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The Passions of Princesses – Jasmine’s Desire

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Jasmine’s Desire

(NSFW – Warning for Non-Consent)

 

The tapping noises grew louder outside my bedroom and I moved myself to lay my head against my tiger’s side. I was warm and comfortable, but as the footsteps grew closer his ears perked up, nose sniffing at the air and then lurching to his feet and prowling towards the door. “Shh, boy,” I smiled, sitting up slightly.

The fire roared higher as the door into my room opened and I had to lift my head away from the soft blankets to look. The man who breezed into the room had shoulder length dark hair and wore a beautiful white tunic embroidered with gold around the sleeves and neck. It was open enough to show a small crop of dark hair on his chest, and flowed around him as he walked towards me.

“Good evening, Princess.” He smiled, bowing, and removed his long golden cape and dropped it onto my bed. The silky sheets were almost perfectly smooth and inviting, with fabric drapes hanging all around the bed. I turned to face him and turned over onto my back.

“My Prince…” I smiled, “I wondered when I’d see you. I’ve missed you.”

The rug underneath me was warm from the fire and when Aladdin knelt beside me his hands started tracing along my bare ankles and up over my knees to my thighs. The light purple gown I’d put on for bed was thin, almost transparent, and I shivered through it despite the warmth. On seeing my eyes roll upwards with pleasure, little wrinkles formed at the sides of Aladdin’s eyes and a broad grin spread across his face. He brought his fingertips higher, pushing my gown upwards across my hips and stomach, his fingers lingering just a moment over the side of my breasts until he could take my cheek in his hand.

Rajah growled a little, his body perking up suddenly, causing my head to fall to the floor. I sighed, turning towards him, but Aladdin’s hand on my cheek held me still and then pulled me upwards to meet his lips. As soon as his lips pressed against mine I was lost in his kiss, my hands wrapping around his broad, muscular shoulders and nails digging gently into his skin, urging him to be closer to me, inside me.

“I think someone was jealous…” Aladdin laughed, moving my long black hair away enough to kiss the side of my neck. His lips lingered with each kiss, his tongue gently flicking out and tickling me, teasing me until my back arched and pressed me against him harder. “I love you…” He whispered against the skin of my shoulder, his fingers caressing across my stomach and then settling on my thigh. Just as he started to shift the light purple fabric away, his fingertips making little circles along my leg, there was a deep growling from behind us and then an almighty crashing sound, as though thunder had struck all around the room.

There was a flash of light, and the room, the rug and even the feeling of Aladdin pressed against me melted away to blackness.

When I awoke I couldn’t see anything but black. Something rough was wrapped around my face, covering my eyes and tickling my eyelashes as I tried to blink myself awake. Everything was heavy and a cold feeling spread along within my bones as I tried to move and realised that I couldn’t. The harder I tried to move my hands and arms the more the tight rope bit into the skin of my wrists, the same with my legs as it cut around the skin of my ankles.

Something brushed past me and I jumped, trying desperately to pull myself free. But as the panic began to explode within my chest I realised that I couldn’t even form the sounds to scream, some sort of fabric was tightly wrapped around my face, holding my tongue still.

“Be still, my dear…” A voice whispered, close enough to my face to feel breath on my skin. It was low and growly, and as soon as I heard it cold dread spread all the way to my fingertips as I fought against the bindings holding me in place.

“I’m here, I’ll keep you safe,” Jafar continued, punctuating his words with a short little laugh. “We’re all here for you, Princess. Why don’t you look and see?”

I felt fingers trace up my cheek, long nails scratching my skin gently before the rough fabric across my eyes fell away. The brightness of candles positioned around me made my eyes water, and I blinked furiously trying to see what the shapes around me were and how much danger I was in. The first thing that was obvious were the bars around me on each side, a cage containing me but leaving hardly enough space to move in – if I had been capable of moving at all.

