had a lot of experience with the fairer sex. It had been agreed that tonight would be the night.

Lying here in bed basking in the after glow Harry thought back to the act. It had been sublime. He rembered positioning himself between Kellys legs. He could vividly bring to mind the look of excitement and anticipation on her face. He penetrated her hearing her gasp in pleasure. This was it the second one was about to happen....... He had pulled out and as he pushed in the second time he could hold back no longer. “Well done she had cooed, that is the longest you have lasted yet”

Mary Papas

I thought it was about time I introduced you to a friend of mine. We are working on a project together which will take the form of an anthology of our flash fiction. Mary has a very helpful blog with advice for writers:

http://t.co/W9D0kxUNOi

Mary has also written a book of short stories:

Take Off Your Mask

  It is in my nature to analyze everything (being a Scorpio has something to do with it I am sure).  I always look for what cannot be  clearly seen, for what I sense is hidden somewhere. People who pretend to be something they are not fascinate me.  These are people who choose to hide their real feelings and thoughts from the rest of the world, (sometimes even from themselves) and go through life playing a role. After a long while, that role becomes their reality, that they cannot live without.

Or can they?

 Some people find it too painful to keep pretending, while some others find it too painful to show who they really are. No matter what they choose, there will always be a price to pay, and they know it. 

 The truth can set them free, but only if they are ready to accept it. 

 My flash fiction collection ''Take Off Your Mask''   sheds some light in those dark souls. It shows  both their journey and their destination.

  You can find ''Take Off The Mask'' in Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Take-Off-Your-Mask-ebook/dp/B00B6LP9IU/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1359299460&sr=8-3&keywords=take+off+your+mask

And remember...things are not always as they seem.

Mary Papas

The Battle

He was sick and tired of this god forsaken country. The constant rain and muddy terrain playing havoc with his equipment. Even now he sat listening to the rat a tat of of the downpour hitting his armour. Every now and then a rogue drop was forced through the visor in his helm. The biting wind never let up for a second. It was a constant struggle to hold his ground buffeted as he was.

Scotland, why bloody Scotland? What was so special about these Celt's. All he knew was that he had to take this land. Once he had it, he had to hold it until the reinforcements arrived. Ordinarily not a problem but these Celt s were ferocious fighters. They were massed in numbers on the opposite ridge. Covered in their paint, shouting taunts he did not understand.

He looked down the line at the rest of his Knights. As comanding Knight he was expected to lead by example. He steadied his horse as he calmly raised his hand. It was the signal that the advance was to begin very soon. He was proud of his men. The knowledge that they would follow him into that mass knowing they would likely die. He was confident his knights would make a fair account of themselves.

The rest of the infantry where hardy fighters and all battle tested. He was sure they would hold but it would be for him to lead this charge and break the enemy line. He felt his pulse quicken. This was the moment he loved most of all. His troops eerily silent in contrast from the noise opposite. The sound of ringing steel as swords where drawn. He knew how it would feel to the Celt's facing this silent wall. It would leach their confidence at not being able to bait them.

Smiling though no one could see, he let the blood lust rise within. The rage would soon have its day. Lowering the arm he kicked his heels into the flanks of his mount. A slow steady walk at first. No accidents in descending this steep incline. The noise increasing opposite, culminating in one defiant scream of hatred. The thunder of thousands of pairs of feet charging.

Half way down the hill now. Still he held the pace steady and controlled. When would these Celt's learn?. They would be running uphill soon and giving him the advantage of the higher ground. The sound of their cries was deafening and he was glad his padded helm offered him some protection. He again looked along his orderly line. He felt a surge of pride in them as he signalled the charge.

No wasted effort in shouting, the enemy was charging uphill now. He reached the optimum speed and drew his Calvary sabre for this initial contact. Lighter and more manoeuvrable he could cut a bloody swathe through the ranks facing him. His line had formed a fighting V with him at the point. His sword made contact and he felt the thrill as blood sprayed across his visor.

This was life, this was everything. Again and again he swung the sabre until suddenly he was clear. Wheeling the horse around he dismounted and was joined by the remaining knights. Horses would be no use now, another charge would probably kill as many of his men as the enemy. Freeing the larger broad sword he strode to the mass of Celt's. Not immediately aware of their peril he swung the sword in a mighty arc, hamstringing an unfortunate Celt. His screams alerting his comrades to this threat from the rear.

