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July 3, 2017
MONDAY MEME
HER DREAM LOVER
The night was like velvet against her skin as she dropped her wrap and waded into the ink-blue sea. As soon as the water reached her thighs she leaned into its cool caress and began to swim along a moonlit pathway to the rocks.
Climbing out onto a weed-covered ledge she lay down and let the moonlight have its way with her.
She was so entranced by the lure of the night that she didn’t hear the faint splash of another swimmer, and nor was she aware when something clambered onto her resting place.
Her first real awareness was the feeling of a pair of big hands, one grasping her wrists as they lay above her head and another turning her chin so she looked into a pair of completely lightless eyes. She smiled, and nodded, willing him to fulfil her dream, and lifting her body towards him in mute invitation. He stilled her movement with his calloused palms, caressing the column of her throat before turning his attention to her moon-silvered skin, licking and biting until she could no longer keep still. She moved again, lazily and slumbrously, and she could have sworn she heard a grunt of satisfaction from the male who held her in his thrall.
As he made her his she stared into the eyes of the moon, unable to do anything other than feel. It was a great sense of loss to her when he was done, and his weight lifted from between her thighs.
Then he was gone, leaving only a trail of phosphorescent bubbles to show her kelpie lover wasn’t a dream….
July 2, 2017
A snippet
“And keep your eyes open for a dragon on a Harley Davidson.”
Constable Willet stopped in his tracks.
“A what?”
The desk sergeant looked up from his computer.
“You heard me.”
Outside the station, the young policeman looked down at his partner. Badger cocked an ear.
“What’s your problem?”
“Dragons can't ride motorcycles.”
The canine cop stopped in his tracks.
“You may have a point.”
Willet grinned.
“See, I'm not completely stupid.”
He wasn't to know what Badger thought of that because the distinctive note of a Harley Davidson engine split the air. The motorcycle careered around the corner, rearing up onto one wheel and mounting the pavement before hurtling down the road bouncing off street furniture as it went.
Badger sat back on his haunches.
“That proves your point. Dragons really can't ride motorbikes.”
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Constable Willet stopped in his tracks.
“A what?”
The desk sergeant looked up from his computer.
“You heard me.”
Outside the station, the young policeman looked down at his partner. Badger cocked an ear.
“What’s your problem?”
“Dragons can't ride motorcycles.”
The canine cop stopped in his tracks.
“You may have a point.”
Willet grinned.
“See, I'm not completely stupid.”
He wasn't to know what Badger thought of that because the distinctive note of a Harley Davidson engine split the air. The motorcycle careered around the corner, rearing up onto one wheel and mounting the pavement before hurtling down the road bouncing off street furniture as it went.
Badger sat back on his haunches.
“That proves your point. Dragons really can't ride motorbikes.”
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June 30, 2017
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June 27, 2017
Free fiction
Maryam sat with her back against the bole of an ancient olive tree and felt the warmth of the earth as a benison. She had stood, dry eyed, at the place of the skull until she was sure her husband was truly dead and then walked away. Walked until she could put one foot in front of the other no longer. She was very tired now.
Her swollen ankles throbbed, and the stranger in her belly moved so that a small hand or foot could briefly be seen pressing the loose linen of her robe. She felt a tear run down her face and wiped it away with her dusty fingers.
“Oh my love,” she said bitterly, “what of your promise now? Did you not vow to be mine for all our days?”
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Her swollen ankles throbbed, and the stranger in her belly moved so that a small hand or foot could briefly be seen pressing the loose linen of her robe. She felt a tear run down her face and wiped it away with her dusty fingers.
“Oh my love,” she said bitterly, “what of your promise now? Did you not vow to be mine for all our days?”
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June 19, 2017
Dragon's Downfall
The dragon regarded his talons with elaborate casualness.
"And this concerns me because?"
The woman woman cast down her eyes so he couldn't see the flare of anger in their depths.
"It concerns you because you were supposed to be guarding her."
"She dismissed me," the dragon sounded defiant.
"And this concerns me because?" The woman’s voice was as cold and pointed as a steel blade.
He lifted his eyes and stared at his interlocutor.
“By what right does a human question a dragon?”
“The right of a child whose mother was murdered while her guard dragon slept.”
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"And this concerns me because?"
The woman woman cast down her eyes so he couldn't see the flare of anger in their depths.
"It concerns you because you were supposed to be guarding her."
"She dismissed me," the dragon sounded defiant.
"And this concerns me because?" The woman’s voice was as cold and pointed as a steel blade.
He lifted his eyes and stared at his interlocutor.
“By what right does a human question a dragon?”
“The right of a child whose mother was murdered while her guard dragon slept.”
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June 16, 2017
June 11, 2017
A plea in the form of a limerick
If you grabbed yourself one book or two
At little or no cost to you
And it’s given you pleasure
Enlivened your leisure
Then please post a bloody review
June 8, 2017
Here be dragons...