It was obvious though, as the tall, sharp-featured man moved around from behind me, that the bars of the cage were wide enough apart to reach through. He was quite striking, his dark eyes sparkling in the candle light, his red and black robe open down the front enough for me to see his chest; muscular and smooth. His hair was long and black, fanning around him like a cape.

His hand reached inside the cage’s bars and towards my face. I tried to turn my head to the side but pulled against ropes holding my neck and hair tight. His fingertip was rough as he traced it down my cheek and across my lips, and then dropped his hand to my chest. It was then that I realised I was naked.

The ropes wound around me held me tightly at the shoulders and underneath my breasts, forcing them out and squeezing them tightly. In the cold of the room my nipples were hard and the warmth of his hand made me try to shrink away, but when I couldn’t I closed my eyes and thought about Aladdin, hoping that he was alright. I’m not sure if I tried to whisper his name, but the hand on my breast fell away and there was another deep laugh.

“He’s here too,” Jafar smiled, as I opened my eyes and looked around. “Do you want him too?” The shadows among the candles began to move as Jafar held out his hand and beckoned someone forward. Bare-footed steps came towards my cage, and I glanced to my sides trying to work out a way to free my wrists. They were bound tightly with rope to the cage around me, up above my head, elaborate knot work winding around my elbow and wrist. Solid and tight.

I was about to try screaming again when Aladdin’s face appeared by the cage. My heart leapt and I struggled against the gag. I love you, I wanted to tell him. It’ll be alright.

But his face didn’t change. His eyes were glazed over, as though not seeing me at all. His lips were slightly open, his arms by his side and unmoving. I glanced towards Jafar and felt my chest cramp at his smug little smile.

“Even your little pet has come to be with you, Princess,” he finished, and I caught sight of Rajah, a big iron collar around his neck, his eyes glazed over and as unfocussed as Aladdin’s.

“Blindfold her again,” Jafar commanded, and Aladdin’s body jerked into motion. I lost sight of him as he moved behind me and pressed the blindfold back on, but his fingers on my cheeks felt softer, warmer than Jafar’s, and I wished more than anything that he could hold me.

Lips pressed against the back of my neck, so similar to how it had felt lying with him on the rug by the fire in my bedroom. I could almost convince myself that I was back there, but then in the darkness, fingertips began to move up the inside of my thigh. It was gentle and tickled slightly, little hot pulses resonating up through my abdomen reflexively. My cheeks began to burn as I could feel goosebumps appear across my arms and legs. I didn’t even know who was touching me, but my body didn’t seem to care. Another caress against my breasts made me jump as more hands touched me, nails digging into my skin and lips kissing down my spine.

I breathed out, trying to clear my head, but every touch made my body quiver, not knowing who or where or when the next touch would come from.

The fingers that were tickling up my thigh finally reached the top of my legs and danced across my lips. At the same time, other hands found my breasts and held them tightly, pinching at my nipples until I began to moan around my gag. I had to believe that my Aladdin was in there somewhere, I had to think of him and only him.

Wetness grew between my legs as a long, thin finger slid up inside me. I clenched, trying to fight against the ropes again, feeling them cut into my ankles. My legs were being held so still, ankles apart to each corner, with my knees bound to the bars of the cage so that I couldn’t move, but as another finger opened me, I felt my whole world spin and if I had been holding myself up I would have fallen. So many hands, so many caresses, touching me all over.

A wet tongue licked across my neck and I flinched, consumed by all the different hands on me, and the tight feeling of having three or four fingers pushed up deep inside. The anticipation of never knowing where the next touch would come made everything feel so much more intense. Each caress made me whimper, tensing my whole body and shaking as more and more sensations fluttered across my body.

But there was no sign which touches came from which person. The fingers massaging the inside of me retreated slightly, one finger circling teasingly against my clit, slick with my wetness. A quick and deep pressure against it caused all of my muscles to tense, and then they rubbed harder, teasing my opening at the same time. I couldn’t believe how intense the feelings were, as a loud banging sound echoed around the room and the cage bars squeaked.

