Big Bad Things - Monday Poetry Blog Serial pt 5

Forgive me everyone for being lax, but work does take precedence over play, but I do have a new installment for you of the blog serial!

Fucking Hell on earth, that’s where he was. Lewis licked his lips for the thousand and fifth time and wished his step-father dead. Well, maybe not dead, just a bad case of heartburn or the runs or something. Other than his insistence that he get more involved with all this nature, he kind of liked the guy. He treated his mother like a queen, and that had been a long time coming.
Travis had loaned him a pack, then spent a couple of hours going over what he’d need, and explaining how it all worked -- Lewis figured that Travis was just getting a late start on giving out fatherly advice. It was kinda…nice, actually. Although, if the man tried to sit him down and have a discussion about the birds and the bees Travis wouldn’t see him for the dust.
Now, if only he’d thought to ask Travis for more info than the ‘one of the best trail guides in the business’ he might not be stuck smack bang between a rock and a damn hard place. Hiking with a hard on was not turning out to be his favorite pastime.
“Finding your rhythm, Lewis?” Bly’s deep, silky tones came from his right. He’d not even heard the man come up beside him.
“Uh, sort of.” Well that was a stunning reply, Lewis.
“If you’re not doing it every day, it takes a while to loosen up, but the ride’s worth it in the end.”
Why did he get the feeling Bly wasn’t talking about hiking? “Travis and I did a few trails last year. The first one damn near killed me, but I enjoyed it anyway.” He looked at Bly and tried out a small smile, hoping that this time he managed the flirty, tongue-in-cheek look he practiced in the mirror without fumbling like he usually did when he tried it on someone who wasn’t his reflection.
Bly looked at his lips and his eyes went hard. Nope, failed again. He was so fucking inept -- no wonder he never got laid. Who’d be interested? His smile faltered, and Lewis dropped eye contact and looked ahead -- the others were ahead of them, and out of sight around a corner.
A heavy hand on his backpack pulled him up short, and Lewis was spun back around to face an angry, frustrated looking Bly. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that Lewis?”
Lewis didn’t know what to think, let alone what to say, but opened his mouth to speak anyway, even if it was only to stumble out a denial. Only he didn’t get that far.
Bly wrapped his fist around Lewis’s shirt and tugged, pulling him in until their lips met. Warm, soft lips skated over his, and Bly’s tongue darted in to his mouth, teasing him before Bly really settled in. Lewis had never felt anything like it. It was rough and sensual all at the same time; heated yet so cool, as Bly methodically took -- there was no give in the kiss at all. Fire thundered through Lewis veins and his body did all the things it was expected to do -- his nipples went into hard little points, and his cock, already at half-mast was painfully erect in an instant. Then he melted, fucking melted into Park Ranger extraordinaire, Bly Tanner, with a pitiful needy little whimper.

Got any suggestions for what's going to happen right after? I'm working everyone's suggestions from last week into the next episode. I;m going to try get another episode up Thursday to make up for last week.

Big Bad Things - Monday Poetry Blog Serial

Sorry about last week everyone. Good news is my latest WIP in rollicking along, so at least there's a good reason :)

So on to number four:

