Saturday, January 30, 2010

Temptation

The serpent slithered up the tree. His brightly colored scales caught and glittered in the warm sunlight. He wound himself around the branch with a slow, easy sensuality. His soft voice beckoned seductively, “Just one bite. It’s a delectable treat. Think of the sweet juices rolling over your tongue, trickling down your chin, sliding down your throat. Such wonder you have never known. Such pleasure, it’s an explosion of sensation in your lovely mouth.” He nudged the fruit closer to her.

“Just a taste, my beauty, what harm could come from one little nibble?”

Her small hand wavered; her mouth watered. She licked her lush lips hungrily. She’d never wanted anything so badly. Just a taste? Surely the serpent was right, what harm could come from one tiny bite? She reached out with greedy hands to snatch the ripe fruit from the snake. But he yanked it out of her grasp.

“Not so fast, my lovely!” He slithered along the branch so he could coil his cool body around her arm. His muscles flexed and released with slow precision, until he’d wrapped himself around her body. He kneaded the soft skin under her breasts and whispered in her ear. “Fetch your husband. Tell him to come and taste the fruit with you. Think of the pleasure you’ll both feel if you try it together. Imagine the joy, the ecstasy.” He squeezed her breasts, gently arousing her, and spinning her head with limitless possibilities.

She swallowed hard and took a steadying breath. “Okay, I’ll get Adam.” The serpent was overjoyed to hear this and released her. “Good,” he replied and tenderly stroked her cheek with the tip of his tail.

Eve rushed to find Adam, still flushed with lust and need from her encounter with the serpent. Her thighs trembled and the space between throbbed. Her innocent heart longed for the tantalizing fruit with the single-mindedness of a child. She found her lover by the river.

“Husband, come see what I’ve found!” She grabbed his arm in an attempt to pull him away with her. But he held fast. He looked at her flushed face, the wild passion in her eyes and felt himself stir. He stroked her hair away from her face, setting it behind her ear, and trailed his fingers along her neck and shoulder. He smiled sweetly as he watched her breasts rise and her nipples harden—begging for a kiss.

She returned his smile and rubbed against him playfully. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him through her lashes, “I’ve found the most delicious fruit. Come and taste it with me.” She traced the silky skin of his chest, dragging her nails across his hair. He moaned deep in his throat and leaned in to kiss her neck—to lap at her sweet skin with his tongue. “Impossible, the most delicious fruit is here.” His fingers strayed softly against her sex, coaxing her open.

Her head fell back, her long dark hair cascading over her bottom. She widened her stance unconsciously to grant him better access. His fingers searched and probed. His mouth claimed hers, pushing his tongue deep inside. She moaned and whimpered wanting so much more—needing everything. She sighed with delight as his fingers worked inside her body, stroking and teasing her closer to oblivion.

But in the back of her mind the fruit called to her. She clamped her thighs closed—trapping Adam’s hand. “Husband, we can do this later, let’s go taste the fruit first. Come on, Love. I’ll make it worth your while.” She smiled at him wickedly and moved, releasing his hand to drape a leg over his, rubbing her sex against his thigh.

He groaned and moved his hands to massage her bottom and push her slickness harder against his leg. His erection was thick and tight against her stomach. The need to push inside her was killing him. “Quickly then, wife, quickly.” He let her lead him to the tree of knowledge.

She plucked a piece of fruit from the tree, its bright color and soft flesh felt wonderful in the palm of her hand. She offered it to her husband. “Look, isn’t it divine?!” Her excitement drew him to her. But this fruit was forbidden, God had told them so. “We can’t eat from this tree.” Her brow creased and she said, “But the serpent said surely one little nibble would be okay. And it’s good food. Look at it, so delicious. Don’t you want a taste, my Love?”

He pulled her against his body, “I want a taste of you.” She laughed and pushed him away. “You can taste me anytime. Try this.” And she put the fruit to his lips. He turned his face away and pulled it from her hand. He threw it to the ground and kissed her firmly when she began to complain. “The Lord said not to eat from this tree, so I won’t.”

