I’ve not been hiding

This past year has been about some changes that I have made in my life, and although I had put my writing on the back burner, I have found that I can no longer sit idle while my stories fill my brain. I have lost out on so much opportunity because of my inner insecurities I want to finish what I started (here) and move on to my next project. And, with your help any comments would be appreciated.

So, I decided that now is as good a time as any to revisit some of the stories that I had written, to find out where I am. There are some changes ahead. I hope you like them. Because this blog is not only about me but about the people I write for. This is not about how well written my blog is (yes, my editing skills need to be improved) its about the story.



Holiday Rails Part 4


Kent waves back and the girls all giggle. “Just what I needed an audience.” Stacey mumbles under her breath.

“Um, sitting at the head of the table is Ruth Ann. I met her online along with Renee to her left and Camille next to her. The woman with the short blond hair is Denise whom you’ve already met along with Leigh Ann to her right.  Renee and I have something to discuss later, don’t we?” Renee just shrugged her shoulders and grinned. “Oh?”  It was a question that I wasn’t about to answer. Instead I asked Kent what he had ordered for us.

“It’s a surprise and will go well with your Chardonnay.” He said. Dinner was served shortly. Their audience took great liberty in tormenting her throughout her meal making googly eyes feigning sighs and gasps. It’s all I could do to finish my meal without choking on laughter. Once the dessert cart rolled around she couldn’t help but stare and lick her lips. She had forgotten about Kent while she was talking to the pastry chef. Barbara was written on her Chef’s jacket. She told me that she too was going to the costume ball. “Good evening, I have for you tonight a variety of cakes to choose from.  You two look cozy, so I would suggest: Bittersweet Chocolate Cake, Apricot-Coconut Cake or…Truffles. They are meant to be savored on the palate to be followed by a nice Port. Then there is always Very Vanilla Bars and Mini Cupcakes, decadence at its best and a filling that would put orgasms to shame.  So, what will it be?”

Stacey was envisioning each plate as Barb was mentioning it. She didn’t realize that she was licking her lips every time she mentioned a different one. Kent knew that he needed to order everything and have it delivered to his stateroom. There was no way he was going back without her.

“We will take one of everything…to go” He said huskily looking at Stacey “And, a bottle of your best Port to be delivered to my room.”

Stacey gasped. She was obviously breathing a little heavier. Right now she didn’t care who her audience was she was ready to go back to his room audience be damned. But, she knew she shouldn’t.  She didn’t want him to think that she was that easy. She hadn’t planned it this way. Who was she kidding, yes she did. She was so used to James and how often he wanted sex, (which was next to never in the end.) She was so ready and he knew it.

Kent pushed back his chair and walked around to help Stacey with hers. Kent realized that he was a little anxious to get her back to his stateroom. Upon seeing her flushed face he decided a stop in the Dome Car was a must.  It was later in the evening and there wasn’t anyone in the car.  Kent showed her to a seat and he sat facing her.  He needed to treat Stacey differently.  It felt different, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Stacey sat there looking outside; watching the scenery go by.  The moon was bright and seemed to fill the night sky. But, Stacey wasn’t really paying attention to the scenery she was more aware of this man who sat in front of her. Instead of crossing her ankles she decided to cross her legs. And apparently her dress had ridden up enough to catch Kents’ eye. He could see from the hem of her dress that she was wearing a garter belt. Kent cleared his throat and said,”Miss Lambert were there any questions that you wanted to ask me concerning…” Stacey broke in, “No. There’s nothing…”