The hands on me let go and after a few seconds my arms were free, and then my legs. I buckled over, but strong arms caught me and I felt the familiar scar Aladdin had on his shoulder. Knowing who it was, I cuddled into him, just hoping and wishing for him to take me away. But just as the blindfold had become saturated with tears I hadn’t known I was crying and became transparent, I saw the shape of Jafar in front of us. Aladdin laid me at his feet.

It was too dark to see anything as they manipulated my body, my hands still bound together and two strong men turning me over onto my back. Beneath me was something soft, and as I was about to fight the hands that held me, Jafar spoke again.

“Take off her blindfold.” He commanded, and I felt my love’s hands caress my ear as the fabric fell away. Jafar had removed his robe, his smooth shoulders and arms silhouetted against the candles. Aladdin’s tunic was open too, bruising quite clear across his chest where he’d obviously tried to fight. My heart ached for him. This was supposed to be our special night.

“Hold her down,” Jafar smiled up at Aladdin and then leant forward over me. “Now, Princess,” he smirked, then smiled as he held my breast, running the tip of his tongue across my nipple. “I want you to enjoy this…”

I tried to fight, but Aladdin’s hands held me tightly. “No!” I pleaded softly as Jafar’s hands touched my eyelids, little tiny sparks of tingling electricity flowing from his fingertips and settling down onto my face. I tried to pull away but soon the will to fight left me and it was all I could do to admire his dark eyes, thick eyelashes, soft hair. Jafar was so handsome I felt an ache through my abdomen for me.

My breath caught in my throat as he moved up his knees in between my thighs. I could see how big and hard he was, and the touch of Aladdin’s hands against my wrists made the whole experience more sensual, risky and erotic. Dangerous. I tickled Aladdin’s wrist with my fingers as Jafar held himself above me, hearing both of them breathe hard, shuddering with obvious need to touch me. Then, they did.

A small bead of liquid dripped from Jafar’s hard length onto my stomach as he held my hips and guided himself towards my opening. My legs were pinned open, my lips hot and ready to be taken. The feeling of being touched, held, kissed and licked made the hot fire in my belly ignite, Aladdin’s kisses on my neck combining with Jafar’s sharp nails on my waist. I lowered my guards and the spell overtook me and I let myself sink into its warmth.

Jafar had a smooth chest and dark, masculine eyes, but he wasn’t mine. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. Aladdin, with his rugged charm, watched silently as Jafar pushed himself inside me. When Jafar thrust himself against me harder, his teeth bit into my bottom lip and his tongue gently massaged mine. I let out an involuntary gasp, submitting to the artificial pleasure.

I was tight and I felt Jafar shiver slightly as he worked himself inside me. The pain that was throbbing inside seemed unreal as I was completely lost in the embrace. I felt an ache for him to take me, all of me, that I wanted nothing more than to be his forever. The hands on my wrists let go but I didn’t move, forgetting all about my love and wanting to escape. I had forgotten everything but the ecstasy of his embrace. My hips pushed upwards against him, grinding against his hips and bringing a low moan to Jafar’s lips.

His strong arms pulled me over until I was on top of him and I followed eagerly. My hands felt around for his hair and I moved the long strands away from his face, pressing my lips against his neck and gently nibbling and licking at his skin. He pulled me tighter towards him, forcing my hips down on his until he was so deep it ached.

Warm hands from behind ran across my shoulders and I heard Aladdin’s voice whispering my name. He moaned, running his hands down my shoulder blades and across my bum. His voice from earlier, whispering how much he loved me, echoed in my head for a few moments as I rode Jafar, pulling my hips up and then down, my hands running across his smooth chest and tongue eagerly licking at his.

