A Break from the Norm

Instead of doing my usual poetry and paragraph, I'm going to do something a little different.  Last week Friday was officially the end of votes for paragraphs to further expand.  Calz voted for one, and I have one that I'm going to expand because I want to see where it can go.


I'll do my paragraph on Wednesday's post.


So... the first one:


My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.  My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took.  With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?"  He just smiled at me.  That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted.  What we'd wanted for quite some time.  He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss.  And as he pulled away, I moaned softly.  Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak.  Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.


He pulled back, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.  I closed me eyes and leaned against the wall, letting it hold me up.  I could feel his eyes running over me and I has to risk a peek.  My breath caught in the back of my throat as he knelt in front of me.  "You've always had such soft skin," he said, the bass ruble raising goosebumps.  His fingers slowly pushed up my shirt and he rested his cheek against my stomach.  The stubble on his chin tickled, as did the fine hairs on his head.  He nuzzled my stomach and I cried out softly as he licked the flesh.  His body was so warm against mine, I felt like I was going to burst into ash on the spot.


As he stood, he raised my shirt over my head.  Thankfully, my arms were still up, so it was easy for him to remove it.  The cooler air made me shiver slightly, but he drew me close again.  Of their own volition, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and he kissed me.  It was soft, and sweet, and hard, and demanding, and I melted into it.  He slid his hand up my arm and, taking my hand, pulled back to lead me toward the bed.  I let him draw me down to the clean cotton sheets.  Normally I was more demanding, but something about him made me pliant and willing.  I did, though, tug gently on his shirt and make a small noise, wanting him to take it off.  When he did, I ran my hands up over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.


Ah ah ah!  I can't go any further.  I have to tease these things!  I'm not even going to do a logical end point on this one.  I'm so terrible, aren't I?


And the second one!


Make sure you never cross a faerie ring.  You can call them cylch y Tylwyth Teg if you want, but that's just a fancy name for trouble.  I stepped off the forest path in search of mushrooms and saw the circle.  Naturally, I was curious and decided to wait until the elf returned.  Several hours later, a sprightly, jolly little fellow came traipsing back, bearing something in a basket.  To this day, I don't know what it was.  But I thought I could catch this bundle of mischief, so I lunged at him.  In the process I stepped into the ring.  The magic set my skin tingling, raising goose flesh along every bit of exposed skin.  Not knowing what happened, I tried to step back out and found myself blocked, unable to pass.  There was no physical barrier, mind you, but nonetheless I could not step past.  I heard a noise behind me and, on the verge of panic, I spun around to see what it could be.


Behind me stood the elf.  How I knew it was the same one, I can not say, for his countenance was much changed.  No longer did he look like the sprightly, jolly fae I had seen.  He was neither ugly nor scary, but he radiated a power and threat that had not been there, as well as a sort of ethereal beauty that should never have been.  I fear I cannot describe him to you, though I saw his face clearly.  Whether it is some trick or enchantment, or merely a failing of my memory, I wish I knew.  But I do remember what he said to me.  "Time passes differently here, mortal, in the land of the fae.  A year and a day you will spend here, not a moment less."  His smile was malicious as he brushed past me, vanishing into thin air.


Then it struck me, what he'd said.  A year and and a day I was stuck in here.  The faerie circle, the land of the fae, had become my prison.  It was, I'm sure, a delicious reversal of position.  I thought I heard an echo of my friends calling for me, so I turned around.  There stood my friend, oblivious of the faerie ring.  I rushed to the barrier, beating my hands against it, calling out to him.  To my great despair, he gave no sign he heard me.  I sat down in the grass and rested my head in my hands.  A few minutes later, I heard more voices.  More friends had come to look for me, my wife and my children were there, too.  I don't know I know, but something told me they weren't anywhere near the ring in the grass.  I just knew they were there, in the forested distance, their voices carrying softly through the trees.