We made it back from our vacation, and it was a wonderful one. I'm looking forward to telling you more about it and sharing some pictures next week.
My friend Grace, who has written stories for us before (you can find one here) realized that I was nearly out of new stories and set me one she wrote a while back. This is why I like Fantasy Friday so much, I get to meet new people and we get so many different types of stories.
A Room with a View
So, Love, once again it returns to me like an echo of light in the night. I never understand it and yet I feel its inevitable pull, an invisible powerful force so gentle and light yet it washes the daily grime from my soul and hints of a brighter place. The distance between us seems smaller tonight, the causeway at low tide and the urge to travel west to that ancient land of sea and sky is strong, your memory enchanting, a melody to remember and savor. I feel close to touching the outer fringes of the universe tonight.
But let me tell you a little about that time, an ancient tale for a new age. A computer to match beings who are wired in a particular, consensual, familiar way. Invisible people in a clandestine matrix. It was here that I found us in a hotel room above the city and my world has never been the same since.
“I think you need to be spanked!” He said.
She half looked over her shoulder at him “No I don’t!” she said petulantly, at the same time practicing her pout.
“I think she does” he thought, “I will follow her lead.”
“What the hell am I doing here” she thought “You know that stupid” she replied to herself. “You came along, yes but now that I’m here, always yes but no but.” Her internal dialogue ping ponged back and forth whilst she looked down and shuffled her feet.
“I was glad the computer matched us tonight” he said trying to relax the atmosphere “she really is beautiful” he thought.
“Me too” she replied. “I love his smile and kind eyes” she let her thoughts drift to another time, a different world, a fantasy world that she needed now. Her internal voices returned once again to her “What is this thing about?”
The pictures in her mind took over as the mist swirled through the ancient forest, its cathedral limbs reaching up to the crisp starry night sky, grounding the heavens in its leafy grasp. “I come here so often but I have no idea why, I am addicted to this way, I cannot break free and nor do I wish to. They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, if so then I am barking mad and happy to be so!” She smiled quietly to herself at this revelation.
“Do I lead or am I led? It’s a conundrum! I suspect I am led to wherever I want to go and hoping above all hopes that our destination doesn’t disappoint” The wind gently sighed in the tree tops as the low clouds scudded across the moon. She looked up as the Pagan view played out its scene for her, just as it had for a thousand millennia. “I wonder where I will allow you to lead me this time sir? Towards something I crave? I suspect so! Or is this the ramblings of a deranged mind. You tell me!”
“Pardon?” He said.
“You tell me!” She said out loud whilst looking out of the balcony at the cityscape laid out below. “You tell me what I have to do.” She looked down and shuffled her feet once again. “It appears I am fascinated by my feet!” she giggled.
He looked on totally bewildered, her weird behaviour puzzling and yet enthralling, she was a fascinating secret mystery, he had never met anyone like her before and he was completely captivated by her presence.
“I will do my best!” she continued, “I believe it’s time, do you not think? For me to do my best, on my best behaviour!”
“You are a strange one!” he said whilst trying to take in the whole situation and her stunning beauty. “Were you always like this?”
“Weren’t we all?” she replied “But I will now come to you and do my best, on my best behaviour” In her imagination the scene changed once again to a forest glade as she sashayed bare foot through the dew wet grass until she stood in front of him. She took both of his hands into hers, tilted her head slightly and looked up at him. “What are we going to do with me, where are you going to take me?” Her dark eyes looked unblinking into his soul and he knew in an instance that he was completely and hopelessly out of his depth, completely lost and completely hers and he knew he wanted to be forever.
“I,I,” He gave up on his words as she placed a finger against his lips and smiled.
“Sometimes you know there are no need for words.”
She turned around and gently held the post of the bed her back arched to protrude her buttocks. Her silk dress clung to her naked skin, offering the perfect curve of her bottom to him. Her long ebony hair hung down her naked back like silk and he saw once again her stunning beauty. She felt the excitement rising within her, her heart pounding as she waited. No doubts now as she immersed herself into her passion and her true natural self. Her mind wandered again, the room spun around and away she flew. A warm breeze blew across the fields lifting her hair gently as she stood firm against the elements.
She felt the caress of his hands on her bottom, his soft kiss on her naked back before the first slap landed loud upon the roundness of her bottom, the satin of her dress stretched like a second skin clung to her curves. A sudden sting, a warm glow, the desire instantly aroused, another slap, his hand contacting with her bottom, his palm a perfect match to the curves of her bottom. The noise loud as the rhythmic percussion continued, her gasps and groans registering with his authority to spank her as they joined, fully integrated, the desire, the circle complete as two lovers lost themselves in a soft sensual dream.
He was entrapped into her world and lost to her fantasyland, the wildness apparent and real. She vaguely felt him reposition her over his knee but she was lost in a dreamscape of desire. A vulnerable submission fell upon her as she raised her bottom to his hand, the smacks continuing to flow into her. The heat from her jiggling bottom spreading to her sex, his hand firmly on the smallness of her back.
The fresh cool morning air blowing the light curtains that framed the balcony doors woke him. He remembered with a start the night before and sat up suddenly, the space beside him empty where she once laid, her perfume still lingered on the pillow as he lay back down.
Such strange beauty he had seldom known and he wondered if he ever would again.
A year and a day passed, his sojourn in the west nearly complete and then he wondered into her world again. Across a crowded street he recognized her, a familiar sway to her hips caught his attention first and then a coy smile as she half looked over her shoulder to him, her hair like silk, her warm smile, her bare legs golden brown against her light cotton dress, and in a heartbeat he was hers once again, and he followed and she led until they found themselves in a quiet cobbled lane off the main drag. It was here that she pushed herself against him, looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth onto his, her hands in his hair as he cupped her bottom in his hands.
“Welcome.” she eventual said with a small smile.
“You left me lost last time, you know that don’t you?” he said as he held her tightly around her waist.
She looked deeply into his eyes, her head slightly tilted “shall I stay this time?”
The inner dialogue remained mute, no need for doubts, no need for fear, they were paired, he had found her, his task complete. She placed her finger against his lips and then took his hands into hers, “Let me lead you into my world.”
“Is it far?” he asked.
“No not at all, in fact it’s a breath away, your imagination will take you, but let us go there together.”
The warm sea breeze disturbed the light curtains that framed the doors leading onto the balcony, waves crashing and retreating on a sandy sun drenched beach filled their soundscape. She lay face down across his legs, her thin dress mirroring the curves of her naked bottom.
“I will do my best, on my best behavior.” she said half looking over her shoulder to him with her now familiar coy smile.
Grace, thank you for sharing your story with us. I wish everyone would think about trying one story, that one little fantasy that keeps running through your mind. The one you want to write, but don't think you can. Well I say give it a shot! Send any stories to firstname.lastname@example.org