Endings and Beginnings

Before I start, I would like to tell you I'm visiting with Jon Keys today, so go check that out.

Things have changed from when I was a kid. Back then, there were two basic seasons for television programs - the regular seasons and the summer reruns. Of course, back then, we basically had what? Five channels? Six after UHF came out? (Yes, I'm old enough to remember a time before UHF, and also a time when color TV's were brand new and not the norm, like they are now).

With the coming of cable, that all changed. There is no one season fits all. Which is actually good. You can balance your programming and not try to watch everything at once, which is impossible due to the demands of time (and yes, DVR is a real godsend too). As one show you enjoy ends its season, another is sure to begin. And so it is with me.

Once Upon a Time, Masters of Sex both finished. Grimm just had a finale, at least until February 28th, at which time both it and Hannibal will return. And yay for Hannibal! I saw a promo for it last night, during Grimm, using a song very familiar to me, Can't Get it Out of My Head:   It's an old ELO song, and how well it works with this.







I think this season we will see Hannibal really coming out as the serial killer we all know and love, even more

than in the first season, as he frames Will Graham for the murders he has committed. If they continue in this vein, and I hope that they do, I think season three should be the season of Red Dragon. And eventually we will come to Silence of the Lambs and Clarice. There can be no spoilers, if you've read the books and watched the movies. But the fun is in the anticipation, in watching it played out using these very talented actors. I wasn't sure I could accept anyone other than Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal, but Mads Mikkelsen is superb, and Hugh Dancy shines as Will Graham. When NBC is good, they are very very good, especially with their dramas. They put all the others to shame, as far as the networks go. But sometimes they also screw me over, cancelling shows I love. I don't think this will be the case with Hannibal, though, or Grimm.

Dracula had its season finale, but the fate of the show is up in the air. NBC hasn't decided. That's what I mean. Sometimes you have to trust your instincts and go with it. Dracula is a strong contender, and they should renew it for another year, see where it goes. I hope they do, because the creators have taken a familiar story and given it some interesting twists, and I'm not ready for it to be over.




Justified has just returned for its fifth season, and it's going strong. Guess who's back? Remember Dewey

Crowe of the four kidneys? Dumber than a bag of hair Dewey? Well, he's not any smarter. And now he's got kinfolk from down South to reckon with, a cousin who's pretty sure he can control Dewey and get over on him and everyone else. Raylan's a new daddy, with a little girl down in Florida. Still not sure why Winona left him - she must be crazy. Raylan's staying in some fancy digs that the feds appropriated from a criminal and he's sortof seeing Loretta's caseworker, who has a crazy boyfriend. Ava's still in jail for murder, and Boyd's doing what he can, but he's got problems of his own. I wonder if their relationship will survive this?

Top Chef New Orleans has two more episodes, as they wind out the finale into two, which means probably a lot of filler, which is annoying. It's down to Nina, Shirley and Nicholas. Carlos was eliminated last week, thank goodness. I couldn't stand him, and felt that his personality aside, he was too one-note to win. I'm looking for Nicholas to be eliminated before the final showdown. He should have been gone already, and only having immunity saved his ass and cost a worthier chef the chance to win. See, in the end, it isn't necessarily the best chef that wins. This is just a longer form of cutthroat kitchens, with its own form of sabotages. Take immunity off the table from the beginning, and you get a whole other ballgame. I'm rooting for Shirley. Not that I don't like Nina, I do. But I think Shirley is the more skillful of the two and deserves to win.

Speaking of Cutthroat Kitchen, I have to say it's a lot better show than I thought it was going to be. In fact, I

downright enjoy it. Alton Brown delivers just the right amount of coldness for the part of the emcee, and the contestants are obviously encouraged to play as unfairly as possible, including a lot of trash talk. But it's all in fun, and don't worry - Alton's as sweet as ever, it's just a persona, folks! But it makes for some fun times as people are given handicaps to their cooking, whether it's how they cook, or what they cook. For example, sometimes only one chef is allowed to taste their dish. And one time a chef was forced to do all his cooking with utensils made of aluminum foil. Losing time, having fresh ingredients swapped for process ones - it's all part of the game of Cutthroat Kitchen!

