Inspiration-Water

Inspiration-Water.

Inspiration-Water
August 30, 2012 by gabdeveraux

“You need to at least dip one toe into the water.” This is what my grandma used to say as we approached the cold and often numbing waters of the Pacific. She felt that it didn’t count if you didn’t put at least one toe in. I cherish that idea as I dip my toe into the deep blue waters of the Pacific.

Toes in the Pacific.

I often write about water. It has been a big part of my life….

A young little blonde girl of only eight with hair flowing down her back with lime green summery shorts and a Minnie Mouse short sleeved yellow t-shirt runs as fast as she can before everyone awakes to start the day in the cabin in the deep Olympic National Forest on Dewatto Bay. Bacon and coffee will soon fill the cabin and permeate the air and footsteps will be stomping hard on the ancient oak floors and the fire will crackle as it is stoked to take the chill off from the morning.

Outside the air is crisp and dew has bestowed upon the green grass or what is left of it from the hot summer sun. Behind the cabin is where the little girl is called to. There is a large ancient well at the crest of the woods. The well serves the cabin of summer visitors. Around the well is what interests the child, she looks around and breathes in the freshness of the massive growth of wild mint that has taken a home. The leaves are damp as she snips off a peace and rubs it gently to release the oils into her palm. This is her routine, her ritual upon entering her sanctuary.

The trail head is noticeable and marked seemingly just for the little girl. Naturally made by a large overgrowth in the shape of a large arch, she walks through the magical place. She enters her home barefoot and feels the ground embracing her, the trees speak to her. The sounds of the insects, birds and ever flowing water lovingly call out her name.

As the young one journey’s into the deeper dark woods a branch kisses her arm with the dew from the morn. She feels the ferns with her hands, gliding them across as she runs, running faster through the woods feeling the floor of the forest against her feet.

Nature has called upon her and she has answered. A bridge entirely made from a fallen lost tree who no longer had life is serving a purpose for her now. The moss has made a home on this fallen log. She crosses the naturally made bridge thinking of the life of the tree. She approaches her end.

There the wonder, the beauty that was calling her out of her warm sleeping bag in the early morning hours. The small opening of a crystal clear bubbling stream. She dips her first toe in and now the second as a chill crawls up her legs. Both her feet are now in the chilled water. She closes her eyes and breathes in the sounds of the trickle, the dampness of the deep canopy that called her. She embraced and fell in love with the water at this very moment.

My first fish at the stream!

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Inspiration-Imagination!

Inspiration-Imagination!.

Inspiration-Imagination!
August 17, 2012 by gabdeveraux

Where would we all be with out this word….Imagination? We would have a world with out any books, art, music, and not much of anything else really. Yet I realize most days being the creative type that I am I find myself being lost in my own imagination. Do you?

When I was a young “wee” one on my report card it would report that I would be “daydreaming” all day long in class. I was not really “daydreaming” I was creating a world of my own. A world much brighter and more beautiful than the dull grey classroom that I sat in daily. It is no secret to most who have read most of my work that I have “suffered” for a long time with ADHD but I wonder am I really suffering or is it that I just am imagining a better place to be. Maybe I just love my other world better. Maybe this place was a bit too much for me. I don’t really know I just know that I wouldn’t be writing today without my imagination. So to all the writers out there be thankful for your IMAGINATION….

Inspire someone today! Be inspired…Imagine a better world.

The Birth of a Story

Simple sounds of silence

Trumpeting in my head are my thoughts

A story unfolds and the path is there

I follow it from keystroke to keystroke

The pictures begin to show more clearly

Then just like that it starts generating speed

The typing gets faster

The pictures become like a movie

I see the characters begin to take form

I know them intimately Before the next word is typed

I know what will be said

I know what will be done

I know sadness

The last two words appear

The End

 

Then there is simple sounds of silence

A new story unfolds.

I hope you enjoyed it.

