Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #19

Happy Hump Day and welcome to another offering of flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! Here are this week's prompts:    "Spring fever or hay fever, I don't know...."  or or the alternative prompts: "Love is in the air" or use: octopus, Vienna sausage, Rice Krispies or "Just a spoonful of  (fill in the blank) makes the medicine go down" or it's laundry day and your character hasn't a thing to wear!  or "Yes, we have no (fill in the blank)". 


In last week's Dallas in Wonderland, as you'll recall, Dallas finally got his wish to have some alone time with Samuel. Let's see what he does with it, in this week's chapter. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other Wednesday Briefers, who shall be listed at the end of this blog!

Dallas in Wonderland #19


 

Samuel’s words only served to cause Dallas’ cock to throb all the more, a pulse that circumnavigated his body with an ache that wouldn’t quit. “Yes,” he murmured against Samuel’s hardness. “Make love to me… now.”

Yet he couldn’t tear himself away from that beautiful cock, continuing to lick along its length, tasting, teasing, adoring. Dallas couldn’t resist taking the end into his mouth, suckling at it; his free hand went to his weeping erection and palmed it in an attempt to keep it quiescent. His efforts had the opposite effect, exciting him even more.

“Normally, I’d offer you the perfect prescription for what ails you.” Samuel’s talented fingers caressed Dallas’ head.

Dallas raised his eyes, meeting Samuel’s topaz gaze with his own, never releasing the tip of his cock.

“With a spoonful of me,” the doctor boldly answered the unspoken question, “to make the medicine go down.”

Dallas thought that was the most delicious suggestion he’d ever heard.

Suddenly Dallas felt strong hands beneath his elbows, lifting him to a standing position—the next moment he’d been taken into Samuel’s strong arms and laid carefully onto the hammock.

“Let me do all the work, Dallas,” he instructed him, removing every article of clothing that Dallas wore before attending to his own. The green kilt joined the pile with all the rest. Gazing at Samuel’s naked body, Dallas thought surely he’d died and gone to heaven.

Dallas thought he’d never seen anyone so beautiful in all his life. Samuel Levi was perfectly formed. Not too muscular, yet not soft in any way. He wasn’t a large man, but he wasn’t small either. His nipples, situated on his lightly haired, strong chest, were a dusky coral that simply invited nipping, while between his legs, his magnificent cock sprang from a nest of tight red curls. The hairs felt crinkly when Dallas touched them, an expression of awe crossing his face.

Samuel’s smile was electric. It sent a surge coursing through his veins such as he’d never experienced before in his life. He held out his arms to him, his eyes pleading, begging to be taken.

The hammock dipped as Samuel’s weight was added to it, covering Dallas’ body with his own. Dallas had a fearful moment when he thought they’d spill, but they seemed to balance it perfectly, to the point where it swayed with a light rocking motion. He could feel Samuel’s desire pressed against his own. When Samuel moved his hips, they rubbed together. Dallas couldn’t help but moan.

Samuel nipped along his lower lip, hard enough to draw a little blood. Dallas saw it on his tongue when he lifted his head, and the sight was intoxicating.

With his thumb, Samuel drew Dallas’ lips apart, and then inserted his tongue between them. As if reading the command in his eyes, Dallas sucked on his tongue, swallowing the coppery blood that lingered there. Samuel pulled back and nipped again, repeating the process several times before he lifted one of his own fingers to his mouth. He tore lightly at the end with his perfectly white teeth, drawing blood. When he put his finger into Dallas’ mouth, he understood immediately and drank of Samuel’s blood.

Dallas arched his back when Samuel turned his attention to the rest of his body, kissing and licking his flesh, laving beneath Dallas’ arm most assiduously. Dallas watched the almost ecstatic expression on the doctor’s face; eyes closed, he seemed to inhale Dallas’ scent.

