Let Sleeping Love Lie Part Two by KB Mallion.

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As promised here is the second part of KB Mallion’s story Let Sleeping Love Lie, if you haven’t read part one you will find it here… http://wp.me/p4rGhL-tJ

The following week, I returned to the pub with a heavy, and incredibly guilty, heart. As soon as Will saw me, the disgust and disappointment was written all over his pale and resentful, face.
He used to look at me in such a beautiful way, that it left me feeling special; giddy and weak, that kind of special. Now, I was something so terribly tainted; he just looked right through me. To him, I was now soiled goods. To him, I no longer existed.

In that painful and sickening moment, I knew that we were forever over. Whatever ‘we’ once were, had now absolutely gone. Nothing I could say or do, would ever change that.
So I begrudgingly, carried on seeing Ed for a few more, saving face, weeks. Of course, his own interest had very much waned once he had smugly bedded me. It was only a matter of time before I would be permanently removed from his radar altogether. So my battered pride, made me end things first between us. It was about this time that Will stopped working at the pub. I then knew, I would never get the chance to say that I was sorry. I would never get the chance to apologise for my inexcusable actions.

Torturous weeks followed. I continued to think of him.
What was he doing?
Who was he with?
Did he still think of me?
I was never a person who wanted to regret a single thing, but with him, I regretted everything. I felt like I had this haunting, unfinished business, silently simmering away. Holding out for the moment that it would get its chance to finish what it had once started.

I wouldn’t get that chance, until the Boxing Day Ball. At the very place, where ‘we’ first began.
I’d had a shit Christmas, and my Boxing Day was about to get a whole lot shitter. I’d been dragged out by my friends, who were trying to pull me from my, post-Will, hell hole. For him to actually be there, was a bitter pill to swallow. Nauseating and bitter, because he had a new girlfriend in tow. A girlfriend, who just so happened to like to drape herself all over him. It was like she was telling every single female in the room, that Will was hers.

I tried so hard not to look in their direction, but nevertheless, my eyes would frequently betray me. The brunette was possessively sat on his lap, her arms snaked right around his neck. It was sickening to see him laughing with someone else. Heated jealously ripped right through me, shredding me apart with every giggle and kiss that they both shared. Some self loathing was thrown in for good fucking measure, too. I knew that girl could have been me. That girl, should have been me!

There was only one time, did Will choose to look in my direction. He saved the indignant look, that I so cruelly threw him on that fateful night with Ed. He saved it, so that he could finally throw it right back at me… With piercing and soul-crushing force.
He peeped over the brunette’s shoulder, smugly glaring back at me. All of his pent up anger and disappointment, suddenly came flying at me with one disdained, but precise, glance. I tried to hide my hurt but it was futile. I managed to hang around for a little while longer, but my humiliation was eventually too much to bear. Knowing that Will was still disgusted with me, I left with his disgust wrapped around my ashamed and sad self.
Walking home, my confidence was in complete tatters. My taunting mind, cursed me. I was all alone, left to lick my very raw, but totally deserved, wounds.
I thought that would be the last time that I saw him, but twelve years later, I would be forced to remember Will, once again.

***

I honestly think that fate thought it would be fun to taunt me, one final time… For old times sake. For, there I was; happily getting on with my life. When one nostalgic day, my silly thoughts began to wander off with distant memories of Will. My whimsical thoughts wondered what of him?
Did he marry or have any kids?
Did he follow that dream to do a degree in Engineering and Technology?
Was he happy?
All legitimate questions that a woman would ask about a man that she once fucked over. Stupid thoughts and questions, that I didn’t deserve to own.

After Will, my life did eventually settle. I had a long term boyfriend, and was now an assistant manager at the nursery where I worked. Life was good. However, fate had something bittersweet in store for me. After twelve years of being Will-less, that single thought of him, triggered something to release inside of me. It had freed thoughts and feelings that I had chained somewhere safely inside of me. I still wished that I had been given the chance to say I was sorry. I still felt regret over something that I never gave an explanation for. It was bloody ridiculous, that I even cared after all this time… but there were never no hard or fast rules about my feelings for Will.

I could never get past how badly I had treated him that night. How I had not only let him down, I had also let myself down. I always hoped, that one day, I would get my chance to tell him that.
I even wrote about him in a poem. An apologetic poem, I suppose. In the hope that it would finally rid me of my heavy guilt. That it would somehow help me to get it all off my burdened chest… but it never did.

I knew that he’d never get to read any of my apologetic words.
I also knew that he’d never truly understand how my hurting him, hurt myself.
So as yet another Christmas approached, I found myself reading the poem that I once wrote.

Dear Will
This is a poem, that you shall never see
But felt compelled to write it nevertheless
As insanely, I often still think of you
How things between us were so terribly left

I don’t believe in a life of regret
No use in dwelling on the past
But for some unknown and sad reason
I can’t forgive myself, for all of the hurt that I once cast

You were younger than me
When I met you twelve years ago
My God you were so beautiful
On the inside, even more beautifully so

You were working behind the bar
Where me and my girlies once went
Straight away, I wanted to know you
A gorgeous soul to me, so heavenly sent

You were intelligent and kind
A really sweet and caring young soul
I wanted to be with you
I wanted you to make me feel whole

You respected all of me
Respected the person that I was
I don’t understand what I did
It was if onlys and just because

I grew impatient and stubborn
That’s when my insecurity set in
I began thinking to destroy
What never got a chance to truly begin

You were much more mature
Than I had ever been
I just went into self destruct mode
A cruel part of me you’d never seen

You see, when I began to care
More than I could ever cope with
I began to play games and push
Pushing you to a no win limit

When I saw that you were jealous
That pushing just took a hold
I never stopped to think of you
How my actions would leave you cold

I remember your sweet face
Looking hurt and so very sad
“Why are you going with him?”
You whispered in a voice, so mad

I remember feeling confused
And thinking that I should just go home
That is what I should have done
Left and gone home… ALONE

But then, Little Miss Self Destruct
Urged me to go on ahead
Ignoring my feelings for you
I chose a smug loser instead

God, I could kick myself
A thousand times and more
What I did that night
Was cruel and so immature

