Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 06

A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding…. this weeks episode: ‘Ronnie Gets Down to Business’
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Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

Ronnie’s knowledge making incense and its effects on people would come in handy this weekend as her dad had invited councilman Miller to her family’s summer cottage.

 

The early summer day around the cottage was warm and pleasant. As Mr. Miller and her dad were out Ronnie spent the day in her attic workshop, distilling the essence of a couple of local plants into an extract she loaded into a glade plugin.

 

Shortly after diner Ronnie excused herself from the conversation around the table. She went up to her workshop and collected the plugins she had enhanced. She slipped into her parents room first and set the device. Then she slipped into the guest room and plugged one in for the mild mannered councilman.

 

Later, when everyone retired for the evening, Ronnie’s plan was already well under way. The incense had the expected effect on her parents. They were always quite vocal in their love making. Since they would be occupied for a while, Ronnie proceeded.

 

Wearing a long, white silk robe Ronnie tapped on Mr. Miller’s door and entered without waiting for a response.

 

“Excuse me,” she said carrying towels in her arms. “I forgot to bring these up to you earlier. ”

 

The scent of the incense was light in the air but its effects were already working.

 

“O – oh” Mr. miller stammered, “that’s quite alright.”

 

He was standing by the window in a T-shirt and lounge pants. Ronnie smiled noticing the growing erection tenting the lose fabric.

 

“The view outside is wonderful. It’s so clear out there you can really see the stars,” Ronnie said, moving towards Mr. Miller and the window. “Let me open that for you. I’m sure some cool night air will feel wonderful”.

 

While she leaned over to unfasten the window, Mr. Miller appreciated the view of her generous curves and his erection grew harder. Ronnie turned and noticed. She also not I see the pleasant look in his eye. The incense was taking a strong effect. His arousal was peaking.

 

“Well, it seems you do like mountain views Mr. Miller,” Ronnie said stepping closer.

 

“I…,”. Before he could say more Ronnie’s lips were on him and she let her hand slip into his pants. Getting the situation in hand she led him to the large welcoming guest bed. A few hours of gentle persuasion should help the councilman see things from her point of view. The photos will help also.

Poem Alert – Tritina – Christine Series

A tritina is a ten line poem that uses three end words. The end words are rotated in three tercets (3 line stanzas) before all appearing in the final line. There is no rhyme schemes or subjects inherent to tritinas. They incorporate a quick repetition of words and the trick is to make it all sound natural.

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Christine Series

Christine Series

 

There’s a quote from Hamlet “take up arms”

We should fight the troubles we face then rest

Within this play are several levels of content

 

For Christine the night will bring little rest

Leather masked and spread for display she’s content

She’ll remain in this pose while I bind her arms

 

Playing with my bound Christine I’m content

Purging her with the crop in my strong arm

Then after we have fought our demons we will rest

 

Yes, In my endearing arms she’ll rest contently

Poem Alert – Sonnet – Julia Series

This poem is in the Elizabethan format. The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet. The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.

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Julia Series

Julia Series

The bourbon adds color to her cheeks

She tries to impress me taking it neat

She’s been catching my eye for weeks

So I had to sweep her off those little feet

 

I’ve invited her to this quiet little nook

It is said that experience will trump youth

This intimate setting is the bait on the hook

Unlike boys she knows, I’m not uncouth

 

It is nice having the nymph here at night

She lounges languidly, a comfortable cat

Her slim contour lines are a sweet sexy sight

And she feels quite at home in this habitat

 

 

When I see her sleeping in the soft dawn’s light

I’m warmed with a thought today will be bright

Limericks!

Ok, I’m developing an idea here… its crazy I know. But I’ve often heard it said that the most important thing a writer can do is… get up and write! So, I thought to myself that I should think of some small little exercise to get the mental juices flowing in the morning while I ponder over my first cup of coffee. Then an idea came right out of left field… limericks! They are short, sweet, corny, not meant to be taken all that seriously. They are a compact little thing, perfect to start the day.

So, I’ve been writing the limerick, then finding an image to pair it with. I use Macromedia Fireworks as my main graphics program and combine the text with the image. Then, I post these little gems on my twitter feed… its all pretty simple and it has been helping me get myself in a creative mood in the morning. It beats trolling Facebook news feeds which had been my ‘morning with coffee’ routine.

Limerick 006 #stpats2015

Limerick 006 #stpats2015

To find more of these amusing little exercises… check out my twitter feed, or check out #stpats2015

 

Monday – Status Update

Summer Monday Status

Its week 35 of 52. That leaves only 17 weeks until the end of the year. I’m pretty happy with the output from last week, at least as far as this blog goes. Five poems and another episode of the weekly serial. I’m hoping this week to continue with at least one poem in each one our three ongoing series (let me know which series is YOUR favorite), one essay, and another Sunday serial installment

In the meantime (blah blah blah blah-blah):

  • Literary Pursuits – a second Witch novella being serialized here and now
  • Erotic Proclivities  – read it here at Erotic Stories
  • Two Fingers – read it here: Lushstories.com
  • Caitlin (Five chapter novella) – approved, read it here at Literotica.com
  • Dumb Drops (formerly Candy) chapter 1 and 2 – approved read it at Stories XNXX
  • Dumb Drops (formerly Candy) chapter 3 – Rejected! Its in rewrite now

Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 05

A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding…. this weeks episode: ‘A Little Background on Ronnie’
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Literary Pleasures

Mistress Alex was spending her Saturday afternoon up in the loft with Ronnie. Ronnie was a gifted acolyte in making potions, elixirs, and incense. Ronnie was especially fond of creating various incenses.