Decca waited in the designated parking lot for her last members of her latest tour group to arrive. She jumped down from where she sat on the back of her truck and called over the two hikers who had been keen enough they’d beaten her to their rendezvous point.
“I may as well double check your packs now and save some time when the others get here.”
“Sure” Don and Susan Littleman were in their early sixties and finding a new lease of life. They’d hiked with her twice last season; this year they were moving up to the more advanced trails this summer. She really didn’t think there would be anything amiss in their preparations, but they paid her to make sure and keep them as safe as she could.
A vehicle pulling in behind her made her turn, and she watched a very familiar young man step out of a compact car and shyly make his way over to the group.
“Ah… hi everyone.”
“Lewis?” She’d been expecting Bly’s boss’ stepson, and hadn’t even thought to link that Lewis with their Lewis, the Shoe Guy. What an interesting turn of events.
“Good morning, Decca. I hope I’m not late.” Lewis looked around nervously. “The fog held me up a little.”
A smile slipped over her lips and she had a hard job to not lick her lips in anticipation. Lewis was cute -- he was so earnest, seemed so innocent and untouched. “Not late at all.”
Another car pulled up and they all looked over as two college girls fell out, coffee clutched in their hands and complaining about how early it was.
Half an hour later she was pleasantly surprised to find they were just about to hit the trail. Both girls and Lewis had been well prepared; although she’d suffered a few dirty looks for making the girls leave their makeup bags and part of their large supply of chocolate bars behind.
She was placing the parking permit in her windscreen when her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Emma, I’m glad I reached you before you left. I just got off the phone with Travis, he wants me with you this week.”
“He does?” The only time Bly had been with her on a group tour was when he’d come on his own time. The Park Ranger service had never seen the need to monitor her individually before, which must mean there was something wrong.
“An early fisherman found a car this morning. It was burnt out, with the plates missing. -- it’s the same one we’ve been hunting for in relation to the drug running.”
“Shit.” Bly had been spending long hours trying to track down some sort of drug running group that was using the park as a base; maybe even producing somewhere amongst the thousands upon thousands of acres of uninhabited land.
“Yeah, no tours will be going on the advanced trails without a Park Ranger accompanying them. Travis wants me with you since it makes life easier.”
“How far away are you?”
“I packed as Travis was filling me in. I’m just leaving the house now so I should be there in thirty.”
“Make it forty-five, Lewis tells me some fog has come down.”
“Lewis?”
“Yes, I’ve a little surprise for you.” Decca flipped the phone shut with a snap, and went to tell her little group about the delay.
Bly made good time, and Decca enjoyed seeing his face when he pulled up he saw who was uneasily sitting beside her waiting for him to arrive. She slid down and strolled over to Bly’s SUV, and leaned in as he wound down the window. “Surprise!”
One of Bly’s eyebrows went up as he focused over her shoulder. “My day is starting to look up.” Bly focused back on Decca again. “This is a four day hike, right?”
Decca nodded, and Bly’s lips pursed a little. “E-x-cell-ent!”

What I need for next week:

Need something with the drugs - are they going to find a lab, a plantation of weed, or encounter someone who shouldn't be there?

Who should make a move on Lewis first? Bly or Decca.

Why did Travis want Lewis to go out with Decca on this hike/tour?

Need something quirky that they encounter on the trail.

any other suggestions?

Poetry Train - Blog Serial pt 3

Running very late, but it's still Monday, right?

Bly watched the younger man trip over his feet again as he went to find the red stilettos in a size eight. There was something a little untouched about their Shoe Man, his bumbling embarrassment was quite endearing.
They knew well enough his name was Lewis, but they had this habit of naming people they didn’t know by some attribute they’d seen; like the ‘drinking man’ a couple of houses down - personable guy for sure, but they’d yet to drive past and find without a bottle of beer in his hand. So, like The Drinking Man, Lewis had been honored with the nom de plume of The Shoe Man. He’d also been blessed with an ass you could bounce a quarter off, and the smoothest, never-hide-a-blush skin to match his ginger hair.
It wasn’t really fair to the guy to involve him in his and Decca’s little games, but there was something about this young man that drew them both. Hell, it wasn’t like he was that much younger -- Bly was thirty to Decca’s twenty-eight -- Lewis looked about twenty-one or -two.
What remained to be seen was if he was the adventurous type.
He was in favor of just outright asking Lewis if he was up for some three-way fun, but Decca was insistent that being that bold would only scare him off. After seeing his reaction earlier by the ladder Bly was now in agreement, but he was also sure he was interested -- the bulge in Lewis’ khaki’s that Bly’d caught a glimpse of as Lewis’d walked away told him so -- it just remained to figure out how interested and whether he was willing to act on it.
There was a hot flush over Lewis’ cheeks as he came back to them his hands full of boxes -- he’d obviously found something else to show them. He knelt down in front of Decca and delicately removed her shoe. Carefully holding her ankle with one hand he tugged on the heel of the shoe with the other, slowly sliding it down and off her toes.
Decca wiggled her toes and sighed. “Mmm, it feels good to have my shoes off for a little while. I’ve been on my feet all day - I'd kill for a foot massage right about now.”
Lewis looked up at Decca, transfixed as she spoke; obviously not realizing he’d done just as she’d asked and started rubbing along the side of her arch with one thumb and around her ankle and tendon with the fingers of the other hand. Lewis’ hand wrapped around her ankle and stroked a small way up Decca’s calf, and she moaned again, her eyes closing as her foot went limp.
He and Decca weren’t your everyday average type of couple when it came to sex. They were totally committed to one another, but until they decided to settle down to raising a family they enjoyed experimenting a little, sexually speaking. They were also equal opportunity lovers. Bly was not at all adverse to a little man on man action.
Watching Lewis’ tender ministrations, and obvious adoration of Decca, had him in the same state Lewis had been in earlier -- hard and wanting. Bly moved up beside the pair and stood at Lewis’ shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest and looked down at the pair, trying to keep his lust off his face at least as he watched. His cock flexed behind the denim of his jeans, and Bly felt the uncomfortable bite of the zipper against his flesh as his cock thickened and made the fabric pull tight.
When his thigh brushed up against Lewis’ shoulder the man jerked out of his reverie and looked up, only for his gaze to catch on the bulge in Bly’s jeans right at head height. Lewis gulped before he dropped his gaze back down to where he still held Decca’s foot.
Bly took pity on him and reached into one of the shoeboxes and passed over a shoe. “Why don’t we see how this looks?”
Lewis’ eyes were big, and his nose flared as he tried to hide his erratic breathing and fear from Bly. He hesitantly took the shoe, no doubt waiting to be thrashed for touching the other mans wife the way he had.
“Go on, I’ll get the other one.” Bly picked up the other shoe and walked around behind Lewis, making sure to brush along Lewis’ back with his leg before settling on his knees, his thigh pressed hard against Lewis’ as he removed Decca’s other shoe and slipped on the stiletto.
Decca stretched her leg out and pointed her toes, moving her foot side to side before resting her toes gently on Lewis’ shoulder. “These are just gorgeous!”
Bly ran a finger down the back of Decca’s calf, and stroked along the sensitive crease behind her knee. “I have to agree; what do you think, Lewis?”
Lewis looked a little shocked at the use of his first name, and his tongue darted out to brush over his lips leaving them shiny -- Bly ached to lean over and run his tongue over the same spot, but in the middle of a shoe store was not the right place. Lewis gulped, then nodded, obviously to overcome to speak. He coughed and managed to scrape out a rusty “Beautiful” before he clammed back up again.

