Give thanks.

She stood behind the fire's light as it itself into the unknowing void of ashes. Her face lit dimly. The glow of embers casting weird shadows up to her forehead. It didn't not suit her. But then there was nothing I could think of that didn't suit her.


Yeah, I guess you'd be right in assuming I was in love. It 'twas weird stuff, to be such. I still can't say it with ease. But there it is.

And then she turned away. The glow turning her white slip colors; a rosy twilight. Twilight suited her. Wither it be, morning or evening.

She turned to look behind her. She turned to look beside her. She turned and found my eyes and gripped them with hers. And she smiled, the mischief rising from her heart to breasts to shoulders to neck to chin to lips to tongue to nose to cheeks to eyelids to eyes to forehead and fell down her back as she released her hair to the wild.

Now with her hands she reached her shoulders, a bit of goose flesh following in her finger's wake. She plucked the thin straps of her white silk slip gently between her thumbs and fingers. She guided them with slow diligence, like an admiral positioning her ships, she laid them to rest on her upper arms. Her nipples began to appear under the silken fabric, springing from silk as tulips do when the earth livens from frost.

Her majesty, darling of my heart, leaned over, carefully avoiding flinging her long hair into the fire pit. The tops of her breasts being lit gently by the remaining glow. Her pulled her arms free of the straps and crossed her arms quickly over the slowly descending garment, halting its progress. My id booed. My ego cheered. My erection grew.

She stood up straight, and shook her hips. She slowly approached, alternately popping each hip with a step.

A few steps more, and all that covered her smallish breasts, were her slight arms. The garment now only being held up by her hips. A shimmy or two and nothing would keep it from the ground. With each frolicking step, she caused my cock a smallish seizure. I reached forward hoping she would had finally stepped inside the boundary. She was close. By straining against the ropes holding me fast, I somehow manage, with my big toe, to pull her petticoat over the ledge of her hips.

She quickly stepped back, removing her right arm from her left breast, she scolds me by shaking her finger and giving me a stern look. Her expression could not keep up with her left nipple. As her breast jiggled with the shaking of her finger, her nipple was the conductor of my orchestra, keeping time with my cock's pulsations, my balls vibrating, my heart pounding.

She laughs and her arms fall down to her side, now tugging at the waist of her white lace topped, silk panties. I watch as a spry little love hair rises over the waistband, and then I am hit with the smell of her sex.

I try to stand, my eyes widen, my cock surges, the hunger hits me. I want her, NOW! But the ropes hold me fast and prevent me from standing.

She has seen my erection grow and laughs at my struggles. She pulls down her waistband a teeny bit more. A flock of black hairs comes tumbling out and gets pressed against her pubis as she lets go the waistband, and another wave of her scent.

She laughs again as I go through the same motions again.

outsider

And here I am, blind in the soul of magic; struggling desperately for some kind of hold on the mystic arts they claimed everyone could use. Everyone but me.

My sister at the age of two could cast fire from her fingers. I would die to produce one spark.

Mother prattles over me, saying it will be okay, some just blossom later than others. I am not some stupid flower.

Father is ashamed even to look at me. I tend to avoid him now.

In school girls giggle as I pass, the boys torture me with the same three pranks; they can't even think of something original, and I'm the one who can't cast.

I have one friend, my pet frog, Charlie.

When I fall to sleep weeping, as I do often, I curse the name of the Magus.

time outta mind

He darted between walls, keeping his cover. It was night now, much easier to maneuver and remain undetected by anyone. To him this should have been his Birthday. Being dislocated in time made it unclear. This distant future, was a bit of a sticky place to have a birthday party. Having no friends here made it even harder. He would be hunted here by many, if discovered.

Keeping his mind in the moment he came to a sticky crossing. A wide avenue separated him from his destination. Carefully he lurked in the nearest shadow studying the layout and patterns of what appeared to be motorized vehicles. A sudden bizarre fantasy occurred to him; what the DMV was like here.

Quickly he shook off his daydreaming. It was nigh the time for woolgathering.
Resuming his survey, he noticed a lengthening in the shadows from the far corner wall of the alley, where he lurked. He carefully backpedaled himself into the full cover of alley.

A strange creature slowly crossed the alley's gap. It strolled on two legs, slightly swinging its arms in opposition as it continued forward in its gait. Yet, the strangest thing was that the only fur visible was a tiny patch atop this creature's head. And then the creature passed out of his sight.

He crouched low, careful to keep his weight balanced among his legs and carefully crept forward back into view of the street. As he approached the street he noticed that all traffic had disappeared. The only thing he was able to see was the lone figure continuing away from him.

Now. He stood up straight locking his top knees, and sprinted across the open avenue, into another alley and onward to the safety of the abandoned building where he kept his nest.

One more week, one more hunt, he would be heading home.

Once again I return to the scene of the crime.

There I was turning my car around, in the middle of Main Street wondering how her hold over me was so strong that I would even consider what I was going to do. I HAD to do it. She insisted in her way. With her eyes.

A week ago I was mostly fine, albeit my life was pretty dull. In this small town, I had arrived in my dying Cadillac, even though I was not what you would consider wealthy I was by no means a destitute drifter. I was on a break from life.

The corporate hive in New York I left months ago had started to become a fading memory. I purchased a camera, a beat up old Caddy and hit the road, alone. 60 rolls of film later, I was saner (or crazier, depending on where your coming from). Life would not pass me by in a mindless drone anymore. No interstates for me.

As I pulled into this town, the sky went from brightest blue to a blur of the sun and clouds. I slowed my car to a crawl gazing around town for a diner, truck stop, a place to rest. While I was scanning the storefronts, my eyes did come across the vision of beauty that would lead to my destruction.

Skin so smooth that it gleamed like satin in candlelight. Hair darkest black, bound up in a red ribbon. She could have been a body double for Snow White, if it weren't for the glint of lust, that flashed from her eyes when she wanted something. One apple be damned, she wanted the orchard.

Her eyes locked mine when I gazed her way, I have been under her spell since. I could not look away, until.

KERSMASH!

I drove right into a parked car. Putting the Caddy in park, I looked up to in time to glimpse her gliding into the town Diner, bells jingling as she entered.

--End part 1