“Are you sure?” he said. Stacey turned to look at him. The tension between them was electric. She had never felt this way about anyone. Definitely not with James or any of the other man she had been around, which weren’t many because as soon as she had gotten to her junior year in college James was a permanent fixture. They fell into a routine that was familiar.  He was more of a friend with benefits. This “thing” with Kent was more, more than she could ever imagine.  She was tired of the run around that led to non-committed relationships and was starting to get a headache. She rubbed two fingers across her brow and Kent was getting concerned. So concerned that she wouldn’t make it into his bed and that she really was having a headache. Kent noticing her discomfort moved forward in his chair and picked up her other hand. It startled her, “Stacey I have something for a headache back in my room, we don’t have to have any dessert at all, if you don’t want to.” Kent helped Stacey stand up. and she swayed towards him gasping slightly he wrapped his arm around her waist. His face inches from hers, his breath on her cheek all she had to do was turn her face into his and there lips would meet. She dropped her chin and as instantly his fingers are touching her and moving her lips toward his. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of a kiss.” This was not a question but a demand. A soft, subtle demand. His kiss was light barely touching hers, back and forth, her lips parted and she knew at that moment that she had given him an emphatic yes. His eyes lifted to hers and the desire in that instant was palpable. His fingertips moved from her chin to slide around her neck he brought her head back  and oh my. All Stacey could think about was, well nothing. Her insides were shaking and wetness had pooled between her thighs. There was an ache like no other in the pit of her stomach. The kiss started slow and when he licked her bottom lip her knees almost buckled. It took everything she had to stand upright. His tongue darting in and out took control. Her mind was reeling with want and desire.

“Ahem” Stacey and Kent were brought back to earth by someone clearing their throat. “You won’t mind if we take your seat?” A gentleman with his wife were standing there patiently waiting for Kent and Stacey to move from where they were standing. “I’m sorry, of course.” Kent said. The couple was older, in their late 60’s. He still held her hand and helped her into the chair. He sat next to her still holding her hand. As Kent and Stacey moved to leave the older gentleman said, “You look like a fine couple, you remind me of us when we were young. Take good care of her and she will take care of you. Love her with everything, and never forget how wonderful you feel right now at this moment. Love can be fleeting, but if you nurture it and let it grow, it will encompass everything that you are.” Kent looked at me, and I could see the longing in his eyes, and something else. Something that I have never seen before. He looked away and held out his hand. The older man clasped his said thank you, and smiled.

Walking out of the Dome Car I felt different, but in a good way. The short conversation with the older gentleman was calming and satisfying. We arrived at his door and he pulled out his key card, opening the door. With his hand at my waist allowed me to enter first. I sat down with my hands in my lap, not knowing what to do. The cakes and pastries had arrived along with the Port and before I knew it Kent was opening the bottle and began to pour. My senses were reeling by now and he was sex on a stick. All I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and have my way with him. I couldn’t believe where my thoughts were wandering, I never had these with James. I really needed that Port and right away.

As if on cue Kent passed a glass of Port to Stacey, and she immediately drank it…all. Passing the glass back to Kent he refilled it hesitantly. She looked at him and noticed his raised eyebrow. He was probably thinking she needed it for the headache, but in all honesty she needed it to calm her nerves. 

Reaching for the glass she took another sip, the liquid courage was doing its job. Kent sighed and sat next to her, picking up her free hand with his. “Stacey, it doesn’t have to be like this. I want you to be here because you want to be here.” Kent decided that something needed to change. And that something was about to be found out. Releasing her hand he took the glass putting them both back on the cart. Her hands were shaking, but from what? He thought that they were on an equal playing field. Stacey was nervous but confident earlier now she seemed like a frightened animal. He took both of her hands in his, “It’s not going to happen tonight, we need to talk, clear the air. Why are you so nervous?”

Stacey wasn’t sure she was ready to give that answer, Kent was a great guy, attentive, caring and very sweet. Stacey sighed, and took a deep breath. “I dated someone for a long time, I thought we would marry then I found out he was cheating on me. So, I left and here I am. This vacation was to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.” Then Stacey laughed shaking her head.  “I’ve been doing some research while I…” Stacey opened her eyes and found Kent was looking at her so intensley that her words just drifted away. 

Kent’s full attention was on Stacey, he was always great at reading other people but for some reason his whole body was on full alert. How could this beautiful creature be nervous around him? Well, he did want to take her here and now, but he couldn’t. For now he was mesmerized by her beauty and candor. 