Eve opened her mouth to try to sway him, yet again, but something caught Adam’s eye. He moved away from Eve and grabbed a large stick from the ground. He raised it above his head and—THWACK! He killed the serpent with a solid blow to the skull. He tossed the stick away and shivered. “Man, I hate those things! Creepy, crawly—yuck! Now where were we? Oh yes!” He grabbed her and pulled her soundly against him…

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Russ

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Responsibility

It's always hardest before the dawn
The not-knowing gnawing holes
In places not meant to be eaten
Like worms feasting, feasting

It's always darkest
When the sun is blinding
I've become a blackened silhouette
Casting shadows like spiderwebs

I'm such a drama queen
I laugh at myself
My inadequacies piling up
Like old newspapers by the door

Someday I'll be the crazy lady
Who yells at little kids
And whose children never come to call
But it's okay

It's the lot I've chosen
My choices, blatant
So I'll take the punishment
Stand in silence and wait...

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Meditation

I sit in silence
And meditate

The quiet calms me

I think happy thoughts
About faraway places and the perfect cheesecake

And I smile

I perch my poet's hat
Upon my head

And for a moment...

I forget about the gallon of orange juice
Seeping into my carpet

I don't hear the gleeful wail of the
No-good, rotten, horrible monkeys

Who filled their water guns with it.

Fine.
I guess it won't clean itself up!

;P

Friday, January 15, 2010

The Gardener

Deep in the woods lay a strange little house with a strange little man. He stumbles around his yard like drunken bum, yelling obscenities at some invisible nemesis. He darts and jumps and waves his little arms about. He's quite an oddity, this strange little man.

But he has a secret--a hidden treasure.

And he guards it well.

When the townsfolk have closed their doors for the night he comes out of his funny little shack. He stretches and yawns and grows three times his usual size. I know, because I spied on him once. Jimmy Connelly dared me to. Jimmy pinched my arm and said I was the worst girl ever. So I took the dare and trekked out into the woods and spied on the stranger.

I watched his knobby knees unbend, his back straighten. I watched his funny face contort and change as if a mask had fallen away. Gone were the misshapen eyes. Gone were the too-big ears. In the end, he was really quite beautiful and unexpected. I watched him work his magic with disbelief. He spread the ice and snow--curled the leaves for hibernation and awakened the winter frost. He worked with single-minded intent. And when he had finished he'd created an icy paradise--a garden.

Sparkly icicles shimmered from the tree branches. Powdery white snow dusted the garden floor. Frost clung cheerfully to the shrubs and his breath came out as warm steam. I sat in silence, slack-jawed, unable to comprehend what my eyes were seeing.

Just when I thought things couldn't be stranger he turned and looked right at me. His bright blue eyes saw my hiding place and I realized that he'd known I was there all along. "Come out, child." His voice rang out clearly in the eerie calm of night. I rose and walked toward him.

He smiled at me then, a smile I'll never forget. "My, what a pretty pet!" He squeezed my hand in his and led me over to the largest, oldest tree in his icy garden. "Look," he nudged me closer to the bony branches, "what do you see, girl?"

I squinted and shrugged. I didn't see anything. He laughed a rich-warm rumble from deep in his chest. He kissed my forehead and whispered something I couldn't understand in my ear. And then I felt a strong whoosh rip through me. My breath was knocked from my lungs and my entire body felt frozen from the inside out.

"Perfect," he said, then hung me on his tree with tender fingers. Now I'm just a bonny ornament, glistening among thousands more.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hey

Been a long time since I posted on here. Sorry about that.

But I wanted to welcome any new minions and say hey! to everyone else. Be sure to check back Friday. I swear I'll have a new tale up by then.

Have a great week everyone!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Ringing In The New Year

"Deal the cards, Old Man." Dewy snapped as he lit his stogie and scratched the soft skin under his 2010 sash. It sucked being Baby New Year. He looked around the table. Father Time gumbled into his long white beard, but began to deal the cards. "You'll be old before you know it, Dewy, no need to be hostile."

Dewy glared at the old man and puffed on his cigar. Lilith yawned and stretched glancing over at Jack Frost. He thought he was so clever. Men, how overrated, she thought. Mother Nature tossed her auburn curls over her shoulder and whispered in Lilith's ear. "Men are like movie rentals, only good for one night and best returned in the morning." Lilith sat back and laughed richly. "Amen, sister!"

Jack looked at them in confusion. He popped the cork on a fresh bottle of champagne and the girls jumped in their seats at the sound, then burst into giggles. "Who wants a Mimosa?"

"Mimosa?! Try ale, ice boy!" a tall willowy creature with dark hair bellowed from the doorway. She rushed the room bestowing kisses around the poker table. "Sorry I'm late, you know how it is. Deal me in, sweetheart." She tweaked Father's nose and smiled when he bushed. Jack came over to her and put his arm around her waist, teasing her with cold tickling touches. "Latis, where have you been?"

Latis shrugged out of his embrace and straightened her dress. "Mister Frost," she taunted "you know I'm in mourning." Jack frowned and whispered against her neck, "What's that fish got that I haven't?" She laughed in his handsome frosted face, "Body heat." She kissed his cheek and said, "Be a dear and pour me some ale." She flitted past him and took her seat at the table. "Has anyone seen Burnsey?"

Lilith crossed her long legs and coolly smothed her witch-black hair over one shoulder. "No and I doubt if he shows this year." Latis looked a her through narrowed eyes. "Lilith, Love, must you corrupt and devour every man you meet?" Offended, Lilith replied, "At least I can find a man sans scales."

Jack stepped between them, "Ladies, no worries, Burnsey is running late but he'll be here. And in the meantime, you can enjoy me." They rolled their eyes. Jack was always good for a laugh. On second thought...Lilith ran a knowing hand down the side of his trousers, teasing the cool skin beneath. She felt his muscles flex, knowing he liked the feel of her touch. But he jerked away from her advances, "Not you Lilith. It took weeks to recover from your tender affections last year. I'm not a piece of meat, you know."

She arched and spoke provocatively, "Coward, come give a girl a good tumle. You know you want to." Jack swallowed hard and took a step back. "That hedonistic nature of yours does not allow for a good tumble." Lilith scoffed, "There is nothing wrong with enjoying the female body or sex. It's organic and beautiful."

Mother winked at Father and muttered quietly, "Organic? I think she means orgasmic." Dewy sat glumly. Three beautiful women and he was trapped in a diaper. He puffed on his cigar and looked at the clock. Come on puberty!

Everyone settled down in their seats and started the game. Latis inquired, "Is it strip poker this year, or no?" Jack perked up at the suggestion, "Sure! Strip poker is my favorite game." Lilith and Mother groaned, but consented. As he friends played together and snacked and drank, the door swung open and Burnsey walked in. "Time Square is counting down, Dewy. Better get ready little man."

Dewy squashed his cigar in the ashtray and picked up his top hat. "Ready as I'll ever be." Burnsey smiled and put his coat on the rack. He cranked the handle on the old music box. "Auld Lang Syne" filled the room and poof! Baby New Year was gone. No one looked around, he'd be back shortly. So Burnsey sat in Dewy's spot and looked at his friends. They were a plastered mess and missing a few garments. "Well, at least no one's in the Christmas Tree this year."

Latis laughed, "Well, didn't we learn not to let Baby New Year drink until he's at least sixteen?" Burnsey squeezed her hand, "That we did, Lat." She squeezed his hand back. "Sure missed you, Robert. It just isn't New Year's without you. Fill your cup?" He grinned at her, "Is the sky blue?"

It was a good night amongst friends. They played cards and drank, articles of clothing strewn about the room. A loud crash shook the kitchen, abruptly ending the merriment. "What was that!?" Mother asked. Jack shrugged, "Not a clue. Hey where's Lilith?" They scanned the room, but she was nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, Dewy hadn't returned yet.

Jack stood up and said, "I'll check on it. Maybe it's Dewy come back." Father snorted, "That bitter boy? He's probably off bitching about afterbirth. Do you know what it's like to be born, hour after hour? Not enough booze in the world to make that memory fade."

Jack looked sceptically at the old man and went to investigate the crash. Mother followed him, hanging back a bit. He opened the door to the pantry and Lilith and Dewy stumbled out. "Well, I see you've outgrown your diaper," Jack commented dryly. Dewy shrugged, thrilling at his new body and the sensations he was feeling. He rather liked being twenty.

Jack's attention turned to Lilith. "Waste not, want not, dear?" She adjusted her dress and smiled smugly. "What?" She countered, "Someone had to christen the New Year." She bit her lip and Jack felt himself harden and become aware of just how little he was wearing. Lilith was a disarmingly naughty girl. He spun in his socks and hollared, "On that note, I'll see you all next year!"