The Taurus and the boy
Note: Wrote it one afternoon over Facebook it just a very early draft of a long story I am working on. Wanted to share a bit of it, have fun!
There he laid on his back thinking of the many things he had done in his life and there was nothing much to show off his accomplishments as there were not that many. He sighs. He mind begins to wonder off, to a distant place, and he is no longer in the room he was before. He is surrounded by trees and a dark sky. He is confused... he tries to find an exit but there is none.
After walking around for a bit, he find himself face to face with a mystical creature that almost steps over him. It is a big Taurus or something that looks like a big bull. The creature looks down at him and asks, "What are you doing here?" He just stays quiet and trembles in a shock like state. The creature asks him once again, but he just continues shaking... The creature upset now comes so close to him....
It breathes heavily on his face and he takes all that breath into his body. It stinks like nothing he had smelled before, tears roll down his cheeks as the creature now looks more agitated. He finally, lets out a sound and the creature backs up a bit, but still looking down at him. He tells the creature that he doesn't know how he got there, and that he is lost.
A few seconds of quietness pass by but it feels like an eternity for him as the creature just stares at him tirelessly. The creature makes a sudden move and signals him to get on his back. He does as he is told and the creature gallops then slowly the scenery changes to a bright clear sky and green all around, with mountains on the distance and the cold breeze touching his face as the creature speeds up.
The creature with him on its back, ascend fast up the mountain and they get higher and higher. Finally, they arrive at the top of the mountain where he finds himself right in front of a big castle with big walls and guards on top pointing at him with bows and arrows. The creature stops and signals him to get off, he obeys. And when he looks back, the creature has disappeared. The guards let down the bridge...
And a guard cross the bridge and welcomes him. He asks him that what is his name and he tells him that, his name is his name is “Evan” the guard tells him that humans need to register with the human consul before he is allowed to wonder around the kingdom. He agrees and the guard and Evan walk across the bridge.
When Evan, steps inside the castle he is greeted by a sight of unreal objects and interesting characters. From the creatures we can only dream of, to the craziest stuff one can imagine. The guard keeps a few steps ahead of him, and he tries to take all in, but his mind just goes in a state of euphoria and shock at the same time. Something inside him jumps with joy, and wonders why he is feeling that.
The guard leads him through a labyrinth of alleys and bridges before they arrive to big mansion with two guards guarding the doorway. They open the door for Evan and he steps in, the guard that led him here stayed behind. Evan walks on a corridor of stones that is in the middle of a big garden covered in beautiful green grass and trees full of apples and other fruit.
It is a welcomed change by his nose that still wearing off the deep stinky smells of the Taurus. At the end of the corridor he sees an open door with music coming out of it. He walks fast towards it and he steps into the mansion. There he is greeted by a tall and pale woman wears too small spectacles for her big nose and big brown eyes. She asks him for his name and how he came into this world, Evan quickly gives her a quick account of the events that happened and his name. She takes out a brown book and writes down his name and the description he gave him. She scans him once again from top to bottom as if she had infrared eyes. She takes a key from her desk and hangs it to him along with a change of clothes, which look more like the locals he saw were wearing. She leads him to another room, and tells him that it is going to be his room and that he needs to rest. She parts and Evan is left on a big room with big windows where he can see almost everything that is going outside and the sun in setting down...
---To be continued---
Reality or Not
Reality or Not
By Dave C.
I run my hands through her long and lustrous hair. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks and then her neck. My tongue emerges to lick a roadway from her neck to her tiny earlobes and back again. After I nibble on her lobes for what seems eternity, I follow the straightest path to her beautiful face and those plump ripe red lips. I bite those lips that hold the taste of her and suddenly press forward for a strong deep kiss. The kiss is returned with equal fervor; we mingle our tongues and continue this way for many minutes.
We pull apart and both sets of eyes lock onto the other. We stare at each other and gently tease with the knowledge of what is yet to come. I press her down onto the bed and as I hover my tongue begins its downward journey along her well defined body. Chin, neck and oh those beautiful breasts. They are small but firm and afford me much pleasure. After paying them their rightful homage I resume my roadway of exploration.
In a sudden and unexpected move Cathy manages to flip me onto my back and begins her assault on my body. The suddenness and virtuosity of her onslaught caught me unaware and aroused me to a new intensity. We play at this back and forth power shifting until we are ready to explode. At that point we pull back and recharge ourselves. This game of pleasure/torture goes on for at least an hour until we can no longer wait for the ultimate joining of our bodies. Cathy rolls me onto my back again, mounts and losses herself screaming in wild abandon.
Later as we are relaxing, staring at the ceiling and letting our breath return to normal a loud clanging noise forces me into a sitting position. I turn toward the direction of the noise and looking me squarely in the face is my alarm clock demanding my attention.
Simultaneously through the locked door the dulcet of Cathy, our maid. “Sir, please wake up, remember, it’s your first day as a high school senior.”
At that I glance toward the pillow next to mine to find nothing.