They dominate the darkness.
They haunt the landscape of our nightmares, leaving us with a sense of fear and fascination.
They are the legendary supernatural beings that dwell in the shadowy realm of our imaginations.
They are vampires.
Sworn to evil, they are the blood drinkers that send chills down our spine at the mere thought that we may be their next meal.
Forget Dracula, Edward, Angel, Spike and yes, even Louis and Lestat. The older tales are much darker, filled with more fear than one could ever imagine. They are not some fairytale creature that you tell stories about to rock your children to sleep at night.
No. These fables are reasons for madness and insanity. They are the reasons for sickness of the mind, for riots and plagues.
Vampires walk this Earth and you would not even know. Not until it was too late.
Their fangs glisten with blood as they drain you, leaving you for dead in a darkened alley way. And just as they appeared, they are gone, leaving you behind, writhing in pain, begging for the icy cold hand of death to reach out and grasp you.
As your body takes its last few breaths, you see the one who took your life. He stands, watching you, with eyes red as fire. There is no warmth to him. He is simply death. And now, your time is up.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
The Game - Part Four
“Rhiannon!
Could you come here please?”
Rhiannon pushed open the study door to see her lover sitting behind the desk, a stern look on his face. She looked him up and down. Damn it. Why did all men look good in suits?
“Yes, sir,” she asked, her voice soft and meek.
Sir? He liked the sound of that. “I need you to stay back tonight. We've got that merger tomorrow and my notes are not ready.”
Rhiannon bit her lip. Stay late to help the boss would give her brownie points and a possible move up the corporate ladder. On the other hand, alone with the boss, late at night...it was a dangerous precedent.
“I can stay,” she said softly, staring at the carpet.
His head snapped up. “Good. Meet me back here at six sharp. I have a meeting just before that, so let yourself in.”
She nodded and licked her lips before retreating out of his office.
She took a seat on the couch, eyeing the door. He pulled it open and grinned at her. “How was that for acting?” he asked, taking a seat next to her. She giggled nervously, pulling on her pencil skirt.
While she had acting experience, rolling playing for sexual pleasures was something new to Rhiannon. He sat next to her, stretching his legs out, his arm sliding around her shoulders. As it were, he was playing her uptight boss that was in serious need of getting laid and she was his lowly receptionist, dressed to the nines in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and sexy peep toe heels that showed off her perfectly polished toes.
But that wasn't what had her palms sweating.
Last night they had talked extensively about what they wanted to do. Their sexual fantasies came to light and she learned that he wanted to try anal sex. She'd be lying if she said it hadn't crossed her mind at some point, but there was a reason why she hadn't tried it. She was scared. She was terrified. She was wishing she was somewhere else.
He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He knew she was nervous. She barely said a sentence to him all day, the confidence that she possessed, was gone, and he discovered that if they were to play a game of hide and seek, he would lose on account of when she wanted to avoid him, she was damn good at it.
“We don't have to,” he said, dusting kisses along her jaw line. “We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Sweetheart, I love you. I don't want to hurt you.” His tongue dipped into her ear, his hands caressing her arms.
She knew he did and she knew that he meant what he said. She licked her lips. “But this is something you want,” she answered, softly. “And I don't know if it's because I'm a Pisces, but I have this uncontrollable need to please people.”
He felt small tremors in her body as he held her tight. He tried a different approach. “You can say no at any time,” he told her, searching her eyes for any reaction. “If you hate it, or it's too painful, then say no and I'll stop.”
“Promise?” she questioned, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, moving a strand of hair out of her face. She wore simple reading glasses, fake of course but damn, she looked sexy with them on. He kissed lightly, his tongue slipping between her teeth, massaging her own.
His hand crept up, fondling her breast through her blouse. Rhiannon sighed contently, her nipples straining against her bra, rubbing against the white lace.
He nipped at her neck, biting her skin gently. His hands roamed over her body, resting on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin as he slid his hand upwards.
Suddenly, he pulled back. Rhiannon whimpered. He kissed her playfully. “Patience, pretty one,” he said. “Come and see me at six.” With that, he got off the couch and walked away leaving Rhiannon feeling confused and fucking horny.
She paced the apartment, wondering what she was going to do with herself until six o'clock. It was only thirty minutes away, but still, she needed to occupy her mind. She walked into his bedroom, to her suitcase, and found her book. She walked back out, sat on the couch and began scaring herself stupid with the latest Stephen King novel.
When she looked up, it was five past six. “Shit!” she exclaimed, closing her book, scrambling to her feet. She smoothed out her skirt, shook her hair back and made her way over to his office. The door was shut so she knocked timidly. There was no answer.
Sucking in a deep breath, Rhiannon pushed the door open. The office was dark, the curtains drawn. She made her way around the other side of his desk and turned on the lamp. There was a stack of papers sitting centre on his desk with a post-it atop it with the words 'Read Me' written in his usual flourish.
Rhiannon sat down in his desk chair. Crossing her legs and leaning back a little, she picked up the papers and began to read them, a smile crossing her face. Words like 'I love you' or 'You're beautiful' stared back at her. She got to the last page when he appeared at the door.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a bemused smile on his face as he lent against the door frame, legs crossed at the ankles. Rhiannon shrieked, papers flying out of her hand. He had startled her.
“Oh.” She climbed out of his chair, dropping to her knees, scrambling to pick up the papers. She felt her cheeks burn as he moved closer to her, taking a seat in his chair.
He smiled. It was cute when she was flustered. He watched her, her behind wiggling a little as she reached for the final paper. That skirt hugged her curves perfectly, pulling tight across her ass. He licked his lips, his erection straining against his pants. When she turned around, she was eye level with his groin. Her eyes lingered over his sudden, and obvious, bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, shaking her head slightly as she attempted to get to her feet. His hand landed on her shoulder, preventing her from standing.
Eyes wide, she stared up at him. His eyes darkened with desire. He didn't have to say anything. She knew what he wanted.
With trembling hands, Rhiannon reached for his pants, undoing the belt, fumbling with his zip. She released him to the cool air. His eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around his cock, his hand finding its way into her hair.
Her hand stroked him up and down while her warm mouth engulfed his manhood, her tongue working overtime, circling his head before performing long licks up the underside of his shaft.
He let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping her hair tightly. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She took this as good signs before taking his entire length into her mouth, gazing her teeth lightly over his shaft.
The grip on her hair tightened as he swore. She continued her actions, determined to get him to come. Her free hand fondled his balls, cupping them, squeezing them gently.
He couldn't take much more of this. Her tongue worked him over expertly. Her low moans caused vibrations that he felt from his hair follicles to his toes.
She felt his cock being to throb. Taking him further into her throat she gave his balls once last playful squeeze as he exploded in her mouth, causing her choke on the thick, sticky liquid. Her tongue swirled around him, pleasing him, squeezing ever last drop of come possible from his cock.
When she finished, she looked up at him, her green eyes framed by thick, black lashes batted seductively at him. When she ran her tongue across her plump bottom lip, his cock sprung back to life.
Taking her by the hand, he pulled her up and with one sweeping motion, cleared his desk of clutter. Rhiannon sat on the edge of his desk, her nails digging into her thigh while she watched him open his shirt. She ran her hand down his chest, lightly brushing her fingers across his nipples. His cock jumped. She saw it so she repeated her last gesture.
He grabbed her blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying across the room. Her choice of lingerie was sexy, yet bestowed some form of innocence upon her. Too bad what he had planned for her was anything but innocent.
He could see her nipples straining against her bra, begging to be set free into the cool air. He placed his mouth over one, sucking at it, while he fondled the other. When he bit down, Rhiannon threw her head back, a strangled cry escaping her mouth. He tugged her other nipple, pulling it taut as she arched her back, begging him to fuck her.
He smiled. He reached under her skirt, his hands sliding up her thighs until he reached her white lace panties. He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue down until he reached her collarbone as he slowly pulled her panties off.
The scent of sex filled the air as he raised her skirt. She was wet with desire, and that wicked gleam in her eyes added to the tension.
With one swift thrust of his hips, he sank into her moist heat. She cried out, lying down on the desk, wrapping her legs around his waist, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her. Her nails dug into the wooden desk top, her throaty cries were music to his ears. He reached out, squeezing her breasts in his hands, feeling her getting wetter with every thrust of his hips.
He pulled her bra aside, popping her nipples out of the flimsy fabric, feeling them rolling around in between his fingers. He lent over her, suckling them, running his tongue across them, flicking at them like they were a light switch.
Her hips bucked against his, grinding herself on his rock hard cock. Her eyes opened as he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. His thumb found her clitoris and began rubbing her at the same intensity as he was slamming into her.