I have to say I'm finding writing for the short, serial format tough. As you can see I've not managed to move the story on past the shoe store yet - but I do have my plans for next week, that will move them out of the store, announce their connection, and ... something, rofl!

So, once I get them out of the store how shall I proceed?

1. The party/bbq suggestion still?
2. Make a little bit of a time jump and have Lewis turn up on one of the tours Decca leads through the park and from there they meet up with Bly and The Big Bad Thing happens?
3. They need to have hot, first-time-together monkey sex before all of that
4. Let the big bad happen, then the hot, first-time-together monkey sex once they know each other a little better.
5. Anyone got something weird and bizarre for me to work into next week - an item or something. Like a rubber ducky, or a pasted up ad for something happening around town that tickles someone's fancy.
and 6. This thing really needs a name. Throw me a bone here people and give me some suggestions!

Poetry Train - Blog Serial pt 2

Round two. Sorry it wasn't up earlier, but I had a lot on Sunday, and didn't have a chance to pen anything.

Trapped at the top of the ladder when the door buzzer went off, Lewis called out to the customer, “Just one second!” He slid the last of the shoeboxes into place on the shelf and made his way down the ladder, only to turn and come chest to chest with his latest customer - customers, he realized when he heard a feminine voice coo with rapture.
“Bly, look at these, aren’t these just gorgeous.”
Lewis looked up, knowing that background female voice all too well from his fantasies and looked into the eyes of his sexual nemesis, Bly Tanner - the other voice in his fantasies.
There was a slight crinkle around his lips, as if the man was trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized you were up the ladder.”
Lewis didn’t believe a word. Bly Tanner would never be so unobservant. It was more likely Bly’d stood there purposefully, just to intimidate him. It pissed him off no end that it worked. There was something about him - both of them in fact - that intimidated Lewis.
“No problem at all … if you just give me a minute I’ll get rid of these boxes and come give you a hand.”
Bly took a small step back, so Lewis had barely enough room to move. “Take your time, Decca knows what she wants, but I’m sure she’ll find something else to fall in love with along the way.”
The words sounded simple, but Bly’s delivery left Lewis cursing his ineptitude when it came to reading people. Or maybe it was just reading these people.
He gathered up the empty boxes and made for the back room. As he walked, the back of his neck burned, and a sly glance to the mirror in the corner showed two gazes fixed firmly on his backside. Heat flashed across his cheeks and his pants got snug, and Lewis cursed his fair, ginger-haired complexion and trigger-happy cock. He’d give anything for the dark, rugged looks of Bly Tanner. But no, he was right off the page of an Archie comic - tall, gangly, and freckled.
Lewis kicked open the rear door and went to the dumpster, shoving the boxes in willy-nilly. Why do they always look at me like that? Jesus, it’s like they are touching me when they stare at me like that.
And that was half his problem. After one of their little forays into the store he felt like he’d just been stroked by a hundred hands, and he was good for nothing for the rest of the day - except to go home lay on the couch and stroke himself to a climax as he imagined Bly and Decca Tanner getting it on.
Worse was when he let it get the better of him, and he imagined he was there with them. How sick in the head did that make him? Like either of them would be interested in sexually conflicted geek like him. Besides it was obvious they only had eyes for each other. And Park Ranger extraordinaire Bly Tanner interested in men? yeah right - right after he let another man lay a hand on his wife; in other words, never.
When he came back into the store, Bly was just handing Decca a wicked red stiletto. Not only did he have brains, and looks, and according to his stepfather - Bly’s boss - a work ethic to be admired, he had taste. They were wrapped up in their own little world when he walked up to them, and Lewis blushed as he heard the tail end of their whispered conversation.
“…with the black lace?”
“No, baby, just you and those shoes.” Bly’s voice was rough and Decca wore a small, sexy, I’ve-got-a-secret smile on her face.
Decca saw him coming and her sexy smile changed recipients, so Lewis got a dose of her sex-me-up smile. Bly’s head turned and Lewis blushed. Bly’s hooded eyes and flushed face exuded sexual intent, and Lewis’ cock reacted to stimuli from both of them. He only hoped the pair of them didn’t look down.
“Did--” Lewis choked down the lump in his throat. “Did you find something you liked?”
“I think so.” But neither Bly nor Decca were paying much attention to the shoes.