Time ceased to have meaning. He fought on against the endless horde. Arms tiring he refused to feel the fatigue. The only thing that mattered was the land he must take. Fulfilling his sacred duty. He saw a massive figure running at him carrying a huge axe. He leaned back on his left leg waiting. The axe swung back, just as it was starting forward in a murderous arc he jumped forward. Sword pushed forward like a spear. The shocked look on the axe bearers face as the sword is pulled clear.

He turns looking for his next target but the battle is over. The remaining enemy withdrawing from the field. Tiredness washes over him and he feels for the first time the bruises on his ribs where the mace caught him by surprise. He has a cut along his forearm where he had his armour cut from him by a broadsword. He removes his helm, grateful for once the rain pelting his face invigorates him. He takes a moment as he surveys the battlefield to enjoy the quiet and stillness. All to soon his captains will be needing their orders and he would have plans to make.

Liebster Blog Award

I have read a few of these now and have always been dubious about taking part. I mean who would be interested in finding out more about me? I am just a guy that likes to write stories. Well I guess there is one way to find out....

I guess I should start at the beginning with an invite from a great new friend Taylor Fulks:

http://www.taylorfulks.com/

Author of: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16109612-my-prison-without-bars-the-journey-of-a-damaged-woman-to-someplace-norma

'I wrote this novel in first person, from the mind, body, and heart of a child. I didn't want to shock or be grotesque...I wanted people to truly know the permanent damage that is inflicted, to know the depths of fear and self-loathing, and to really feel through the experiences of an abused child.'

What exactly is the Liebster Blog you may well ask, so let me enlighten you:

The purpose of the Liebster Blog Award is to recognize blogs with fewer than 200 followers that deserve a look. My assignment is to:

(a) List 11 random facts about me.

(b) Answer 11 questions Alice has sent me.

(c) Come up with 11 questions to ask other authors.

(d) Nominate and tag 11 other authors for this award (how cool is that?).

To my nominated friends—it means doing the same thing that I am doing…

(a) Post a blog linking back here to me with 11 random facts about you

(b) Answer my 11 questions

(c) Nominate 11 new bloggers to answer 11 questions you have set for them

(d) If the thought of rounding up 11 other bloggers is daunting and just a bit much with your busy schedule, just write 11 random facts about yourself and answer my questions…Come on—it’ll be fun!

OK—so here goes…

11 random facts about me

1. When I was very young I wanted to be an accountant. I always used to love numbers and still do to a certain degree.

2. I have started but not yet finished my first Novel.

3. I have foolishly signed up to run a half marathon in June..... there is only one problem.... I have not started my training yet!!! Gulp!!

4. I have two tattoo's that I love. One from when I was 18 and then another as a present to myself when I was 30.

5. I only started publishing my writing on Facebook as recently as October last year. The premise is that I take two random words and a genre and turn them into a story. Www.facebo

The Job

Angry, that was a pale imitation of what he was feeling. There was nothing torpid about him as he paced the room. They had gotten rid of him, he had been disgraced. Now it suited them and they needed him all was forgiven?. He felt he could scream but held it all inside, a silent rage.

He had been the very best in the business. No one since had been able to fill the void he had left. He knew it and they knew it. The problem was they would not admit it to him. So he festered and paced. Finally he was summoned again and asked his decision. The smug faces opposite said they knew the answer. He agreed to do the job but decided now was a good time to change the rules.

He took great pleasure watching the smug grins slip from their faces. Knowing they had not seen this coming was immensely satisfying. The rage came under control and he was himself again. There was a lot of babbling now and he sat down and watched. Finally order was restored and they agreed to his demand. A full apology in writing would be his along with his special request.

With everything sorted out he set off to his destination. Entering the five star hotel he checked in to his room. He ordered some room service and watched T.V. Killing time was a part of his job. Patience was his friend and ally. It would soon be time to make his move. Standing in the middle of the room he worked through some stretches. Muscles loosened, he went to the window.

The window was not designed to be fully opened but that did not stop him. Soon he was stood on the ledge and looking down to the street below. He could see the headlights as they cut through the night. He wondered what lives those people led. He knew he would never be one of them, could never be one of them. Turning he jumped up. Hanging from the balcony above he forgot about the fall. Pulling himself up he climbed up. Repeating the manoeuvre again he was now two floors up. The wind was stronger here and he imagined it as avenging souls coming to carry him to his death. Laughing to himself he took out his picks and gained entry to the room.