She broke the kiss, turning her head, panting, her chest rising rapidly. She let out a cry as she arched her back, her orgasm washing over her.
In a lustful daze, she found herself face down on his desk. Her legs were parted, her pussy dripping her own juices down her legs. She heard him open a drawer on his desk. She heard him put something down on the desk and the she heard the ripping of a condom wrapper. She felt him enter her swollen flesh again, coating his cock in her wetness.
His fingers returned to her clitoris, rubbing her, until she was grinding herself against his hand. She was prime.
As he withdrew from her, she whimpered a protest. He softly chuckled in response as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her anus. She cried out as the head of his cock entered her body, her ass not offering much resistance.
Rhiannon turned to look over her shoulder as she felt him push further into her. Tears sprung to her eyes. It was as she feared; painful. He placed his arms either side of her body, lying down on top of her. He kissed her shoulder, asking how she was. Her response was a sob.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked, kissing her sensitive spot on her neck. She didn't respond right away. He asked again and she shook her head.
He brushed her hair aside and reminded her if she wanted him to stop all she had to do was say so and he would. “But I think you're going to enjoy this,” he added, lifting himself off her body.
He started slowly moving inside of her. The only sound was her whimpering. He knew she was biting her lip to prevent from screaming. Her body was tense which in turn was hurting him. He had to get her to relax.
A humming sound broke the silence and caused Rhiannon to cry out as a small, but powerful vibrator touched her clit. Her eyes rolled back and much to his surprise, her ass pressed back against him, allowing him in a little deeper.
He quickened his pace. Not a lot, just enough to match her writhing. He didn't want to hurt her. Her body was relaxing, not putting up as much resistance. He was freely sliding in and out of her ass, watching her juices drip down her leg.
Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, dripping down his nose. He could see part of her back, her blouse having moved off to one side. Her sweat-soaked skin added to her beauty as he lent down and kissed it.
He changed the intensity of the vibrations causing Rhiannon to gasp. She was close to coming again. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to move the vibrator from directly on her clit. She couldn't take the powerful vibrations anymore. Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat, her body shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm washed over her.
Damn that was sexy. It was enough to send him over the edge, just moments later.
Exhausted, he pulled out of her. She still laid face down on his desk, legs spread, skirt bunched up around her waist. He touched her hair lovingly and she turned to look at him. She had been crying, he could see the tear stains on her cheeks, but he could also see the satisfaction written in her eyes. He kissed her deeply, pulling her up off the desk and into his lap on the chair.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, nuzzling his head against her neck.
“Sore,” she replied.
He asked why she didn't ask him to stop. She shrugged. “It wasn't as bad as I thought,” she answered, smoothing down her skirt.
He kissed her again, his hand running through her matted hair. She broke the kiss. “But that doesn't mean I'm interested in doing it again anytime soon,” she told him, firmly. “I'll be sitting on a bag of frozen peas for a month.”
Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Whatever you say,” he teased, nipping her neck. She gave him a cocky smile, her eyes glowing the ominous green that he had come to know and love.
“No. Whatever you say, boss,” she teased.
Rhiannon pushed open the study door to see her lover sitting behind the desk, a stern look on his face. She looked him up and down. Damn it. Why did all men look good in suits?
“Yes, sir,” she asked, her voice soft and meek.
Sir? He liked the sound of that. “I need you to stay back tonight. We've got that merger tomorrow and my notes are not ready.”
Rhiannon bit her lip. Stay late to help the boss would give her brownie points and a possible move up the corporate ladder. On the other hand, alone with the boss, late at night...it was a dangerous precedent.
“I can stay,” she said softly, staring at the carpet.
His head snapped up. “Good. Meet me back here at six sharp. I have a meeting just before that, so let yourself in.”
She nodded and licked her lips before retreating out of his office.
She took a seat on the couch, eyeing the door. He pulled it open and grinned at her. “How was that for acting?” he asked, taking a seat next to her. She giggled nervously, pulling on her pencil skirt.
While she had acting experience, rolling playing for sexual pleasures was something new to Rhiannon. He sat next to her, stretching his legs out, his arm sliding around her shoulders. As it were, he was playing her uptight boss that was in serious need of getting laid and she was his lowly receptionist, dressed to the nines in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and sexy peep toe heels that showed off her perfectly polished toes.
But that wasn't what had her palms sweating.
Last night they had talked extensively about what they wanted to do. Their sexual fantasies came to light and she learned that he wanted to try anal sex. She'd be lying if she said it hadn't crossed her mind at some point, but there was a reason why she hadn't tried it. She was scared. She was terrified. She was wishing she was somewhere else.
He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He knew she was nervous. She barely said a sentence to him all day, the confidence that she possessed, was gone, and he discovered that if they were to play a game of hide and seek, he would lose on account of when she wanted to avoid him, she was damn good at it.
“We don't have to,” he said, dusting kisses along her jaw line. “We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Sweetheart, I love you. I don't want to hurt you.” His tongue dipped into her ear, his hands caressing her arms.
She knew he did and she knew that he meant what he said. She licked her lips. “But this is something you want,” she answered, softly. “And I don't know if it's because I'm a Pisces, but I have this uncontrollable need to please people.”
He felt small tremors in her body as he held her tight. He tried a different approach. “You can say no at any time,” he told her, searching her eyes for any reaction. “If you hate it, or it's too painful, then say no and I'll stop.”
“Promise?” she questioned, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, moving a strand of hair out of her face. She wore simple reading glasses, fake of course but damn, she looked sexy with them on. He kissed lightly, his tongue slipping between her teeth, massaging her own.
His hand crept up, fondling her breast through her blouse. Rhiannon sighed contently, her nipples straining against her bra, rubbing against the white lace.
He nipped at her neck, biting her skin gently. His hands roamed over her body, resting on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin as he slid his hand upwards.
Suddenly, he pulled back. Rhiannon whimpered. He kissed her playfully. “Patience, pretty one,” he said. “Come and see me at six.” With that, he got off the couch and walked away leaving Rhiannon feeling confused and fucking horny.
She paced the apartment, wondering what she was going to do with herself until six o'clock. It was only thirty minutes away, but still, she needed to occupy her mind. She walked into his bedroom, to her suitcase, and found her book. She walked back out, sat on the couch and began scaring herself stupid with the latest Stephen King novel.
When she looked up, it was five past six. “Shit!” she exclaimed, closing her book, scrambling to her feet. She smoothed out her skirt, shook her hair back and made her way over to his office. The door was shut so she knocked timidly. There was no answer.
Sucking in a deep breath, Rhiannon pushed the door open. The office was dark, the curtains drawn. She made her way around the other side of his desk and turned on the lamp. There was a stack of papers sitting centre on his desk with a post-it atop it with the words 'Read Me' written in his usual flourish.
Rhiannon sat down in his desk chair. Crossing her legs and leaning back a little, she picked up the papers and began to read them, a smile crossing her face. Words like 'I love you' or 'You're beautiful' stared back at her. She got to the last page when he appeared at the door.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a bemused smile on his face as he lent against the door frame, legs crossed at the ankles. Rhiannon shrieked, papers flying out of her hand. He had startled her.
“Oh.” She climbed out of his chair, dropping to her knees, scrambling to pick up the papers. She felt her cheeks burn as he moved closer to her, taking a seat in his chair.
He smiled. It was cute when she was flustered. He watched her, her behind wiggling a little as she reached for the final paper. That skirt hugged her curves perfectly, pulling tight across her ass. He licked his lips, his erection straining against his pants. When she turned around, she was eye level with his groin. Her eyes lingered over his sudden, and obvious, bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, shaking her head slightly as she attempted to get to her feet. His hand landed on her shoulder, preventing her from standing.
Eyes wide, she stared up at him. His eyes darkened with desire. He didn't have to say anything. She knew what he wanted.
With trembling hands, Rhiannon reached for his pants, undoing the belt, fumbling with his zip. She released him to the cool air. His eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around his cock, his hand finding its way into her hair.
Her hand stroked him up and down while her warm mouth engulfed his manhood, her tongue working overtime, circling his head before performing long licks up the underside of his shaft.
He let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping her hair tightly. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She took this as good signs before taking his entire length into her mouth, gazing her teeth lightly over his shaft.
The grip on her hair tightened as he swore. She continued her actions, determined to get him to come. Her free hand fondled his balls, cupping them, squeezing them gently.
He couldn't take much more of this. Her tongue worked him over expertly. Her low moans caused vibrations that he felt from his hair follicles to his toes.
She felt his cock being to throb. Taking him further into her throat she gave his balls once last playful squeeze as he exploded in her mouth, causing her choke on the thick, sticky liquid. Her tongue swirled around him, pleasing him, squeezing ever last drop of come possible from his cock.