 

This is how I come up with a story and all of this was written consecutively with no changes and no keystroke stops. X

Sade from the Bow Down Serve Me series

This is an excerpt from my book Sade.  Enjoy, but be warned, it is graphical in nature (Ages 18+)  and with any luck you will get drawn into it. Even if you may not want to.  Shhhh you may like it.   Please visit hotlitbooks.org.  X

Chapter 1 Silent Butterfly

      “Fwaaapp” cracked the bullwhip and she stirred after the tip cut through her skin.  A noise was made from her.   Yummm, the taste is like alcohol to a drunk, or as the proverbial candy to a baby.  The wet metallic taste of blood along with the smell of sweat and tears, that aroma makes me invincible.  After I run my finger along the new opening in her skin and wiped as much as I could on my finger and run it across my tongue.  I pull myself back from my state and try to remember what I am here for and what I am doing.  With that I snap back from my self-enjoyment to continue with the reason I am here.  Crack, I snapped the bullwhip to make the noise loud and to cause her to be more receptive to the moment.  I snap it against her left thigh and see the skin turn to red and the slow fluid starts to slide down her leg and a sound came from her that seemed louder this time than the last.  I slide close and slowly move my fingers to the slow flow of the blood oozing out of her thigh and take a taste, salty and metallic and to me it is so sweet.  She starts to shiver and I see that as I went for the taste of her life’s liquid draining out of her thigh, she winced and tried to slide away, but she couldn’t do that as she was not going to move at all.  What a way to be woken up, with the cracking sound of the bullwhip.  Her eyes were widening now and it was not going to be too hard to awaken fully.  Unlike in the morning when you are getting out of bed from a long nights slumber.

 

Just like before I cracked the whip but not on her, but up next to her ear.  The deafening sound of the bullwhip made her express what sounded to be a shriek; as I am sure she thought I was going to crack the end of it on her face.  I didn’t do that and would never hit a woman with my bullwhip on their face and possibly mess up a woman’s precious beautiful smile.  I loved to see a woman smile that usually has bright eyes and a glow.  With rounded cheeks from being pulled in at the jaw muscles, as it is said there is less muscles used to smile than frown and I loved to see a woman’s smile.  I wanted to tell her that she could have a beautiful smile if she would try, but this was not the time to do that as we had only begun.

She was tied up, in a standing position with her arms spread apart and her legs spread wide.  I had designed posts to hold someone in a stretched position.  There were 12×12 beams that run the side and another beam that was a 12×12 beam across the top.  I could hold a car’s engine up if I wanted to with these beams.  I had gotten these beams out of an old papermill that had originally been used to truss up a second floor.  On each corner section of my contraption I had fastened metal shackles that I could fasten rope or chain through and there was a shackle at the center of the beam, so if I wanted to suspend someone, I could, even if they weighed 10,000 lbs.   I had lashed the ropes that bind her through the shackles and around to the tie offs that I had secured on the side of the beams.  This way if I wanted to tighten or loosen, I could do it easily and without too much fuss.  It is used to spread out my victims.  While in her spread position and all tied up I had placed a ball gag in her mouth and covered it with tape.  The gag and tape held her sounds internally with only slight sounds escaping for only my ears to hear.

She was clothed in a pair of blue jeans and a pink tank top, the type with the thin straps.  I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my trauma scissors.  I cut down the center of the shirt and I seen her eyes widen.  I snipped the straps and it fell to the floor just as free as a bird.  I took my scissors and slid them down the left side of her jeans and cut a nice slit in the side of her jeans.  She moved her hips but to no avail.  I placed the scissors back into my back pocket and took my hands and grabbed on each side of the slit of the jeans and pulled and separated them apart.  A nice size split was in them now down to about the top of her knees.  I walked around to the other side and repeated the function.  The jeans front fell forward and the back half sort of fell but was stopped mainly by the roundness of her ass.  I looked at the section just laying there across her ass and enjoyed the view.  I took out my trauma scissors and continued the cut to the bottom of the jeans.  Then I went to the other side and separated the front section from the back section.  Of course, I had predetermined what was going to happen so that is why the ropes where tied below the jeans on her ankles and now she stood tied in only her bra and panties and the terror in her eyes.  She had a white bra on that was not flattering at all, sort of like one that was what you would see on an old lady.  There were no frills, no laciness and definitely not something you would see in Victoria Secrets.  She had a yellow thong that had a smiley face on it, so this was the complete opposite of her bra.  Her undergarments were one that was plain and the other that was more playful, so when she got dressed in the morning was it the search for anything clean or was there thought in what she put on.  It would seem there was no thought in it at all, and there was not the possibility in her thoughts of meeting a new lover.  If there was that thought and she would wear this then she would disappoint someone, but not me.  With that I reached over to the tray, it is a chrome medical sterilized tray on wheels that I can roll around to wherever I please.  It’s the type you see at the doctor’s office or just like you see in the movies, and grabbed the knife.  The hunting knife is my favorite tool to play with as I enjoy watching a woman’s eyes grow from fear.  Fear is the key to life as it is the thing that makes you make decisions with and without rational thought.  I don’t get this response when I pull out my trauma scissors.  I slowly moved towards her and showed her the blade and I see her eyes grow wider.  I place the knife in between her breasts and slice right through the center of her bra and it hung there as it only had opened up and exposing just the insides of her round breasts.  I watched her eyes grow what seemed even wider.  Then I drew the blade to the left arm strap and slid it upwards to see it slice the strap into two pieces.  It fell down and her left breast was more exposed.   Then I cut the right strap and the bra then fell to the ground exposing her breasts.  I put the knife down to her left side and cut the thong and then the other side and it fell without a care exposing her pussy and her bush.  Now she is standing with nothing on but the ropes that were binding her and stretching her open to whatever I wanted to do to her.