Okay, I think I asked some questions too far ahead of time. So I'm going to ask some more immediate questions this time. (I'm holding on to all the previous ideas, and I'll be working toward them - the Decca finding money/arsonist/dead furries ideas are where we are heading ... eventually)

So for today:

Shall Bly and Decca pull a sneaky and pay their bill but leave the bag of shoes there so Lewis has to deliver them? (and therefore lead on to some sort of scene where B&D's attraction to L come s out?

Obviously Lewis knows Bly and Decca via his stepdad, but they don't know him, shall the connection be made thereby the connection needed to move the story so they can all be involved with the suspense scenario. Maybe lewis asks them if they are attending the BBQ his father has planned before the park opens for the spring season?(I'll take other suggestions, pretty please)

Should we have a foot fondling scene where Bly looks on?

What about a paranormal element? Bly's so damn good at his job because he's a Were-something.. (although this is a future element)

Monday Poetry ... err... Blog Serial

I've not managed to come up with a groovy name for this yet, so we are going to have to limp along, nameless until I figure out where the story's going and manage to come up with something witty.

Here's the first installment of my Interactive Blog Serial:

Heroine: Decca - part dog walker/part nature tour guide
Heroes: Bly, Decca's husband and Park Ranger; Lewis, The Shoe Guy
Sidekick: Sparta, hound of dubious parentage

“Oh for the love of…” Decca hauled back on leashes she’d looped together and looked for a patch of grass she could wipe her shoe on. “That’s the third damn time today I’ve stood in a pile of dog shit -- which one of you little buggers is leaving booby traps?”

Damn it! She’d never get the smell out of these shoes. Had she not ended up with her gumboots full of water the day before, she would have been fine. But since she hadn’t fancied two hours of walking in damp rubber boots, she’d worn her running shoes. Her nicely worn in, a little-bit-scuffed-on-the-outside-so-she-looked-like-a-serious-runner running shoes -- the expensive, now-covered-in-dog-shit ones.

God, she hated this job. Well, sort of. The little bastards did have their cute days. But their owners? Some of them wouldn’t know what a happy face was if it up and bit them on the ass.

But this was her life. During the summer she led wilderness tours, and the winter she did something else to see her through till it was spring again and she got to spend her days doing what she loved most.

“Hey Decca!” A runner came up the inside, and the dogs went nuts when they recognized who it was. “Race you home!”

“Ha, bloody ha, Bly.” Her husband slowed and turned around to face her, managing to jog backwards, smile and laugh all at the same time. “You could do your five miles all over again before I could manage to get this lot back to their owners.”

As if to prove her wrong, Sparta, a brutish, waist-high hound of dubious parental lines gave an almighty tug on his leash. It was enough to stretch his collar to the point of no return and it snapped. His owner, still being a smartass as he ran backwards, could only watch in horror as the massive dog leapt up and sent him sprawling.