It makes me emotional, still
Thinking how I hurt you so
The memory of your hurt face
Twelve years later, I still do know

That was the end of us
You left working at the bar
I never got to say I was sorry
For me, that left a scar

I think of you at times
Wonder how your life is?
You will always be remembered
Somewhere in my hearts abyss

I remember your gentle kiss
You were always a true gent
You loved that I wrote poetry
Like I said… Heaven sent

So although you’ll never know
How very sorry I am
I’ve written it down here
My feelings weren’t a sham

I wish that I could find you
Maybe tell you to your face?
So that you’d know that I
Am now a woman of grace

I regret that you never got
The chance to ever see
Who I truly was inside
The chance to see the real me

I think if you had seen her
Who’d know where we would be?
But I made a huge mistake
I underestimated your integrity

So now I only have my thoughts
Rattling around inside of my head
Dear Will, I’m so very sorry
Are the words that I never said

Remember fate, the bitch that I mentioned before? A few days after my reading of that heartfelt poem, I see Will again. I’m busily rushing around my local supermarket, minding my own damn business. When, I felt someone watching me. You know when you sometimes quickly look at someone, and they seem warmly familiar. In that surreal moment, I was blissfully unaware, that the man that I had been longing to see, was in actual fact, staring right back at me. His now matured, yet handsome face, just didn’t register with me at the time. All I remember of that day was rushing in to buy my lunch. In deep and hurried thought, I was choosing some sushi. I felt someone, to my right, looking intently at me. I glanced sideways, and saw this gorgeous guy faintly smiling with his eyebrow raised with amused interest at me.
I distinctly remember thinking ‘Oh my… I’m being checked out by the hunk near the sushi’
How could I have possibly not realised that it was Will?
What a complete and utter tit to have not recognised him straight away?
After twelve years of not seeing his wonderful face, ashamedly, I had kind of forgotten it. I only had the younger Will, etched within my older mind. I never thought, not in a million years, that I’d see him whilst out shopping. It was only after leaving the shop, did it actually sink in that Will was the man who had been smiling at me. But at that precise moment in time, with him continuing to stare across at me, I began to feel a bit silly. So feeling girlishly embarrassed, with who I thought was, a complete but totally hot stranger; I made haste. Quickly paying for my sushi and bottled water and leaving the store with a flush to my high cheeks. Like I said, it was only after reaching my car, did I understand why that gorgeous face seemed so pleasantly familiar.
I not only didn’t speak, I blushed and ignored him. Seriously, I just wanted to shrivel up and die.

After many an occasion of wanting to once again kick myself, I just thought that it was a weird coincidence to see Will after reading the poem that I wrote. Only fate, that wicked bitch of a cow… Was having real bloody fun with me.

The following week, I’m happily walking through the town with my boyfriend. I’m busily browsing through my messages on my smartphone, when I look up and see HIM… Again!
It is then and only then, that his older, but still insanely handsome face, is instantly recognised by me. I just couldn’t believe it. What were the chances of seeing him again, after seeing nothing of him in over twelve years? Yet here he was, in gorgeous glory… It really was Will.

In complete and panicked shock, I stupidly looked down; fiddling with my phone. I knew that we had passed each other, and I really wanted to look back over my shoulder, just to see if he was looking back at me… but it’s hardly appropriate when your boyfriend of seven years is right beside you.

Inside, I felt just like that twenty five year old Tess all over again. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His face was the only face that I saw, every time that I closed my eyes.
Why, after all these years, was I seeing him all of the damn fucking time?
He had always remained sheltered somewhere safely within my heart, but these random fleeting moments of seeing him, had now kicked down all of my heavily guarded defences.

So stupidly, the following week, I foolishly found myself actually searching for him as I walked around town. Every face that passed me by, I briefly studied. I vehemently chastised myself, for acting so pathetic and desperate. And I kid you not, that was when I saw him again; at a cashpoint.

He busily pressed the buttons, grabbing his money, then dashed past me on the opposite side of the road. This time, his stare didn’t linger on me. He was probably pissed by the fact that I had blanked him twice already. He was more than likely thinking. “Fuck that! I’m not going to give her a third opportunity.”

In total and utter disbelief, I reluctantly turned and carried on walking in the other direction.
Where had Will been?
Why did I keep on seeing him after nothing for twelve long years?
Why was he unknowingly, but always, popping into my life?

It was a constant and bitter reminder of something that had taken me such a long time to forget.
I began to feel guilty because of my dear boyfriend. For, at night, I’d lie there; thinking about someone else. A someone, who I had a brief, but very messy, history with. I know it all happened way before my boyfriend, but it didn’t make me feel any less guilty.
However, my completely selfish side, justified it by the fact that mine and Will’s messy past had remained unresolved. It had never been laid to rest. It’s a cursing trait of mine. I absolutely hate loose ends… And Will, was my biggest ever loose end.

The weird thing was, over the years, I had buried him so deep. So deep, that whenever I thought of him, I felt like I was losing a little more of him. Eventually, I couldn’t remember everything about him. I couldn’t even remember his surname. So whenever I tried to find him on Facebook, I would never get any joy. I knew it was short and that it was hidden somewhere within the depths of my mind. It was always there on the tip of my tongue, but it never would come to me. I think it was self preservation, again. Protecting me from a painful part of my past that needed to remain where it was.

However, that wicked thing called fate, was still not done with me.
After those three cringe-worthy occasions, I was more determined than ever to find him on Facebook. So I typed in the name Will, and straight away a Will, with one mutual friend, appeared. As if by magic, his handsome face was right there before me. It felt as though something was wonderfully trying to weave our separate paths back together. It was as if we were meant to one day bump into one another again. So, ashamedly, I had a nose on his page. I had the chance to see a snippet of his life via Facebook. I felt like an an unwelcome intruder, looking at some of his photo’s and some of the things he had written. Feeling edgy, I read just a little about him. I don’t know why, but I felt so utterly disappointed when reading his profile… Because, as expected, he had a partner and a young son.
Did I dare to add him as a friend?
Without even contemplating it, I stupidly sent a friend request.