“I love you…” I heard his words again in my head and something cracked. I felt disjointed, my body making movements that I had no control over. The feeling of Jafar beneath me made me feel sick, wrong, and Aladdin pressed against my back, his hard length pushing against my bum. This wasn’t how we were supposed to be together for the first time, and I managed to fight against him for only a moment before pain pulsed up my back and he inched slowly inside my ass.

“Don’t fight it…” Jafar whispered at me, and the words felt hypnotic. The pain receded and each little movement that either of them made caused a wave of excitement to vibrate around me. Aladdin’s lips found my neck and kissed across my skin, Jafar’s tight grip moving me rhythmically in time with each of them. Aladdin thrusting hard against my bum, so tight that it verged on pain, but more electric than I could imagine.

I felt so full that I could burst, but it was comforting, the little explosions of pleasure around my whole body intensifying until I found myself screaming against the gag.

Jafar’s moans became louder and I felt both men’s movements become erratic. The more Jafar lost himself to the pleasure, though, the more clear my thoughts became. I turned my head to Aladdin, whose face was still blank, though little flutters of emotion seemed to come across him as I caught his gaze. “I love you!” I whispered, finally having the force of will to reach up and pull the gag from my mouth.

My words made him flinch and I felt him pull forcibly out of my ass. It hurt so badly that fresh tears sprung to my face, but I felt a wave of relief at him being free. Jafar’s eyes rolled back in his head and his fingernails dug so deep into my hips as he rode me that small droplets of blood trickled across my skin.

“Stop!” Aladdin shrieked, rolling sideways and pulling me hard away from Jafar. The look of anger on Jafar’s face made me pause as I toppled sideways. With a wave of his hand another thunder clap of power shook the room and my head spun. I managed to fight the onset of nausea and blackness, my eyes focussing on Aladdin’s face as it fell still. Jafar pushed himself up until he was standing towering over us, and then ordered Aladdin to stand.

My love stood instantly, on command, and my stomach lurched. I could never beat Jafar. He was just too powerful. He could take whatever we wanted and we couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Bring her back to the cage,” Jafar commanded.

Aladdin’s hands grabbed my arms and lifted me easily, and as tears began to flow freely down my face I glanced up expecting to see his blank, expressionless face.

But he was smiling, and winked at me. I gasped a little, then caught sight of Jafar behind him and let my face fall. Aladdin winked at me again and started to carry me towards the cage where Jafar was standing by the open door.

With one fluid movement, Aladdin let go of me and spun around, knocking the back of Jafar’s legs and pushing him into the cage. At the same time I spun across and pushed the cage door shut, just in time for Aladdin to pull back and lock Jafar into the cage.

I worried for a moment what the plan was now, considering how strong Jafar’s powers were. I expected him to spell us into letting him out, but the sizzling of little electrical flashes hit off some invisible force around the cage.

Jafar cursed. “How dare you?” He asked, battering the cage bars with his hands. He was able to reach through them but the lock had no mechanism, and I had already spotted the key in his robes that lay on the floor beside the swathes of fabric on the bed.

Relief flooded through me and I leaned back against Aladdin, my hands gripping his arm and pulling it around me protectively. His arms encircled me and I noticed that neither man’s arousal had dissipated. Both of us still stood completely naked, our bodies pressed against each other tight. I never wanted to let him go again.

Jafar had been so close to release when we had stopped, and I noticed his gaze focussed on my hips intently. I swayed my hips slightly and his pupils followed me.

With a little look between the two men I grinned and took hold of Aladdin’s hand, pulling him towards the bed. “I think we should show Jafar what it means to be in love for real…” I whispered, and Aladdin’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he agreed, lifting me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist. He was hard instantly, pressing against my stomach as we kissed. He lowered me down onto the bed and spread my legs, kissing all the way from my ankle up to my sweet spot between my legs. I moaned as he licked deep inside me, his lips sucking on my skin gently.