 I wonder if she was wishing she had never passed through that door.  If she had possibly taken a detour from her fate and if she was wishing that she had just gone to work that day.

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Fly In Your Journey

First let me say, I am sorry for the following.  I hate that there are so many friends who either themselves or family/friends experiencing sickness, surgery or bad health.  I wish all the best of luck and that there will be quick recovery from this.

Also, it irks me that there are so many haters out there that hurt my friends.  There is no need for this and it should not be allowed.   Unfortunately, they win when they cause a person to change who they are or steer them away from their beautiful self.  We are all different and that is what makes us unique and even though we don’t travel the same path, it does not mean that the mean/haters should try and force us on their path.

Forget the path, fly and be yourself on your own journey.  I heard something similar and it made me think and wanted to pass along, but of course in my own way.   Grasp the moment, as it is irreplaceable.  If the sun is shining, enjoy it.  If the clouds are there, enjoy your ability to breathe as the storm will pass.  Hug someone today and let them know that you are glad they are in your life, if you cannot hug them at least tell them.  X

Walk the path you want to and when you are ready fly.

Morning Desire

Looking deep into your morning beauty

I hold you so tight as my need grows

I tell you how much I need you

My desire is so deep

My nose opens and I take in your essence

Eyes widen

I want to take all of you in

You taste so sweet and I want more

Disappointment sets in cause now you are empty my sweet cup of coffee

Let’s do this again as I refill and it the experience repeats.

 

Here is an analogy that will make you think.

Reading a book is like diving.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, I like a good bounce of a springboard. The feeling of the anticipation of lowering your weight and pushing upward into the sky and then falling down and feeling the board propel you back into the sky and that is exhilarating.

Now to feel the feeling of a high dive is like reading a book. You walk up the stairs to do the 10 meter (33ft) dive, is like getting a book. You have that feeling is it going to be a good one or just another practice. You get to the edge and look into the water, as when reading the blurb about the anticipation. Then you feel the need to do it and you dive or open the book to begin. You begin the dive and start to read. You feel the joy of opening your mind and then you feel the water and you are immersed into the water just like the feeling of immersing yourself into a book. The cool feeling of the water surrounding you, as with the visualization of the story and you are there deep into it.

When you pull yourself out of the water and feel that completion of it was done and the story ends. Then the need to do it again occurs and it repeats so you go back to the platform and get another book.