American Horror Story Coven ends this week, and I must say it's been a wild and crazy ride - and I've loved every minute of it. How's it going to end? I have no clue! ****SPOILER ALERT**** In the last episode, they killed the Axeman. Nan is dead. Delphine trapped in a Hell of her own making. Fiona is dead, without having named a successor. Misty was rescued from her premature burial. But I would not underestimate Fiona. And it's not over until it's over, as the coven prepares to perform the seven wonders which will determine who is the next Supreme. All bets are off, and I would not hazard a guess as to who it might be. With a triumvirate such as Jessica Lange, Angela Bassett, and Kathy Bates, can you possibly go wrong? I think not.

Speaking of shows that have come back, my darling Sherlock as returned! Reports of his death were greatly

exaggerated! Of course, if you know Sherlock Holmes at all, you knew that already, as the infamous Reichenbach Falls was the scene of the fictional detective's demise those many years ago. And like his literary counterpart, this Sherlock isn't dead either. Of course not, that would mean an end to the series. I'm sad that each season consists of only three episodes, but what wonderful episodes! I loved the first one. I laughed and I cried. ****SPOILERS**** Next one should be great, as Dr. Watson gets married. We met his fiance in the first one, and surprisingly I liked her. Can't wait for the next.

And The Following is back! Didn't we all know Joe couldn't be dead? Seriously? Well, the first episode aired after one of the football game playoffs last weekend. And that was a huge mistake, I could have told them it would be. Basically because of the unpredictable timing element of football games. They don't tie up neatly in an allotted time, they're unreliable. And how do you set your DVR when you can't be sure what time the show will start? You can't, not with any real assurance that you'll catch the whole thing. And that's just what happened. Apparently, the idiots at Fox began airing it 12 minutes early! Well, duh, that means for everyone who recorded it that twelve minutes were lost. At least they realized their stupidity and are re-airing the episode prior to the next one. But that means blocking out more time to watch both. Jeez, people, get your act together!

Back to cooking for a moment. Food Network is now airing Chopped Canada, the Great North version of our beloved series. It's very similar, of course, and follows the same format. Different host, different judges, and of course different contestants. It's interesting. If you like Chopped, I think you'll like it. The host is no Ted Allen, but he does fine. The best part for me is getting to see Roger Mooking as a judge. Last seen, he did a show with Aaron Sanchez called Heat Seekers.

And on Saturday mornings, something different - The Kitchen. This is a weekly talk show featuring five Food

Network personalities. I'll admit the biggest reason I tuned in was because of my crush on Chef Geoffrey Zakarian, and also because Jeff Mauro, the Sandwich King is there too. But I was pleasantly surprised to discover that it's a fun, informative and interesting hour of television, and I look forward to it every week now. Well worth your while if you enjoy learning about food, listening to light, fun banter, and seeing talented chefs cook. Geoffrey has his own portion of the show - It's 5 o'clock somewhere - and he mixes a different cocktail in every episode.

Lest you think I've forgotten, let me mention that The Blacklist is back and better than ever, and James Spader is hot, hot, hot and I cannot wait to find out what is going to happen. Will we learn the truth about Red's relationship with Lizzie? Will we discove the truth about Tom? We already know who the mole is. What a fabulous first season this has been. This goes on my gotta have list for sure, along with Hannibal and Grimm (I got the first season, thanks to my Sarah!)

I think that's about it for now. More about the Following, once I actually watch it. Same with Hannibal. I'm working on my first BDSM novel, and hope to finish it by the end of February, although that might be ambitious. I'm excited that When Will I See You Again comes out tomorrow. I hope, of course, that it does well, but mostly I hope that people enjoy it. I poured my heart into it.

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #22

Happy Hump Day to one and all! Are you ready for some flash fiction? This week's prompt was: "Hit me with your best shot"  or there were these alternative prompts:  unicorn, mandolin, some sort of plant or "hit or miss" or 

"sex on the beach"  or "I thought I knew (fill in the blank), until he/she...." or bartender, math, elephant.