Asleep in the bed was the target and his wife. The room was as silent as the grave. He made his way across the room. A change in breathing and he stopped dead, one foot in the air. Slowly he lowered it to the carpet and waited. His heart was pounding, god he loved his job. The adrenalin was a kick in the gut. He rode out the rush and waited. Patience was his ally and friend. Deep sleep resumed and he moved forward.

Taking the vial from his pocket he dipped the needle into the clear toxin. Holding the needle over the targets lips he waited. The tiny drop of toxin hung on to the end on the needle. If it had fingers then only the tips had purchase. No longer able to hold on the droplet fell to the lips below. He imagined it as a person falling in slow motion, screaming all the way down. The involuntary action of licking his lips killed the target. Such a simple act but deadly.

He stoppered the vial and moved back to the balcony. He heard the gasping gurgle of the death rattle as he closed the door behind him. He lowered himself to the balcony below. As he repeated the act the avenging wind buffeted him and he slipped. Falling through the air he flung out his hand. Making contact with the ledge outside his room. His fall arrested as his arm pulls taut. Agony ripped through him as tendons stretch to their limits. Hanging one armed from a ledge was not how he imagined this ending.

Feeling strength ebb from him he knows he must act and fast. Ignoring the protests of his aching body he reaches up with his other hand. The pressure eases and he pulls himself up and over. Hitting the carpet as he falls into his room, he is breathing hard. He lays there resting and lets the pain subside. He has never come that close to death before and has never felt so alive.

Need directions

Where were they going?. This was the question on the lips of the captain. He licked his lips to keep them moist and looked back at the plan. He had been promoted through the ranks more by luck than judgement. He scratched the top of his head as he stared completely bemused at the paper in front of him. He knew that if he was to get out of this pickle he would need a miracle. It had been so easy. Follow the lorry ahead they had told him. Well he had followed the bloody thing. The only problem was that it was the wrong lorry.

Now staring at plans the lines all merged into a big mess. He screwed it into a ball and threw it over his shoulder. He heard the startled yelp and spun around. His apology dying in his throat. He felt his face flush as he took in the vision of loveliness. She was pulling the screwed up ball out of her cleavage. He tried to help but she smacked his hand out of the way, a scandalised look on her face.

He finally stammered out an apology but could not take his eyes from her significant assets. She cleared her throat and his eyes snapped up to meet hers. She handed him the ball of paper. Hand shaking he took it and looking sheepish tossed it into the cab. She asked him what was he playing at and stood there hands on hips waiting for answer.

He tried to explain but the way she was stood caused her cleavage to rise and fall almost out of her top. He found himself getting tongue tied and blurting out he was lost.

“I was trying to find my way to the border but the lorry I was following was the wrong one!”

“Oh I see” she said.

An idea formed in his head, maybe if he asked this lady the way. He was sure that soon he would be back on the right path. He found the confidence returning, he was strong and confident and deserving of rank. Squaring his shoulders he faced her head on. He refused to be intimidated by her attractiveness. She looked at him expectantly as if she knew the next words out of his mouth would be powerful and commanding.

He took a deep breath. Feeling the air flow into his lungs, filling them. Hope fully renewed and sure now that this was no chance meeting. He asked his question of her. He was startled to find himself on the floor and his jaw stinging. He shook his head to clear it and thought back over the last moments trying to piece it all together.

He saw again her fist being pulled back and then being unleashed with such power. She was shaking her hand trying to get rid of the pain of hitting him. He thought further back and played again the question through his mind and then he got it....

“I know its a little chilly and there is a definate nipple in the air. I was chest wondering if you could show me the breast? way to the border”

Terror Night

Holding his arm protectively around Anne. They were huddled together in the corner of the now dark bedroom. It was a far cry from earlier. Then there was nothing protective about them being together. They had been on the bed and having sex when the lights went out. The lights did not stop them but the sound of breaking glass did.

He could hardly hear Anne's shallow breathing. The only other sound was of the rain hitting the roof above them. They were both trying to keep as quiet as possible. He knew that it would not be enough. How could they have been so careless to be caught? how had they been followed? pointless questions really. The only one that mattered was how was he going to get them both out of there?. He whispered in Anne's ear that he was going to to take a look.