With Christmas just around the corner, I tried to occupy my mind with all things festive; choosing to forget all about my ignored friend request from Will. Not even the sweet treat of making some cinnamon snowmen biscuits, helped. His rejection hung heavy on my dejected, trying to be festive, shoulders. Once again, I felt angry with myself. Where in my stupid little mind, did I ever think that he would accept? So I purposely stayed away from town. I had to put Will in a remote place in my heart and mind… Yet again.

***

Christmas came and went, but me and my friends all glammed it up for the Boxing Day Ball. We hadn’t been for years, and wanted to take a trip down memory lane. It turned out to be one hell of a trip down memory lane, let me tell you. The Woo’s Woo’s kept on coming. I was letting my hair down and having some fun. It was during a drunken giggle fit, that I first saw Will.
He was sat with some friends, looking relaxed and at ease. He was wearing that glorious look of interest, plastered all across his divine face, when our eyes slowly locked onto one another’s.

I tried to evade any eye contact with him, but my eyes really did love to defy me. So I kept finding myself looking directly at him, weakly smiling. A ‘this is awkward, but I’ll smile anyway’ kind of a smile. To see him reciprocate mine, drenched me in the sweetest of relief. The cold, dark stare had gone, and was now replaced with a modest grin. I happily took that grin. Anything was better than being glared at.

I decided to not drink anymore. In fact, all night long, I felt self conscious and edgy in his presence. I was pissed off, because he was STILL able to do that to me.
My bladder eventually succumbed to all of the cocktails that had been previously consumed. Although I would have to walk past Will, I still needed to bloody pee. So, I carefully walked past him and his friends. My head was held high, and I prayed to God that I didn’t slip or trip over; because frankly, when Will would fall into my life… Things invariably did go wrong.

I sat on the toilet, feeling like I wanted to run away. Too long had passed between myself and Will. He was now just a stranger and that hurt much more than I wanted to admit.
After my, long but reflective, wee; I looked at my solemn reflection, shaking my head at it.
Did you seriously think that you would one day just fall back into his forgiving arms?
Did you honestly think that he would try to pick up from where you both left things twelve years ago?

Those ridiculous questions bore right into me, as I stared back at my frowning reflection.
I knew that I was no longer that twenty five year old Tess, and that Will was definitely no longer the twenty two year old, that I once fell in love with.

I sighed deeply, digging out my clear lip gloss; gliding it over my lonely lips. I pouted at my reflection, stupidly feeling a little better with a bit of lippy on. Grabbing my bag, I walked out the door, ready to go back upstairs to the bar.

I literally had to stifle a shocked gasp escaping from my mouth, when I looked up to see Will. Who was gorgeously leaning against the bottom of the wooden staircase with his arms casually folded.
“Hello Tess.” His voice was low and welcoming. It felt so good to hear his voice, especially when it was saying my name.

“So you do remember me, then?” I asked with a curious, teasing and quirked brow.

“How could I forget you?” He grinned, refusing to look away from me.

I blinked at his reply, looking down at the floor. Confident Tess was indeed now screaming at me. Urging me to say something… Anything! “You look really well.” I told him, nervously stroking my thigh.

“You too.” He straightened his stance, lowering his arms down by his sides.

I tried to lighten the mood of the conversation, on edge by the way that he was looking at me. “Isn’t it weird how we have not seen each other for years and years, then all of a sudden we keep bumping into one another?” I said with a nervous and slight smile.

Will frowned, his lips teasingly pursed. “That’s when you’re not blanking me, that is?”

I pulled my shoulders back, trying to appear confident. “The first time that I saw you in the supermarket, I honestly didn’t twig that it was you.” I quickly and nervously explained.

Will looked at me hard, the corners of his mouth pulled up with amusement. “So you didn’t blank me?”

I coyly looked away, smirking at his question. “Not intentionally, no.” I quietly replied.

For the first time in twelve years, I was gifted his wonderful and natural smile that he so gorgeously possessed. He nodded, standing tall. “Why did you add me as a friend on Facebook?” His brows pulled together with his serious question, it had me squirming.

I stepped back, holding up my hands. My way of surrendering to him. “I apologise about that. It was just seeing you, made me want to find you again. I had tried many times before, but with no luck.” I felt stupid for admitting that.

His head tilted, needing to know more. “Why have you been trying to find me, Tess?” Will’s eyes deeply penetrated mine, searching for an answer.

That’s when I knew it was time. This was the moment that I had been waiting so long for. I couldn’t mess it up now! With flushed cheeks and a cool nervousness rushing through my body, my moment began. “There are things that I’ve waited a long time to say, Will.” My hands remained so rigid down by my sides, frozen with nerves.

“Okay, I’m listening.” Once again, he crossed his arms. I knew that he had no intention of making this easy for me.

I bravely lifted my chin. “I have always wanted to say how sorry I was. How sorry, I still am. I have always wanted to apologise to you about what happened that night with Ed. I treated you terribly, for reasons that I’m not going to go into, right now. I just know that it was unforgivable. I really did feel something for you, I’m truly sorry for how I acted. I just wanted to let you know that.” I finished my teary ramble, not wishing to look at him for too long.

For an agonising and short moment, he said nothing. He only looked on at me in an emotionless way. Finally, he stepped closer. “Have you carried that around with you for twelve years?” His eyes roam my face, causing my heart to thump inside of my chest.

“Yes.” I mumbled, holding back my tears.

“Why?” He gently asked.

I sadly lifted my lashes. “I regret what I did.”

Will’s expression softened. “We all do silly things, Tess.”

My eyes darted to his, begging for him to listen. “I let something wonderful slip through my fingers, Will.” I shakily blurted out.

Taking another step closer, he was now so close; I could appreciatively smell his intoxicating aftershave. My nostrils devoured all of his masculine scent, committing it to memory.
Looking deeply into my blue eyes, he hesitates to touch my flushed cheek. Carefully, he trailed his gentle fingers across it. To feel his touch again, was heavenly. I leant my head against the palm of his soft hand, savouring it with closed eyes. Something beautiful was happening. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to freeze time and be forever locked in a precious pause. “You were very special, Tess.” Will’s solemn words brought my emotions to the brim.

I sighed, my breaths shattered and broken. “I wish I could turn back the clock, Will.” I said, tears filling my red-rimmed eyes.