In last week's installment of Dallas in Wonderland, Dallas enjoyed a little bit of a growth spurt, and Dr. Levi was not shy about bringing the situation to a climax. However, their idyll has been interrupted by the approach of... what? Stay tuned and find out!

Don't forget to check out all the Wednesday Briefers and see what they're up to this week - you'll find their links after this story.

Dallas in Wonderland #22

“What is that horrible noise?” Dallas winced. He would have covered his ears to protect them from the cacophony, but that would involve letting go of Samuel, something he was loath to do.

“I believe it’s known as burbling,” Samuel commented calmly.  Did nothing faze this man?

“How many of them are there?” Dallas asked in alarm.

“Just one, love. “ Samuel kissed him softly, and Dallas melted into his touch. Until the next ear-splitting screech sent a jolt rocketing through his body.

“We should probably get up.” Samuel rose, lifting a panicking Dallas with him. The good doctor brushed at bits of stray sand that stuck to strategic points of Dallas’s body, including his cock. “There you go,” he said, offering him a small smile.

Dallas realized, too late, that he would’ve been more useful to them in his larger form. Alas, there was nothing he could do about that now. He had lost what remained of the magic mushroom when his clothes had exploded from his body as he’d grown to giant proportions. Probably scattered to the four winds by now.

Dallas shivered as a stray breeze found its way up his backside, chilling him.  “What now?”

“Well, we’ve had sex on the beach. I suggest we work on finding a different locale.”

Surprised, Dallas peered intently into the other man’s eyes, searching for answers. Was he having fun with him or did Samuel want to be with him that badly? He hoped it was the latter, for that would go a long way to justify his own feelings toward the charming Dr. Levi. It would also serve to alleviate some of the insecurities brought on by his ex, Quentin.

“I love you, Samuel,” he blurted out before he could recall the incriminating words.

“I think we should remove ourselves from the beach,” Samuel smoothly suggested.  Dallas noticed that he made 

no comment on his’ impulsive declaration.

“Do you think it’s coming this way?”

Samuel shrugged. “Who knows? There is no logic to the beast. His methods seem to be rather hit or miss at best. At the moment, though, I am afraid we are ill equipped to do battle with him. I think we should regroup. What are your thoughts on the subject?”

“I’d follow you anywhere,” Dallas asserted, his voice thick with emotion.

“Let us go then, you and I,” Samuel quipped.  Dallas’ heart skipped a beat. “Then we’ll live to fight another day.”

Samuel led the way as they turned away from the beach, headed toward the cliffs. Dallas found himself growing horny all over again. He hoped that they’d have the time to make love again.  He felt that he could make love to Samuel forever, and never notice the passage of time.

Without warning they found themselves engulfed in darkness as a shadow fell across the sand, surrounding them like a shroud. This place has the strangest weather. Expecting to hear thunder, Dallas cast a glance upward at the huge black cloud that seemed to have taken control of the sky. But it wasn’t a cloud; it was a strange flying creature with a wingspan so enormous it seemed to obliterate the sun, and talons that looked more than capable of performing visceral damage.  Dallas froze, his legs unwilling or unable to obey his silent command to move. Perhaps a little of both.

He felt a familiar arm circle his waist, heard a gentle voice in his ear that soothed even as it propelled him into motion. Gently thrusting him out of harm’s way behind him, Samuel assumed a protective posture, standing between Dallas and the Jabberwock.

"Hit me with your best shot," Samuel challenged the beast.

The creature shook its head and roared, lunging toward Samuel. The beating of its great wings stirred up the sand around them, embroiling it into swirling dust clouds that obscured their vision. Dallas wiped at his eyes, trying to see through the particulate curtain.

The harder he tried, the thicker it became, clogging his nostrils and mouth.

Dallas began to panic. “Samuel?” he cried. His voice sounded very faint, as if it came from far away. He reached out for the other man, needing to affirm his presence, but he touched only sand. “Samuel?”

He received no reply.