Dallas felt ready to explode. His channel ached to be filled. He wanted to be filled. He needed to be filled. But only by one man. This man. There was no other man for him. His world now consisted of only Samuel Levi.

He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, touching their combined hardnesses, drawing comfort from the feel of their cocks.

“Do you want me, Dallas?” Samuel asked. Dallas felt as though the answer was obvious, but he replied, “Oh yes, very much, Samuel.” He arched his back, as if by sheer dint of will, he could draw Samuel inside of him.

Samuel grinned, a smile that turned Dallas’ very insides into goo. He kissed a path down his body, but never touched his cock, deliberately passing over it. And when he had completed the abbreviated Cook’s tour of Dallas’ body, he positioned himself between Dallas’ legs; Dallas’ breathing became even more ragged, if possible, as Samuel lifted his legs onto his shoulders and slid inside of him in one hot, quick motion, nimbly impaling him.

Yesssssssssssss!

Dallas’ intense scream of pleasure rent the night air. God yes, this was just what he’d wanted from the first time he’d laid eyes on Samuel, there in his basement. Even if he’d had to take a circuitous route to get here.

Samuel’s eyes bore into Dallas’ as he began the dance. He was the conductor, and at his whim, he changed the tempo. From andante to allegro. From a stately waltz to a quick Fox Trot to a seductive tango. Dallas was his orchestra, and he played him skillfully with his baton, as Dallas continued to cry out his arias for Samuel’s ears alone.

Their flesh slapped together wetly as Samuel thrust inside of him, over and over. Just when Dallas thought he’d lose his mind, Samuel’s hand clamped about his openly leaking cock and fisted it.

“Don’t come til I tell you,” he commanded, and although it pained him not to, Dallas didn’t dare release.

Lust surged through his body like tympani, beating a message to both brains, but still Dallas held back as Samuel fucked him like he’d never been fucked before. Finally, just before he thought he’d die, Samuel said, “Now,” and Dallas came, hard and fast. He felt Samuel’s own release a moment later, felt it fill him with warmth.

Samuel collapsed atop him, reversing their positions, murmuring sweet nothings into Dallas’ ear which filled his soul.  It was then that Dallas knew that love was in the air.

to be continued

Now go visit the other Wednesday Briefers and enjoy more flash fiction!

Nephylim    m/m

Victoria Blisse   m/f

LM Brown    m/m

AJ Jarrett     m/m

Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f

Sara York    m/m

MC Houle     m/m

 Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Guest Blogger Diana DeCameron

Today I am proud to welcome my friend and fellow author Diana DeCameron, who was brave enough to answer my infamous Rick Reed questions! Her first book, Courting the Flame, releases in June, and I'm proud to say that I edited this book and it is a winner! She'll be back to talk more about the book, but today we'll give you a peek at the cover. Diana, why don't I fix us some cappuccinos and you go ahead and answer the questions?

The Questions

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

Hmmmm. What a precarious situation, indeed! If I choose my husband, then I must leave my two boys behind. If I choose one of my boys, then I must leave my other son and my husband behind. All unacceptable choices. (drums fingers on computer desk) Wait. I’ve got it! My answer? I will go it alone. That way the rest of my family will still have each other for love and support while they scour the ends of the earth to find me. (narrows eyes) Which they had better do. As for my item of choice? Pfffffft. A loaded flare gun. Did I mention that I need to get off this island and back to my family?

2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

Wow. A musical? You’re killin’ me. Okay…let me think. Think, think, think, think…Oh, wait. I’ve got one. How about “The King and I”? My character would be Anna Leonowens, the British school teacher who journeys to Siam in the early 1860’s to teach the children of King Mongkut. Although I’m not British, I am a schoolteacher. I absolutely LOVE the 1800’s! And let us not forget the love conflict between Anna and the King. They both love each other desperately, but  don’t always express it properly. Yep…that’s me.