He smiled, a smile full of clarity. “But you can’t. What has happened… Has happened. We are two different people now. I have a girlfriend and a beautiful son. Regardless of how we feel, Tess, nothing can and never will, happen between us… You understand that, don’t you?”

My eyes continued to fill with salty tears. He gently wiped some away, that had escaped my lower lid. I managed to nod, my chin violently quivering. “I know. I just wish that things could have been different.” I admitted, looking just past his shoulder.

Will smiled, sympathetically tilting his head. “But they aren’t.” He regretfully added.

I knew that my moment was coming to an end. Only, I felt there was still more to say. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I was a stupid, stupid cow for sleeping with Ed. I’m so…. ”

Will silenced me with his finger placed on my parted lips. “You have to let it go, Tess.” He firmly told me.

My shoulders dropped with sadness. “I thought I had, but seeing you again has made it all feel like it only happened yesterday.” I said, looking away.

He sighed loudly, then pulled slightly back from me. “Why do you think I didn’t add you as a friend on Facebook?” He asked, frowning once again.

“Because you hate me?” I answered, wiping a tear from my lip.

Will studied me, his expression so sweet and caring. “I don’t hate you.”

That’s when I looked at the ground, unable to look at him anymore. “I hate myself.” I angrily mumbled.

Lifting my chin with his finger, he made me look at him. “Don’t ever say that.” His tone was serious, even cross. “The reason that I didn’t add you as a friend, was because it felt better not to. It wouldn’t be wise for us to see what’s happening in each other’s lives, Tess… It’s better this way.”

I lowered my lashes, forcing them to gain more eye contact with him. “It should have been me with you, Will.” I blinked back more salty tears, my body becoming overwhelmed with the hurt that flooded its aching veins.

Will tapped on his heart. “In here, you always will be.” He offered me only a small, sorrowful smile.

Biting my lip hard, my chin quaked with desolate emotion. I desperately needed to put some distance between us. “I think I had better go, before I say something completely embarrassing.” I replied, sadly turning away.

Just as I’m about to wrench myself away, I felt him delicately take hold of my hand. Pulling me close against him, he looked up above him; to where some mistletoe hung prettily above us. We both stared at it, silently thinking about the significance of its being there; before his soft lips are lightly brought against mine. He delivered a sweet and cherished, goodbye kiss; holding my face in his departing hands until our kiss met its untimely ending. As our lips reluctantly separated, he whispered. “Goodbye Tess.”

“Goodbye, Will.” I weakly replied.

Then with nothing else needing to be said, the love of my life, slowly walked back up the stairs; without even a backward glance to pacify me. Upset, I retreated back into the toilet cubicle. I don’t know how long I was there for, until a couple of my friends finally came to find me. I had to tell them that my tears were because of a bad day and far too much alcohol. A barefaced lie, but it was all I could quickly think of. A necessary lie, that would prevent me from falling into shattered pieces on the floor.

Now, I am back at home, lying in my bed; unable to sleep as the early hours creep in.
My quiet thoughts are only of Will. The haunting memory of his parting kiss and his carefully said words. They are now the only things keeping me company in my darkened bedroom.
Well, I finally got to say that I was sorry.
During this festive time, I was given the blessing to lay past ghosts to rest.
Was this part of the plan?
Did fate play her wicked part in all of this?
I only know that Will is just as sweet, as he was twelve years ago. That has only made a little part of me, love him even more. He is right, though. We are two different people now. Our lives are very different. We both belong with different people. Knowing that he does forgive me, helps.
It also helps to know that somewhere deep inside of him, he’ll always carry me around with him.
I just know that I’ll never forget tonight. I also hope that whenever Will looks up at mistletoe, he’ll remember tonight, and our long awaited goodbye.
I’ll always love Will. There will always be a part of my heart, that shall forever belong to him, but sometimes, the right thing to do is… Let sleeping love lie.

The End.

© KB Mallion 2015.

Christmas Eve by Sydney Taylor #CinnamonTreats

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The night before Christmas,

She walked through the door.

Dropped all of her packages,

Right there on the floor.

She hung up her coat,

And kicked off her shoes.

Turned on some music,

The sweet sound of blues.

Made her way to the kitchen,

For a glass of red wine.

There she found his note,

It sent tingles down her spine.

Have you been a good girl?

All Sugar and spice?

Time for Santa to find out,

If you’re naughty or nice.

Bring up two glasses,

And the bottle of wine.

Leave your clothes here,

I want to see all that’s mine.

Quickly she stripped,

Her ample frame bare.

Her nipples grew hard,

from the chill in the air.

At the top of the stairs,

She entered their room.

Heart pounding her chest,

A deafening boom.

At the sight of him,

She was licking her lips.

A Santa hat on his head,

Pants hung low on his hips.

She tried not to giggle

at his choice in suits.

He had all but a shirt,

Right down to the boots.

He caught her attention

With the flick of his wrist.

She spotted the crop,

Grasped tight in his fist.

I’ll ask you again, Kitten.

Naughty or Nice?

Answer me now,

don’t make me ask thrice.

She sturdied herself,

Or at least she tried.

“That, Sir is something,

Only Santa can decide.”

“Oh sweet one,”

He said through pursed lips.

“Your wise ass remark,

Just earned clamps on those tits.”

She had known better,

but she had a quick tongue.

Two clamps bit down hard,

between, a silver chain hung.

By that chain

She was led to the bed.

“Hands flat to the mattress,

Legs wide, he said.”

“It appears that you’ve decided

to take the naughty route

Santa’s crop to your ass,

Will turn that about. “

With that first strike

Came the sting she loved to hate.

“Start counting girl,

Don’t make Santa wait.”

She counted each blow,

To her cheeks left and right.

He then pulled her chain,

Making those nipple clamps bite.

She could feel her sweet nectar,

weeping down her thighs.

When he reached out to touch

She sang a carol of sweet sighs.

“If you’re quite done,

Giving me sass,

Santa will take,

Your sweet little ass.”

She needn’t answer,

His suit hit the floor.

He slipped inside gently,

Then pushed a little more.

He knew her so well,

Body and mind.

He knew when to be stern,

Yet more importantly, kind.