The more I cried out, I heard Jafar curse, rattling the cage bars harder. His magic cracked and hit around inside the cage with him, but never penetrated out far enough to hit us.

When I was wet and hot and ready for him, Aladdin moved himself up and kissed me gently on the lips. I could taste myself on his tongue as he explored deep inside my mouth. His arms held me tightly, lovingly, as he entered me. He was big, and I tensed around him as the full length of him slid up inside me. The warmth and comfort that I felt was unlike anything before, and we existed in pure bliss, thinking and feeling nothing but the excitement of being together.

His hands held my breasts as he groaned, pushing harder and harder into me until finally I felt him tense, shuddering around me. The throbbing that pulsed out from my clit grew and grew as he continued to grind against me, his teeth gently grazing the skin on my neck.

I screamed my release around his lips, whispering ‘I love you’ over and over as the feelings exploded through my body. His skin, so warm, pressed against mine, his hands on my cheek, hips against mine. Still inside until we had come back to our senses, his lips still whispering softly in my ear, kissing my earlobe and holding me against him.

Eventually I had no option but to remember my surroundings again and look up. We kissed tenderly, our bodies quivering and shaking, little beads of sweat dripping across my breasts. I was acutely aware of Jafar’s snarling as I grabbed the keys from the pile of robes and picked myself up on shaky legs. I wrapped some of the fabric around myself and walked across to free Rajah, knowing that I was swaying my bum, walking by very close to Jafar. I wanted him to see what he was missing, and I grinned a little as I dropped the iron collar to the floor. “Now, Raj, what do you say we go home now and leave the evil, frustrated man stuck in the cage all by himself?”

Aladdin appeared behind me and hugged me to him. Together we looked around at Jafar, then clasped our hands together and the three of us walked out of the room.

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Disobedience and Grace – Erotica short fiction

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Disobedience and Grace – By SquirreLeah

Grace knelt on the bed with her long black hair in ringlets falling across her bare shoulders. The black satin top hung low across her arms and chest, leaving more seen than unseen as she leant forward onto all fours. The bed was soft and she lay down sprawled across it, leaning closer to where Cora sat on the chaise lounge. Her matching bloomers were edged with red lace, and it tickled her thighs as she played with the little drawstring that secured them. Cora sat with a little smile on her lips, watching the movement of Grace’s fingers across the drawstring.

“Stop teasing,” Cora growled, crawling forward towards the bed, “and show me.”

“But, Cora!” Grace exhaled, dropping the drawstring. She pursed her lips into a small smile, trying her best to be calm, treating the whole affair with a sense of propriety. It was absurd, of course, to bring propriety into such a situation but learned behaviours were difficult to break.

“Yes! Come now, Grace, and let me see!”

Grace’s pouted lips broke into a wide smile though her dark eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks blushing red in the heat of the small bedroom, and perhaps embarrassment.

“Samuel will have my head if he ever finds out…” She continued, turning onto her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. “You know how precious he is about his workshop.”

She gave herself a moment to watch Cora, and from the upside down view she was every bit as breathtaking. Her auburn hair was far lighter than Grace’s and straight, fanning around her smooth and perfect. With only a white chemise down to her knees, her body seemed curvy but perfectly proportioned, her hips wide and waist so small sometimes Grace worried it would break. Grace’s gaze lingered at where the fabric curved across Cora’s chest,  so thin that the outlines of her nipples were shadows against the white.

“Stop stalling and show me.” Cora whispered, moving closer with each word until her hands gripped the edge of the bed and her face was directly above Grace’s. An auburn curtain circled around them, isolating Grace’s vision until Cora’s dark blue eyes were all that she could see. Her face was so close that Grace gulped, fighting the urge to reach up and touch the soft curve of Cora’s cheek.

“Alright. I’ll show you.”

Cora’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the oil lamps. “Good.” Cora lowered her head until Grace could feel her soft lips brush against hers. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment she hoped.

