Ballroom short story.

Standing in the main ballroom, he watched her move.
She was graceful and elegant in every way imaginable. She placed her beautiful delicate hand into that savages as they began to twirl around the room; his heart ached to be with her. He stepped closer to the dance floor to get a better look at the couple. Having no clue he was watching her, let alone that he even existed, he dreamt of a day when they could finally be together.

If only there was a way to get her attention or at least just to speak with her. What would he even say to her? Would he even have the courage to confront her?
No, especially not with Elden so close to her all the time. He was like a wall of flesh that protected her every move. It practically made him sick to watch them stare at each other on the dance floor.

The couple’s parents stood off to the side and nodded in approval of their courting. He knew Elden wasn’t right for her, he knew it down to his bones and yet there were their parents smiling.

His stomach lurched, his throat tightened, he was going to be sick.

He prayed on the way to the bathroom that he would make it before he made a fool out of himself. This was not going to end well if he vomited in front of the entire ball. He grabbed onto the massive bronze door handle and tore the door open. He ran through the huge open space and finally turned into the last stall. Slamming the small metal door closed and flipped the lock to occupied, he lurched.

“Please God don’t let anyone come in and see me like this.” he begged quietly to himself. As his food came up along with the four of five drinks he had, he was utterly humiliated. He couldn’t feel any lower right about now and the moment that thought passed through his head he heard the heavy solid door push open. “Perfect” he growled.

“Elden, you see the way those chicks are checking you out? If you weren’t stuck with Leigha all the time maybe you could get some play. Do you two even do anything? Or are you being a respectful little boy and behaving yourself?” The kid looking up to Elden had wicked shit stirrer written all over his preppy little face.

“Great!” Tomaz whispered to himself. Not only did he smell like vomit but now he was a peeping Tom in the boy’s room. He had to hold back the snicker of irony with the name comparison. Technically he was peeping and well, his name was Tom.
If Elden found Tomaz in the bathroom like this it wouldn’t just ruin his life; It would ruin his whole summer. He would be remembered for this moment and this moment only.

The smaller man that walked in with Elden left the bathroom after fixing his shirt into his pants. Maybe he was just readjusting himself for his date, Tomaz thought. It was now just Elden and Tomaz in the big prison. Tomaz couldn’t breathe, he felt like he would be trapped in the tiny steel stall forever.


The door opened again and this time instead of hearing the door swing wide it was closed quietly. The shuffle of heavy shoes was replaced by tiny tip toe tapping noise.
A lady? In the men’s bathroom? No, couldn’t be.

As the girl walked up to Elden, Tomaz strained to watch from the crack in the door. She was not stopping when she got within reaching distance, instead walked into him and clasped her mouth against his. He fought not to let a scream out when he saw him attached to her. How could he do that to Leigha? His sweet, beautiful, adorable Leigha. No, this was not going to happen this way. He would not allow any man to make a fool out of the most perfect girl.

They fooled around for what felt like a lifetime before she finally broke away and giggled. The thought of calling her a whore entered his mind once or… well actually it never exactly left his mind. She was Leigha’s friend; she was supposed to look out for her, she was supposed to protect her from guys like him. How could she do that? Anger filled through Tomaz like fire in a newspaper factory. He would not let this go.

Payton left adjusting her skirt and fixing the bustier Elden had so disrespectfully messed up on her. When Tomaz heard the door close he was on his feet and ready to fight. This man would not get away with this.

Elden had his back to him, bending over to wash his hands when Tomaz came out with a plan already established. He was on Elden’s back with an arm wrapped around his throat before he could even fathom what Tomaz was doing. Where did this come from?. He never showed any signs of dominance like this. Tomaz never even killed a bug.

Elden swung back and forth trying to throw Tomaz off of his back but he just held on tighter. Leigha’s name drummed over and over again in his head. This was for her, this was for his love.

As the fight continued Elden grew weak and couldn’t hold both of them up anymore. His knees buckled and he went down, hard. His entire body slammed into the tile floor and it was lights out for poor dear Elden.