The sand devils battered against him; he threw up his arms in self-defense, then doubled over, shielding his face from the onslaught of fury. He felt it tear at his unprotected skin, slicing at it viciously. He was sure he’d have a number of angry welts to show for this when it was all over.

Then as suddenly as it had begun, the winds died, the roaring ceased, and silence prevailed.

Dallas slowly uncurled from his fetal position, spitting out grains of sand. As soon as he dared, he opened his eyes, slowly, carefully.

All was calm, the sands showing no sign of perturbation. Everything that had been uprooted had somehow found its way back to its original position.

Except for two things.

Samuel and the Jabberwock were gone.

tbc

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♥ Julie

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #21

Happy Hump Day! Are you ready for some flash fiction, brought to you by the members of the Wednesday Briefs? Well, wait no more, it's that time! Our group is growing by leaps and bounds! We hope you're enjoying our weekly offering of fiction fun! This week we had these prompts:  "It was a dark and stormy night."  

The alternative prompts were: candy, crow, a length of rope or "When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..." or 

French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice or penguin, ventriloquist, rapier or "Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in  your pocket?"

This week, Dallas in Wonderland continues where we left off, with Dallas experiencing a sudden growth spurt. What next? You have to read it to find out!

Dallas in Wonderland #21

Dallas’s whole body felt as if it were expanding, more than just his mind. The ground seemed to be moving away from him, as well as everything upon it. He pulled his foot from the fire and shook it; drops of flame danced off;  the already panicked men ran, scattering in pairs. Dallas threw out one hand to balance himself. It landed smack dab in the strawberry river, but curiously, the water only rose up to his elbow. Surely it had been deeper than that before?

Something tickled his arm. Glancing into the water, he saw a school of tiny fish. They nibbled at his flesh, prickling, but not causing pain; he grinned at the sight. Pulling his arm from the water, he looked down at himself in amazement.  He was easily ten feet tall, maybe fifteen or twenty. It was hard to tell proportion with such a rapid growth spurt—a lot faster than puberty, and twice as confusing. His clothes hadn’t expanded with him; stretched beyond their capacity to contain him, they’d been reduced to tatters early on, to be blown away by the first errant breeze.

He looked about for Samuel, searching for his familiar long red tail.  He finally found him, standing beside Dallas’ overly large feet.

“Hello up there!” Samuel waved. “Are you glad to see me, or is that a forest in your pocket?”

Samuel’s voice went straight to Dallas’ cock. Dallas’ very large, very erect cock—it had to be eighteen inches long, if not more. His eyes bulged at the sight of so much him. He slipped his hand about his own naked hardness, unable to keep from touching it. A giant vein that ran along the underside visibly throbbed along with his pulse. He curled himself around Samuel, careful not to crush him. Samuel was only about one third his size and he didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m very glad to see you,” Dallas admitted. He yearned for the taste of Samuel’s lips, but somehow he didn’t see that happening, not with the disparity in their sizes. His head was still spinning from the shotgun technique Samuel had employed to share the contents of the joint, every sensation heightened a thousandfold.

Now the question was—how was he going to get back to his proper height so he could be fucked again by the delicious Dr. Levi?

Dallas shivered at an unexpected touch; he looked down to find Samuel licking his cock. He’d taken up a position just below it, wrapped his legs around the base, and begun to taste. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the head, splatting on the ground, narrowly missing Samuel.

“You taste like candy,” the good doctor commented.  “If I had a length of rope, I’d climb up there and kiss you, you know? Alas, I did not come prepared.”

Damn the luck. Dallas’ lips throbbed with unspent passion, his cock reacting to Samuel’s tongue. 

“I need you to kiss me,” Dallas moaned, “need you so much, Samuel.”

“Never give up, Dallas, never surrender. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. If you want it, it will come.”

Dallas thought he’d never heard more beautiful words in his life.  Tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

“What goes up must come down,” Samuel continued, unwinding himself from around Dallas. At first Dallas was disappointed at the loss of his warm body—until he saw Samuel divest himself of his clothing, tossing aside his green kilt to reveal his very pale, very beautiful flesh.