3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  engineering, worst, way

These are my three words? Are you kidding me?! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Fine…

It had been the worst of nights! I gulped down my now cold coffee and checked the clock. Two AM. Another fruitless evening! Perhaps engineering would have been a better career choice. Not that numbers had ever been my thing but, considering my word count for the evening, ”writer” also seemed way off.

“So then you did miss me?” he whispered.

I straightened my back. “Only…desperately.” I exhaled. My where-have-you-been muse tugged my face toward his. “You know I can’t do this without you.” I shrugged.

“And you know I’m not real.” He smiled.

“Do I…?”

Copyright © 2012 by Diana DeCameron          

4)      Describe what "sexy" means to you, and using your definition, who is your favorite "sexy character" of all time? As a challenge, pick two characters - one of your own, and one belonging to someone else.

In my mind, sexy equals self-confidence. Oh, and the typical romance novel male with bulging muscles??? Sorry. He doesn’t do it for me. I prefer tall, dark, and cut. No question, my sexy man has a fantastic body, but he keeps it well concealed under his buttoned down shirt… much like a secret weapon (waggles eyebrows). On a metaphysical level, I’m all about positive energy. I want to be lifted up when we’re together, not drug down. So my sexy male exudes positive energy. I’m also a bit old fashioned, so I enjoy having doors opened for me.

As for the “sexiest character” of all time that I’ve created, my favorite is Michael Turner. In my opinion, Michael is the perfect male. He’s confident, determined, and seductive. Tall, dark, and cut, Michael is also comfortable showing us his softer side! When he’s angry, look out! When he’s sad…(sigh) “Ohhhhh…Michael.” He also knows how to adjust his approach according to a woman’s cues. That’s right, ladies. He actually listens to what we say. And talk about the patience of a saint! Yeah. Michael’s perfect.

My favorite “sexiest character” of all time created by someone else might seem like an odd choice, but I’m going to have to go with Aragorn. I’m a huge Tolkien fan and The Lord of the Rings was the first “grown up” book I’d ever read. I think I was 13 or so when I picked it up and I just remember sighing every time Aragorn’s name graced the page. 

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?

Walking hand-in-hand along the beach at sunset. Sigh. Very romantic!

 

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?

For me, the first step is definitely  “the spark”. Sometimes it’s hiding in a song, a piece of artwork, a fragrance, the dishwater, the shower. As for the actual writing, most of the time I just sit down and start typing. I allow the ideas to flow through me and…BAM!!! My story takes shape. It’s a very organic process. In the case of my second book, I did attempt some plotting, but all it did was frustrate me. I kept arguing with myself, and it sounded something like this. “What?! Don’t tell me that!” (Plugs up ears) “You’re ruining this for me!”

I do find value in character development, though. I liken it to getting to know a new friend… or enemy. I offer them some coffee and chocolate, and they agree to tell me their life story. It really is a win-win for both of us, LOL!

  

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?

Ha, ha, ha…well, my friend Tom once told me I reminded him of Elaine Benes from Seinfeld. I couldn’t argue with him. (shoulder shrug) She is a bit neurotic. She’s not afraid to speak her mind. AND she continually finds herself in precarious situations. Perhaps if Julia Louis-Dryfus isn’t doing anything, she could play me.

8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

(Shivers) Definitely The Shining’s Jack Torrance! Actually, I think The Shining may be my all time favorite horror movie, as well. I love the way Jack slowly unravels. I think the typewriter scene really captures the withering away of his sanity. Yeah! Definitely Jack Torrance.

 

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?

Sir Lancelot, without question! He’s perfect in so many ways—yet also tragically flawed. He’d give his life for King Arthur, yet cannot deny his connection/attraction to Guinevere. Such a wonderfully tragic love story…(sigh)

10   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

Yes. (Cue long awkward pause) Why. Are. You. Looking at me like that? (eyes slide from side to side) You did ask me a “yes” or “no” question. Correct? And I did answer you. Yes??  

Now, let's sneak a peek at Courting the Flame, shall we?