But Cora pulled back, walking around the bed towards Grace’s bedside table. “Is it in here?”

The words made Grace’s heart quicken, a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Yes,” she whispered. “Bottom drawer.”

Grace watched Cora bend down, the curve of her buttocks silhouetted against the light from the lamp on the table. Though she couldn’t see, she heard the sound of the straps clicking against one another as they were lifted out from the drawer.

Cora giggled as she spun around, dropping the mass of leather and metal onto the bed in a little pile. “It’s heavier than I thought.”

Grace nodded, trying to blink away the apprehension. “It is hollowed steel, that’s why the leather straps had to be so strong,” she replied, then bit her lip. Cora’s eyes were focussed on the leather, her fingers reaching out to pick each strap up, trying to untangle it or make sense of what she was seeing.

With a gulp, Grace lifted herself up and crawled closer. “Would you like me to show you?” Her voice came out breathier than she’d intended. Cora nodded, her eyes finally showing something Grace could, perhaps hopefully, identify as lust or desire.

Two of the brown leather straps had small brass buckles, and the other two were continuous, looping around each other. “Stand up,” Grace commanded, finally dealing with something familiar and exact, something she knew how to deal with. Cora did as she was asked, but Grace paused, kneeling on the floor with the device held in her hands. “You’ll need to take this off,” Grace’s eyes flicked up from the hem of Cora’s chemise to her eyes.

Without hesitation the white cloth was dropped to the floor, exposing the flawless skin that Grace tried not to see. She arranged two of the leather loops in a figure of eight, motioning for Cora to step into them. She did so, her small toes curling around the hairs on the sheepskin rug. Cora was so confident, wearing her perfect curves with as much ease as she did clothed.

Grace unbuckled the other two straps and gripped the base of the long metal shaft as she edged the whole thing up Cora’s legs until they reached the top of her thighs. The steel phallus was fixed to a thick leather triangle, covering everything that Grace blushed to see, and as she worked to tighten the straps and buckle the sides her hands shook, brushing against the warmth of Cora’s skin.

On the back the straps met together, criss crossing together. A smaller triangle sat neatly in the space just above her buttocks, set with a small little wind-up key shaped painstakingly into an elaborate brass butterfly.

When it was secured Grace pulled herself back and stood up tall, admiring her creation. It was beautiful and shining, curving upwards from Cora’s pelvis proudly, never discreet. It was sensual, sexual and dangerous, completely eliminating any desire she’d ever had for a man. The straps holding it on were carved with a swirling pattern to hide the wires that fed around from the key to the front. It was such a proud moment and she took the time to admire it being worn by someone so incredibly beautiful that it seemed she would never be able to look away.

“Incredible.” Cora breathed, turning around to see the large oval mirror set into the wall behind her. She moved her hips around, looking at it from every angle, her eyes wide with wonder. Finally her fingers trailed down across her stomach to her hips, touching the leather straps and following them across her pelvis until they could run along the length of metal.

Grace gulped, her breasts heaving out of the silk top that clung loosely to her shoulders. “What do you think?” She asked, fearing to move lest she spill her emotions across the room.

“How does it work?” Cora asked, taking a step towards Grace. The movement was abrupt and unlike her. She was always ever so graceful. But no, it couldn’t be desire, could it? It couldn’t be passion causing her to lose herself the way Grace did every time they were together, could it?

Finally Grace willed herself to move closer, taking hold of Cora’s hips and turning her around to face away from her, towards the mirror again. She could see her hands pale against Cora’s skin, feel the heat between them for the brief moment until she had to let go. The little butterfly was sitting still, waiting for them.

“Are you ready?” Grace asked, her mouth close to Cora’s ear. A shiver ran down Cora’s spine and Grace felt it like electricity pulsing between them. Excitement and fear rode her mind as she gripped the key and began to turn.