When she finished, she looked up at him, her green eyes framed by thick, black lashes batted seductively at him. When she ran her tongue across her plump bottom lip, his cock sprung back to life.
Taking her by the hand, he pulled her up and with one sweeping motion, cleared his desk of clutter. Rhiannon sat on the edge of his desk, her nails digging into her thigh while she watched him open his shirt. She ran her hand down his chest, lightly brushing her fingers across his nipples. His cock jumped. She saw it so she repeated her last gesture.
He grabbed her blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying across the room. Her choice of lingerie was sexy, yet bestowed some form of innocence upon her. Too bad what he had planned for her was anything but innocent.
He could see her nipples straining against her bra, begging to be set free into the cool air. He placed his mouth over one, sucking at it, while he fondled the other. When he bit down, Rhiannon threw her head back, a strangled cry escaping her mouth. He tugged her other nipple, pulling it taut as she arched her back, begging him to fuck her.
He smiled. He reached under her skirt, his hands sliding up her thighs until he reached her white lace panties. He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue down until he reached her collarbone as he slowly pulled her panties off.
The scent of sex filled the air as he raised her skirt. She was wet with desire, and that wicked gleam in her eyes added to the tension.
With one swift thrust of his hips, he sank into her moist heat. She cried out, lying down on the desk, wrapping her legs around his waist, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her. Her nails dug into the wooden desk top, her throaty cries were music to his ears. He reached out, squeezing her breasts in his hands, feeling her getting wetter with every thrust of his hips.
He pulled her bra aside, popping her nipples out of the flimsy fabric, feeling them rolling around in between his fingers. He lent over her, suckling them, running his tongue across them, flicking at them like they were a light switch.
Her hips bucked against his, grinding herself on his rock hard cock. Her eyes opened as he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. His thumb found her clitoris and began rubbing her at the same intensity as he was slamming into her.
She broke the kiss, turning her head, panting, her chest rising rapidly. She let out a cry as she arched her back, her orgasm washing over her.
In a lustful daze, she found herself face down on his desk. Her legs were parted, her pussy dripping her own juices down her legs. She heard him open a drawer on his desk. She heard him put something down on the desk and the she heard the ripping of a condom wrapper. She felt him enter her swollen flesh again, coating his cock in her wetness.
His fingers returned to her clitoris, rubbing her, until she was grinding herself against his hand. She was prime.
As he withdrew from her, she whimpered a protest. He softly chuckled in response as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her anus. She cried out as the head of his cock entered her body, her ass not offering much resistance.
Rhiannon turned to look over her shoulder as she felt him push further into her. Tears sprung to her eyes. It was as she feared; painful. He placed his arms either side of her body, lying down on top of her. He kissed her shoulder, asking how she was. Her response was a sob.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked, kissing her sensitive spot on her neck. She didn't respond right away. He asked again and she shook her head.
He brushed her hair aside and reminded her if she wanted him to stop all she had to do was say so and he would. “But I think you're going to enjoy this,” he added, lifting himself off her body.
He started slowly moving inside of her. The only sound was her whimpering. He knew she was biting her lip to prevent from screaming. Her body was tense which in turn was hurting him. He had to get her to relax.
A humming sound broke the silence and caused Rhiannon to cry out as a small, but powerful vibrator touched her clit. Her eyes rolled back and much to his surprise, her ass pressed back against him, allowing him in a little deeper.
He quickened his pace. Not a lot, just enough to match her writhing. He didn't want to hurt her. Her body was relaxing, not putting up as much resistance. He was freely sliding in and out of her ass, watching her juices drip down her leg.
Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, dripping down his nose. He could see part of her back, her blouse having moved off to one side. Her sweat-soaked skin added to her beauty as he lent down and kissed it.
He changed the intensity of the vibrations causing Rhiannon to gasp. She was close to coming again. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to move the vibrator from directly on her clit. She couldn't take the powerful vibrations anymore. Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat, her body shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm washed over her.
Damn that was sexy. It was enough to send him over the edge, just moments later.
Exhausted, he pulled out of her. She still laid face down on his desk, legs spread, skirt bunched up around her waist. He touched her hair lovingly and she turned to look at him. She had been crying, he could see the tear stains on her cheeks, but he could also see the satisfaction written in her eyes. He kissed her deeply, pulling her up off the desk and into his lap on the chair.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, nuzzling his head against her neck.
“Sore,” she replied.
He asked why she didn't ask him to stop. She shrugged. “It wasn't as bad as I thought,” she answered, smoothing down her skirt.
He kissed her again, his hand running through her matted hair. She broke the kiss. “But that doesn't mean I'm interested in doing it again anytime soon,” she told him, firmly. “I'll be sitting on a bag of frozen peas for a month.”
Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Whatever you say,” he teased, nipping her neck. She gave him a cocky smile, her eyes glowing the ominous green that he had come to know and love.
“No. Whatever you say, boss,” she teased.
Friday, January 27, 2012
I Was Only 19 (A Walk In The Light Green)
Ladies and gentlemen,
This song is a powerful and proud Aussie song that reduces me to tears every time that I hear or sing it. I want to share it with you. At the end of the lyrics you'll see a clip from YouTube - please click on it to hear the song.
Love,
Rhiannon Irons
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal,
(It was long march from cadets).
The Sixth Battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card…
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.
And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay;
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean;
And there's me in my slouch hat, with my SLR and greens…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pin-ups on the lockers,
and an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.
A four week operation, when each step could mean your last one on two legs:
it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
so you closed your eyes and thought about something else.
Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar;
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon: -
God help me, he was going home in June.
I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
on a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears,
and stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me,
I was only nineteen.
This song is a powerful and proud Aussie song that reduces me to tears every time that I hear or sing it. I want to share it with you. At the end of the lyrics you'll see a clip from YouTube - please click on it to hear the song.
Love,
Rhiannon Irons
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal,
(It was long march from cadets).
The Sixth Battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card…
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.
And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay;
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean;
And there's me in my slouch hat, with my SLR and greens…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pin-ups on the lockers,
and an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.
A four week operation, when each step could mean your last one on two legs:
it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
so you closed your eyes and thought about something else.
Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar;
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon: -
God help me, he was going home in June.
I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
on a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears,
and stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel…
God help me, I was only nineteen.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me,
I was only nineteen.
Somewhere In The Back Of My Mind
Somewhere in the back of my mind
A little voice calls to me
Begging me not to harm myself
But to see what it sees.
"Beauty and grace
Beyond compare
Luscious locks of
Golden hair
With eyes that shine
As bright as can be
Ivory skin and
Lips so sweet."
Somewhere in the back of my mind
A little voice calls to me
Telling me to dream big
"You can be what you want to be.
Just put your mind to it
And you can do anything.
Doctor, lawyer, carpenter
Or even a cabbage king.
Nothing is off limits
When all you have is dreams
The ability to be who you want
Raises your self esteem."
Somewhere in the back of my mind
A little voice calls to me
Asking me to crack a smile
And to be filled with glee.
"A spring in your step
A song in your heart
Can make the world seem brighter
And make you feel like you're a part
Of the celebrations of life.
You're journey is just beginning
So make like Charlie Sheen
Chin up, kiddo, you're winning."
A little voice calls to me
Begging me not to harm myself
But to see what it sees.
"Beauty and grace
Beyond compare
Luscious locks of
Golden hair
With eyes that shine
As bright as can be
Ivory skin and
Lips so sweet."
Somewhere in the back of my mind
A little voice calls to me
Telling me to dream big
"You can be what you want to be.
Just put your mind to it
And you can do anything.
Doctor, lawyer, carpenter
Or even a cabbage king.
Nothing is off limits
When all you have is dreams
The ability to be who you want
Raises your self esteem."
Somewhere in the back of my mind
A little voice calls to me
Asking me to crack a smile
And to be filled with glee.
"A spring in your step
A song in your heart
Can make the world seem brighter
And make you feel like you're a part
Of the celebrations of life.
You're journey is just beginning
So make like Charlie Sheen
Chin up, kiddo, you're winning."
A Message From Trent
Greetings gentle readers,
I have some rather upsetting news for some of you. I made mention that in the next two weeks I was planning on travelling Down Under to soak up some sun and enjoy the sites that the lovely Gold Coast has to offer as well as scoring another interview with the extremely talented author of this blog, Rhiannon Irons. Alas, something in my daily life has cropped up and now I am unable to make this trip.
Do not despair, gentle readers, for I will get you that interview, however it may be a couple of months from now.
Deepest apologises to you all, but please stay tuned for more highly entertaining short stories and poetry from both Rhiannon Irons and James Thompson.