Gracie is rudderless since the recent death of her husband. Trusting to Fate and the flip of a coin, she returns to Boston, unsure of herself and what to do. She meets Chloe—an eccentric young artist with a vibrant personality—and they instantly click. But then there’s Michael…Gracie can’t explain the attraction between them, the way she’s always backing into him. The matter is compounded by the presence of her dearly departed Johnathan. He’s still there, and Gracie clings to his ghostly presence as if he were her lifeline. Without him, she can’t even sleep in a proper bed!

With the support of her new friends, Gracie begins to develop into a strong woman, each step taking her closer to Michael. Unwilling to let go, Johnathan grows increasingly abusive, threatening all the people that Gracie loves. It’s up to Gracie to uncover the truth about the invisible thread that binds them all together, and the ripple effect that perpetuating that thread has had on them all… before it’s too late.




I'm here to tell you, this is one romance you won't soon forget!


Have any questions for Diana? Any comments? She'd love to hear them!


Until next time, take care!


♥ Julie

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #17

Happy Wednesday! Hope everyone is doing well. Are you ready for another day of Wednesday Briefs? This week's prompt was "The wind was so cold, that I (he/she) damn near...." The alternative prompts were: cupcakes, turpentine, old map or use a tornado in your story or "Whoever said that love was easy?" Next week, we'll have a Guest Prompt Diva - Nephylim!


Dallas in Wonderland continues, as the diminutive Dallas has been washed ashore on a strange beach, and finds himself among some strange men. Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland #17

“I’ll do it,” another voice piped up. Dallas heard a crackle and a hiss. A sixth man,  wearing a military uniform, quick marched to an open fire, topped with a metal grate, upon which a number of shrimp were cooking. “I think the first batch is ready to go,” the soldier announced.  Some of the shrimp had turned a bright orange. To Dallas’ amazement, these hopped sprightly off the grill and onto a large plate that had been set upon some nearby rocks. A large placard read “Eat me”.

“Good job, soldier,” Leatherman said, rising from the sand, brushing off his ass cheeks. “I like a man that can follow orders.”

“You like any man that’ll suck your dick,” the cop interjected.

Instantly the other man got up into the policeman’s face, jabbing his chest with one finger. “Do you always have to be such a bitch? I know all about the games that you play. Pulling motorists over, telling them they’ve violated some non-existent law, then offering to help them take care of their problem— off the books! “

“You’re both cupcakes and you should both shut up.” The construction worker picked one of the shrimp from the plate and tossed it down.

Leatherman backed away, and Dallas heard him mutter, "Whoever said that love was easy?"

“Come and get warm.” The Indian chief took Dallas’ arm and walked him closer to the fire. “We’re all in the same boat here, no need to snipe.”

“If we had a boat, we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” the policeman snitted, “but someone doesn’t know his port from his starboard—“

“Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuse the fuck out of me, Sergeant Pepper! I never claimed to be Popeye, now did I? Maybe if you didn’t have your head up your ass, planning your next fuck—“

A shot rang out. All eyes, including Dallas’, turned toward the cowboy. Calmly, he held his pistol up, blew smoke away from the barrel, and holstered it.  “Why don’t we all just calm down and dry off?” he suggested. “No sense in getting into name calling, is there? Or playing the blame game?”

The others mumbled various replies, but no one disputed his words.  Dallas noticed that all the shrimp had now jumped onto the plate, and the grill was empty. Suddenly the plate leapt off the rocks and began to move toward them, carried along with the aid of several tiny feet sprouting from the underside.

“Why don’t we sit here and eat?” the cowboy said, and they all plopped upon the sand. Dallas glanced around him, saw no reason not to, and followed suit, which wasn’t hard to do, you see, as he was much closer to the ground than they were, being a bit smaller than a blade of grass.