They rode waves of pleasure,

He made her heart sing.

The love between them,

A most beautiful thing.

She collapsed in his arms,

Once the playing was done.

He looked in her eyes,

Whispered, “you are my one.”

He plucked a box from the table

Smiled at her with pride.

Inside was a note,

Kitten, be my Bride?

The beautiful diamond ring,

Took her by surprise.

She couldn’t control,

The tears falling from her eyes.

Yes! She said, Oh Yes!

As he slid the ring in place,

Then kissed the tears,

Streaking down her face.

Neither could be happier,

It was so hard to believe.

That anything could be better,

Than this, their first Christmas Eve.

© Sydney Taylor 2015

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Elves Christmas Party by A. Stone #CinnamonTreats

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A gathering of delinquents

Late Decembers come

Dressed in their red hats

Hands full of toys and rum.

 

No family at this gig

But a friendly face a must

Bought their Christmas cheer

Along with Nordic lust.

 

A feast of festive flesh

Santa’s full of treats

Mrs Claus on her knees

While Santa takes a seat.

A tangle of elves all naked

Small arms and legs laid bare

100 bottles of cinnamon gin

Tis the party of the year.

 

Elves ‘Work hard…Play hard’ is their motto

They can’t just rely on luck

But come the 26th December

All they do is…

 

© A. Stone 2015

(Pictures sourced from the internet).

 

The Grandma That Nobody Wanted by Linda Apodaca #CinnamonTreats

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Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Linda Apodaca, story