Naked, he began to lick at Dallas’ cock again, pressing against him with his own heated body. Dallas wouldn’t have believed it, but his skin was so super-sensitive that he felt every touch, every nuance of Samuel’s ministrations. His cock began to twitch, his balls to tighten. He gripped his own sac, careful not to unsettle Samuel from his precarious perch.

With the pre-cum that seeped from his hardness, he resembled a seething volcano, pressure building in every crevice and orifice, even to the farthest reaches of his body, his limbs trembling with excitement. Dallas closed his eyes and threw back his head, his moans filling the air at approximately the decibel level of a train whistle. Birds flying by squawked at the sound and raced away. Small animals took cover. The ground began to tremble with the force of the vibrations that shook Dallas’ frame.

“You can do it.” Samuel encouraged him with his words, his lips, his tongue, his hands, and his entire body. “Let it out, let it all out…”

Dallas’ cock began to convulse in the throes of his orgasm. His fingers gripped the earth, clawing divots from the very ground. His leg muscled tightened, his back arched, his balls ached fiercely until he began to release in molten waves that flowed from his spasming cock.

As his essence left his body, he felt a swirl that encompassed his very core, as if he were folding in on himself, like a telescope, growing smaller with each mini eruption and aftershock of his coming. Smaller and smaller, while Samuel seemed to grow larger, although that was simply a perception and not a truth, for the truth was that he did not change at all, while Dallas did grow smaller.

With a last gasp, he was done, and somehow, in the midst of his re-combobulations, he managed to end up with Samuel perfectly aligned atop his body, in just the perfect proportion as they’d been before.

“Welcome back, handsome,” Samuel greeted him before he claimed Dallas’ lips in a heart-stopping kiss. Dallas wrapped his arms about Samuel, clinging tightly, lest he find himself changing again. But no, all remained the same, as they sang to one another, using the medium of their lips.

Until Dallas was torn from his idyllic bliss by a terrible screech which filled the very air about them. What the fuck?  He turned worried eyes toward Samuel.

“Ah,” the doctor said calmly. “The Jabberwock approaches.”

to be continued

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♥ Julie

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #20

Happy Wednesday, it's that time of the week again - time for the Wednesday Briefers to do their thing! This week, This week, Scarlett Knight is our Prompt Diva, and she's given us these wonderful prompts: Prompt 1: Write a scene/story set on a plane, a cruise ship, or a train  and  Prompt 2: Use "macaroni," "diva," and "cape" and Prompt 3: Write a scene/story and include a bird in some way  while I offer  these alternate prompts: "Opposites attract" or 

an interesting use of an electric chair or scarf, cucumber, and a coffee table

This week, Dallas in Wonderland turns 20! Last week, we saw Dallas get his heart's desire - making love with Samuel. Now what's in store for these two? Find out here! And then check out the other Briefers to see what they're up to!  Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland #20

A sleepy Dallas opened his eyes to discover they were back where they’d started. Back by the fire,  along with the other wayward wanderers; not back in their own world, much as he might wish to be.

Darkness had engulfed them in a velvety curtain, the stars mere pinpoints of light dotting the background. Staring hazily up into the night sky, Dallas swore he saw two moons, parallel crescents that nestled close together, like celestial lovers. He blinked and looked again. Yes, there were two moons.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” he murmured aloud.

He glanced up, meeting Samuel’s gaze, looking down at him. His head was pillowed in Samuel’s lap; he lay on the sand, near enough to benefit from the warmth of the blaze around which the others sat in pairs. When he looked at them, he received winks and knowing smiles in return. His cheeks grew warm, but not from the fire.

Samuel’s hand stroked Dallas’ hair; he nestled against him contentedly. The sand was surprisingly comfortable, but Samuel’s lap was pure heaven. This wasn’t really so bad, was it? He wouldn’t mind staying here for a while, with Samuel by his side.

Samuel kissed one of his fingers, placed the fingertip against Dallas’ lips in a gesture that went straight to Dallas’ heart. He heard the hoots and catcalls from the peanut gallery, but he didn’t mind. For right now, all was right with the world.