Regards,
Trent
I have some rather upsetting news for some of you. I made mention that in the next two weeks I was planning on travelling Down Under to soak up some sun and enjoy the sites that the lovely Gold Coast has to offer as well as scoring another interview with the extremely talented author of this blog, Rhiannon Irons. Alas, something in my daily life has cropped up and now I am unable to make this trip.
Do not despair, gentle readers, for I will get you that interview, however it may be a couple of months from now.
Deepest apologises to you all, but please stay tuned for more highly entertaining short stories and poetry from both Rhiannon Irons and James Thompson.
Regards,
Trent
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Game - Part Three
After
their shower play, Phil told her to get dressed. “Something
accessible,” he said with a naughty wink. Her eyebrow had arched
so high it was in danger of flying right of her forehead but she did
as he asked.
When
she walked out of the bedroom, Phil's jaw hit the floor. Standing
there in a short red plaid skirt with a white button up shirt that
strained against her impressive chest and killer white heels was his
ideal woman. Her long blonde hair, freshly washed, was tied tightly
in a ponytail, her make-up was fresh and natural.
He
kissed her deeply, passionately, his hands grabbing hold of her ass
and giving it a playful squeeze. She jumped and swatted his hand,
her eyes lighting up with interest.
He
grabbed his car keys and signalled for her to follow. “Where are
we going?” she asked. Phil held open his door for her. “For a
drive,” he answered with a wink. “Now follow me.” She did
with trepidation.
Out
in the garage he held open the door for her to his car. She climbed
in, eyeing him quizzically. Closing the door behind her, Phil ran
around the car and climbed in the driver's side.
“Before
I forget,” he said, leaning over for a kiss. She obliged, her baby
pink lipstick tasting like strawberries. While he kissed her, Phil
produced a blindfold from his pocket. Holding it in his hand, her
reached up and secured it around her eyes, causing a startled gasp to
escape from her mouth.
“What
the-?” she cried, her hands automatically reaching up to uncover
her eyes. Phil slapped her hands. “If you're going to peek, then
I'll have to restrain your hands,” he said teasingly, opening her
shirt and running his tongue over the curve of her breast.
“You
wouldn't,” she said. He gave a soft chuckle. She didn't sound as
confident as she normally would. She tilted her head when she heard
rattling. Something cold snapped around her wrist as Phil began
pulling her arm behind her. “Give me the other hand,” he
commanded. She obliged, swallowing hard as he fastened the cuff
around her other wrist.
Phil
looked over at his girlfriend. She was pulling against the
handcuffs, her eyes blinded by a blindfold. Damn it, she looked
sexy. His new erection certainly agreed with him.
He
started the car and pulled out of the garage. He was taking her to a
secluded spot that he knew of overlooking the city.
Every
now and then he glanced over at her. Her shoulders moved slightly as
she tried to free her hands. Her cheeks were flushed and he could
see the concentration on her face as she tried to work out where they
were going.
He
rested his hand on her thigh and she jumped. He traced his hand over
her milky white skin, his hand reaching high up her skirt, sliding
under the flimsy material. His eyes widened and he nearly ran off
the road. That little vixen wasn't wearing any panties. Judging
from the smirk on her face, she knew why the tires squealed and why
the car swerved over the road.
Phil
regained his composure. Though he couldn't see her eyes, he knew
they were a deep shade of green and probably lighting up with wicked
delight. His erection strained painfully in his pants.
He
turned up an old dirt road that lead up into the tree covered hills
overlooking his home. He stopped the car underneath a shady willow
tree.
Carefully,
he removed her blindfold. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the
light. He removed her handcuffs, warning her that this was his game
and if she broke any of his rules they would be back on her so fast
her head would spin. She nodded in response, rubbing her wrist.
Phil
could see the marks where the cuffs had dug into her skin. He took
hold of her wrist and kissed it, letting his tongue tickle her skin.
He
ordered her out of the car. She obliged, carefully stepping out of
the vehicle. She pulled her skirt down slightly so it covered her
bare ass as she took in the spectacular view.
Phil came up
behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back.
Her ass bumped against his erection. “I want to taste you,” he
whispered in her ear, dipping his tongue inside. She shivered,
turning around in his arms, offering her mouth for a kiss.
Phil
chuckled, dropping to his knees and lifting her skirt. She protested
as he lifted her leg over his shoulder but with a fierce gaze from
him, she quietened down.
Phil
blew warm air against her pussy, watching her hips rock. He held her
firmly by the hips, preventing her from running off. His tongue
darted from his mouth, lazily stroking over her clitoris. Her head
fell back, hair cascading down her back, her eyes closed as a
strangled moan of excitement and pleasure escaped her throat. Taking
this as a good sign, Phil continued with his adventure, his tongue
expertly working her, pushing all her magic buttons, causing her
juices to seep from her.
His
tongue probed deep inside her, lapping up her juices as her hips
bucked against his mouth. Phil could see she was getting close. The
scent of sex filled his nostrils, her juices dripped down her thighs
and his chin.
He
gave her a hard slap on her ass causing her to cry out, mostly in
surprise. Her butt was stinging. She began rubbing the smooth skin,
unaware that Phil had stopped licking her clit and was now standing
before her.
She
looked at him, her eyes narrowing. “Hey! Why did you stop?” she
demanded. The look on Phil's face told her that she had broken a
rule of his game. Of course, seeing as he never told her the rules,
she was pretty certain that she'd be breaking more than one.
He
grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. His erection slid
perfectly between her thighs. Despite him still wearing his jeans,
she could feel the heat radiating from his cock. “Naughty girl,”
he whispered, his hand slapping her ass again. She cried out,
apologising for whatever she did. Phil just chuckled and held up the
cuffs.
Whimpering
she held out her hands, allowing him to cuff her again. As he pulled
her hands behind her back for the second time that day, she noticed
they were the only car out in the wilderness. “Where are we?”
she asked, feeling the handcuffs snap into place.
“Somewhere
where no one can hear your screams,” he teased, kissing her neck,
biting the tender flesh. She yelped as his hand caressed her body,
climbing high up her skirt until his fingers parted her, slipping
into her moist heat.
Without
warning, Phil withdrew his fingers and opened the back door to the
car. His fingers glistened from her wetness as he lead her to the
back seat. He ripped open her shirt, buttons flying off in all
directions, as he groped her supple breasts, feeling her nipples
strain against the simple white lace bra that she wore.
She
groaned, her eyes closing as she felt Phil's lips enclose around one
of her nipples, sucking it through the fabric of her bra. She tugged
at the restraints, wishing she could run her hands through his hair.
Phil
pulled back, taking in the sight of his beautiful girlfriend. Her
cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glassy and he could tell she was
getting frustrated. He unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the
dirty ground. She wasn't the only one who decided to forego
underwear. He climbed into the back seat, pulling her in with him.
Awkwardly,
he pulled her onto his lap, impaling her on his cock. She let out a
loud cry as he pulled her hips down so that he was buried fully
inside of her. With her hands behind her back, Phil took control of
her, pulling her up off his cock entirely before sinking her back
down on it.
Her
hips began to grind against his, her clitoris grinding against the
base of his manhood. She could feel her orgasm building again as
beads of sweat fell down her brow as Phil continued to work her body
on top of his.
Up.
Down. Up. Down. She was panting hard, her cries of pleasure
getting louder, her green eyes rolling back in her head as she came
with a triumphant scream.
Carefully,
Phil lifted her off him, allowing her to curl up on the back seat
while he executed his full plan. He removed his pants from around
his ankles and took of his T-shirt. In the middle of the day, in the
middle of the wilderness, there he stood, bronzed and naked, his cock
still hard, gleaming with her juices.
He
pulled her out of the car, putting her on her knees before him.
Without being told, she began to clean his cock, tasting herself.
She gagged a couple of times as Phil pushed deeper into her throat,
but like a champ, she continued, her tongue swirling around his
shaft, tickling the underside, cleaning all the evidence of her off
him.
Phil
picked her up and lovingly brushed the hair out of her eyes. He gave
her a kiss, his tongue dancing a tango with hers as he pulled her
over to the hood of the car. He lent her over it, her ass up in the
air. She looked over her shoulder as he lined up his cock with her
soaking wet pussy.
He
let out a throaty cry as he sank into her wetness. Every nerve in
her body was alive as though it were on fire. She felt every
movement of his as he picked up the intensity, ramming into her with
speed reserved for a NASCAR.
Her
grunts turned to moans as his hand reached around and began rubbing
her clitoris with the same intensity. She pushed her ass back,
meeting his, determined to driver herself to another orgasm. Phil
slapped her ass as he pounded his full length into her. He enjoyed
the site of her ass pushing back against him, taking him deeper into
her. He could feel her inner muscles grasping his quivering member,
squeezing it. If she kept that up, he'd be coming in no time.