Read a book today, and take the opportunity to write one. No matter if you don’t think you can, try it and let someone else feel your feeling of the story you want to tell. Let someone else immerse themselves in your water. X

Shhh

Oh my, that was a good night, let’s go to bed I told her.  In her drunken voice she said, “I don’t want to just go to bed I want to fuck”.  I told her she had too much and that we needed to get her to bed.  She started complaining that she was fine.  We were walking down the hall now and she turned to me and said, “I want to fuck, I don’t want to sleep yet”.  She then turned to me and hit me on the chest with her hand and it sent a pain through my chest.  Well that was it, that made the difference.  I said, “Okay lets fuck”.  I grabbed her and pushed her facing towards the wall.  I lifted the back of her shirt and unleashed her bra, as I was pushing with my hips to hold her against the wall.  She protested and I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I moved her back a bit and pulled her shirt up and pulled her bra off her breasts.  Within a quick motion, I pushed her back against the wall, and she let out, “Ow that’s cold”.  Her breasts were against the wall and it must have been too cool to her touch.  I put my left arm against her back to push her against it even more and now her breasts and her stomach was pushed against it.  I pulled her skirt up and reached between her thong and slid it to the side and with that I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out.  She felt it pierce through her pussy with a force.  I was not gentle, as I wanted her to feel this fuck.  I wriggled my pants off my legs and still pressing against her I started to drive deeper inside her.  She was letting out moans and groans as the feeling was intense in her inebriated state.  She felt the thrust again as I pushed deep inside.  I bought this thong and it was mine to do what I wanted.  I reached down and grabbed it and ripped in apart.  It was in my way, and I wanted it to be out.  I was ready to fuck and that damn thong paid the price.  She screeched, “What are you doing”.  I told her to shhh, “I am fucking you, so take it and enjoy it.  I pressed her head to the side against the wall and drove my cock again inside her.  I attempted to press so deep I wanted to feel the coolness of the wall on my cock.  I continued to pound her deep and she came.  She was so excited about this fuck that she came again.  I pulled my cock out and pressed my left arm against her and pulled her skirt off.  Now she was there with her ass out, and a partial thong dangling down.  I reached my hand back and smacked her ass.  She yelped after the sting of my hand connected and the feeling went straight to her brain.  I reached back again and released another reddening smack to her ass.  She said “Ouch that’s too hard”.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I moved my cock back into position and slid it deep inside again.  I pounded her pussy and she came again.  She started to moan again, I bent my knees a little to get a different angle and like I was doing a squat thrust I lifted her with the next thrusting.  She skid upwards of the wall and I heard her scream, “Oh my god, I’m cumming”.  I bent down again and drilled upwards into her pussy and it was nice and wet that I felt her cum again as it gripped my cock like it was trying to choke around its neck.

It was time to have fun in the front.  I pulled my cock out and turned her around.  I lifted her shirt off and took her bra off to.  She shuddered with either cold or from the sensation of the fucking she was getting.  I pushed her back against the wall and she tried to jump but I anticipated it and was hard against her.  She lifted her right hand to try and push me off I would guess, but I grabbed it and then reached for her left.  I had both her hands and held them tightly.  She was not going to move.  Her breasts were there and her nipple was calling for attention.  I slid my tounge across her right nipple and she so caught up in the moment she could only gasp.  I moved over to her left nipple, and with a grin, I pulled her nipple in my mouth and nibbled on it.  I put pressure to it and she squelched, “Ouch.  That is too rough, I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.

I raised her hands above her head and with my right hand I grabbed both of her thumbs.  I am strong enough to hold her thumbs without her wriggling them free, a sort of Chinese finger torture style.  I took my left hand and grabbed her right breast and squeezed on it.  Intensifying the pressure I heard her say, “Ouch, too hard”.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I let go of her breast and pulled my left hand back and smacked her breast with it.  When I removed it, I seen the redness appear.  I then slapped her other breast.  It was a little harder and she jumped.  I reached down with my left hand and grabbed her right leg and lifted it up.  I moved in and my cock found its target.  Her pussy was open and inviting, it wanted to feel my cock again.  I slid inside and she moaned.  I had her off balance but she was not going anywhere.  Just like when I had her facing the wall, I knelt a little and drove my cock upwards deep into her pussy.  She let out another groan and then started drilling deep inside her.  The rocking of her against the wall, she let out another, “Uh, uh, I coming” and she was now screaming this.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.

I continued to pound her and then with the next release of her coming, I felt her squirt that hot female orgasm.  That was it for me, I pulled out and put her on her knees and as I held her head backwards I gave her a hot pearl necklace.  She was sitting there and gasping and I pulled my shirt off and cleaned her up.  She was about to say something, and I said,”Shhh, I was fucking you”.  We went to bed and slept and it was peaceful.