Samuel looked up at the other men. “Gentlemen.” He smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. “I believe you were telling us your tale, were you not?”

Dallas followed his gaze, saw that he referred to Leatherman, who was now handcuffed to the policeman. He didn’t seem to mind, considering the heated looks exchanged between them.  Dallas wondered what he’d missed. Had he been asleep long? Had Samuel carried him here, after dressing him? A quick glance downward reassured him that yes, he was dressed, just as before.

Leatherman cleared his throat. “Ahem, as I was saying…”

“Here, have some of this.” A moccasin-clad foot gently nudged Dallas. He glanced up to find the Indian Chief, silhouetted against the double moons. He held something out to Dallas, pincered between two fingers.

“I don’t smoke,” Dallas began, but Samuel reached for the glowing object instead.

“Thank you.”

The colorful bonnet on the Indian’s head swayed as he nodded, then walked away. Dallas watched curiously as Samuel took the item, which resembled a cigarette, but was shorter and stubbier, and placed the lit end inside his mouth. He leaned down toward Dallas, who instinctively inhaled, desirous of taking in Samuel’s scent. Funny, it was sweeter than he remembered. Almost dizzyingly sweet…

Dallas could hear Leatherman going on, in the background, but damned if he knew what the man was talking about, neither did he care. The comments of his audience were more entertaining.

“What a diva!” the construction worker snorted, while he heard the cowboy remark, “Give a guy a cape and suddenly they’re the Lone Ranger.” Whatever that meant.

“How’s my baby?” Samuel asked, his fingers caressing Dallas’s temple. Dallas smiled up at him, a smile that reached from ear to ear. In fact, Dallas felt as though he were all smile, and nothing else. He was the biggest smile in the world, because he was the happiest man in the world.

“Meow,” he purred, rubbing his face against Samuel’s crotch, the feel of his hard cock taking his breath away. “Mmm, kitty want milk. Feed kitty?”

Samuel moved Dallas’ face away from his crotch, but not too far. “I’m afraid you won’t find any milk there, kitty. Not the kind that felines enjoy, anyway.”

Undaunted, Dallas opened his mouth as if he intended to inhale Samuel’s cock through the kilt. “Kitty thirsty,” he repeated. “Kitty want to drink…”

“Hey, soldier, I made a mess of macaroni, would you like some?” the military man offered.

Somehow even a cheesy treat didn’t compare to what he knew he’d find beneath Samuel’s kilt.

Something clicked in Dallas’ brain, befogged as it was. Samuel was wearing a kilt, not a pair of traditional trousers. So much the better. Not only sexier, but easier to get into his knickers, ‘cause he wasn’t wearing any!

Dallas grinned again, all the way down to his non-existent toes. “Meow,” he purred, as he pulled back a little bit, contemplating Samuel in all his green glory. He bent down and kissed one knee, then turned to the other and kissed that too, lest he be accused of favoritism, licking along his calf for good measure. The slightly salty taste of Samuel’s skin only served to enflame his desire.

Reaching for the kilt, he lifted it.  Tied around Samuel’s beautiful cock was a string and a tag that read, “Drink me.”

Well, Dallas didn’t need to be told twice, as he quickly untied the little notice and tossed it aside, then swallowed Samuel’s cock whole. Oh blessed cock, blessed relief, blessed great saints in the morning, but Samuel tasted so very good. Best cock ever. Bar none.

Greedily he guzzled and sucked on that beautiful cock. The leather clad bore’s voice droned even further into the background, only occasionally a word or two seeping into Dallas’ consciousness. Bats. And cats. And sometimes even rats.

Do cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats? Do cocks eat locks? Do locks eat cocks? Around and around and around he goes, and where he stops, nobody…

The world seemed to explode inside of Dallas’ mouth and he began to drink, in great long gulps, as if he’d been marooned in the middle of the sea for a long long time, with nothing but salt water to drink.

Now where was that silly albatross?

His first sign that something just might be wrong was when he heard the shriek of the Leatherman, and then cries of concern from all the other men. And then, for some reason, he found that his overly large foot was in the fire.

 to be continued

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♥ Julie