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 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 were my thoughts were wandering, I never had these with James. I really needed that Port and right away.

Holiday Rails Part 3

Part 3
Stacy wasn’t sure if she would meet up with the Kent Webster again, but if she did she wanted to look her best. A black sheath dress that was fitted on her 5’4” slender frame fit her well. Gold earrings falling to her shoulders and a gold necklace that she’s worn since graduation completed her outfit. The necklace she noted fell to the inside of her dress which was fine with her, it had a habit of doing that and it never bothered her, finishing with a pair of red Blahniks completed the outfit.
As she made her way down the hall she could hear sobbing and muffled voices coming from the room where the argument occurred. She’d hoped that they were making up and that all would be well between the two, but who was she kidding?  She wanted to know that man on a more intimate level and this was just not going to work. Even the thought of him made her insides clench.  “Breathe Stacy breathe, everything’s going to be okay.” She muttered to herself.
At last she made it back to the dining car and could see the other ladies waiting for her at their table. As she came forward they all smiled up at her. Denise, Marisa & Leigh Ann were talking about the ball coming up in a week. Stacy remembered she had tickets. Now would be a good time to find out more. She wanted to know what she was getting into, and not sure whether she would be attending. But before she could pull her chair out a hand attached itself to her elbow.
“Miss Lambert, I was hoping that you would dine with me tonight? My companion has taken ill and well, I really don’t like to eat alone.” He says. “I was just getting ready to sit with my friends…” I start to say and Denise interrupts, “Oh no, Stacy, go have dinner with your…new friend. We can talk later if you’re not busy.”
“Ok, I guess you have a companion for dinner Mr. Webster.” “Kent, please.” He states. “Kent. Ladies I will speak to you later.” She says firmly. He leads her away to another table on the other side of the dining car and pulls out her chair for her. “I’m sorry I hope that you’re ok with having dinner with me. The friend that you heard earlier in the hallway is still not feeling well and I really don’t….. like to dine alone.” She finishes for him, as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. He seats himself across the table from me and leans forward in his chair.
“Yes, I heard her crying through the door when I came to dinner.” I say and lean forward in my chair, elbow on table with my chin propped in my hand.  “Was there something that you would like to tell me?  Now would be the perfect time. Otherwise, I leave this table and eat with my friends.” I said smiling.
“Stacy, I…” “Miss Lambert” I say curtly. “I haven’t given you permission to call me by my given name.” Kent never wavering spoke calmly. “Miss Lambert, my companion is an unruly 18 year old who believes she can get one over on me while I’m sleeping. The crying that you heard in her cabin was me telling her she couldn’t leave the train much less her cabin until we get to our destination. At that time, her father has sent another personal body guard to take her back home.” Kent spoke calmly and evenly throughout his explanation and Stacy wondered if he was more pissed at her or the girl crying in the cabin.
I clear my throat and say, “Excuse me.” But, my shoulders start to shake uncontrollably. I couldn’t help it, somewhere deep down the laughter just bubbled out of me. I was laughing at a grown man that couldn’t wrangle in an 18 year old. Shaking my head I say, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you had it so tough.” “Miss Lambert I’m glad you find my dilemma amusing. How would you handle someone like this?”
Since I was still giggling, he was fuming. It was funny. “Well, it sounds like she is always under someone’s thumb. She hasn’t been able to go out and just be herself without someone looking over her shoulder. She needs a companion of some sort, not male of course. But, someone who will take the time to be a “friend” without being a body guard.”
“You’re traveling by yourself. Do you think that’s wise?  You’re a beautiful young woman; surely you’re not thinking that because you’re on a train makes you invincible?”
“No, I do not. I may be traveling alone but I have given out instructions. If I don’t make it to a destination there are plans in place, given to certain people. I also have my will finished and at my lawyers office. I call my parents twice a day, and IM my best friend.  Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“You’re also very confident, do you think you could help me out with my companion. Help her out until we get to the next destination.”
“Kent, you’re asking a lot from someone you don’t know.” She stated. “Miss Lambert, my first impression of you is that you can be trusted.  I will be around in case you can’t handle her. But, from what I see right now. You are my best bet.” He said.  “Do you think we could order dinner now? Our waiter has been patiently waiting.” He waves him over and looks at the menu, orders for the both of them and hands the menu back to their waiter. While he was ordering she took the time to study this fantastic man.  Starting at his broad shoulders her eyes moved across this man and took in every inch of him.  Stirrings in the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable. He was thick and muscular. Not thin like most, her eyes then moved across his chest that just screamed at her to touch him. Her eyes dipped lower and…what was she thinking? She looked into his eyes and they were the color of aged whiskey. His jaw was strong and determined and he had a great smile. A smile that would melt hearts…
“Miss Lambert?” Stacy pulls her eyes away and realizes she has been staring at him. “Um, sorry what were you asking me?” Kent had to stop himself. He was talking to the waiter ordering the wine and found Stacy staring at him. He spoke to the waiter and turned to find Stacy staring at him his lips to be exact. Her mouth was parted sweetly and her face was flushed. She licked her lips and her breathing was erratic. Oh boy, he wasn’t ready for this. Not here, not now. His intention was to get her to help him with his charge. That’s a lie. He had feelings for her and refused to acknowledge them. He needed time to get over Angie. She was still on his mind after all this time. There hadn’t been another in his life since. And he didn’t want to start now.
“I was asking you if you prefer a chardonnay?” he said. “Oh, sure that’s fine.” she hesitated. Catching her breath she looked away, her gaze fell on her table full of companions that had turned all of their chairs so that they could see what was happening. Stacey couldn’t contain her giggles. The looks on their faces were priceless. Looking at her dinner companion she again apologized for her outburst. “It would seem, that we have an audience.” Stacey nodded toward her companions. Kent turned in his chair and stared directly into 5 sets of eyes. They all lifted their hands and did a wave of some sort. Kent turned around and said, “So, how do you know that lovely group over there?”

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

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


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


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