“Stacey, I’m sorry the last guy was such a jerk. 

A Tattered Heart by Amanda Carrington

This piece speaks so strongly to my heart, I wanted to post it with a positive spirit and hopefulness that extends and exudes from those around me.  I have a great group of people who surround me, and love me for who I am. I don’t have to change for anyone. We all have a great friend/friends who are there for us no matter what. I’m going to need these people in the coming months more than I want to admit. Below is my take on this beloved, beautiful heart.
I’ve been thinking about the heart that was posted by @VOElla. Amanda was asking others to post some poetry, art or any likeness they felt this heart meant to them. I was only able to read a few, and they were all extraordinary works. I’m no expert. I know what I like. Don’t we all. That heart reminded me of all the people who have come in & out of my life, and how they have each taken a piece of it with them. And the parts that were patched? Those are where hurt, and pain, and strife are, they have been patched by those who were there for me when I have fallen.We have a plethora of good people who will be there for us when we need them. They all care in their own way. That’s what makes this heart so special. Its patched together by love, honesty, and giving. Nothing can take away from what we have inside. But, we can grown and learn from what’s happened. It takes a special person to love unconditionally. And, I’m hoping that person is you.

A Tattered Heart by Amanda Carrington

French Maid

She’s off to her last appointment. She’s dressed the way he likes; French maid costume, 4″ heels, black lace hose ~ thigh high only ~ and garter belt. Nothing else. She knows he has all the right “equipment” in his home. He’s sent her a dossier of what their “night” should be about. She only brings with her a small courier bag with everything he told her she needs. She smiles to herself as she gets out of her car. Shaking her head.  She doesn’t care what the neighbors think. This is his fantasy and she’s here to fulfill it. She rings the doorbell, but there’s no answer. She expected that too.

It’s all in the details that he had written. She’d memorized every last one of them. Down to his signature. Odd that he had hand written the note. One of several things she had learned about him She opens the door, and remembers her instructions to come straight in and start in the kitchen. “Odd place to start.” She says to herself. She walks to the sink. There are only a few dishes there. She notices he has a dishwasher. “What the hell.” She says and immediately gets to work. She realizes as she turns on the water that someone is behind her.

She starts to turn and he slips his hand from behind to her face., turning her head forward. “No,” he says. “Continue with what you’re doing.” She still thinks it’s odd but continues. He leans her up against him, she can feel him from chest to thigh. She doesn’t know if he’s clothed because she’s closed her eyes. Feeling the charged atmosphere between them, he says, “Open your eyes.” She doesn’t want to, she wants to continue to feel this sensation between them. But, he urges her again.“Open your eyes, or you will feel the consequences,” he states, more forcibly than the last. She gasps, and reluctantly does as she is asked. His hands on her hips move slowly down until he reaches the bottom of her uniform. He slides his hand beneath her skirt, and up her thigh.

Her breathing is starting to quicken. Never has she been so aroused by a stranger. Her hands are still in the water and she would like to take them out and caress him like he is caressing her. She knows that she can’t, she must obey his every command. He’s found her weak spot and nudged his thigh between hers, coaxing her legs farther apart. She lifts her right leg and slides it further to accommodate his now probing hand. She can feel his cock in her back, and she realizes he is much taller than she is but it doesn’t matter,this has turned into something so much more than she thought it would.

His other hand has found it’s way to her breast and has slid inside her blouse. Pinching and pulling at her nipple she cries out in ecstasy. She can’t take it any more and pulls her hands out if the water and puts them behind her reaching for him, turning her head toward his she needs his mouth on hers. She knows it’s taboo but she doesn’t care, rules are made to be broken and she wants to taste this stranger. Whatever the consequences are, she’ll take the risk. Reluctantly, he gives in, knowing that he shouldn’t and she will pay dearly for this later. She’s been worked into a frenzy, first one finger then two. He can feel her body squeezing his fingers she about to explode and so is he.