DRAGONHEART
In Dragonheart there are no second chances
The dragon spiralled down out of the sunset, with the orange light setting his skin aflame so that he looked as if he was made of oil and steel. Tia stood and watched, wryly noting the Diamond Throne banner, whilst being careful not to move or speak until the shining one's feet touched the ground and he furled his wings.
She bowed her head in a formal gesture of welcome.
"Greetings lady," the voice inside her head was deeper than she expected. This must be a full male, which meant he would be a shifter as well. He would bear watching. Carefully.
"Greetings, bright one."
The dragon regarded her out of whirling multi-faceted eyes before bowing his head. The silence lengthened, and seemed to Tia that her uninvited guest was trying to make her nervous with his lack of comment. She broke the silence in a deliberately small voice.
"What does my lady mother want of me?"
"Naught. She would merely ascertain that you are well."
Tia cast down her eyes so he could not see her contempt.
"Perhaps my lord dragon would care to assume his human form and venture inside, to where we can speak in more comfort."
If it was possible for a dragon to look puzzled, he did so.
"May one ask what makes you think this dragon has a human form?"
For a moment Tia dropped her shield of humility.
"Who am I?" she raised a narrow dark eyebrow.
He thought about that one for a moment before dipping his head.
"One is ashamed."
Tia was at great pains not to show her contempt for that remark.
"I apologise. It was not my intention to cause you disquiet."
She felt the dragonish laughter as a vibration that ran right through her skeleton.
"My name is M'a'tsu, and I would be honoured to visit with you."
Tia curtseyed.
"I will leave you to make the change in privacy."
She turned and made her way across the flower strewn meadow to the grey stone buildings that clustered at the base of the cliffs and the stone stairway to the temple.
M'a'tsu watched her go, enjoying her long-legged stride and the way her body moved under the simple linen robe she wore. He found himself fantasising about tying her up with the rope of her own black hair, which hung in a braid almost to her knees. Giving himself a sharp inward reminder that he wasn't there for pleasure, he took the necessary time to compose his mind before making the change.
Once he was in his human form, he stretched for a moment enjoying the different sensations afforded by thinner skin. He looked down at his muscular perfection and briefly considered remaining unclothed but the pleasure of the rapidly cooling air against his human flesh had to be balanced against the possibility of giving offence. Accordingly he shifted himself leather trews and a waistcoat, electing to remain barefoot for the sheer delight of the feel of grass beneath him......
If you want to know more it can be found here:
https://www.booksie.com/508382-dragon...
In Dragonheart there are no second chances
The dragon spiralled down out of the sunset, with the orange light setting his skin aflame so that he looked as if he was made of oil and steel. Tia stood and watched, wryly noting the Diamond Throne banner, whilst being careful not to move or speak until the shining one's feet touched the ground and he furled his wings.
She bowed her head in a formal gesture of welcome.
"Greetings lady," the voice inside her head was deeper than she expected. This must be a full male, which meant he would be a shifter as well. He would bear watching. Carefully.
"Greetings, bright one."
The dragon regarded her out of whirling multi-faceted eyes before bowing his head. The silence lengthened, and seemed to Tia that her uninvited guest was trying to make her nervous with his lack of comment. She broke the silence in a deliberately small voice.
"What does my lady mother want of me?"
"Naught. She would merely ascertain that you are well."
Tia cast down her eyes so he could not see her contempt.
"Perhaps my lord dragon would care to assume his human form and venture inside, to where we can speak in more comfort."
If it was possible for a dragon to look puzzled, he did so.
"May one ask what makes you think this dragon has a human form?"
For a moment Tia dropped her shield of humility.
"Who am I?" she raised a narrow dark eyebrow.
He thought about that one for a moment before dipping his head.
"One is ashamed."
Tia was at great pains not to show her contempt for that remark.
"I apologise. It was not my intention to cause you disquiet."
She felt the dragonish laughter as a vibration that ran right through her skeleton.
"My name is M'a'tsu, and I would be honoured to visit with you."
Tia curtseyed.
"I will leave you to make the change in privacy."
She turned and made her way across the flower strewn meadow to the grey stone buildings that clustered at the base of the cliffs and the stone stairway to the temple.
M'a'tsu watched her go, enjoying her long-legged stride and the way her body moved under the simple linen robe she wore. He found himself fantasising about tying her up with the rope of her own black hair, which hung in a braid almost to her knees. Giving himself a sharp inward reminder that he wasn't there for pleasure, he took the necessary time to compose his mind before making the change.
Once he was in his human form, he stretched for a moment enjoying the different sensations afforded by thinner skin. He looked down at his muscular perfection and briefly considered remaining unclothed but the pleasure of the rapidly cooling air against his human flesh had to be balanced against the possibility of giving offence. Accordingly he shifted himself leather trews and a waistcoat, electing to remain barefoot for the sheer delight of the feel of grass beneath him......
If you want to know more it can be found here:
https://www.booksie.com/508382-dragon...
May 30, 2017
Gloriana
"It is entirely in your own hands archbishop," the slender red-haired woman in the huge gilded chair spoke coldly and deliberately, "but you and your confederates have ensured that the majority of the populace believes in one virgin birth so I fail to see your problem."