He
pulled back, just allowing the head of his cock to rest inside her.
She wiggled her ass, hinting that she was close. Phil smiled and
thrust deep inside her, his cock spewing forth a hot, sticky, creamy
load. He continued to rub her clit while he emptied his seed deep
inside her body. He felt her tense, her muscles, gripping his cock
as she came again, her mouth open in a silent scream.
He
pulled out of her. Come dripped down her legs, pooling on the dirt.
She laid still on the hood of his car, breathing hard, her wrists raw
from the constant pulling on the cuffs.
Phil
got dressed before removing the cuffs from her wrists. She turned to
look at him, satisfaction in her eyes. He kissed her passionately,
his hands running through her hair.
“I
like your idea of a drive,” she said teasingly. “I like it very
much.”
Monday, January 23, 2012
The Game - Part Two
The
rain began to fall. The sound of it landing on the balcony tiles had
Rhiannon opening her eyes.
She
was lying in his bed, a simple white satin sheet draped over her
naked body. She sat up, clutching the sheet in her hand, covering
her body. She looked around, confused about where she was for a
moment. Then it all came back to her.
She
had left her humble dwellings of Australia to travel to California to
be with him. He had charmed her like no man had before. As it was
now, he was lying on his back, his mouth open in a silent snore.
Carefully,
Rhiannon swung her legs out of bed, her feet landing softly on the
hardwood floors. She stretched, her blonde hair cascading down her
back like a golden waterfall while her blue-green eyes danced with
delight as she surveyed the room.
He
had made love to her for most of last night, taking her to places she
had never known before, making her feel things she thought she could
only feel on her own. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He
stirred in his sleep, wrestling with his pillow, probably dreaming it
was her. She gave a soft chuckle as she walked into the bathroom,
carefully closing the door behind her.
Rhiannon
stared at her reflection. Her hair was wavy, unruly and her mascara
had run slightly, smudging under her eyes. She reached into her
small make-up bag and removed a hair clip. She piled her hair up and
clipped it into place before turning her attention to the shower.
Once
the water was running, and the temperature was just right, Rhiannon
stepped in, the warm water rushing over her, refreshing her tired and
aching body. She closed her eyes, her mind floating back to
yesterday where she had teased him endless while they were at the
beach. She had shown off her curvaceous body in an ice blue bikini
that had made him make a beeline for the waist-deep water. Rhiannon
smirked as she remembered him beckoning her to come out and join him.
She
turned around, the water bouncing off her shoulders, droplets sliding
over her ample breasts, sliding down her cleavage. She traced the
line with her index finger, feeling the softness of her flesh. Her
skin was turning pink from the heat of the water, but she didn't
care. She was tired from their all night sexual marathon and yet, as
she stood there, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her
nipples, she felt highly aroused.
The
sound of the door closing had her eyes fluttering open. There he
stood, naked, hair tousled, half asleep with a silly grin on his
face. “Having fun without me?” he teased, pulling open the
shower door and climbing in with her. Rhiannon smiled innocently and
gave him a lingering kiss, her lips parting, her tongue teasing the
tip of his.
When
she broke the kiss, he was fully awake. She glanced down. Yes, he
was fully awake. “You just looked so peaceful,” she said,
her hand grazing lightly over his bronzed chest, feeling his muscles
beneath her palm. “I didn't want to disturb you.”
He
wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her in closer to him, her
hip bumping his erection. He nipped at the delicate flesh of her
neck, his tongue lightly tracing circles over her skin causing
Rhiannon to shiver. How was it that he always knew how to turn her
on?
A
moan escaped her mouth before she realised it. He chuckled, his
hands roaming over her body, feeling the curve of her hip, the
softness of her breasts, the firmness of her ass.
Rhiannon's
eyes snapped open. She had felt them change colour from deep blue to
emerald green. She turned to stare at him. His dark eyes widened
when he saw the wicked glint in hers.
Placing
a hand on his chest, Rhiannon pushed him back against the wall, his
back hitting the cold tiles. Her eyes locked onto his as she lowered
herself to her knees, a faint smile playing on her features. With
the water of the shower running down her back, she opened her mouth,
her tongue teasing the head of his hard cock.
A
strangled groan escaped from his mouth as his hand landed on her
shoulder. Taking this as a good sign, Rhiannon took his entire
length in her mouth while her hands fondled his balls, cupping them
and giving them a gentle squeeze. She heard his moans of delight as
her tongue swirled around his shaft, tickling the underside. His
hand snaked its way into her hair, removing the clip then grasping
the golden curls.
Rhiannon
pulled back and began stroking his length, her eyes locked onto his
face, watching his reactions as she continued to tease him. She
flickered her tongue across the sensitive head as his hips bucked
towards her face. She repeated this last action, her hand still
stroking him expertly.
This
time as he bucked his hips, Rhiannon opened her mouth, allowing him
full access to her throat. Her eyes watered when her gag reflex
kicked in, but still she took his whole length.
His
grip on her hair tightened as he begged her to suck him harder. She
smiled and lightly grazed her teeth along his shaft creating a new
sensation as she bobbed up and down, alternating between taking his
full length to just sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
His
cock began to pulse. She glanced up, her eyes dancing with delight.
He was close. She increased her grip on his member, her rhythm
intensifying.
She
winced as his grip on her hair tightened. She felt his whole body
tense before a thick load of hot, creamy liquid filled her mouth.
She began swallowing as he spewed forth his load, never once letting
up, stroking and sucking him until he was dry.
His
eyes fluttered open as her hand dropped away from his cock. He
released his grip on her hair, glancing down to watch the blonde
tresses glide delicately over his hand. Her eyes were on him as she
licked the corner of her mouth before standing, her hair matted down
her body by the pulsing water from the shower.
Pulling
her closer to his body, he kissed her cheek, her neck and her
collarbone. Rhiannon's eyes closed. She whimpered when he stopped.
“Game
on,” he said, teasingly.
Have You Ever
Have you ever noticed when
Things don't go right
That's the time when
People want to end their life?
Have you ever received
A smile from a stranger?
A simple act of kindness
Can always ward off anger
Have you ever noticed
That the world continues to turn
Even when the chips are down
And you've just be burned?
Have you ever seen
A couple in love?
They kiss, they cuddle
They push and shove
Have you ever wanted
To be included in the discussion
Regardless of the topic
Or the repercussions?
Have you ever fallen
In love head over heels
For someone who wasn't right
But had a killer set of wheels?
Have you ever loved someone
So much that it makes you cry
Knowing you can't live without them
For you would simply die?
I have noticed all these things
And have come to know
That kindness tends to leave us
With a healthy glow
So before you run off
Before you leave to endeavor
Look around and ask yourself
Have you ever
Things don't go right
That's the time when
People want to end their life?
Have you ever received
A smile from a stranger?
A simple act of kindness
Can always ward off anger
Have you ever noticed
That the world continues to turn
Even when the chips are down
And you've just be burned?
Have you ever seen
A couple in love?
They kiss, they cuddle
They push and shove
Have you ever wanted
To be included in the discussion
Regardless of the topic
Or the repercussions?
Have you ever fallen
In love head over heels
For someone who wasn't right
But had a killer set of wheels?
Have you ever loved someone
So much that it makes you cry
Knowing you can't live without them
For you would simply die?
I have noticed all these things
And have come to know
That kindness tends to leave us
With a healthy glow
So before you run off
Before you leave to endeavor
Look around and ask yourself
Have you ever
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Confessions Of A Serial Killer
I
would love to say I've lived a fairytale life. That my childhood was
perfect and that my parents were a great source of compassion and
love. This, however, is not the case. For if it were, do you really
think I would be sitting here with you now?
You
come to me in hopes of understanding what makes someone kill. Let me
tell you something, detective, every human being on the face of the
Earth is a ticking time bomb, waiting for that eventual moment that
will cause them to explode in utter chaos.
Don't
believe me? Then let me ask you this. Do you ever wish that a perp
would just confess to his sins, making your job easier? Do you wish
that the one that got away on account of a good lawyer would wind up
dead in the gutter being pissed on by a homeless bum? You're as much
a time bomb as me. The only difference is, I exploded years ago.
So,
detective, does this mean you want to hear my life story? Shall I
begin at the start like David Copperfield “I was born, I grew up,”
or would you prefer me to cut right to the chase and tell you about
my first victim?
He
was a lovely young man by the name of Bradley T. Sherwood. I never
knew what the T was for, but he was a hunk of hot man meat. Yum. He
was my high school sweetheart. Tall, dark, brooding, handsome. All
the things that make a girl weak at the knees. But then he turned
into the typical male that I knew he would. You see, it was right
before Spring Fling and I caught him hanging around Daisy Jenkins.