Much to her reluctance he withdraws his fingers, turns her around and picks her up, forcibly placing her onto the counter, she notices he’s wearing nothing, just the way she likes it. He rips her blouse apart, nipping at her neck, slowly moving down to her breast. Her hands are all over him, kneading his muscles from shoulder to forearm. He stops from going any further, she opens her eyes to look at him, astonished that he’s stopped what he’s doing. He’s looking at her, with longing in his eyes.

She grabs ahold of him and forces him to finish what he’s started. She pulls at his hips his cock ready for her. He plunges deep within her, he wants to be sure that she can accommodate his size, he shivers and continues on teasing and tantalizing her until they become one. She screams in ecstasy and his with his final thrust he comes hard and strong. They are both left panting and with desire in their eyes. He’s not done yet and neither is she, he picks her up, still inside her and carries her to his bedroom…

Ayden & Elizabeth

Ayden & Elizabeth

Their relationship is defined by one moment, a single phrase

A moment in time when there is just the two of them

The realization that love can but, not without the other

A spark ~a glare

A sigh ~a kiss

A whispered breath of what is meant to be

Anticipation, unlike any other

The hunter, the hunted

The Dominant, the Submissive

How quickly Ayden can turn the tables on Beth

Without her knowledge until it’s too late

She’s mesmerized & transfixed

His eyes hold the key that is Ayden Stone…

“You have a fragile beauty Beth,

like a snowflake and I must handle you with care.

Too much heat and you will melt in my hands.”

Ayden’s love for Beth is immeasurable by words alone

His gentleness adoring

His caress is intense

His kiss makes her breathless

Wanting for more

“But then again, I’m not made of Stone.” He smirks

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This week will be my last post for this blog. I am comitted for one last piece, then there will be no more. I am grateful for those who have visited. You have made this a very special blog. I now realize that it can be done, but right now, my heart is not here.

The last post will be on Friday. Don’t forget to check it out!

Love to you all,


The Love That Is Us…










The Love That Is Us…

What Your Soul Wants To Say

Let your words reflect what your heart feels, let your heart feel what your soul wants to say, in stillness.  By Michael.

There is so much that can’t be said

There is a lifetime of tears, of pain and regret

The darkness around my heart is forever changing

It’s color is fading from deep

Darkest black

To the warmer hues of red

The holes that once pierced my heart are starting to fill

The warmth from His blood is returning to mine

It seeks to beat faster

Only to be slowed by heartache and tears

It mends

It twists

It hurts

Only then do I know that I am on my way to healing

He instructs the tests to be shed

The hurt to bear

It makes us stronger more viable beings

It can be the largest struggle

Regret weighs heavy on a mind

Becomes dissected many times over until the truth is barely seen

It is all about the journey

The people

The places

The experiences bring about life

Into the journey


Love knows no boundaries, no streams, no rivers

It appears out of nowhere and takes hold

Love should not be conquered,

but given freely.

You’ve left and there is no promise of return

I hold dear to my heart that which you have given

a token of your love,

It embraces me,

It devours me,

It takes me to places I cannot reach

Your love fills me with bliss

I fear for you, my love,

you have been gone a lone time

I eagerly await your return.

I step outside to where we last had seen each other.

I lift my face to the night sky,

I take a deep breath and I smile.

It feels just like yesterday,

I close my eyes and can feel you touch my face.

But, I know it is just the wind

A light caress, it lifts my hair gently

away from my face.

I exhale very slowly.

I feel my heartbeat quicken,

almost as if I can feel you again close by.

I know you are not with me,

I take another deep breath, but this time

it catches, I can smell your unique smell that only be you.

I open my eyes and I turn smiling,

You smile back, opening your arms as do.

I run to you, only to find


Missing you

Our kiss that night will forever be etched in my memory

You left

Not knowing when you will be back

Our love transcends time

As I await for your return

I am lost without you

Your warmth

Your delightful scent

That only you can have

I miss our holding hands and your touch upon my face

I miss most of all


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