It was a cool and breezy day in May and I needed something to do, so I went for a walk around the block. There was a nursing home a few blocks from my home and when I reached it I saw a little old lady with Snow White hair sitting in a wheelchair, all alone. She looked so lonely yet she had a smile upon her face. I could see her mouth moving but nobody was around. I didn’t even know this lady or anything about her but she some how reminded me of my own grandmother whom I had just lost only two months earlier. Oh how I miss that sweet dear soul and our visits together. I also felt a tugging at my heart to go over and talk to her.(probably Grammy saying,”what if that were me.?”) so as I got closer I yelled out..HELLO GRANDMA! The little old lady with the Snow White hair turned toward me and she gave me a big, Beautiful,
Happy smile and waved. I waved back smiled and then continued with my walk around the block because I had too many things to do that day. I started to sing Amazing Grace my mothers and grandmothers favorite song, the one I sang at their funerals, and for the first time in three years I felt at peace; Like my mother and grandmother were right there with me on my walk. I could even hear them humming along.
When I came back the other way I had forgotten about the little old lady until I saw her sitting right next to the fence. She yelled,” Hi Mary!”With glee in her big blue eyes and that big Beautiful smile upon her face. How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in so many years! She exclaimed. Why don’t you come and sit right down here by old granny and tell me what’s going on with the whole family, it seems everyone has forgotten all about me! Well to say the least I was speechless and flabbergasted. For you see, my name is Linda not Mary! But how can I tell that to this sweet old lady who obviously didn’t get any company from friends or family. And when I looked into those big, Beautiful, Longing eyes I just couldn’t say No so I said, ok granny but I can only stay for a little while because I have laundry and dishes waiting for me at home. And as she let out her breath she had been holding she said,
“Oh don’t you worry about that, those things will still be there when you get back.. Unlike me which is not a for sure thing. She giggled and continued on. Now tell me, how’s your mother doing? And that cute little baby of yours? A girl? Right? How old is she now? About 4 years? She asked the questions one after the other, so fast I didn’t even have time to answer. Finally when she paused for a breath, I answered. Yes granny she turned four in April. Her name is April Fern and she is really growing like a plant (excuse the pun). Mother is doing well she is still working.. So how have you been doing granny? I asked to change the subject back to her. Because I didn’t even know this lady or what she was going to say or ask next. She didn’t answer, I don’t know if she didn’t hear me or what so I asked another question a bit louder. Do you have any boyfriends? She said,” Mary Hush your mouth! You know the only one for me is your grandpa Jim! I know granny, I know I was only joking. Sorry! So have you seen grandpa Jim lately? Girl.. Your worse off than I am! She said snickering.. Her blue eyes got misty as she said,” your grandpa Jim has been gone for about twenty years now hunny. But I do see him every now and then, especially in my dreams. How I miss that sweet dear soul! Me too granny.. Me too! I must make a confession sweetie she whispered, that’s who I was talking to when you saw me earlier. And now you coming to visit me, two blessings in one day; how lucky can an ole lady get? Like I said before I am both speechless and flabbergasted, and I can’t believe believe how easily this conversation is going considering.. 1.) I don’t even know who this lady is. 2.) my name isn’t Mary.. 3.) I don’t have any children!  Well granny, I really must be going for now. But I will come and visit again, ok? Ok dear, don’t forget to tell your mother I said hello and for her to come and visit me soon. And give that precious little girl a big hug and kiss from her great granny Dee ok? Ok granny bye for now! And as I hugged her tears rolled down her cheek and I wondered to myself if they were happy or sad tears.. Happy tears for the happy visit? Or sad tears? Her thinking I might not come back to visit again? Or a mixture of both? I would be sure to ask granny on my next visit but I’m guessing Both! Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did that, had that conversation with that lady. Oh well I’ll just have to stop by the cemetery tomorrow and tell mother that granny say’s hi. And my little niece Angie will have to be my pretend daughter. Wait until I tell my fiancé about this one, he’s going to think I’m nuts.. Oh well, maybe I am. The next day when my fiancé Julian came over he wanted to take me out to eat but I told him I wanted to cook him a delicious homemade dinner instead, so that we could talk about something. At first he was thrilled at the idea of a home cooked meal but after some thought he asked,”ok but it’s not about me, right? I’m not in any trouble? No darling it’s not about you and your not in any trouble, this time I said with a playful giggle. It’s about your crazy fiancé and some of the crazy things she does and the crazy things you’ll have to put up with, once you marry her that is, I said laughing. So after a delightful, delicious dinner I spilled out the whole crazy episode that happened to me the day earlier. So.. What do you think Julian? Julian? At first my fiancé was so quiet I thought he was going to walk right out on me. Instead after several minutes he burst out in laughter.. My mouth dropped open and tears began to fall. He gathered me in his arms and said, hunny don’t cry. I’m not marrying a crazy woman at all. I’m marrying a sensitive, Loving, caring woman whom I Love even more Now. You silly, wonderful woman you, he said while squeezing me tighter. But what am I going to do now Julian? I asked wiping my tears. What do you mean? He asked. You continue to visit ole granny, that’s all I. But Julian, what if I forget something she has already mentioned? Or what if I change names? Or what if..she doesn’t finish her last question when Julian cuts in and says,” oh hunny don’t worry so much; granny will probably forget before you do..we both started laughing at that one. All you gotta do is write everything down after each visit if your that worried bout it, like in a journal or something. Yes..! A journal, oh Julian what a wonderful idea! I love you hunny! I love you more he said softly snuggling me closer. Well our visits only lasted a little over a year, granny Dee as I called her; I found out her real name was Dolores Vera cinnamon Shannon, died on a Friday night. Exactly eight months after our extravagant wedding, which granny insisted she pay for, as long as she was invited to the wedding. Of course your invited granny, I wouldn’t even get married without you there I told her. Like I believe that she said with a snicker, and we both laughed until we were crying. By that time she really was like a grandma to me. We were really close, so close in fact that everyone at the nursing home thought I was blood related, her long lost granddaughter. At every visit granny would pull out her worn out Bible and tell me; when I go to be with grandpa Jim I want to leave you this but on one condition. She looked me straight in the eyes, I want for you to visit me at the cemetery and I want you to chat, sing, and read the Bible to me and grandpa Jim, ok sweetie? Remember dear read my( your) Bible daily and keep God first and your life and marriage will both be worthwhile, ok dear? And I would tell her oh granny don’t talk like that! But she would insist; promise me Mary.. Promise me! Ok granny okay was Always my response to her Beautiful blue eyes. So here I am sitting in front of granny’s grave, reading my (her) Bible to her, and I can see that big Beautiful smile that she gave to me not so long ago, on my walk around the block, on that May Day. The day God gave me a very special grandma that nobody else wanted..! After singing Amazing Grace, my mothers, grandmothers, and granny’s favorite song.. The one I sang at all of their funerals, I opened my Bible to read one last passage and white turning the pages a piece of paper fell out along with a picture, a picture of granny’s special Christmas/Birthday party. I started to reminisce about the Christmas/Birthday decorations, the cake, and the smiles on granny’s and all her friends faces. They had Never seen such a party and Everyone had so much fun! The smell of pine cones and cinnamon treats were Everywhere! And let’s not forget the huge Christmas tree and of course Santa, which I thought was too much but Julian insisted! It was a picture of granny sitting on Santa ( Julian’s) lap. And when he asked her,” what do you want for your Christmas/Birthday present? Young lady”.. She looked him in the eyes and answered,” I want for you and MRS clause to live Happily Ever After.. And I want to spend my next birthday with “My Love!” Everyone cheered with tears in their eyes.. Including Santa.! I started getting dizzy again so I headed for home. And the minute I walked in the door I showed the piece of paper to Julian so I wouldn’t forget. Then I got woozy again, Julian helped me to the couch and brought me a glass of water. Thank you hunny maybe too much sun,now what is this? He started to read the paper.. Wow! He exclaimed.. What? I asked after taking another drink. It’s a safe deposit box note, maybe granny was a rich old lady who left us thousands of dollars.!!! Wouldn’t that be nice? He asked daydreaming. I playfully punched him on the shoulder, Julian, be serious. Ok okay let’s go and see what ole granny has for us. Probably old love letters, or maybe an old hope chest?.. Hmm both our minds were racing and we were guessing all the way over there. Maybe a beautiful China set, or quilted blankets made by granny’s loving hands? But when we found out we were both speechless and looked at each other with our eyes wide open and our mouths dropped open. My husband was the first to speak when he choked out.. I was only joking about the thousands.! When I finally found my voice I said,” I know hunny, but it’s not thousands.. It’s millions.! There was also a very special letter written to me from my very special granny.. Written with a shaky hand and a Loving Heart.. It reads.. My Dearest Mary, I know that Mary isn’t your real name and that your not really my flesh and blood granddaughter ( although you are my Heart and Soul Granddaughter) But you coming back again and again, visit after visit and getting close to me like a Real granddaughter meant more to me than you’ll ever know,( especially since I had no family.) I know I can never ever repay you for all you did for this lonely old lady; but maybe just maybe this little gift will help out a wonderful, loving newlywed couple on their new journey of life together. And I will Always and Forever hold dear and cherish the one and only special birthday party my Beautiful granddaughter and Santa threw for me, right before my passing. And yes grandpa Jim was there too, he also met me and took me by the hand on my last day here on earth, while I was clutching onto my special wedding picture the three of us in one hand and a picture of me and my beloved on the other. For this is how I fell asleep each night, at peace. Again.. Thank you.. Linda for keeping your promise to a crazy, lonely ole woman whom you barely even knew but came to know and love like your very own grandmother. I know you kept your promise because I watch over you Always. And I am watching the tears flowing now as Julian finishes reading these words to you as you could not finish reading as tears started flowing shortly after starting this letter and if you noticed they are also stained with my tears as well. Once more (because like I said I could never Thank you enough) Thank you Linda from the bottom of my Heart.. For Everything!!! Love.. HUGZ.. And kisses.. Granny Dee p.s. Extra HUGZ and Kisses to my Great Granddaughter.! Julian and I both looked at each other and laughed. Well needless to say after all the sun and excitement I was dizzy yet again and sick to my stomach. So Julian said straight to the doctors for you young princess and then home so that I can look after and spoil you! He had no argument from me. Once there the nurse asked, are you pregnant? No I answered, just too much sun, excitement and I think I might be catching a stomach bug. Oh ok she said but let’s take a urine sample any way. About an hour later doc walks in and asks,” so, you had an exciting day? Oh yes! Was my reply. Well I bet I can make it even more exciting. Oh Really?? Julian chimes in thinking he is flirting. Yes indeed.. Doc says smiling. It’s not the sun or the excitement or even a stomach bug that has you feeling this way.. He pauses.. Looks to me then to Julian and back to me again, but stays quiet.. Well what is it then? I finally ask.. Oh I thought you’d never ask he said laughing.. It’s the Baby.! BABY? We both say in unison. Yes.. Baby doc repeats. Julian’s eyes fill up with tears as do mine. Finally all choked up I say Thank you doctor thank you! Oh don’t thank me.. Thank hubby here.! And before you know it we are in each other’s arms crying and laughing tears of joy at the same time.! Thank you darling Thank you.!!! A couple of months later we found out the baby was going to be a girl. But that was no surprise because an Angel had already told us. And we named her; Dolores April Fern Apodaca. Dolores of course after Granny Dee , April,Fern so I didn’t have to lie and my middle name, and Apodaca, my new last name! And yes we give Dee Dee extra HUGZ and KISSES from her great granny Dee.. Oh and yes.. We lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER..!!! The End.. No make that.. The Beginning.!