Not only did he not think past the choking but he had no idea what to tell Leigha. “One night. You have one night left before she goes back to school. One night to make everything right. You can do this.” His thoughts took on a life of their own and told him what to do. Without thinking for himself he picked up Elden’s cape and black matte mask that was draped over the sink. “You know it will work. Just do it.” Again the voices played inside his head like kids loose in the school yard. Once they started they just didn’t shut up. “Fine” he yelled to himself.

Tomaz picked up the top hat and cane that completed the outfit Elden had worn to the ball. Good thing it was a masquerade ball or it would never work.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, losing his high from the fight he started to feel the nervousness pushing at the back of his head. “Come on Tomaz you want her, we all do. Just try. She won’t turn you down.”

Tomaz walked right up to Leigha, grabbed her by the hand and spun her around. Without saying a word he tugged her towards the exit. As he wrapped his cape over her shoulder he nodded to the parents still smiling at the adorable couple. “Yeah right sucka’s” the voices said to Elden’s parents.

“Elden where are you taking me? You promised we could stay until the very end.” Tomaz didn’t answer he just kept walking to the wide open brass doors. “Elden at least tell me where we’re going. I need to tell my parents.” She attempted the talking a few more times but Tomaz had nothing but focus at the task hand.

Once outside Tomaz tugged towards the trees and Leigha followed. Once they were surrounded by the forest he spun her again, this time so her back pushed against a giant oak tree. She slammed into the tree; her breath came out hard and ragged. “Elden what has gotten into you? You need to tell me what’s happening.”

That name! It was driving him crazy. He needed her to stop saying that name. Like five minutes ago. He was losing his mind and his nerve every time that curse slipped out of her perfect mouth. Tomaz kissed her. He pushed into her face giving her a deep mind blowing kiss that he waited 19 whole years to do. The need rose up from deep in his belly and he knew this was right. She was his and no one else’s. It was meant to be. He slid his hand behind her head to stop from smashing her into the rough bark.

Leigha tried to push him back but was only enough to gasp for air before he pursued her again. His hand went to her ribs while his other hand played in her long blonde curls. Leigha tried pushing away again using her arms to push into his stomach.

“No” that’s all Tomaz said, that one word made her drop her hands and fall into him. She collapsed on top of him and continued the make out session. No matter how many times their tongues tangled or lips were bit he needed more. It wasn’t enough. He needed every part of her to be touched by his hands. He needed to know what she smelled and taste like from every inch of her skin. He bunched up the ball gown on the sides so the only thing separating them was her thin lace panties and his tuxedo pants. “More” the voices cried. This time Tomaz agreed.

He rolled her over onto her back while sliding the cape underneath her. Once on top he stopped and looked at the view. Who needed the Grand Canyon when the vision his eyes begged for were right under him. He covered his mouth over hers and went back to touching her. His hand went under the skirt and glided over the smooth milky white thighs until he was lost in the sensation. She felt incredible. So smooth, he traced his big fingers around the lace panties letting just the tips dip in every now and then. Leigha’s moans increased and her hips grew a mind of their own. His hand could stay still and she would probably do all the work. As her hips rocked against his rough hands, he realized if Elden ever touched her like this she would know he wasn’t a banker but a man that used his hands for a living. Fear flared through him and almost stopped him in his tracks until Leigha grabbed into his hair and pulled him closer. “No” she cried, begging him to continue, her hips never losing momentum. He lifted the gown higher until the edge of it became a blindfold over Leigha’s beautiful face. He couldn’t taste her with the mask on and didn’t know how she would react to seeing him be the one on top of her. She let him cover her while shifting his hips down her body.

Tomaz licked at her inner thigh. One quick lick to see what her skin tasted like. “Oh my God!” Heaven! She tastes like pure heaven. He put one hand on each thigh and spread them wide. Her stiletto’s dug into the dirt giving her a nice hold so he didn’t have to hold her spread anymore. His face rubbed against her warm legs while licking his way back down. One hand went a bit higher to hook onto her lace panties. “Off! Take them off of her.” The voices commanded. He ripped them down in one rush and the smell that hit him made him lose his mind. She wanted him. She was ready for him. His hands went back up the inside of her legs and found the wet inner thighs almost as intoxicating as her smell.

His face moved with his hands back up her legs until the scent of her was reaching into his own nose and pulling him closer. He buried his face into her delicate folds careful not to go to fast. He licked every fold so every minuscule detail was etched into his brain. Leigha’s hand tangled into his long hair, pulling him into her deeper.
His tongue dove into her creamy wet center over and over until every last muscle inside of her grabbed hold of his tongue. Her thighs threatened to close on his head, her body shook with tension, her nails dug into his scalp. The breathing coming from under the gown deepened into a moan and she released into his mouth. Each mini orgasm after had her clamping down harder on his thick pink tongue. The fluids that ran into his mouth drew out moans of his own. “Heaven” the voices sighed. “Heaven” Tomaz agreed.
He cleaned her by continuing to lick at her folds only to have her release over and over. How could he stop when she was thoroughly enjoying this?

He finished cleaning her and pulled the dress down forgetting about the mask. He bent his head down before she could see….

“I knew it was you Tomaz.” Huh? She knew his name? How?
“uhh…” Tomaz was lost in what to say so he just stared.
“I knew from the minute you said no.” Leigha pulled Tomaz up to her for another kiss. Shocked and just plain nervous he followed. She broke from the kiss and moved to his ear.
“I waited forever for this moment.”

Play time.

Why is it that as soon as I get comfortable in bed I want to play? As the thought enters my one tracked mind I can’t seem to get anything else to function. I continue to argue with myself that it’s late and I really should just forget about what lies within my “naughty nightstand.” I close my eyes trying to think of something, anything but all the shows is a man reaching his hands down my pants and gliding into my warm wetness.

“Ughh I am never going to be able to sleep.” Yes grumbling to myself does work sometimes, I swear.
Moving to lay on my other side made the heavy comforter brush across my naked thighs. “mmm” Oh how I wished that was a man’s hand rubbing me. My head pushed into the pillow trying to clear the thoughts again.
My nipples stretched the thin material tank top trying to join in on the fun. They were aching to be played with.
Has it been that long for me? I tried to think of my last orgasm with or without someone. I guess if I had to think about it, it was longer than I could handle.

I was suddenly hot. I had to kick the covers off of me. My shorts felt heavy and my shirt felt wet. What was going on with me?
My hand went to my stomach and slid under the little tank. Slowly I lifted my shirt using just a hint of nails to scratch along my stomach. The feeling of hands on me made my thighs quiver. I brought my knees up towards my chest so I could rub them with my other hand.

I grabbed at the meat on my inner thigh trying to fight away these inappropriate thoughts. Don’t I have any control?

“NO.” I said to myself while a sneaky little grin appeared. Why should I feel ashamed of wanting that sweet release? I wanted the end result and didn’t care if I had to do it alone with nothing but my imagination to guide me.

I was not going to sleep until I was satisfied.
I looked at the alarm clock that shined on the ceiling to see if it was too late for a booty call. I didn’t want to seem desperate. 1:30am is way too late to call someone and not make it obvious.
Looks like it’s just me tonight, well me and whichever lucky toy I was going to pull out. I opened the first drawer to my nightstand. That was the beginner stuff, nothing too freaky, just your average vibrators and dildo’s. Nah, I wanted something more tonight. I opened the second drawer knowing exactly what toy I was looking for. I would need the shower for this one.

I pulled out two toys; one tiny little vibrator that could be hidden in my hand and another one that was long and thick.

Walking with my two friends into the bathroom I took a long look in the full size mirror. I turned sideways checking out my body as if it was a rental. Hmm it looked ok to me.
As my eyes went up higher on my body I caught myself holding the toys. How funny I must look right now, checking myself out like this. I put the toys on the sink and slid my short shorts off. I pulled the tank off exposing my hard pink nipples. They deserved some play before I got down to business.

I stood facing the mirror licking and sucking my pointer finger. Slowly taking my finger out, I slid it down my naked body. I circled the nipple several times before squeezing it between my pointer and thumb finger. I let out another small moan and could feel the inside of my thighs start to get wet. I wasn’t going to last five minutes.

I turned on the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature. Put my hair up in a sloppy bun and grabbed my two friends. The small toy sat perfectly on the ledge where the soap usually goes and the other was actually built for the shower. It has a suction cup at the end of it and stuck to the wall.

It was a thick flesh colored cock that fit my body quite nicely. I stepped into the shower and let the water cascade off my body. The heat of the water warmed the outside of my body to the same temperature as my insides. I closed my eyes and reached for the small toy.

My smile crept up my face as I turned around. I clicked on the little vibrator and pushed it against my small tight clit. I wasn’t fully aroused yet so the blood didn’t rush into that sacred little nub.

I leaned my body forward and pushed the vibrator into my clit harder. I backed my body into the toy stuck to the wall.

My tight hole fought against the foreign object, protesting it wasn’t supposed to be there. I pushed harder with both toys letting the larger one enter me completely.

This is just what I needed. I pumped my body back and forth against the cock on the wall. My ass slapped against the tile as I took the toy as deep as it could go. I moved the smaller toy in small circles letting all that pressure build up between my legs. My right hand smacked against the cold tile to steady my body. My legs spread just a little wider accepting more of the toy to enter me.

I closed my eyes and imagined my dream guy grabbing my hips and doing the pumping himself. His big strong hands wrapping around my sides and sticking his thumbs into the small dimples in my back. I thought about him calling me a bad girl and saying how naughty I was for bending over for him. My legs were trembling under me threatening to give at any moment. I fought the urge to stop and pumped a bit harder. Every muscle in my body tightened and stopped for a split second that felt like it lasted for eternity. Every color I have ever seen showed up behind my eyelids as my body exploded with such pleasure. I continued pumping and another one came up behind it. The thick fluid dripped down my leg before the water could wash it away.

I stepped out of the water putting my fingers in between my lips and brought some of that thick wetness to my mouth. I put my two fingers into my mouth and sucked my sweet juices off it… “MMM what a good idea.”

Code Blue

Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... “Doctor, he’s crashing!” the nurse screamed as she rolled the Defibrillator machine closer to the patient. “We’re losing him!” another nurse said. The nurse put the cold gel on the paddles and rubbed them together. This man was falling apart in front of the team’s eyes and they couldn’t stop it. Beeeeeeeeeeeeepppppp…….

His eyes fluttered open and closed, trying to get used to the bright hospital lights above. When his eyes finally were able to adjust to the light, he tried lifting his head. “No, Mr. Demarco, please don’t try to move. You have been strapped down by the guards at the door. Do you remember what happened to you? Do you know why you are in St. Michael’s hospital?”

The man watched her lips move but couldn’t figure out what this woman was trying to tell him. “What happened? I remember walking to the workout room and then the flashing lights and the sirens.” He put his head down trying to remember anything else from the blotchy story. After a few moments he lifted his head and looked into the nurse’s eyes. “That’s it.”

“Sir, you almost didn’t make it there for a minute. Dr. Willis was able to stabilize you, but you’ve been hurt pretty bad. Why don’t you rest? I’ll come back later and we’ll talk again.” The man tried his best to give her a nod and drifted back to sleep.

The nurse stayed a bit longer to watch the man’s chest rise and fall with every strained breath he took. She watched his peaceful face fall back into that medicine-induced sleep. Staring at the man in the bed something tightened low in her stomach. That feeling was something she should not feel for a patient. He was gorgeous though. The badness seeping out of skin made him have his own undeniable scent. The way his short hair was messy was even sexy to her. She fixed her garters that now felt so tight under her white pencil skirt. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Breathe that’s what she was forgetting to do. She concentrated on her breathing and headed for the door to leave the man to his dreams.

A few hours later, the nurse returned to room 8B. Mr. Demarco was awake, fumbling with his pudding cup. “Mr. Demarco, you have to have someone feed you. Your arms are strapped - they can’t reach your mouth. Here, let me help you.” Nurse Stacy moved the big table that was rolled close to his bed and took the pudding cup from his hand. She smoothed the back of her skirt and slid on to the edge of his bed. She carefully pulled back the foil from the cup trying not to get any of the chocolate on her uniform.

Mr. Demarco watched her small, delicate hands working the pudding cup. His mouth hung open while he stared at this petite, beautiful woman. His lips suddenly felt dry and ached to be licked. His tongue pushed through his parched lips and licked the lack of moisture away. Nurse Stacy caught this seductive show from the corner of her eye and was now having trouble remembering what she was supposed to be doing with the pudding cup.

“You know, Tony, I will have a nurse come in here and help you with this. I… have to do my rounds… I’ll come back in a few to check on you again.” She was tripping over her words worse than she was stumbling for the door. Tony watched the nurse leave the room as if a bad odor was lingering too close to her nose. As he stared at the woman stuttering he reminded himself where he came from.

He had flashbacks of being in the prison and getting stabbed in the chest by a fellow inmate. His chest ached with the memory and he pushed the button for more morphine.

Nurse Stacy went to the locker room where she could be alone. She had to clear her mind of these inappropriate contemplations. She closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts. “Please let this pass. It’s my first year; I can’t be falling for patients, especially not convicts.” She stood, pushed her skirt down so no creases would set in her uniform and left the room. She felt better about the situation and wanted to prove to herself that a childish crush wasn’t going to ruin her career. She graduated top of her class, busted her ass getting to where she was today and no way was this going to happen.

She handled 8 patients in her unit. She stayed clear of Tony’s room at all costs. She knew she would have to go in for meds, but other than that she let the aide go in. The night flew by while she kept herself busy in paperwork and helping her other patients. Beep ...Beep ... Beep... “Nurse, your patient in 8B! His machines are showing up as a code blue. Would you like me to page the surgeon?” She was running towards his room before she could even answer the NA. As the door swung open to room 8 she couldn’t help notice all the lights were out. It was completely black except for the red flashing emergency lights.

The light rolled around the room, making the red dance on the walls. She pushed through the door and noticed that the guards had not been seated outside as they had been all day. She figured the guards must have run into the room when the patient’s machines started screaming. Light eased into the room behind her, it almost took form as it grabbed at the curtains by the window. As she Pulled the tracked privacy wall all the way around she was shocked to find the bed was empty and could now confirm the guards were no where to be found.

The straps hung loosely over the bars on the sides of the bed. Stacy went to the machine that was screaming about being pulled off the body it was protecting. His bed alarms were also beeping from the weight being lifted off of it. She was starting to panic. Where could he be? Someone with his type of injuries couldn’t just get up and run away with no one seeing him! She went to the window thinking maybe he jumped. She leaned over the radiator and looked at the floor below. Nothing was down there besides the employees cars parked in the lot. She leaned her forehead against the cold window. Her breath fogged up the glass, making a cloud around her face. She felt so hot; she needed to get out of that room. She started to push back away from the window when a forearm went into her back, forcing her face to press against the window again. “Mr.DeMarco, what are you doing? The guards will be back here any minute. You need to get back in bed before you open your stitches. Let me help you.” He pushed into her harder; her lips were now parted against the window, making every breath she took visible on the glass.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you to care what happens to me. Little do you know, I already took care of the guards. It’s just me and you, darlin’.” He pulled up her skirt, using his other big, masculine hand. His fingers played with her garters, snapping at the thin lace straps. He pushed his face against hers and took in such a massive breath, taking her scent deep into his lungs. The adrenaline rushed through her veins. She concentrated on his large, rough hand rubbing her soft, toned thighs.

He whipped her body around and pushed her back against the radiator. Her skirt was pushed up so far now that her white lace panties were showing. The only thing that came to her mind was thanking God she was wearing little boy shorts instead of the thong she usually wore.

Stacy grabbed onto his arm and pushed the very tips of her nails into his muscled forearm. He leaned down towards her face and smiled. “Darlin’, I’m not gonna’ hurt you. Do you believe me?” Nurse Stacy took a few seconds to think about that. She wasn’t scared of him and the fact that her panties were exposed sent tingles through her body.

“Yes, I believe you.” Tony leaned in just a little closer, his lips almost touching hers. He pushed his thigh between her quivering legs. “Do you want me stop?” His breath smelled of something sweet and masculine rolled into one. His lips gently brushed against hers. “No, please don’t.”

She pressed her lips against his, and the force pushed him back enough for her to stand. It wasn’t like Stacy to sleep with a stranger. It wasn’t like her to sleep with anyone that she wasn’t dating. He turned her again and kissed her as he walked her over to the bed. He grabbed her by her hair and bent her over the bed. Her body arched for him as her small ass fit perfectly in his waiting crotch. His cock grew with the anticipation of entering her. Tony slid out of his hospital gown, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. Tony guided her by the hair onto the bed. Stacy closed her eyes, letting him take full control of her.