Anne held on to him tightly but he unhooked her fingers. Standing he pulled on his jeans and immediately felt less vulnerable. Not quite armour but better than being naked. He edged around the bed towards the door. A sound from downstairs causing him to halt. Holding his breath he waited. No further sounds came and he continued to the door. Opening it he peered through the narrow gap but could not see any movement.

He moved out into the hallway. The sound had come from downstairs so he crept towards the end of the landing. Alert but no further noises carried to his ears. He stood there silent for what seemed forever. He was about to take the first step down when he felt the breeze against his back. He shivered in the cold air feeling the goose bumps ripple along his skin. Caused partly by the chill and partly by the realisation that there were no windows open.

He turned and went back to the bedroom and saw Anne still huddled in the corner. He went over to tell her that they needed to move, to get out while they could. Anne grasped his arm tight. Her fingers slipped as she whispered something to him. He could not hear and tried to urge her to get up. Her grip was insistent and she pulled him close. She struggled to say something and finally he paid attention. Blood bubbling up into her mouth causing her to cough and shudder in pain. Anne gasped the word "run" as she gave in to deaths embrace.

Standing, he turned and ran to the door flinging it open rushed into the hallway. He bounded down the stairs and reaching the front door tried to pull it open. Although he had not done it, the door was locked. He raced through the house to the kitchen. It was no good the back door was also locked tight. His breathing coming in ragged gasps he pulled a knife from the block on the counter.

Soft laughter from behind made him whirl around. He felt a fool brandishing the knife in front of him. In the murky light he could see nothing. Edging backwards until he was against the wall. From the other side of the room soft laughter mocked him. He ran through to the living room pulling the door shut behind him. Soft laughter from the other side of the room now. This was impossible how could he move so fast?. The stairs were blocked off now and he had one choice left to him.

Running flat out he threw himself at the window. Glass shattering with a loud crash drowning out the drumming of the rain. Lying outside on the porch floor covered in glass he groaned as the pain washed over him. Pushing himself to his feet he ignored the stab of the glass cutting into him. He staggered out into the rain, limping as he made his way out onto the lawn.

He found himself on his knees. He tried to stand. Realising instead his face was resting against the cool grass.

A pressure on his back as his head is pulled up. The last thing he hears is that soft laughter in his ear as the blade slides across his throat.

Romance for Maria - Contains adult content.

Maria was looking forward to the show. She had taken the day off from her Job as a Technical Analyst, she loved her job but it was always nice to have time off. Maria was with a group of her close girlfriends and this day out had been planned for some time. After the show they were going out for a Pizza. This though was her favourite part. Milling around in the foyer listening to the muted sounds of conversation. There was a sense of excitement and anticipation that hung in the air that affected everyone.

It was busy and the press of people was making it a challenge to get to the confectionery stand. She was distracted by a hand on her arm pulling her through an opening it the mass. She was stood now only a couple of people back from the counter. Someone jostled into her back hard enough to make her stagger. Maria turned round to give the person a peace of her mind but the words died in her mouth.

Stood there was a breathtakingly handsome man. He too was turning from behind, seeing Maria looking an apologetic expression appeared on his face. He explained that he too had been shoved. Maria found herself drawn to the deep timbre of his voice, the meaning of the words almost lost. Looking into the deep blue of his eyes she felt herself wishing she could dive into their depths. His wavy brown hair framed his perfect face. What was happening to her? it was ridiculous the affect he was having. Maria felt her face heating as her heart pounded in her ears. He had stopped speaking now and was starting to look concerned. Maria knew he was waiting for a response but could not remember what he said. Blushing more than ever she was saved as her friend dragged her forcibly to the counter. Gathering her thoughts as she chose some candy to eat during the show she felt her equilibrium return. Handing over her payment she turned to speak to this man and apologise for ignoring him.

Looking around she could not see him anywhere and was surprised to feel a little disappointed. The crowd was thinning now as people moved on to find their seats and Maria moved across the room to join her friends at the base of the stairs. When they were all together they went to find their seats. Maria went first into the row until she found the end of their allocation. Shrugging out of her coat she mad herself comfortable.