Decca couldn’t help herself; she started to laugh. Bly was covered from head to toe in leaves, mud and moss, and a steadily increasing amount of dog slobber as she and her doggy charges caught up to Sparta as he showered his owner, quite literally with love.

“Sparta, leave him alone.” The command was weak at best, and easily ignored amongst her laughter.

“Get him off me, Decca!”

“Well, I did warn you his collar was looking worn… It’s going to cost you.”

Bly had his hands up in front of his face fending off multiple doggy tongues that were saying hello. “Anything, damn it, call ‘em off before they lick me to death!” There was humor in his voice even as one of the smaller dogs climbed onto his chest and let out an ear piercing bark.

“You have to take me shoe shopping tonight.”

“Shoe shopping?” Bly had gone still enough that even the dogs backed off. “At the shoe store?”

Decca moved her weight on to one leg, cocking her hip. “Yeah,” her brow quirked up. “The shoe store, where the shoe guy -- whose ass we like to ogle -- works.”
Bly’s brow quirked right back at her, and his smile turned lecherous. “I think I can do that.”

Decca made a strange snorting sound -- not a laugh, but not a sound of disgust either, as she took a couple of steps back, taking the dogs with her. “You’re no fun, Bly. When it comes to the shoe guy, you are so damn easy…”

Her husband, still sprawled on his back just kept on smiling, but this time his eyes smouldered as his gaze wandered it’s way up her legs, over hips and to her breasts. “Yeah, I know.”

For next week:

1. The Shoe Guy - willing participant, a player even? Or a shy first timer?
2. How are they going to get together?
3. Does Lewis (The Shoe Guy) have something to hide?
4. Does Bly have a problem at work first, or does Decca find something on her first tour of the season?
5. Random item you'd like to see thrown in there...

Leave your suggestions in the comments section.

13 reasons you should help me with my blog experiment

Just why you should leave me a comment giving me some ideas for my interactive blog serial story.

1. You can't get enough 'I fell in love with the sheik and am having his love child stories' - Seriously, I'd work with that!
2. You can vicariously live out your fantasies of having the heroine make out with a guy call Eunice.
3. To make sure I don't add in ehxtra h's or mh'ss a few v'w'ls - did ya see that? I got an h and a miss vowel in the same word!
4. This is your chance to explore your wildest mail man fantasies
5. Or, of course, your geek gets the hot cheerleader ones
6. Though I do put my foot down at the geek and his hawtness invention romances - no dick drive slots here thank you. (there is a story behind the 'dick drive', I must tell y'all one day, or better yet, make a graphic)
   
7. Ever since Mrs Doubtfire you've wanted to use the name Euphegenia (hey, anyone noticing the weird E name trend here?)
8. Who needs a hot latin lover, when we could have a short, swarthy eskimo instead? Just imagine all the hot, melt-the-igloo lovin'...
9. Here's your chance to prove me wrong, and that Doug is really the primo size at 12". Hell, throw in a double, triple penis even, just for kicks!
10. Guys with green skin and purple polka dots are you thing - well write it down, who knows I might just be able to work it in there.
11. You really want to read a story about the new generation of paranormal shifters - no panthers, lions or wolves here, lets talk duckies, squirrels and armadillos.
    
12. I mean, how often is it you get the opportunity to screw with my head by suggesting totally outrageous ideas I have to work with
13. It's fun - and I'll do my best with what I'm given to make it a sexy, sexy read :)

Experimentation

Minds out of the gutter people! Well, for a few moments anyway, you can head right back there in a second :)

I've not written a thing for three weeks. I'm not overly worried, but I do need to get back into the swing of things, so I thought I might do a little writing exercise and write a little blog serial that I'll post up on Mondays since I've been failing hopelessly at coming up with poetry for Rhian's Poetry Train.

I want to make it a little interactive, so here's where I need your help - you are going to help me fill in some of the story blanks.



So for the first installment here's what I need:

1. Heroine's name
2. Hero/es name
3. Their professions
4. The place they first meet
5. The bad guys/or a relationship hiccup

What I need you to do is use your imagination to give me the wildest, wackiest ideas for the questions above and on Monday I'll post the first installment and some more interactive questions for you that I will use in the next weeks storyline. I'll mix and match depending on what takes my fancy.

Make sense?

Leave your suggestions in the comments - use the usual no children/scat/killing (unless it's the bad guys) guidelines - but all else is fair game. Heck, I'll even try my hand at a little f/f action along the way if it proves interesting to the storyline.