Sunny Day
It’s a marvelously sunny day here and I’ve got a ton of stuff to do…errands to run and other things. 🙁
I’m hoping to be able to do some writing today, but who knows? My cowboys and werewolves will just have to wait patiently until I get back.
Maybe if I had him to drive me around, I wouldn’t be complaining too much, huh?
Enjoy whatever type day you have and when I get back…there might be some more candy since a whole horde of ‘muses’ arrived at my house last night.
Flower, Anyone?
would anyone like a flower? Of course, you’ll have to untie him first before he can give it to you. 🙂
Reason To Stay In Bed
Good morning, everyone. Now, if he were in my bed, I certainly wouldn’t be here typing this in. 🙂 It’s foggy and sunny here..which is a weird combination, but I’ll take the sun. Enjoy him…don’t tire him out too much and I’ll be back later with a friend or two for him. 🙂
Truth
Here’s a new pic and a new little scene I wrote very late last night. I couldn’t sleep and none of my characters would cooperate so I could work on any stories. This one just sort of popped in and demanded to be written. 🙂Truth (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
My eyes close. My personal blind fold, keeping me from seeing my reflection in the window or the mirror or even in the eyes of my lover. That’s the way I want it. Hiding from the world is easy for me. For so long, I’ve shown a face to the world that isn’t my own. Smiles are easy to fake when tears hurt too much to cry.
His hands slip around my waist and slide up my chest to press against the spot over my heart. “My heart,” he breathes into my ear. I nod but still don’t open my eyes. He’s right. My heart has been his since I met his fog gray eyes across the bar. The noise around me had faded and I knew he saw through the mask I wore.
His lips nuzzle the point where my neck connects with my shoulder. Sharp teeth test the muscles there. “My soul,” he murmurs. If I am his soul than he is mine. No other touches me so deeply. Yet no one knows what he means to me. Outside in the world, I live a lie. The uniform I wear imprisons me.
Reaching behind me, I run my hand over his hip. My fingers know where to land. Letters on his skin spell out my name. “My love,” he offers with no hesitation. He has no doubts or worries about our love. He has no reason to hide. He comes from a different life where truth is embraced.
I allow him to turn me. I hear the rustle of his clothes and without looking I know he is kneeling in front of me. I can’t open my eyes now. It hurts to see him as if he is worshipping some golden idol. I want to shout about feet of clay and worshipping fake gods. Hot and moist, his mouth takes me in. In the years we’ve been together, he’s learned how to touch to make me cry out his name.
Blindly, I reach for his shoulders. I grip their broad expanse with hard fingers. Bruises will blossom there but I’m not worried about that. He is my only support in a dark world where everyone hides love and honesty. His tongue swirls around me and draws my passion from me in an overwhelming surge.
Breathing becomes easier again and I open my eyes to find him staring up at me. In those mist colored eyes, I see love, understanding and patience. He is willing to wait until I reach the breaking point. He’ll be there to catch me when I finally tell even though they didn’t ask.
More Speed
Hey Paige…here’s another Speedman pic for you. Not quite as good as the last one, but still yummy!
More Vin
Hey you go, Jenna.. A big Vin and a little Vin. I love this photo…makes me think he’s checking out his belly button…making sure it looks good for you.
Fog
Here’s a little something I wrote this morning. I was inspired by the fog over the fields as I drove into work today. 🙂 Hope you enjoy it.
Fog (c) 2006 T.A.Chase
A misty shroud covers the fields as I stand on the hill. He’s out there somewhere. I know because I feel his eyes on me. Why doesn’t he come to me? He knows I’ll give him anything and everything he asks for. Yet he hesitates.
Tendrils of clouds trace a swirling pattern on my cheek and he’s touching me. The fog tugs with the roughness of his fingers. Yearning fills me. Muscles tighten and pleasure builds. The chilly air causes my nipples to harden. Gasping, I arch my back as the cold moisture baths them. He’s playing with me. My knees give out, but I don’t fall. Somehow, I stay standing. Shivers travel down my spine when the teasing fog follows the line of hair down my stomach to where my jeans gap open. In my rush to greet him, I forgot to button them.
My breath catches in my throat. Silently, I yearn for the touch I fear is coming. Mist surrounds me and caresses. Throwing back my head, I offer all of myself to him. He knows he can take my life if he so wishes. I won’t fight him.
Ice coats my neck. Pleasure explodes as my essence drains from my body. Fog blankets me, freezing me in my moment of ultimate surrender, hiding me from a world that doesn’t understand.
Colin, anyone?
LOL…I was going to post him anyway…then I read Jenna‘s comment in her blog and had to put him up right away.