She chatted to her friend and flicked through the programme. It was only a couple of minutes now until curtain up, there was very little talking now as people settled down. There were sounds coming from the pit in front of the stage as musicians fine tuned their instruments. Maria was aware of disruption at the end of her row as one by one her friends stood up. There was always one person that had to take forever to take their seat. Sighing Maria stood up as the intruder reached her.

It was him, why did it have to be him?. She was so aware of him as he squeezed past her. He was invading her personal space and their eyes locked. Time seemed to move in slow motion, the booming thump of her heart, so loud surely he could hear that?. She breathed in the smell of his crisp clean aftershave. Those eyes again causing her to lose herself. Ruthlessly she tore her eyes away and down to his mouth. Maria watched as he formed words, but was now mesmerised by the fullness of his lips. He was past her now and moving past the next person. A cleared throat from the row behind snapped her attention back to reality. Maria took her seat as the lights dimmed.

The show was everything Maria had hoped it would be but part of her was waiting for the interval. Would she see this stranger again?. Looking down the row had not helped, the lighting was down too low. Maria allowed herself to relax and follow the story unfolding on the stage. It was a love story and that appealed to the writer in her. She had always enjoyed romance and had a flare for the erotic. The story was a traditional format of a poor boy who was really a prince. The show reached the natural dramatic point for the interlude. The curtain fell as the lights came up.

Maria looked down the row and felt a jolt in her chest as her eyes met his. The air between them almost crackled with electricity. The moment was lost as people between them climbed to their feet. Maria was distracted by her friend who wanted to discuss what they had seen so far. When she was able to glance across again he was gone. Now the lights were up she realised he was sitting close to the other end of the row. Feeling a little sad that he would not be squeezing past her again she waited for the show to begin again.

He took his seat just before the lights dimmed again but Maria did not miss the glance he sent her way. Flushed she was glad to be safely shrouded in darkness. The music began and the magic of the theatre took her back to another world. The traditional happy ending was the order of the day. The cast made their way onto the stage to take a bow to rapturous applause. The the lights came up, glancing to he left Maria’s heart sank. His chair was empty and there was no sign of this man who had entered her life.

The party made its way to the restaurant, soon with good food and plenty of beer to wash it down they were having a fantastic time. Conversation and laughter filled the room and as the evening wore on Maria found herself a little tipsy. As the night came to a close she gathered her coat and said goodbye to her friends. They all tried to get her to stay but Maria was feeling the effects of the beers and had to work tomorrow. Stepping into the night she stumbled. She felt herself caught as she fell and looked up into deep blue eyes....

He helped her up but did not step back or remove his hands. He towered over her but was not intimidating at all. In fact she felt safe here and made no move to put any distance between them. He did not say anything and she was glad, instead he moved closer to her pulling her into a kiss. The heat of the passion set her soul alight, she pulled him tighter against her body.

Maria had never felt such a connection before to a stranger. Stood in the street, locked in an embrace her body ached for his. She felt a little breathless as they finally stepped back from each other. There was no need for words, taking hold of her hand in his. Maria let herself be led. Walking streets she knew well she was surprised when he led her to her own apartment building. How did this man know where she lived?. She was about to speak when he pulled a key to the front door from his pocket.

Again taking her hand he led her to his apartment. Maria could not believe this was happening, it was like serendipity. His apartment was below hers and when he opened the doors she saw boxes stacked neatly. He had obviously just moved in. Taking her through to the bedroom she did not resist. This was not like her but it felt so right with this man. The bed was neatly made and there were only a couple of boxes awaiting attention.

She fell once more into his arms, the kiss was long. It hinted at the passion yet to come and fuelled the desire Maria was feeling. Their clothes seemed to melt away and soon they were stood in just underwear. The same hunger in his eyes as he looked at her must have been mirrored in hers. Stood there almost shaking with the pent up tension Maria new the release would be intense. Almost reverently he reached out to stroke her skin. Goosebumps sprang up along her arms.

His touch feather light as stepping closer he ran his hands around her sides to her back. Tracing his fingers up her spine as he held his lips close to hers. Teasing her with the promise of a kiss as his fingers worked the clasp of her bra. Finally his lips met hers and he slid the straps over her shoulders. Now her breasts were bare the kiss deepened. Maria moaned in pleasure as his fingers squeezed her nipple, tongues entwined he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

His hand moving between her legs as he touched her through the fabric of her sheer knickers. Following his lead she took hold of his hardness. He let out a small sound of pleasure as she touched him. He kicked his boxers off allowing her fingers to fully encircle his member. Sliding her hand along his shaft she elicited more cries of pleasure from him. As he became more aroused the intensity of his touch increased.