A violent gasp from Cora made her fingers stop turning, her hand reaching to make sure that everything was alright. Had something gone wrong?

But when she spun around Cora’s eyes were wide, her hand reaching out to take Graces and place it between her breasts. Her lips parted as her chest heaved, a faint whirring sound coming from between their hips.  Cora’s whole body shuddered and she fell towards Grace, holding her hands to steady her. “Incredible,” she whispered. “I didn’t think…”

Grace couldn’t speak, seeing the shudders running through Cora’s body, her breasts swaying and back arching. More than anything she wanted Cora to kiss her, let her feel the intense pulsating around the steel too, as it was meant to be used – together.

The mechanism continued down further inside the leather, as Cora had discovered, and when Grace reached out and ran her finger down the shaft, it vibrated up her arm and forced more pressure downwards into Cora. Cora almost screamed, her hands reaching out to take Grace’s hips and pull them closer. But before Cora’s fingers found the little silk drawstring the springs inside the key ground to a halt and Cora fell still.

They watched each other silently, both out of breath and shaking.

Finally Cora smiled and Grace let out the breath she’d been holding. The first laugh brought more laughs, and once again the room seemed calm and relaxed. “Help me out of this, huh?” Cora smiled, her shaking fingers struggling to undo the buckles.

Grace nodded, and quickly slipped the straps down to the floor, careful not to look at what she was exposing of Cora.

“So,” she grinned, tucking all the straps back into the drawer. “What do you think?”

“I think we are going to be very, very rich.”


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The Ball – Trifextra

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The first time I saw the ball it flew up high. Bark! I ran to it, mouth wide. Bark, bark! I was on it, caught it. Bark, bark. Woof!

Grr. I woke up.

Whine. There is no ball.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trifextra Flash Challenge:

We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each.  We’re going low-brow on your this week.  Or not.  Can you class it up under these restrictions?  Give us your best. To clarify, we are giving you 5 words.  We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38. Good luck! – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.SvadNlJo.dpuf


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‘Messy Love’ – for Indies Unlimited

Prompt for IU Flash Fiction Challenge

Messy Love – By SquirreLeah
“What is it?” I asked the waiter. The table was scattered with many unfamiliar treats but the offending piece was a lump of opaque jelly on the end of my fork. It was slimy, juicy, and the smell wasn’t entirely unpleasant, just strong on the garlic.

“Does it matter, madame?” The waiter smiled, “Per’aps you should try it first? Just take a little bite.” Pushy. His thick French accent reminded me of where I was, stuck in France alone, far from my James.

“Snails, right?” The waiter just continued to smile, and I continued to choke. If they were so damn tasty why smother their smell? Should I eat it or not? Would it be daring and exciting or would I end up heaving across the delicately arranged food?

People around started to stare. They wanted to get to the table and I was blocking it. They muttered in French. Finally, with a shudder, I quickly threw it in my mouth and swallowed, managing to entirely bypass the taste or texture.  Almost immediately my throat clenched and I knew it was coming back, but before I could rush off I heard a shout.

“No!”

It was James rushing towards me. As he came close I gargled and sprayed watery goo all across the floor. The little blob fell with a flop onto the carpet.

I was more horrified when I saw a glistening spec of gold amongst the mess, a diamond ring.

James bit his lip. “Will you marry me?”

 

(250 words @DeviouSquirrel)


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Back to Blogging!

Hey! You might note that things have changed now I’m back. I’m Leah, I’m squirrelly, and I’m writing fiction!

I’ve started writing another novel (and shelved editing my last because I think due to inexperience, it’s not really worth salvaging). I’d be better re-writing it with all that I’ve learned in the process. My new novel is The Invasion of Meribius and it’s a fantasy erotica novel. I’ve only just started it, and at about 6700 words in, I already decided I needed to change from first person to third. I don’t know why that was, but it was just really hard to write. Seemed forced. Couldn’t get ‘in the zone’ but since I’ve changed it (some of it, I’m still going through editing the previous scenes) it’s been coming a lot easier. Good stuff, right?