Daisy Jenkins, can you believe that?! Anyway, Brad had made plans to
attend the Spring Fling with me, but then I caught him asking that
two-faced lying bitch out for the same night. He thought he could
walk into the gym with two of the hottest girls in school on his arm.
I
made sure he wouldn't be walking anywhere. I followed him home from
school one day, pretending to need help in math. In reality, all I
wanted to do was snap his neck. So I did. First I broke his leg by
pushing him down the flight of stairs that lead to the basement. As
he was lying there, crying like a toddler, I told him how pissed I
was that he was fawning over Daisy Jenkins and how he had better
apologise for hurting my feelings and breaking my heart. He swiftly
did, grovelling at my feet, begging for forgiveness. It was then
that I placed my hands on his cheeks. I kissed him goodbye then
snapped his neck.
It
was a quick death, painless almost. Hey, I said almost. Not my
complete fault that he was a chauvinistic pig that deserved to be
slaughtered.
You
know, I blame the parents. If parents knew how to raise their
children properly, I wouldn't have to kill the no good sons of
bitches. If parents raised their sons to respect women and not to
treat them like sexual objects of affection, then I wouldn't be
sitting here now, dining on what will be my last meal.
Who
was next? Tom Sheldon, bank manager. Then came Donald and Ray
Beaumont. Trusting souls they were. They tried to help a poor woman
in distress, but last I looked, I know how to change a tire and don't
need no beatnik feeling me up while I get the jack from the trunk.
They put their hands on my ass, which I did not welcome by the way,
so I put the tire iron through theirs.
But
no kill sticks in my mind like that of Robert Barton. Robert was a
gentle person. He was polite, friendly and was always ready with an
off-color joke. Ahh yes, there was something special about Robert.
His quiet, majestic manner in which he conducted his daily routine
was magnificent. He always held his head proudly. Married for forty
years, you know.
Married
for forty years. Can you believe that? That's a huge achievement.
Of course, when a young, lovely lady walks past with a short skirt,
forty years means nothing. He followed me out to the pool and
offered to put some suntan lotion on me. His hands were not the
hands of an older gentlemen. Nor were his lips when he eventually
kissed me. They were just as soft as a younger mans, but his tongue
held more experience than any man before him.
I
suggested that we continued our raunchiness inside one of the
poolside cabanas to which Robert agreed and greedily dragged me
inside the closest one. Once we were inside, his hands became
furious, running all over my taut body, pulling at my already erect
nipples. His mouth enclosed over mine, his tongue doing things I
can't even describe. He stripped off and that's when I realized that
he was certainly an older man. His ass was so saggy and wrinkly I
could have sworn that elephants had firmer skin. And his dick? Oh,
it's no wonder he was married for forty years, his wife was probably
banging the pool boy in order to stay happy.
But
he was a gentle lover. He popped one of those blue pills that causes
a 'rise' and we were good to go. I mounted him, feeling his old,
wrinkly cock push inside my young, firm body, and I began riding him
like he had never been ridden before. My palms were flat against his
chest, grasping onto the stringy white hairs that covered his chest
and ran down the plain of his beer belly. Slowly, without him
noticing, I moved my hands up and down his chest, inching closer to
his neck. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails in. That was
those marks that appeared unconfirmed in the autopsy report. Then I
wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed the life out of him.
It
was the most intimate thing anyone could go through. Watching his
eyes bulge then roll back in his head, as his hands grasped my hips,
attempting to lift me off. Pure poetry. It's something I shall
never forget. Watching someone's life slip away is a thrill that no
words can explain. You see, in that brief moment before Robert
passed on, I saw right into his soul. I saw the fear in his eyes,
the pain that his body felt. I felt everything he felt, including
the fact that he ejaculated inside me. I think the choking helped
him come faster.
But
you see, detective, once you choke the life out of someone and you
see into their soul, nothing is as good. Nothing is as intimate. I
tried guns. I didn't care for them. It was over too quickly. I
tried copying those torture porn films that you can hire out, but
pulling off someone's fingernails then slitting their throat from ear
to ear just didn't give me the same rush.
I
even tried strangulation with rope and appliance cord, but I had
problems with that too. No, it wasn't a strength thing, but rather
the fact that I couldn't see their eyes as they gasped for their last
breath. You see, it's that single moment, just before their life
slips away that I enjoy the most. That magical moment when my anger
for the male gender explodes in a blinding hatred for the man that's
touching me, and results in me sitting on them, riding them til they
burst in a creamy white load of excitement. That's what I enjoy the
most.
The
fame? Oh please. How shallow do you think I am, detective? I
didn't do this for fame or infamy. I did it to prove a point.
Mothers, make your sons take responsibility for their actions and
maybe, just maybe, they won't be prematurely deceased.
Is
our time up already? That's a shame. I was just getting to the good
parts. Don't worry detective, you'll find out everything in due
time. I shall see you tomorrow before the execution.
Oh, and detective? Before you go, there's something else I should probably tell you. You won't find them all. Not whole anyway.
Oh, and detective? Before you go, there's something else I should probably tell you. You won't find them all. Not whole anyway.
The Game
“Ooff.”
She
hit the wall face first. Her lover came up behind her, his erection
pressing into the small of her back. He twisted her arm behind her,
holding her firmly, his free hand roaming over her body.
They
had been teasing each other all day. They had gone to the beach
earlier and when she removed her cotton dress to reveal her ice blue
bikini, he nearly lost it right then and there. He had to wade out
into the water, until his erection went down. Needless to say, he
was in the water for a couple of hours before she decided to join
him.
He
had held her in his arms, running his hands over her smooth skin,
kissing and nibbling at her neck causing her to moan softly. His
hand had caressed her body, slipping beneath the waves, gliding over
her hip, and coming to a rest on the curve of her ass. He had
slipped his hand inside her swimsuit but she had swam off, glancing
over her shoulder, smiling teasingly at him. Of course, that caused
his cock to shoot skyward, and he found himself stranded in the ocean
while she walked along the sand, shooting him seductive looks every
now and then.
Now
he had her right where he wanted her. At his mercy.
He
grabbed her breasts, fondling her with firm hands, tugging at her
nipple that had become erect and was straining against her bikini
top. She gasped, her eyes closing briefly as he blew warm air on to
the back of her neck.
Sliding
his tongue over the nape of her neck, he kissed her flesh, the tip of
his tongue tingling as her body rocked against his, bumping his
throbbing erection.
Releasing
her arm, he pulled her body back against him, his hands making quick
work of her white cotton dress. He tossed it aside and removed his
shirt. She turned around to watch, her eye glinting in excitement,
her pink tongue wetting her lips.
He
frowned, tossing his shirt onto the chair. He grabbed her and
forcefully turned her around so she was facing the wall. “Phil?”
she said, her voice barely a whisper, hinting at how unsure she was.
Phil
smiled, lent in close and whispered in her ear, “I'm not going to
hurt you. But this is my game. And you have to play by my rules.”
His tongue dipped in her ear, his hands firmly planted on her bikini
clad hips, his thumbs looping inside the flimsy fabric.
He
pulled her bikini bottoms down slightly, exposing the curve of her
ass. His hands lingered for a moment before rubbing over her belly,
feeling her bellyring jingle as his palm waved over it before heading
south. His fingers rubbed her thighs, pulling them a little further
apart. She craned her neck, looking over her shoulder as two of his
fingers rubbed her between her thighs, his other hand resting on her
throat.
Tossing
her head back, she let out a low moan as she felt one of his fingers
tease her clitoris, rubbing the delicate bud gently before pulling
away. It was this last action that had her rocking her hips forward
and groaning in frustration. Phil let out a soft chuckle as he slid
one finger inside her, testing her readiness.
She
was warm and wet, her body inviting. As Phil's middle finger
plundered the very depths of her being, his thumb began slow
rotations on her clitoris. With her hands firmly planted against the
wall, she rocked her hips side to side, grinding herself on his hand.
As
their rhythm increased, her breathing quickened, her juices began to
flow uncontrollably as she let out a cry of undeniable pleasure.
Phil's
fingers didn't let up as her body convulsed, a sheen of sweat
lingering over her skin. Her face was flushed, her cheeks tinged
pink as she rode out her intense orgasm.
She
held onto the wall for balance, basking in the glow of her own
pleasures. She felt Phil pull away from her, heard him fumbling with
his pants, then felt the flesh of his cock as it began pressing
against her, begging to enter her swollen flesh.