 

Ronnie’s parents had a bit of a rocky marriage when she was younger. However, when she became a freshman, and had started going to the library, she learned new skills that saved her parents’ marriage. Her family life became much better. Its seems that the marriage suffered from her parent’s inability to show each other love. From the skills that Ronnie learned from Alexa, she was able to heal her folks and bring her mother and father to a space where they loved each other much more frequently.

 

Ronnie brought the love back into her parents’ marriage by bringing sex back into their marriage. Through her studies with Alexa, she learned about plants and extracts and the various uses to which they could be employed. Some plants were soothing in nature, some plants were stimulating.

 

She learned to distill the essence and create incense. As the incense burned, do did her parent’s passion for each other. The first time she had made incense, she left a small amount of it burning in the living room. She could hear her mom and dad going at it on their way in from the foyer. She retreated to her bedroom and continued listing to their yelling downstairs.

 

But on this occasion, the yelling didn’t last nearly as long. Soon it died away completely. Ronnie was happy to make the yelling go away. Then, the growing sounds of sex started working their way upstairs. Ronnie’s ear could make out the panting and moaning coming from the sweet smelling living room.

 

As she crept out onto the landing overlooking the living room see could see her mom spread, kneeling naked on the couch with her father behind thrusting deeply. She watched in youthful fascination. She had never seen people having sex. The sounds where pleasing to her. They weren’t yelling. They sounded happy, and a sweet aroma was wafting through the air. It smelled pleasant, like flowers and cinnamon and… something musky.

 

The scent seemed to wrap itself around Ronnie as she watched, fixated on the pleasure below. She was not aware of her hand moving itself slowly along her own pleasure center…

Something Different… “Out There”

This poem is an english version of a Ghazal poem. Reflecting on Eric Garner, Staten Island marches, and the unrest in Ferguson.

The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets—and typically no more than fifteen—that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. (http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-ghazal)

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“Out There…”

unrest protest

out there
unrest protest

Eric Garner died life cut short out there

Out where all of us live out there

 

What does it say about a march when

People, strangers are bussed in from out there

 

The community is our collective space

“We the People” Should be out there

 

See them marching, hear them shouting

We need to be heard. Where? Out there!

 

Moving with solidarity and momentum as one

The crowd chanting “we will not go back”, out there

 

Dispute throwing money at the problem for years

There’s a generation that’s been lost out there

 

 

See past the shouts, Ferguson’s anarchist mayhem

Without the protests Who would care out there?

Poem Alert – Tritina – Christine Series

A tritina is a ten line poem that uses three end words. The end words are rotated in three tercets (3 line stanzas) before all appearing in the final line. There is no rhyme schemes or subjects inherent to tritinas. They incorporate a quick repetition of words and the trick is to make it all sound natural.

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Christine Series

Christine Series

 

Christine’s total demeanor is whipped
“The world just doesn’t improve” she moaned
I’m just pleased to see that I’m obeyed

My hand kisses her ass, she whispers her moan
“You know you’ll feel better when you obey,
Christine my love, fetch me your whip.”

She complies because she’s ‘into’ obeying
I’m compelled because I’m ‘into’ whipping
but wonderfully we bond when we’re moaning

We would bemoan loss not obeying the whip

Poem Alert – Sonnet – Julia Series

This poem is in the Elizabethan format. The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet. The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.

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Julia_03

Her energetic youth engages something in me

She yearns to overwhelm me with her charms

As she devours my body with her lips I see

Our April / August romance could raise alarms

 

Her breasts so responsive to the touch

My years add assurance to the stimulation

Her fingers awaken my arousal too much

I draw her close to advance her education

 

This nubile pixie laying naked in my embrace

Rejuvenates me bringing strength to my bones

A self-satisfied contentment spreads across her face

As we exhaust ourselves in a chorus of moans

 

We enjoy these summer afternoons together

As April and August are known for good weather

Poem Alert – Sonnet – Julia Series

This poem is in the Elizabethan format. The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet. The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.

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julia_01

This lover’s gold hair is in a short pixie cut

And it magnifies her doe eyes of blue

With small pouty lips I’ll tell you what

A marvel those simple two lips can do

They meet mine, sweet little pecks of a kiss

It’s true between us she’s much younger

And while she seems to be a willing miss

I know that I can keep pace with her hunger

 

So I let her enjoyable little pecks linger

then hold her chin and before she can fidget

Replacing my lips with the tip of a finger

her nubile lips part to take in my digit

 

Too young to enjoy the taste of fine scotch

And still eager to play with the bulge in my crotch