The mushroom! Suddenly he remembered what he carried in his pocket. Dallas thrust in his hand, praying that the errant river had not washed it away. No, still there. No longer sure which side was which, he picked a side and began to nibble. Either he’d grow bigger, in which case all would be right with the world, or he’d get too small to matter anymore. Either way there’d be an end to it.

He thought that this bit tasted sweeter, but that might just be wishful thinking on his part, hoping that he’d chosen the right side this time. He put his hand atop his head and waited… and nibbled… and waited… Suddenly he realized the flaw in his theory.  If he were to grow or shrink, his hand would stay proportionate and nothing would feel differently… It was only when he realized that he was on a more even playing field with the other men did he know that he’d managed to get it right, and he hastily stopped eating and shoved the remains back into his pocket.

Nobody even blinked at Dallas’ amazing growth spurt. He supposed in the scheme of things in this place, it wasn’t the most remarkable sight they’d ever seen. Made him wonder what else lay in store. The plate of shrimp stopped in front of him, waiting politely for him to take what he wanted. “No thank you,” he told it, mindful of his manners, unwilling to take a taste.

For a few minutes no one spoke, intend on the succulent feast. When all had eaten their fill, they sat back with satisfied grunts. Leatherman and the cop had made up, and the former now lay with his head in the latter’s lap. The cowboy and the Indian had paired off, as had the construction worker and the soldier. Dallas felt distinctively like the odd man out.

“How did you get the shrimp to do that?” he asked. “I’ve never seen shrimp quite like that before.”

“They’re one of a kind,” the soldier said proudly. “You can’t find sarabande shrimp anywhere but here.”

“Why do they call them sarabande?” Dallas was curious.

“Let me show you.” The soldier began to softly whistle. Instantly, the others jumped to their feet. Forming a line behind him, they began to march along the sand, back and forth. The tune was hauntingly familiar. Dallas thought he’d heard it in an Alec Guinness film.

And then they came. Dallas heard the tramp of their little feet, vibrating through the sand, before he saw them. In rows of two they came, their movements seemingly choreographed into…

“A sarabande!” Dallas exclaimed. Ah, now it made sense. As much as anything did in this place.

The line seemed to stretch for miles and miles—endless shrimp, dancing and snapping their fingers and pirouetting prettily to the beat of the music.

Dallas squinted into the distance. A much taller figure seemed to be bringing up the rear. A delicate figure clad in plaid. A kilt, even. As it drew nearer, Dallas was able to make out the familiar lovely features of Dr. Levi.

“I brought wine,” he said as he drew abreast Dallas.

 to be continued

Go see what the other Wednesday Briefers are up to!

Nephylim    m/m

Sara York    m/m

Victoria Blisse    m/f

Elyzabeth VaLey     m/f

MC Houle     m/m

 Hope you enjoyed your weekly infusion of flash fiction! Stay turned for some exciting news - the Wednesday Briefers are going to be published in two anthologies, new stories written just for the anthologies!  Hooray for Victoria Blisse for making this happen!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Guest Blogger Drea Becraft

Welcome if you will Drea Becraft, who's here to talk to us about secrets - is it ever necessary to keep one? Food for thought! While Drea and I get comfortable in the kitchen, why don't you see what she has to say on the subject. Drea, let me rustle up some tea!

Fine Line

Blog By Drea Becraft

            Everyone has one…a deep dark secret.

            But where is the line between a secret and a life altering omission?  I have my fair share of secrets things I keep inside to protect myself or people around me but none are so serious that it would be life altering.  We are all taught as children to tell the truth and if something is really important to tell an adult.  As a child I kept a lot more in than out and let it build up until I thought I was about to explode.  As an adult I often find myself doing the same thing but in bigger scale until the stress is to much to handle and I go completely off my rocker lol.

            In my newest Release Forget The Yesterdays my heroine has a life altering secret revealed to her that changes her entire life.  Once Sam’s secret is revealed, her feelings are hurt and she finds herself mad at the people who have kept it from her.