She
shook her head, swallowing hard as he entered her with one swift
stroke. She whimpered. Every nerve in her body was alive and
tingling and she was certain she couldn't come again. His hand found
its way back to her clitoris, and continued to rub in a slow,
circular manner.
That
familiar tingling feeling prickled in her stomach. She couldn't
possibly have another orgasm in such quick succession. She leaned
back against him, breathing hard. “Come for me, baby,” Phil
grunted, slamming his rock hard cock into her warm, wanting body.
“Come for me.”
She
shook her head. “I can't,” she said breathlessly. “It's too
much.” Phil held her tighter, his free hand gripping her hips, his
nails digging into her creamy white flesh. He didn't let up. He
could feel her body respond to his manipulation. Her inner muscles
began grabbing at his cock, her body twitching as he quickened the
rhythm in which he slammed into her. His hand that was rubbing her
clitoris also quickened the pace.
“I'm
going to come,” he told her. “I want you to come with me.”
Her
response was throwing her head back, a throaty cry escaping her lips,
her hands tweaking her own nipples, fondling her breasts. Damn it
was sexy.
Phil
couldn't last any longer. With one last thrust, he came deep inside
her. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open
in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably as her second
orgasm washed over her. She could feel his juices mixing with hers.
Her legs shook and suddenly she was grateful to be able to lean
against the wall.
Her
body was glistening with sweat, her long blonde hair matted to her
back, her green eyes glassy with pleasure. Phil pulled out of her, a
steady trail of their mixed juices escaped her body, sliding down her
thighs.
He
dusted light kisses over her shoulders, his hands holding her hips
firmly. He gave a soft chuckle as she sighed in contentment.
“I
love you,” he whispered, moving her matted hair from around her
neck. He kissed it, his cock swelling in response as his hands
raised, cupping her breasts.
Craning
her neck, her eyes flicking open, she smiled in satisfaction. She
felt his erection bump against the small of her back and, for a brief
moment, Phil was convinced her saw her eyes dance with delight.
She
smiled seductively. “Ready for more?” she asked.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Hi From Rhiannon Irons
Hi everyone!
I know I've been a little slack lately and haven't been posting much so I thought I would drop you all a line to say hi and let you know what's happening.
I am focusing on Ahlephia and getting it finished. Of course, it wouldn't be me if I didn't have a couple of other projects in the works as well...Marooned is still going strong and I'm also putting my erotica to the test with a feature novel titled An Evening In Roma which I am very excited about.
If you're an avid reader of my blog (or my Twitter feed) you will know that I still am writing proudly for Truly Disturbing. At the moment, I am focusing on my monthly articles 'Horror Icon Of The Month' as well as 'It Came From Down Under' which looks at Australian horror films. My debate inducing columns have hit the preverbial brick wall as I seem to have run out of topics. If there is something you think I can debate, please feel free to leave me a message below or on Twitter.
I have a couple of short stories also in the works at the moment. A couple tales of erotica and a couple of horror. As per the norm, the horror ones are based on urban legends...so you've probably heard the tale before. Like always, I do try to put my own spin on them in hopes of keeping them fresh.
So now you know what I'm up to. I want to thank each and every one of you for all the support we've been getting over the course of the last three years. With 2012 being the fourth year that The Final Curtian is up and running, I can already tell it's going to be our best year ever! James will be back with some new material for us all, which I'm really excited about, and Trent will be back (in a couple of weeks) with new interview(s).
Thank you once again for taking a few moments out of your busy lives to read this. We appreciate it more than I can possibly say.
Lots of love,
Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons
I know I've been a little slack lately and haven't been posting much so I thought I would drop you all a line to say hi and let you know what's happening.
I am focusing on Ahlephia and getting it finished. Of course, it wouldn't be me if I didn't have a couple of other projects in the works as well...Marooned is still going strong and I'm also putting my erotica to the test with a feature novel titled An Evening In Roma which I am very excited about.
If you're an avid reader of my blog (or my Twitter feed) you will know that I still am writing proudly for Truly Disturbing. At the moment, I am focusing on my monthly articles 'Horror Icon Of The Month' as well as 'It Came From Down Under' which looks at Australian horror films. My debate inducing columns have hit the preverbial brick wall as I seem to have run out of topics. If there is something you think I can debate, please feel free to leave me a message below or on Twitter.
I have a couple of short stories also in the works at the moment. A couple tales of erotica and a couple of horror. As per the norm, the horror ones are based on urban legends...so you've probably heard the tale before. Like always, I do try to put my own spin on them in hopes of keeping them fresh.
So now you know what I'm up to. I want to thank each and every one of you for all the support we've been getting over the course of the last three years. With 2012 being the fourth year that The Final Curtian is up and running, I can already tell it's going to be our best year ever! James will be back with some new material for us all, which I'm really excited about, and Trent will be back (in a couple of weeks) with new interview(s).
Thank you once again for taking a few moments out of your busy lives to read this. We appreciate it more than I can possibly say.
Lots of love,
Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons
Friday, January 20, 2012
Nightmare Hospital
When
Alex opened his eyes, he knew he wasn't in his world any more. For
one thing, he was in his underwear and he couldn't remember the last
twenty-four hours. At least, not clearly anyway.
All
around him the scent of death and decay flooded his nostrils. Mould
clung to the walls, seeping from the cracks in the tiles. The lights
flicked on and off, adding to the eerie feel of the old hospital.
He
tried to stand, gripping hold of an old hospital bed as he forced
himself to his feet. His legs shook violently.
A
noise came from the hall. Alex's knuckles turned white as he gripped
the bed. His eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that he
could use as a weapon.
Across
the room there was a tray with surgical instruments lined up neatly.
The flicking bulb was directly above it. Alex grabbed a scalpel and
made his way to the double doors.
Peering
through the small window, he could see into the hall. It was dark,
and the walls were lined with shadows that seemed to be playing with
his mind. Alex took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Looking
around wildly, Alex confirmed his suspicions. He was indeed in an
old, abandoned hospital. The scent of death was stronger in the hall
then what it had been in the room. Seeping mildew and mould flooded
his nostrils like a scent from hell, while the floor was littered
with papers and upturned furniture. Alex sniffed. He could detect
the faintest scent of smoke. Something was on fire, and yet no alarm
rang out.
Slowly
he turned right and began walking down the hallway, approaching each
room with caution. If this was an old hospital, where was everybody?
Surely he wasn't here all alone.
His
bare feet made a soft thudding as he lightly jogged down the hall.
He stopped when he heard a noise. It sounded like someone was
crying. Tilting his head, Alex followed the sound. The soft sobbing
from coming from inside the morgue. Carefully he pulled opened the
door, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.
On
the floor near where they kept the cadavers laid a young woman. Like
him, she too was in her underwear, although hers was a lot sexier
than his simple white tank top and boxer briefs. She wore a lacy
white bra and matching panties with a pair of white heels. Her feet
were tied together, her hands behind her back and a pillow slip
covered her head.
Alex
reached out, gripping the pillow case in his hand before pulling it
off her. Her eyes blinked rapidly, desperately trying to get use to
the sudden influx of light. She was gagged. Alex watched her
struggle for a moment before removing the gag. She thanked him and
begged him to untie her.
It
took him a while to work the knots but eventually she was free. She
stood up, flipping her long chocolate brown hair over her shoulders
and shaking her legs out to reintroduce circulation. Alex licked his
lips as he stared at the young woman.
“I'm
Alex,” he said, extending his hand, eyes trained on her ample
cleavage that wasn't exactly well hidden by her barely there attire.
“Cordelia,” she replied, shaking his hand.
BANG!
Cordelia
gripped Alex's arm, her nails digging into his flesh. He winced,
baring his teeth as he watched the door. He held the scalpel out in
front of his body, his hand shaking. “What was that?” she asked,
her voice barely audible. Alex shrugged. Whatever it was, it was
gone.
“Come
on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the door.
Pausing, Alex carefully pressed his ear against the door. Nothing.
Slowly he pushed it open, motioning for Cordelia to follow. She did,
her eyes scanning the darkened corridors. “Where is everyone?”
she asked, as Alex closed the door to the morgue. “Your guess is
as good as mine,” he replied, rubbing his bare arms, his eyes
roaming over her body.
Cordelia
placed her hands on her hips when she caught him staring. “Do you
mind?” she asked, narrowing her dark eyes at him. Alex licked his
lips. “Not at all,” he replied with a wink. Cordelia rolled her
eyes in disgust, folding her arms across her breasts, attempting to
conceal them from Alex's view.
Another
loud bang made her jump. Alex turned towards where the sound had
come from. His eyes scanned the darkened hallway, searching for any
other signs of life.