All Rights Reserved- Linda Apodaca  11/20/15

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Christmas Eve With The Yeardleys by Sarah Michelle Lynch #CinnamonTreats

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Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Sarah Michelle Lynch, story

Christmas Eve with the Yeardleys

The children are tucked up in bed upstairs, sleeping soundly after Noah told them Santa doesn’t deliver if he knows you’re awake. The house quiet, the Nottinghamshire countryside surrounding them white and treacherous, they don’t plan on going anywhere for days.

Noah and his wife Charlotte sit across from one another by the Inglenook fireplace, a low coffee table between them. Sat in a deep, fur rug on the floor, they comfortably sip mulled wine, a Scrabble board on the table between them.

Charlotte has a filthy grin decorating her face. She already knows she has won. He can’t possibly beat the score she’s going to get.

“Please, show me what you’ve got,” she asks.

Cocking one brow, he replies in a deep, baritone voice, “Later, darling. For now I’ll show you my letters.”

She giggles, her eyes wide, flirting with him.

Whoever wins gets to decide how they spend the rest of their Christmas Eve.

Placing his letters on the board, she knows she’s going to enjoy wiping the smug grin off his face.

“There, how about that then?” he asks, his shoulders lifted in triumph.

“Not bad,” she replies, “not bad.”

Counting up his score for treats combined with a double word score, she assigns his total.

“Well, you scored 118 altogether,” she says, “poor me, eh?”

He chuckles loudly. “The victor would always be me, of course.”

She sits, her lips pursed dramatically. “The victor? We’ll see…”

She places her last letters on the board. Her word cinnamon uses letters already put down and the latter n also happens to land on a triple word score.

“Well, now, I believe I have scored 135 altogether,” she giggles.

Frowning, he demands, “Bloody show me that. Let me check there’s been no cheating here.”

Checking their scorecards, his face falls. “Well, I was really rather hoping to give you a surprise tonight which is why I saved those letters for last.”

“Fifteen points as opposed to thirty-six darling, does not a winner make,” she tells him cockily, tidying their Scrabble set back into its box. “Now, I believe the agreement was I get to decide the entertainment this evening.”

He folds his arms. “But we know it’s better if I take charge.”

She folds her arms. “But we know it’s better if I take charge.”

They sit glaring at one another before he puts his bottom lip out. “I went to a lot of trouble.”

Sipping the dregs of her warm, mulled wine, she relaxes as she pours a little more for both of them, the roaring fire and their nightcaps making their cheeks flushed.

“Let’s see about this trouble, oh husband of mine.”

He celebrates inwardly, his eyes lighting up, a yeeesssss said under his breath.

She shakes her head, grinning. “Noah, if I don’t like it… whatever this plan of yours is, just remember I won fair and square and therefore, I have ultimate superiority tonight.”

“Yeah, you think you do,” he says quietly, but she hears him.

Never is Noah harder nor more desperate for her love than when she is in charge, but the power games persist, the back and forth unrelenting. Who can outdo who? How can they keep surpassing all their experiences so far? It was getting more difficult. After all, they’d experienced so many things together:

Noah peeping from behind a modesty curtain as a lesbian licked Charlotte mercilessly to orgasm;

Noah watching Charlotte with two big, gay men;

Noah hearing how Charlotte incensed all those hundreds of men in her domme days, his cock growing harder by the minute as she described her encounters;

Noah hearing Charlotte and her best friend Flo exchange tales of cock, kink and considerable explosions;

Not to mention their own private times involving dildos, whips, chains, lube, gags, masks and corsets – plus Noah role-playing her fantasy men: a fireman, policeman, artist, physician, gigolo, pilot, billionaire and even a lonely soldier, back on leave, gagging for it.

He has spent many, many hours of his life fulfilling her every fantasy, satisfying her every need, because what gives her pleasure always gives him pleasure.

What a terrible existence.

Standing, he holds out his hand, “Upstairs, baby.”

She takes his hand and he pulls her to standing, too.

Hand in hand, they walk from the lounge to the wooden staircase, she in her silk nightdress and matching dressing gown, and he in his Egyptian cotton robe with just boxers beneath.

Before he opens their bedroom door, he asks, “Are you ready?”

“I’m more than ready to turn down your plan in favour of mine.”

(She doesn’t really have a plan set in stone, and always prefers whatever settings or scenarios he has come up with, but egging him on always seems to bring out the best in him.)

He grins, his stocky body shaking with suppressed laughter so they don’t wake the children. “You know you’ll give into me, baby.”

“Will I?” She cocks one eyebrow, awaiting whatever he’s got in mind.

“Ready?” he asks, his broad, exposed chest catching her eye.

“As if you need to ask.”

He swings open the bedroom door and inside, she finds what he’s prepared for her.

“Wow,” she responds.

“I know.”

They step inside the room and Charlotte carefully examines the setup.

It requires precisely a second’s thought before she tells him, “Me likey.”

He shuts their bedroom door and locks it, telling her, “Oh, I knew you would.”

“How did you manage this without me knowing?”

He grins. “While you read the children their bedtime story tonight… I raided the store cupboard. I’ve had his stuff hidden away for weeks.”

She removes her silk dressing gown and asks, “Where do you want me? How do you want me?”

“Naked, and of course, on the table.”