The ancient, and cadaverously thin, prelate stared at her for a long moment while the muscles in his jaw worked. He obviously wanted to say something but in the end he lacked the courage and subsided into fulminating silence.
"And you Master Cecil. Do you have nothing to say?"
The richly clad figure of Her Majesty's spymaster in chief bowed floridly.
"This, your Majesty, is either a master stroke or the biggest mistake a reigning monarch ever made. With the greatest respect, we will not know which it is for many months yet."
"Agreed, there is an element of risk but I would know whether you are with us in our great endeavour."
Cecil dropped his world-weary pose and bowed his head.
"To death and beyond, Majesty. To death and beyond."
"You can serve us best by remaining alive," the Queen spoke with some asperity although her narrow dark eyes warmed a little as they rested on Cecil's beaky face.
The third man came forward and bent the knee before his sovereign.
"Parliament will uphold whatever your majesty chooses to do."
"My lord Essex was ever the gentleman," the Queen laughed although it was a mirthless sound. "The lords temporal range themselves alongside us, as does Master Cecil's organisation, which just leaves the lords spiritual to declare."
Essex looked at the cleric with something akin to loathing.
"You are either with us, my lord archbishop, or you are against us. We have no time for you to mull over your decision."
The stubborn old man in the cope and mitre stared at his queen.
"Do you even begin to know what you are asking?"
She regarded him for a long moment.
"We are perfectly well aware. But what would you have us do? Marry England to some foreign prince? Elevate one of our noble families above the others?"
The archbishop looked at her marble pale features with dawning respect.
"No, Majesty, I would have you do neither of those."
"Then give me an alternative."
The old man bowed his head.
"There is none. I stand corrected. The church ranges itself beside you."
"Good.You may all leave us now."
The three men bowed themselves out of the room and as soon as they had closed the door behind them the figure in the huge chair allowed her shoulders to sag just a little. A large sandy-haired man, dressed plainly in leather and homespun, stepped out from behind the rich hangings and came to kneel at her feet. She smiled down at him.
"It appears," she said carefully, "that our plan has the support it needs. Now it is for you to do your part."
He lifted one small foot in his large, calloused hand and brought it to his lips.
In due time Gloriana, the virgin queen, gave birth to a strapping red-haired son. She called him Henry after her great father, and he ruled wisely and well as did his own son and the son of his son, and the son of the son of his son....
The ancient, and cadaverously thin, prelate stared at her for a long moment while the muscles in his jaw worked. He obviously wanted to say something but in the end he lacked the courage and subsided into fulminating silence.
"And you Master Cecil. Do you have nothing to say?"
The richly clad figure of Her Majesty's spymaster in chief bowed floridly.
"This, your Majesty, is either a master stroke or the biggest mistake a reigning monarch ever made. With the greatest respect, we will not know which it is for many months yet."
"Agreed, there is an element of risk but I would know whether you are with us in our great endeavour."
Cecil dropped his world-weary pose and bowed his head.
"To death and beyond, Majesty. To death and beyond."
"You can serve us best by remaining alive," the Queen spoke with some asperity although her narrow dark eyes warmed a little as they rested on Cecil's beaky face.
The third man came forward and bent the knee before his sovereign.
"Parliament will uphold whatever your majesty chooses to do."
"My lord Essex was ever the gentleman," the Queen laughed although it was a mirthless sound. "The lords temporal range themselves alongside us, as does Master Cecil's organisation, which just leaves the lords spiritual to declare."
Essex looked at the cleric with something akin to loathing.
"You are either with us, my lord archbishop, or you are against us. We have no time for you to mull over your decision."
The stubborn old man in the cope and mitre stared at his queen.
"Do you even begin to know what you are asking?"
She regarded him for a long moment.
"We are perfectly well aware. But what would you have us do? Marry England to some foreign prince? Elevate one of our noble families above the others?"
The archbishop looked at her marble pale features with dawning respect.
"No, Majesty, I would have you do neither of those."
"Then give me an alternative."
The old man bowed his head.
"There is none. I stand corrected. The church ranges itself beside you."
"Good.You may all leave us now."
The three men bowed themselves out of the room and as soon as they had closed the door behind them the figure in the huge chair allowed her shoulders to sag just a little. A large sandy-haired man, dressed plainly in leather and homespun, stepped out from behind the rich hangings and came to kneel at her feet. She smiled down at him.
"It appears," she said carefully, "that our plan has the support it needs. Now it is for you to do your part."
He lifted one small foot in his large, calloused hand and brought it to his lips.
In due time Gloriana, the virgin queen, gave birth to a strapping red-haired son. She called him Henry after her great father, and he ruled wisely and well as did his own son and the son of his son, and the son of the son of his son....
May 19, 2017
Never too old
You are old you should find sex a bore
Or an underpaid marital chore
You shouldn't enjoy
A naughty young boy
On a rug on a campervan floor
© jane jago 2017
Or an underpaid marital chore
You shouldn't enjoy
A naughty young boy
On a rug on a campervan floor
© jane jago 2017