            So here is my question.  When is it okay to keep a secret?  Is there an okay reason to keep a secret?

Blurb: Forget The Yesterdays:    

Release Date: September 12, 2011

For Buy Links: http://www.dreabecraft.com 

Some say the past defines us, others say to forget it and move forward. For Jack McCloud, the past plagues him with what could and should have been. After the death of the only woman he ever truly loved, Jack finds that forgetting the yesterdays is harder then he ever imagined. Impossible, until one woman comes into his life and turns it upside down making him rethink where his future leads, and whether he really wants to survive it on his own.

Samantha Larsh, a single mother, only wants what is best for her and her newborn son. So when offered a job at ARC Management, she is elated at the opportunity to provide the life they both desperately need. One day, one job, and one secret later her life would be forever changed. Can the future handed to her by fate be enough for her to look forward to tomorrow, or is she forever doomed to live in the shadow of yesterdays ghost

Excerpt:

His dream began with the sound of the surf reaching his ears, the sunlight gently shining through his closed eyes.

“Are you just going to lay there?”

Peeking through his lashes, he saw Tina. “I was working on my tan.”

“As if you aren’t already too good looking. The last thing you need is a tan.”

Grabbing her hand, Jack pulled her down on top of him, holding her to his chest. “It’s been a couple of months. I missed you.”

“You know I have places to go and people to see.”

Reaching up, he tucked a piece of her auburn hair behind her ears. “Too busy to haunt

little old me, huh?”

“Never!” Leaning down, she kissed his mouth, running her tongue along the seam of his lips, asking silently for entrance.

Jack pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it lightly, at first, then more forcefully. Running his hands up and down her bikini-clad body, he reveled in the feeling of her skin beneath his hands.

Pulling away slightly, Jack looked up to her face as the sun shown behind her, giving her the appearance of having a halo. Tears shown in her eyes, making him wonder why she was so sad. They were on a beach together, nothing could be better.

Reaching up, he brushed the tear from her cheek. “What’s the matter darlin’?”

“I’m going to miss you so much.”

“What are you talking about? We always have tomorrow.”

“I can’t keep coming to you, Jack. It’s time you move on. I want you to be happy.”

“I won’t be happy without you. I can’t be happy without you.”

“Yes you can and you will. Promise me you will move on.”

Turning his face away from her, he watched as the surf receded into the sea. Feeling her small hand cupping his cheek, he allowed her to bring his face back to hers.

“Please, Jack, for me.” A tear ran down her cheek, hitting him just below his nose and running down his lips.

Licking the tear away, he ran his hands up her arms to the back of her head, pulling her down to meet his hungry lips. Kissing her with every ounce of love in his body, he couldn’t stop, like a man possessed. Never leaving the kiss, he rolled over on top of her, her back in the sand.

Pulling away from her mouth had been about the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he couldn’t resist looking into her hazel eyes. “I can’t promise, because I never want to break a promise to you T. I will try my best… that I can promise you.”

“That’s all a girl can ask for.”

“I will never stop loving you, never.”

“I’m not asking you to. I believe there is enough love in your heart for more than one though.”

“I seriously doubt it. No one is you Tina, you’re the one I need and want.”

“I know but sometimes, the heart knows what it can and cannot handle before the brain catches up. Trust your heart baby, it will never steer you wrong.”

A loud beeping sound seemed to come from the waves, getting louder and louder with each beep.

“Its time for you to go, I love you. Always have, always will.” Kissing him, she disappeared in front of his eyes.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Reaching for the alarm clock, Jack pressed the snooze button and sat up in bed. Blinking to clear his eyes, he could have sworn he saw Tina standing in the corner of his room, waving goodbye.

“I love you, always have, and always will.” Jack smiled at her as once again she disappeared, leaving him to stare at the empty room.

Your book sounds intriguing, Drea! Have any questions or comments for Drea? She'd love to hear from you!

Thanks for being here, Drea, it's been a real pleasure.

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie