Tender Caress

I don't know about you, but I'm in them mood for a tender touch, a gentle kiss. Here are a couple pics from my inspiration file of just that.  Enjoy!

Sci Fi Sunday - Reality Check Continues

Good morning, happy Sunday, and welcome to another edition of Sci Fi Sunday! I hope you're looking forward to seeing another chapter of Reality Check, cause we're excited to bring it to you! Kay and Reno are on Cloud Nine! They just have to figure out how to see one another while pretending to have Reno court Kay's sister Luci. Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. Enjoy this episode, and don't forget to check out Sui's blog at 2 Cents, and my blog at Full Moon Dreaming.

!  Reality Check

I waken with the taste of something wonderful in my mouth, my lips are tingling, my heart is singing, and I’m feeling as giddy as the time when I was hung upside down by Swyddogh until the blood rushed to my head (it was at my instruction, and it was a very long time ago, I was only seven, I think). There is a name that has carved itself into my heart, and I smile 

as I speak it aloud to myself.

“Reno.” I repeat it for good measure. “Reno, Reno, Reno.” Yes, I know his full name has a lot more syllables and letters, but I cannot be bothered to learn those when Reno says it all to me.

I roll over, my hand automatically going to the hardness I’ve wakened with. How I wish he were here. I ache for his touch. Thinking of his lips, I begin to moan, stroking myself through the silken sheet which covers me. I probably shouldn’t be doing this, I need to get up, but damned if I can tear myself away from thoughts of him. My urgent need for him.

“Mmmm, Reno.” I’m fantasizing that it’s his hand; he’s touching me, keeping one hand on my cock, while the other… the other is moving toward my rear entrance, and he’s touching me there in ways no other man has ever done before. I arch my back in deepest ecstasy, my lips hungry for his, my arms wound tightly about him, and just as I’m about to offer him my essence….

I hear a discreet cough, and I’m so startled I leap from my bed. If by leap, you mean fall onto the floor, twisting the arm which now lies beneath me, my limbs tangled in my sheet, my erection deflating like a spent balloon. Dammit, right on my ass! Cruel, cruel Fate, could you not wait but a few short moments longer to burst in upon me and my dearest love?

It’s Swy, of course. I don’t even have to look to know that. No one else would dare to enter my chamber thus.  As I start to wrap the sheet about me, I realize that I’ve managed to soak it fairly well with pre-cum. It feels wet and nasty, and I re-think my idea as I toss the scummy piece of linen onto the floor for the servants to deal with, run my hand through my hair, and seek to maintain some scrap of dignity. I’m not about to let him see that he’s caught me by surprise, although I suspect he knows that, as he’s turned away from me in his usual discreet manner.

“Good morning, Swy, I was just about to get it up. I mean get up,” I hastily amend. “Shall we begin our day, then?”

“Yes, Your Highness, at once, Your Highness.”

The man is the soul of discretion, luckily, and I know this will stay between us. Besides, he’s caught me in far more embarrassing situations.

“Does Your Highness require any… medical assistance?”

I gingerly feel my arms and legs, just to make sure I’ve not damaged anything. No, maybe a little sore, but nothing that a good hot soak won’t take care of. But not right now. I have other things to do, before I prepare to see… him….

The tension leaves my overwrought chest at the very thought of him. Did I just giggle? I cover the sound with coughing. That’s better.

I sweep imperiously past Swy, heading to my bathroom. All I intend for the moment is a quick cleansing to freshen myself. “Prepare my clothes,” I command. By the time I return, feeling much fresher (and yes, I’ve taken the opportunity to complete what was almost finished earlier, thinking of Reno the whole time), he has laid out an outfit for me to wear. I nod my approval. I’m going to see my parents, and discuss this courtship thing between my sister and Reno’s brother. What is his name again? Maybe I’ll just call him Jow. I want them to take me very seriously. This is serious business. I just have to make sure that they allow me to act as Luci’s chaperone, and not have them suspect anything of the truth, which is that Reno shall be courting me, and Luci will be not courted.

I realize that might not fly with those two, so I grudgingly decide that perhaps Jow may court my sister, but I shall keep a careful eye upon them. Although how I think I shall do that when being around Reno makes my thoughts turn into colorful butterflies which flit about my brain, and I find I can pay attention to no one and nothing else—well, we shall just have to deal with that later. The important thing to remember is that we must leave the actual marriage date open-ended. That might be tricky, but I think I’m a skillful enough negotiator that it shouldn’t be anything I cannot handle.

My skirt is maroon and hangs just above my knees, while my jacket is black and maroon, with silver buttons. Black boots which hug my calves, dangling silver earrings, and black eyeliner. I like the way it makes my eyes look even wider. I preen before the mirror Swy’s holding, admiring the view. “Sexy baby,” I murmur aloud. If only Reno could see me now. Soon, I vow to myself, soon.

“Are my parents up?”

“Yes, your highness. They are in the reception room now, I believe.”

“Good. I’ll join them there.” My stomach rumbles, and I know I should eat, but my business is too urgent, so I tell it to hush, I’ll deal with it later. I debate on whether or not to wear gloves. I like the way they look, the black ones match this outfit perfectly, but I end up deciding against it.

“Come.” Head held high, I exit my rooms, Swyddogh just behind me, heading toward my parents in order to negotiate my future happiness, and Luci’s—at least for the foreseeable future.

§§§§

“Aren’t you awake yet!” Jaou has barged into my room, the door ricocheting back and closing of its own accord with the force he’s used on it.

“I am now. By the guardian Jaou, what is wrong with you?” I sit up and pull the blankets up to cover my morning wood. I’d been having the most wonderful dream, about my little princeling. Part of me is sure he’s already forgotten about me and moved on to his next conquest… and yet… Part of me hopes he hasn’t.

“I – I went to see Mother this morning.” Jaou has my undivided attention now, as he paces around my room.

“What the hell did you do?” I try to remain calm but if Jaou’s destroyed it all by telling our parents what we’ve done, knowing how adamant mother was when I tried to get out of this mess….  Well, words fail me at the moment. I don’t know what I’ll do.

“I tried to convince Mother to let me court Luci. I told her that a match between you and she does not appear to be very likely. She said it didn’t matter if a match was likely or not. Your future had been decided and I need to stay out of the way.”

“Please tell me you didn’t tell them what we did. Tell me you didn’t tell her about Kay, did you?” Oh please guardian let him have kept his big mouth shut! I plead with the powers that guide our lives.

“Well, of course not. I’m not stupid. I just hoped, if she thought there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to attract Luci, she might let me try. I told her that I’d danced with Luci and she liked me. I told her that the two of you didn’t appear to be overly friendly to one another. That’s the truth, after all.  I don’t like lying to our mother and father.” I cross my legs under the blanket and pat the bed beside me, and Jaou joins me. I put my hand on Jaou’s shoulder, intending to comfort him.

“I don’t like it either. I just don’t know how else to deal with this. Mother’s decided that it must be this way. I don’t begin to understand her thinking.” Jaou sighs and hangs his head, but he’s still listening. “We must keep our liaisons to ourselves. Maybe if the King and Queen were to request a switch of courtiers, then maybe Mother would be more open to a change of plans, but she’ll not change her designs just on the desires of her sons.”

“But why? Why is she being so adamant? Moma and Doda (Jaou always did use his baby names for our parents when he was feeling upset and sentimental) have always loved and cared for us. I don’t understand why they won’t let us choose our beloved for ourselves. They always said a loving relationship is the basis for good leadership.”

“I don’t know, Jaou. Maybe the Seer has been to see Mother, bringing dreams of our future, and she’s just trying to assure our happiness?” I get up out of bed and walk to my wardrobe, stroking the smooth material of the clothing I’d worn. No scent of Kay remains in the cloth but I can still see him in my arms, feel his warm body as I held it tightly against my own.

“They want you to go see them when you awaken.” Jaou stands and heads for the door.

“Will you please let them know I’m awake and I’ll attend them after I’ve taken care of my morning necessities?”

“Sure. I’ll see you at breakfast then shortly?”

“Yes.” I smile at Jaou although I don’t feel much happiness with the situation we’re in. It’s regrettable that I can’t be open about my desires. I’d thought to try to have mother request the switch as well, but with Jaou’s preemptive attempt it’d be foolhardy to follow the same course. Instead I need to make plans for the courtship of Luci and hope that Kay will find a way to convince his parents to request a change in the courting order, or we’ll simply stick with the original plan. Whatever it takes.

I walk into my private bathing room, wash my face, still glowing with the colors of courtship. The colors aren’t quite as vibrant in my hair, not as bright as they’d been yesterday. I’d need to spend an hour with the guardian to maintain them, something I’m sure Mother will insist upon. I spend a few minutes in running a comb through my hair, before I secure it at the back of my neck with a leather tie.

Visions of Kay keep me company as I review our short time together over and over in my mind.  Unfortunately along with visions of Kay, I become achingly hard and in need of release. The troublesome part is that if I give in and release my seed, Mother and Father will be able to smell my pollination and they’ll disbelieve Jaou’s story. I painfully need to subdue my deep desires. Taking myself in hand and painfully pinching the tip of my erection, I wrest my mind from my beautiful princeling to the most hideous sight I can imagine… the Seer, unclothed. The Seer, a one hundred and twenty plus cycle female, who’s body has long ago become rotund and sags with wrinkles and layers of fat, is the epitome of unattractiveness,  if not repulsiveness.

Concentrating on holding her appearance in my mind’s eye, I thump the sensitive head of my cock severely, causing a moment of pain. It works; my desires quickly flag. With a last wash up at the sink, and a resigned sigh, I prepare to join my brother and parents at the breakfast table. Knowing afterwards I’ll be sunning in the gardens while Mother and Father go through their contact channels in order to arrange our next day of courtship.

I wonder who Mother’s contact at the court could be. Surely not Orm Schlangeleben. He’s the councilor who attends many of Mother’s council meetings in the name of the King; he’s supposed to bring forth native concerns to the Royal Council. Although there’s a native representative who attends all meetings in the name of the population, Orm Schlangeleben is supposed to be our connection to the Royal Family.

The family is all seated at the table, as I take my seat. “Good morning.”

to be continued

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A Tribute to Long Haired Lovelies

I have a real fondness for men with long hair, no matter who says that the trend is dead or outdated - it'll never die for me. And I suspect I'm not the only one. So I am going to show you some long haired beauties today, enjoy them! And if someone says to you that long hair on a man looks feminine or sissy, just smile and nod, because obviously that person is an idiot. We know better!  We're looking for the names of some of these lovelies, so if you recognize any of them, sing out! At the end, I'm also going to share a video of one of my favorite bands, and the song that first got me interested, and made me really want to touch their hair!

I could stare at this guy for hours, and have!

And now, I give you Sonata Arctica!

Sci Fi Sunday - Reality Check Continues

Good morning and welcome to another edition of Sci Fi Sunday! Today we have another excerpt from our continuing saga of the planet known as Reality Check, and our heroes, Reno and Kay. Sui Lynn and I hope that you're enjoying this weekly feature, and our story - feel free to comment! 

Reality Check

Reality Check

I feel as if I’m about to lose my ever-loving princely mind. I’ve never in my life felt anything quite like this before, although I’m not sure where this submissiveness is coming from. My royal ego is screaming who ordered this nonsense, but I tell it hush, staring into those beautiful golden eyes, losing myself in them. So beautiful.

He kisses me ever so gently, and sweeps me up into his arms, and I know this has never happened to me before. I’ve always been the one to be in charge, to call the shots. But there is just something about this Reno that’s getting to me. He’s careful to hold the back of my skirt closed in order to prevent a draft. Our lips remain locked, as we head off to paradise and… and what the blazes is this? My sister and her escort have suddenly arrived, pushing their way through the branches, joining us under the tree.

I’m not quite sure which of them is the most surprised, Luci or the brother. He looks at Reno and demands, “Where do you think you’re going and in all the guardian’s hells what are you doing?

Before he can say a word, my sister has opened her big mouth, and proceeds to really embarrass me.  “Kay, I knew that you… I mean, I’ve always known that you … prefer men… but knowing it and seeing it are like two different things, and omigosh, that is just so incredibly sexy.” She takes a breath, and I watch as she swallows—hopefully her tongue—but no such luck. “What are you…  I mean where are you….” She gets tangled in her words, then gives up. “Oh good lord, stop that for a minute and help get me out of this predicament!” Then the child stamps her foot.

Reno looks at me. “What, does it run in the family?” I can’t help but blush.

Okay, I have to think, have to think, have to think, but my head is just swimming so much it’s hard. The more my sister talks, the more that I feel reality set in and I wriggle in Reno’s arms so much that I suddenly find myself on the ground. A rather indelicate “Oomph” escapes my lips, nothing more.

Reno drops to his knees besides me. Oh dear, I’m actually in the grass, aren’t I? He’s apologizing to me for dropping me, I wish I were still in his arms.

Reno’s brother is yelling now. “What are you going to tell Mother? She’s going to have your ass for this… and mine too!”

Luci feels the need to speak, apparently, did no one ever tell her that women should be seen and not heard? “Oh why is life so horrible?” she wails in her overly dramatic fashion. “Look, no offense to you,” she addresses Reno directly, “but I don’t want to marry you. It’s again… against my… um, principles of virginity.”

My jaw drops to the ground—which at this point isn’t all that far—but I pull myself together and recover my aplomb, rather admirably if I do say so myself. Let’s just take a breath here, shall we? I turn my attention to Reno, where I’ve wanted it to be this entire time, and I nuzzle his neck lightly, inhaling his delightfully sensuous fragrance.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a thick arm encircles Reno’s lovely throat, and a deep voice warns, “Back away from the Prince, very slowly. Perhaps I shall let you live.” It’s a newcomer to the party. Swyddogh, of course. Where the hell has he been?

Things begin to move in slow motion, as Reno grabs Swy’s arm, shielding my body with his own, and his brother grabs for his dagger. But it’s not there. Reno slowly rises, then throws an elbow back into his assailant’s ribs and with a lurch he throws my bodyguard over both our heads. He ends up lying before me, on his back, looking up into my eyes, as Reno smugly comments, “If this is the best you’ve got, your highness, you need better.”

His brother grabs for Reno’s arm. “We’d better be going. That’s his bodyguard you just assaulted, Reno. Plus we need to discuss what the hell we’re going to do.”

At the same time, both Luci and I cry out, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Panic stricken, I  gaze up into Reno’s lovely eyes and comment regretfully, “I’ve got better, I was going to show you.”  I feel like both Luci and I are coming undone. I hope someone here has a calm head, ‘cause it’s not us.

The brother—what is his blasted name?—throws up his hands. “Okay, everybody calm down. We can’t talk about this here and Prince Cailean, you need to do something about this guy that’s growling at us. Is there someplace we can all go, somewhere away from the crowd?

Humph. Peasant. I give him one of my superior prince looks. “That, for your information, is my bodyguard and valet, Swyddogh. Where I go he goes. Well, within reason.” I whisper this last to Reno, as if to reassure him that there will not be three in the pleasure bed. “We may go inside, there are rooms in the palace where we will not be disturbed. Swy will make sure of that.”

Swyddogh nods, but I notice he gives Reno a wary look. Reno nods back, and now we’re all headed toward the palace. Reno gently helps me to my feet.  He wraps his arm around my waist, and kisses my temple; I lean against him, so very drawn to him that I would be inside his skin if I could, but the best I can manage at this moment is to be by his side. “So what are we going to tell them, my prince? I want you… I’m assuming you want me. But where do we go from  here, my beautiful princeling?”

My urge to be with Reno is very strong, I find that I’m unable and unwilling to separate from him. This passion is overruling every bit of judgment I possess, although some might say that isn’t very much, but those people are just jealous. This is an unusual position that I find myself in. Never before with the other men I have been with have I found myself in this position. I’ve always called the shots, always made the rules. But now I feel like I’m up in a tree, waiting for a large bird to carry me away—in other words, I have no idea what to do. “I do want to be with you,” I admit to him with unaccustomed candor, surprising even myself. “We have to… that is, we will… do something to ensure that we can be together.” I feel more sure of myself, even as I speak. “Yes, we shall be together.”

I think to glance at my sister and his brother. They seem rather cozy. Too cozy maybe. But perhaps that might work out to our advantage.

Reno gives me a bemused glance.  “I can see those wheels turning.” I smile enigmatically.

We enter the palace through a less used entrance, and down a hall, around a corner and into the library, Reno leading the way. Swy takes up a position just outside the door, once we enter the room. A large wooden desk sits in the middle of the room, while along each wall are floor to ceiling book shelves; our privacy is ensured by the complete lack of  windows. Good thinking on Reno’s part. He leads me to the desk and leans against it, pulling me in between his thighs. Luci and whatshisname take a seat on the leather sofa across from the desk, my sister sitting far too close for my taste.

“What are you thinking?” Reno whispers to me.

I glare at the two on the sofa, but return my attention and focus it upon Reno. “Well, I was thinking that my parents have given permission for you to court my sister, is that not so?”

Reno nods.

“So,” I continue, “there’ll be no problem with you coming to the palace on a regular basis. To see my sister.” Although I emphasize sister, I mean me, of course. “My sister cannot possibly see you without a chaperone. It wouldn’t be proper to do so. Therefore, I shall be her chaperone. And you must have one as well, in order to preserve propriety. Perhaps your brother?” I think he’s beginning to get a feel for the scheme now. I mark a trail along his jaw with my lips, losing myself in the moment. I hear my sister giggling, but I choose to ignore her.

“Mmm, you have a devious mind, I like that. Okay, so I come and visit, bringing Jaou with me. We do whatever it is we have planned in the eyes of your parents and then each go on our own ways?” I hear Reno’s moan as those kisses send shivers through his body that I can feel, and I suspect are responsible for making his cock stand up tall and proud as well.

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“That’s brilliant,” the brother pipes up.  Jaou, I have to try to remember that. “As long as it’s okay with you, Luci. I wouldn’t dream of overstepping myself. I would be most honored to be able to spend time with one as lovely as you.” Oh brother.

I dart a glance at my sister, she’s blushing.

“I would be very  happy  to spend time with someone as handsome as you, Jaou.” She gives me a look, sees my unhappy scowl, and quickly attempts to forestall anything on my part.  “Knock it off, Kay! I’m not a child anymore! I grew up while you were away at school!”

I guess she did. A lot has happened in four years. Hell, a lot has happened here, in just a very short time. I feel as though my whole life has been turned upside down, but in a very pleasant way.

I continue to kiss Reno, the soft flesh beneath his chin, and down his neck. My hand seems to have a mind of its own; it tries to insinuate itself beneath Reno’s skirt. It’s probably just as well that we’re not in a really good position to do this, since there are witnesses in the room, one of whom is my baby sister.

“I think that’s a wonderful plan,” he agrees.

No one asks the obvious question—if a wedding date is set, what then? That seems too distant an eventuality to worry about at the moment. For right now, these arrangements are more than satisfactory. 

§§§§§

“Of course it’s a wonderful plan, my princeling, you thought of it,” I tease him, whispering my taunts into his ear, for him alone to hear. “But it’s such a beautiful mind to hide such deviousness.”

“So everything is settled then, yes?” Jaou asks. “We have a plan. So who’s going to make nice with the crowd?”

As if he isn’t listening to anyone but me, my sweet prince whispers to me, “When will I be able to have you?” He touches me, mesmerized by me, his fingers trailing through the layers and multicolor of my hair. I know part of it’s the pheromones but not all. Not all.

“You know I don’t want to leave, I want to stay, but there’s no way we can do this tonight. We’ll come back soon. Maybe we can arrange to go riding in the country, or on a picnic? Would you like that, my little princeling? Then I’ll have you all to myself.” I kiss his temple, and each eye, and then the tip of his perky little nose, before I settle on devouring his lips. I nibble hungrily at his lower lip until I hear a small whimper escape them.

“Picnic and riding,” my brother affirms, “Yes, that sounds good. We can make that work.”

“You like that, my princeling?” I ask again.

Before Kay can reply either in the affirmative or otherwise, a snort is heard coming from the direction of the couch. A very unladylike snort, especially for a princess. All heads turn toward her, and Kay glowers.

“Kay ride? Make me laugh!” She snorts again. “I don’t think he knows one end of a horse from the other.” She continues to giggle, while my prince grows redder and redder, attempting to hide his face against my chest. I find it cute, although I suspect what his sister has said to be the truth, hence his embarrassment.