She did trust him for some reason. She wanted him almost as badly as he wanted her. His other hand rubbed over her body and he let go of her hair. Stacy was lost under his fingers. She wasn’t paying attention to what the other hand was doing. Her moans drowned out the other noises in the hospital room. She couldn’t hear the beeping anymore or the noise of the machines behind them. He pressed down on the back of her neck, pushing her face into the pillow below. She opened her eyes to make sure she wouldn’t smash into the bed when she realized her hands were now in the straps. Her tiny wrists pulled against the straps and panic showed on her face. “You said you trusted me darling - didn’t you?” He kissed her back using his tongue at the end to seal the deal. He pulled up on her hips, putting her at the perfect angle to do with her as he pleased. Stacy’s head turned with her long hair falling in front of her face. He pulled down her lace panties and made them into a band around her knees. From the way he pushed them she couldn’t separate her legs anymore, the lace bound her that way. She watched him stick one big finger into his mouth. He sucked on it getting it nice and wet before he slowly pulled it out. Her mouth dropped open with the sight of him doing that. “Just relax, darlin’, and tell me if you want me to stop.” As he finished the last of the sentence, he glided his wet finger into her small, private hole. It was uncomfortable for her at first, but the way his finger slowly went in and out still somehow made her wet.

He bent over her and bit into her uniform. He just grazed the skin but it sent warm chills through her entire body. Grabbing her hips he pushed his groin into her. The feeling of his hot flesh against her sensitive area tore low deep moans from Stacy’s mouth. Tony grabbed his hard member and rubbed it up and down on her soft clit. He rubbed until he could feel it grow with pleasure. She turned to him again, now looking at the man behind her. His chest was rock hard and covered with tattoos. They went up his chest, around his shoulders and down his arms. His stomach had ripples of muscles protruding from his tight, tanned skin.

Stacy pulled on the straps again, making sure there was no way out. He continued rubbing his hard cock on her until they were both wet with her fluids. Tony forced himself inside her hot, tight sex. Stacy’s face went hard into the pillow muffling the screams coming from her mouth. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t stop!” she said into the plastic hospital pillow. He pulled almost fully out before slamming back inside of her. Each blow sent Stacy into another convulsion. She could feel her body start building with that pressure she knew would soon be released. Tony put his pointer and thumb finger around his shaft, lubricating the new flesh that was now present. He put his thumb on one soft, white cheek and inserted his pointer back into that private hole. The feeling of both holes filled bowed Stacy’s head back. She’d never had sex this way and, though she had protested with previous boyfriends, she couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought her. Her hole squeezed around his finger, holding onto him, begging him not to stop just yet. The red light from the alarms still glowed in the room.

He stared at the view from below and grew even more firm. The feeling of pleasure and pain mixed was too new for her to really decide if she liked it. Her body was saying “oh, yes” but her brain was saying “this is wrong!” Her lower stomach tightened, sending the spasms through to her thighs. Her pussy now held on almost as tight as the other hole did. He began to pump her harder, slamming his flesh into her over and over again. He grabbed her hip with his other hand and squeezed the meat that gives a woman those irresistible curves. Stacy exploded with ecstasy from an orgasm like she had never had with another man. Both holes continuously squeezed onto Tony, telling him she was finished. Her juices dripped around his shaft and onto her pure white stockings. That was about the only thing left in the room that was pure. Tony slowed down and pulled out.

He took his member into his big hands and rubbed himself in front of her hole. He kept rubbing, making his own groans and moans while the tip of him wept from her beauty. Biting onto his lower lip, he stroked his member harder. He let out one long breath and she felt the hot liquid squirt onto her tight ass and drip down the back of her leg. He leaned over her body folding around her and hugged her tight to his body.