Maria found herself moaning in pleasure as he stimulated her. An orgasm took her almost by surprise and he skilfully drew out the moment for her. Muscles contracting as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her. She wanted him and wanted him now!. Maria pulled him on top of her, not waiting to remove her panties he just pulled them to one side. This was it, the tip of his throbbing shaft pushing against her wet opening. He pushed into her but only the tip of his shaft. He teased her like this for a little while but Maria wanted him deep inside her.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him deeper. Something snapped in his restraint at her wanton behaviour. Suddenly he was pounding into her. Hands pinned to the bead beside her head she cried out in joy as he let the heat of the moment fuel his passion. She could see in his eyes that his own orgasm was approaching and raising her head she invited his kiss. This was too much for him. He buried himself deep inside her and she felt as his orgasm flowed into her.

Exhausted they collapsed in a heap on the bed. It was the start of a long night as they explored each other fully, there was no need for talking. The sun creeping through the window found them asleep still wrapped in each others arms. The gentle warmth on Maria's skin woke her and as she moved in his arms his eyes slowly opened. Making love slowly in the morning light the act culminating in release for both of them. Finally she was able to talk in his presence. Over a makeshift breakfast of cereal and fruit juice they conversed. Maria felt a connection to this man Steve whom it turned out she had so much in common with. It was like one of the stories she wrote so well and she knew that her future would be with him.  

Office Romance

Her warm breath misted as it hit the frigid cold air. Winter was well under way and snow was starting to fall. She watched the flakes as they twisted and turned on their slow inevitable journey to the ground. Holding her hand out in front of her she caught one. She watched it turn gradually from white to clear, revealing the colour of her red gloves as the warmth caused it to melt.

More flakes joined it as the shower intensified around her. She was glad she had her ear muffs to help ward against this cold night. The street lamps were just coming on. They cast pools of light through which the snow continued to dance. Picking up her pace again as she did not want to be late. He had told her he would wait outside the Chinese restaurant. This new restaurant was to be the setting for their first official date.

Meeting at work when he had transferred in from head office a few weeks ago. They had seemed to hit it off straight away both enjoying a similar sense of humour. Given a project to do together had meant staying late a few nights and long hours working together. Although it had been just work she had started to feel some real chemistry between them.

Surprisingly she had even begun looking forward to going in each day. This was something that had not happened in quite some time. She had started to try and make him smile just because it was so damn cute. She the way his eyes twinkled with genuine good humour. He occupied more of her thoughts outside of work than she really wanted to admit. She found herself living for those fleeting touches when her fingers brushed his. Each touch made her want more and she had started to become more tactile with him. Better yet she noted that he was more so with her too.

Finally the day came when the project was finished and needed to be presented to the management team. It had gone very well and she hoped that it would lead to more projects with him. She was not so lucky and her next assignment was with someone different. She remembered feeling fed up the next day in the office but then he had come to find her.

The whole time they were talking he kept shifting his feet and looked uncomfortable. She could not make sense of it, having been in his company before. Who was this man? he was like a completely different person. Instead of a twinkle in his eyes there was something akin to panic and it was getting worse.

He had stopped speaking and was obviously waiting for her to say something. Casting her mind back she frantically tried to bring back to the words he had been saying. Realising that he had just asked her out for a date. The moment she had said yes he had relaxed. He became again the person she knew and plans were made for the coming weekend.

She turned the corner and was now on the right street. The heavy snow was making it difficult to see the restaurant. The wind was coming straight at her now, the snow being driven into her face. She pulled her coat tighter to herself to keep warm. Only a little way to go and she would finally be there.

If he was standing outside in this he would be glad to finally get inside too. A brief break in the wind allowed her to finally look. Sure enough there he was standing next to the stone panda like he had said. Wrapped up in a long winter coat and scarf he cut a fine figure.

He was blowing on hands cupped to his face and stomping his feet against the cold. He looked up and saw her, he raised his hand to wave. She could see the smile that lit his face and felt her own in return. She closed the distance to him quickly now. He bent to kiss her hello. Although she was sure it was meant to be a little peck on the lips it lingered just a fraction longer. He took her hand and guided her to the door.