In order to help myself stay focussed, I’m going to participate in: WIP500, the aim of which is to write at least 500 words a day. At the end of the year, the idea is that you’ll have written 182.5k words. Well, 2014 has just started, so I thought it would be a grand idea to try. Considering this is the first novel I’ve written that seems to have expanded itself and its world so large that I think I’m going to have to write a trilogy just to get it all out, I think that’s a goodly sum of words!

In other news, I think I’ve mentioned that I suffer with Bipolar. Last year was a really tough year, hence why I ended up falling away from blogging and writing quite a lot. I lost my job, my boyfriend and most of my friends because of how I was feeling. I’m still not working, but at the end of last year I finally found medication – Lamotrigine – which fixes me. Not ‘helps control my moods’ or ‘stops me feeling quite so depressed’ but literally, changed everything about me.

It’s fantastic. I’ve been ill with bipolar since I was 14, though we didn’t know about it. I was on a similar drug for epilepsy until I was 14, so I figure it had been helping me with the bipolar as a side effect. So, when you look at it, Bipolar stole 10 years of my life. It’s been hell most of the time. Ups and downs and roundabouts, that eventually made me lose pretty much everything.

But now that I’m back? Well, I want to make up for lost time. I’m applying to University to do a props and costume making degree (and if I don’t get in I imagine I’ll start my own business doing it anyway) and I want to finally write some novels and hopefully get published.

I’m also on my way to losing the 5.5 stone that I need to get back to my goal weight that I was in the past. I’ve lost 1.5stone already. Lots more to go.

The reason I’m sharing is to explain why I’ve been away and why everything’s so different. I expect my writing will have changed (hopefully for the better, but I imagine the time off will have taken it’s toll too).

It’s good to be back. Happy 2014 everyone!

 

Leah xxx


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From the Riverside

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“Come to me, little one,” I smiled, kneeling beside the river. The stones bit into my knees but he was so close, his skin slick and eyes bright orange. I had to have him.

“Come with me and I’ll put you somewhere safe,” I tempted him, holding my hand out.

He took a step towards me, his long tail swishing to the side.

“Come to me and I’ll give you purpose.”

Finally he was close enough, it had worked a charm; his little body swayed as he tentatively stepped up onto my finger. It was wet and cold, but I flushed with relief as he flit around my fingers, his little tiny feet clinging to my skin as I turned over my palm. His eyes lost their fear and he realised he was safe.

“Come on,” I cooed, standing up and hovering my hand over the jar. His grip tightened around my ring finger as I tried to pick him off, finally dropping him into the glass with a wet splat. “Let’s go home.”

At home, I placed the jar on the shelf. He watched every move that I made with innocent eyes. He didn’t move when I opened the side door to the bird cage and hardly protested when I placed the jar inside and opened it.

I watched as he climbed out, trusting me and believing that I had brought him back to safety, to purpose. He didn’t notice the beak closing in on him until it was too late. And then he was gone.

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246 words

Part of the Trifecta writing challenge. The prompt word was ‘Charm’ and the definition was “

3: to control (an animal) typically by charms (as the playing of music)”


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One Mind, Shattered – Friday Fictioneers

A rather sad little story to get back into this here writing thing… From Friday Fictioneers.

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One Mind, Shattered

We sit together by the gloom of candle light. I can only watch my hands, paper and pot of ink.  

“Write it.” He demands.

I almost protest but fear holds my tongue. My heartbeat quickens as the ink starts to pool under my pen.

I start to write with tears blurring my eyes. ‘I’m sorry, mum, dad. I love you all but…’

I write it in shaky script; they need to understand. Then when I’m done he is there to lead me by the hand.

I am up at the window when I finally look at him.

He is me.

I jump.

 

(102words) @DelilahEDay

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