Tony went to the straps that held her and unbuckled her. She collapsed on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Tony lay down next to her and they both laughed. “Darlin’, I don’t think it’s allowed to smoke in here, right?” Stacy just sighed and sat up. “I’m sorry Mr. DeMarco… er Tony, but I have to go. This was… nice.” Her face turned a pretty shade of red and she scooted towards the foot of the bed. “I’ll be back in to change your sheets. Please get back into bed.” She fixed her hair in the mirror, adjusted her uniform and turned for the door. Stacy was looking down at her uniform when the two guards opened the door. Shocked to see them, she whipped around to see Tony’s face. He laughed a scary, seductive laugh “Oh c’mon - you didn’t think I did something to them did you?” She left the room with a little smirk on her cherry-colored face. “Never again!”

Update to my writing...

So, I have been a little busy trying to catch up with reading all these yummy books that have been suggested that I haven't had time to get any writing done.
Well, needless to say, I am working on a new story with a hottie with quite an imagination on him. I can't wait to see what we can come up with together. Nothing like a man that knows about magic and a girl who can't keep her hands off him.. hehe.

Keep ya updated on this one.. I'm sure it will be a jaw-dropper..

~Amanda~
xoxo

Getting back in the swing.

So back to writing for me. I took a break from the book for a bit to catch up on some reading. Now that I have things are back on track and the ideas in my head are begging to be let out. A few nights ago I had some of my main characters crashing into each other fighting about who would end up where in the end. When I woke up I knew this story had to be finished. So I got out my handy dandy notebook and wrote down some notes. Those notes turned into new chapters that I did not think the story would need but now can't let it go. Hope to be finished with the first draft soon and can't wait to see it all printed out. Of course it's only the first draft and most will probably be tossed before I'm happy with it but hey, I gotta try right?

Keep you posted...

Ultamatums...

Give me a choice and I'll choose wrong. Show me the choice you want me to pick and maybe then this can all be over. Why does everything have to be so complicated when the answer is right in front of your face. Does it ever occur to you that maybe there is no right answer to this earth shattering question? Maybe no one wants to move on so the question just lingers like the smell of garlic on a cutting board. I'm so tired of the fight.
The storm seems to be coming and I can't find shelter. The clouds are rolling in, the lightening crashing but I'm stuck in a field with no where to go. It wasn't supposed to rain and now it's pouring. The animals know to get out of the way so why can't I? Why is it everyone knows the right move and yet I'm lost?
Could love be that blinding that I could not see it falling apart? Did it start to unravel and I ignored it? What to do now? Do I run like my heart tells me to? Or do I stay and put up a fight I know I can't win? It is just raining and I feel as if I can't breathe. Did it really rain that much? The water surrounds me and I forgot how to swim. My feet kick but not enough. The water climbs up my body trying to swallow me down. My chest aches for a breath but there's no hope. The liquid around me is too thick.
The animals in the trees watch as the poor human drowns below. What can save her now they say. Why doesn't she just swim?
My hands are heavy and my legs tire. It's so close to the end I can feel it. I don't want it to end but I can't fight it anymore. What's this you say only a word? You need one word from me and the water will disappear? It all sounds so simple. Why can I not just speak the silly word. Why is it so difficult for me to let go of the word. Set it free from my tortured lips. Is it pride or stupidity? Can I not tell the difference?
The water covers my lips and I know the word will be useless now. Did I really do this to myself? How can I speak without my mouth? The clouds grow darker and I know it's not from the weather. It is my heart breaking right in front of me and I can not stop it. The water presses harder against my body, pulling me down until I no longer see the light.
It's too cold down here. Just me and my word. This word will haunt me for the rest of my time. It is too late and my chance has come and gone. I wasted my last moments with him on technicalities and pride. Why? Did it help me in the end? No it made it worse. It made the drowning so much harder to deal with it. I will stay here with my word for no one to ever hear by myself and wonder why I didn't speak up.
The ground absorbs the water and I am left gasping for air. Is this my chance? Can I say it now? Will anyone care about this word I hold? Does it still have the power it used to contain? No. No one cares.

First Blog.

Ok, so I really thought I knew about computers until I wanted to build a webpage and start blogging. Jeez! I think I'm finally getting it though and my webpage has officially been published! Wahoo for that.
I plan on getting some writing done this weekend and maybe finish the book I have been reading since last week. Oh if only I had more time.


I guess all I have left is TGIF!

xox AR