“You don’t ride? Never?” I give my brother a dismayed look. How can someone live in this world and not know how to ride a horse? Vehicles have become scarce in recent years as it has become ever harder to get parts with which to repair them. Horses, bicycles and carriages have become the primary mode of transportation. How can my little princeling not know how to ride?  “Well, if you truly don’t know, I guess I’ll just have to teach you.”
Now it’s Jaou’s turn to snort. “You teach? Yeah, right. Remember when you tried to teach me how to ride a bike last year. You damn near got me killed telling me to ride alongside of the river. You never told me how to stop. I damn near went off the cliff into the water.”

“But I like my little princeling,” I counter snarkily. “You were just being a pain in the ass. You’d been asking me for months, harping at me every time I turned around, begging me to teach you.”

Having lost this argument with me, my brother turns to the girl who sits beside him. “Do you ride, Luci?” Suddenly, he sounds shy. What’s up with that? I’ll have to give him shit for that. Except then he’d probably kid me about Kay. Maybe not such a good idea.

Luci offers him a demure yet provocative smile. “I ride very well, thank you.” Her tone leaves little doubt as to what she thinks of her brother’s lack of equestrianship. “I would love to ride with you, Jaou, and show you how well I ride.”

Kay begins to squawk, his feathers having been ruffled. “I don’t think I like the sound of that,  young lady!”

She sticks her tongue out at him, and links her arm inside of Jaou’s, snuggling closer to him, perhaps partially with the intention of pissing her brother off, but most apparently because of an attraction to my brother. Her flirting and wanton looks melt my concerns for my brother’s feelings in this scheme.

I see surprise on my brother’s face, and I suspect he’s feeling rather on top of the world as he draws her hand to his lips for a light kiss. Then he leans over and gently brushes his lips across her hair, chastely. He clutches her arm to his chest. “I’m glad you ride so well. We’ll be able to show these two how it’s done.” He chuckles, taking pleasure at Kay’s reddening face. I shall have to chastise him for that, later.

“Don’t worry, I’m an excellent teacher,” I whisper into Kay’s ear reassuringly. My tongue outlines the outer edge of that same ear, I feel Kay’s breathing catch at my touch. “I’m sure you’ll be riding soon… and not just horses.”

Kay’s face goes from embarrassed red to plumb purple at Jaou’s apparent familiarity with his sister. He makes a move as if to spring at him, but I hold him back with my arms. I soothe him, petting and nuzzling into his hair until he’s calm and makes no further attempt to jump on Jaou. He continues to glance hostilely at Jaou, in his best haughty prince manner. I’m getting used to it; he means no harm, really. And he’s so pretty when he feels powerful.

“Now, little princeling,” I soothe him, “he meant nothing by it… but I did.” I run my hand over his chest, grazing a pert nipple under the fabric, which elicits a hiss from Kay. “I wish we didn’t have to….” Voices outside the door interrupt and four heads swivel towards the door.

There are two voices. One is belligerent, while the other refuses to budge, until at last the first voice recedes into the distance, and Kay’s man pops his head through the door.

“Begging  your pardon, your highness, but one of Princess Liusaidh’s so-called suitors is nosing about, seeking her highness. Perhaps it would be best if no one was found here. Better safe than sorry.”

Kay sighs, but he does not disagree. “Very well,” he says, “we’ll be right out. He turns to me, and the look he gives me is very soulful, as if he is pouring out his heart to me. “I must see you again. Soon,” he pleads. My heart aches to have to leave and I can’t imagine how I’m going to find the strength to let him move away from me.

I card through his short dark hair, and look deeply into those soft silver eyes, which can be soft as down one moment, and hard as steel the next. “I need to see you too,” I assure him. “We’ll be together… soon.”  I lean in and Kay turns in my arms, and now we are chest to chest, our lips locked together in a soul touching kiss. As if we are trying to pass a wealth of feelings and assurances between us in a short moment of time. When we look up, Jaou and Luci have risen from the sofa and are gazing into one another’s eyes with a longing only matched by our own. With a reluctant sigh, we approach them.

I offer Princess Liusaidh my arm. “Shall we?”

“Let the farce begin,” Jaou says softly.

to be continued

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