“Someone's
down there,” he said softly, nodding in the direction the noise had
come from. Cordelia arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “No
shit,” she retorted. “But I've seen enough horror movies to know
this will never end well, so let's get the hell out of here.”
Alex
shook his head. “Someone else could need our help,” he reasoned,
taking a step. Cordelia didn't move. Alex sighed. “You can stay
here then,” he told her. “All by yourself while I go and see if
someone else is alive.” With that he turned and marched off down
the hall, scalpel in hand.
Cordelia
watched as he rounded the corner. She tapped her foot, the only
sound filling the corridor was that of her high heel. That is, until
something behind her groaned.
The
hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Eyes wide with fear, she
turned around slowly and screamed.
Cordelia's
scream could be heard for miles. Alex froze on the spot, hand on the
door handle to a doctor's office. His heart pounded in his chest,
threatening to break through the bones and skin. He craned his neck,
listening intently for the sound of her heels against the tiled
floor. Nothing.
Holding
the scalpel out in front of him, he raced back down the corridor,
rounding the corner and coming to a complete halt. What he saw made
his blood run cold. Where Cordelia had been standing was a large
pool of blood, the dark stain slowly inching its way along the floor
towards him.
Backing
up, Alex fell against the wall, his eyes still trained on the spot
where he had last left her. That vomit taste engulfed his mouth and
his cheeks puffed as his throat closed up. He shouldn't have left
her alone. His hand covered his mouth as horrid thoughts of her
demise sprung to his mind. Was she just decapitated or was her body
brutally mauled? Where was her body?
Shaking,
Alex got his feet. Cordelia was gone. He had to find a way out of
here and get some help because clearly something wasn't right.
Alex
turned around and began heading back to the doctor's office where he
had heard the noise. His shaking hand come to rest on the door knob
and gave it a turn. With a creak, the door opened to reveal a
grizzly sight.
Blood
lined the walls, the room trashed. Papers lined the floor, the desk
lamp was on the ground, its bulb flickering, adding to the eerie feel
of the room. The filing cabinet had been pushed over, its drawers
open, the files scattered all over the floor and desk. A still lit
cigarette smoldered slightly in a crystal glass ashtray.
“What
the hell happened here?” Alex said aloud to no one in particular.
The room was in such disarray that he began to wonder if Jason
Voorhees or Michael Myers had escaped the confinements of the
television into the realm of reality.
A
bloody hand print near the door caught his attention. Alex saw it
clear as crystal. He noticed that the hand print continued down the
wall, the bloody trail telling him that someone was dragged. He
followed the blood over to where the filling cabinet was. The trail
stopped.
Alex's
mind raced a million miles per second. He had so many questions and
no one to answer them. In frustration he let out a cry and kicked
the wall. The plaster broke, revealing old wires and pipes.
He
slumped against the wall. He shivered. It was starting to get cold.
His head turned to stare at the barren desk. On the chair there
hung a white lab coat. Alex got to his feet and quickly slipped it
on. Much to his surprise, it fitted perfectly.
He
sat down at the desk and began flicking through the files. The
computer light was on and it was humming away loudly, but the monitor
was broken, streaks of dried blood was etched on the glass fragments.
Alex sighed. Nothing was ever easy.
Flicking
through a file, he stopped cold. A patient file signed by one Doctor Gellar...for Cordelia.
“Cordelia Ambrosia Carpenter. Suicide watch.” Alex scanned the
rest of her file. She was apparently delusional and often seen
talking to herself. Doctors had diagnosed her as bi-polar.
Alex
leaned back, the chair creaking with his shifted weight. He picked
up another file by Doctor Gellar and began to read, hoping to unearth more clues.
“What
the fuck?”
Alex
sat straight up, his eyes widening. According to the file he held in
his hand the doctors at Oak Hills Hospital were working on a serum
that could combat the growth of cancer cells. They had a control
group of mental patients that they had tested the serum on, but with
dangerous consequences. According to the file, the patients began
craving human flesh and eventually began cannibalising the whole
town.
Shaking
his head, Alex couldn't believe what he was reading. His eyes
scanned the other pages, searching for something else. It turns out
that national guard was called in, killing the control group with a
round to the head and chest of each mental patient.
Alex
closed the file. He could have gone his whole life without knowing
about the secrets of Oak Hills Hospital. He got up out of the chair
and made his way over to the door, pulling it open and stepping into
the darkened hall.
A
groan from the end of the corridor made Alex's head snap around.
Standing in the doorway was a man covered head to toe in blood. Like
Alex, this man wore a doctor's lab coat.
“Holy
shit,” Alex mouthed, upon seeing the bloody sight. “Hey, are you
alright?”
The
man groaned in response, lurching forward at a slow steady pace
reserved only for zombies in movies. Alex took a couple of steps
closer. The stench of death was so strong that he began to choke.
The man lurched forward again, black tar-like substance fall from his
chapped lips while his flesh was rotting with a horrid yellow texture.
Alex
turned on his heel and ran back the way he came.
He
rounded the corner and came to a screeching halt. A wall of people
had appeared before him, moving at the same pace as the man Alex had
just encountered.
Trapped,
Alex began backing up slowly until his back was pressed against the
wall. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Zombies. Zombies
were real and the doctors at Oak Hills Hospital were responsible.
Desperately
searching for an escape, Alex noticed an air vent on the opposite
wall. He rushed over, pulled open the grate and hoisted himself up.
Pulling himself into the vent, Alex noticed that the scent of death
was getting stronger as the zombies advanced.
Crawling
along on his hands and knees, Alex followed the vent as it twisted
and turned around the hospital layout.
A
loud droning noise flooded his ears. As he crawled along, the noise
became louder. He rounded the corner only to come face to face with
an industrial fan. “Great,” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “Dead
end.” He wiggled his body backwards, when his foot hit another
vent entrance.
Kicking
out, Alex's foot broke through the grate, sending it crashing to the
ground. He climbed out of the vent, his eyes trying to refocus on
the lack of light. He was in what appeared to be an operating room.
Instruments of medicine were shelved, the overhead lights blinked
repeatedly and a small fire was raging in a bin full of medical
waste. Blood lined the walls and floor along with a black tar-like
substance. Alex remembered seeing the same black substance foaming
out the mouths of the zombies in the corridor.
Not
wanting to stick around and take his chances, Alex pulled open the
double doors and sprinted down the main corridor. His bare feet
thudded against the cold and blood stained tiles.
He
stopped when the corridor came to a dead end. He swore, slamming the
palms of his hands against the wall. A steel door caught his eye.
Well, to be more precise, the word 'Basement' that aligned the door
caught his eye.
Taking
a deep breath, Alex pulled open the door. The sound of dripping
pipes echoed as he slowly descended the stairs. He craned his neck
around the corner. “Hello?” he called. “Is someone there?”
He
took a step. Then another. The hairs on the back of his neck began
to prickle, his sense of paranoia heightened. He scratched his neck,
which he always did when he was nervous, as he approached the centre
of the room.
A
single hanging light bulb dimly lit the area directly beneath it.
Alex could see a table covered by a sheet. There was something under
it. With a shaking hand, Alex reached for the sheet...
“Doctor
Gellar!”
Alex
turned around. He was standing in his office, his back to the door.
The office was brightly lit, his computer hummed softly, his desk was
organised, his cigarette smouldering in the crystal ashtray and his
potted plant was growing at a healthy rate. "It was a nightmare," he sighed, staring out the window at the sun and the bluebirds chirping in the courtyard. "Just a nightmare."
The young man stood in
the doorway, a frustrated scowl on his face. “I asked if you were
ready for the presentation?” he said, impatiently tapping his
watch. “The board is ready and waiting.”
“What
presentation?” Alex asked, a perplexed look springing to his face.
The
man sighed and rolled his eyes. “The presentation on B1980. You
know, the drug that could possibly end cancer as we know it.”
Alex's
mind flashed back to the deserted and derelict hospital, the blood and the
zombies. The report that he read flashed through his memory. The
cannibalism of the town hit his memory like a ton of bricks.
Shaking
his head, Alex sat down at his desk. “No,” he said.
The
man at the door groan. “No what?”
“No,
I'm not ready. B1980 isn't ready to be tested. There's too many
questions left unanswered.”
The
man stared at him, arching an eyebrow, his middle finger pushing his
glasses up his nose. “What the hell are you talking about?” he
demanded. “We've tested the drug. Remember, Doc, we administered
it to me two weeks ago. I'm what you're presenting to the board.
The fact that B1980 is curing my bowel cancer. The cancer cells are
dropping and my life expectancy has risen.” The man scratched his
arm. Alex stared at him, his mouth gaping open.
For
as he scratched, chunks of his rotting, yellow flesh fell swiftly to
the floor...
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