She grins and complies.

Heading for the professional looking massage table set up next to their bed, she uses the height of their bed to make a tiny leap from there onto the table, without all the fuss of inelegantly pole-vaulting while naked.

Noah removes his robe and chuckles. “I would have helped you hop on.”

“You’ve got it set at your height. Don’t you know these things move up and down?”

“Talking of things that move up and down…” He motions at the contents of his boxer shorts. “…I just saw my sexy, voluptuously gorgeous wife get naked and I got hard. Only ever you, baby.”

“I feel exalted,” she cackles.

Her face not yet in the circular holder, she keeps her eyes on him and watches as he works his way around the room. The lights are already dimmed and their red furnishings and dark wood furniture throb with almost as much sexual intensity as Charlotte; the low lights making everything look blood-red.

Noah lights an oil burner and some candles. “You love massaging me and together, we’ve had some pretty fucking amazing massages together. So… I thought I’d take a little course in secret.”

Cracking his knuckles, she giggles.

“You took an actual course? When?”

“Oh yeah, laughing now aren’t you? When these magic hands touch your body… we’ll see eh?”

“I loved your hands even before you took a course.” She winks, sending him an air kiss. They’ve always loved rubbing one another but she never expected this level of commitment from him.

“Hush. Now, put your head in the holder. And prepare for a professional, full-body, all over, top to toe, toe curling, titillating, possibly also terrifying massage from your husband.”

She lifts her head slightly and barks out a loud laugh. “Fucking hell, Noah.”

“Ha!”

He forces her head in the holder and tips half a bottle of massage oil straight onto her back. Slightly warmed, he watches as she shivers with delight, little slippery drips wriggling between the dips and valleys of her back.

“I still love your fucking magnificent back,” he compliments her.

“You’re still a very dirty bastard, even three kids and a shit load of sleepless nights later.”

“Never fucking slept, me.”

“Ahhhh ohhhh baaaa-haaaa-ahhhh,” she groans, as he begins working out the knots around her shoulder blades.

“That good, eh?”

“So good.”

She doesn’t want to tell him that the experience is all the better for it being his hands on her.

“Well,” he continues working, “I thought why bother yourself going to a spa for your massages when you could have them right here, at home?”

“Sooooo gooooddd,” she agrees. “Just so I know, did you get a certificate? Will you be putting it up with your degrees on the office wall?”

“Behave, Charley, behave,” he warns.

She chuckles, before a weighty silence falls. “I love you, Noah.”

“I know baby. We’ll be quiet now so you can relax and unwind, let your mind float away. I have music, if you’d like?”

“Yes, lovely.”

Noah reaches for his phone and the speakers on the wall began playing tracks by Enya.

“Oh, lovely.”

“Okay, quiet now,” he suggests.

She lies quiet and while she does, he admires her body, inch by inch. Working on her lymph glands, he watches as her body swells and heats with relaxation. Slowly, so he doesn’t shock her, he inches his hands to the base of her back and gives her kidneys a little workout, but not so she’ll suffer in the morning. Gradually his hands sweep over the swells at the tops of her buttocks and she lies completely still.

By the time he’s massaging the pads of her toes and the delicate skin in between, he realises she’s not moved or responded for a while.

“Charlotte?”

No response.

Moving to the head of the table, he gently lifts her and finds she’s asleep.

“Oh, darling.”

Patting her down dry, he gently lifts her from the table and carries her into bed. Turning off the candles and the heated oil, he joins her under the covers naked.

Cuddling, she tells him sleepily, “I’ve ruined it.”

“No, no, it was perfect.”

He did what he set out to do – helping her relax and float away. He knows how stressful Christmas can be for Charlotte, with her family landing on their doorstep every Christmas morning, bringing with them too many extravagant gifts and all their own children, too. Noah bought their Nottinghamshire hideaway in Sherwood Forest, knowing their property would be such a place for big family get-togethers. He’d never wanted a family, not until he met Charlotte.

She rests in his arms and he begins knotting her hair round his fingers.

“I’ve never been happier,” he says to the room as she snores gently, her body rising and falling on top of his.

In the middle of the night, Noah hears something creeping on the stairs and shoots out of bed, stomping down the hallway to see what’s happening.

When he gets to the top of the staircase, he sees it’s actually Clement, their Irish Setter.

“Clement, bed. Now.”

The dog cowers and rushes away back downstairs and into the kitchen, where he sleeps by the radiator. Still, that never stops the naughty canine from trying to sneak into bed with Xander, his favourite heat source.

Getting back into bed, Charlotte complains, “God you’re cold.”

“Better warm me up then.”

She kicks him away and he fights to get some of her warmth.

“Am I really the only person who doesn’t do whatever you say?”

“Yes, you bloody bad wife.”

“How bad?” She turns and bites her lip. “I mean, do you want your nasty Christmas present now?”

He chuckles quietly. “It’s four a.m.”

She snickers. “Okay, then!”

Jumping off the bed, she races to the chest nearest her bed and opens a drawer. From inside, she drags out a pair of lace, crotch-less panties.

He draws breath.

“You know I hate these,” she says, swinging the garment on her finger.

“Well, I don’t!”

“Hmm, so I have a compromise.”

Out of the same drawer, she pulls a second, matching pair, and asks, “If you will, I will.”

“My size?” He looks at her seriously.

“Dirty fuck. Is that all you can ask?”

“Are they my size or what?”

“Am I me, or what?”

She flings his pair at him and immediately, his rigid cock and balls hang outrageously from the slit where the gusset should be.

Standing by the side of the bed, she slips hers on and touches herself.

“That’s vile,” she tells him, clearly aroused.

“You better lock the door again,” he murmurs.

She giggles and walks to the door to lock it.

Turning to walk back to the bed, she stares at the sight of him sprouting from the red knickers with black trim and groans, “I can’t wait.”

Climbing onto the bed, she straddles him and they fix themselves together, the base of his cock grating against the rough lace. The bonus is her clit grazes it every time she shimmies herself around his length.

“I need you,” she says, and he understands.

Rolling her beneath him, he kisses her, hands entwined, bodies shifting slowly.

He licks her breasts and grows harder, filling more of her.

Enjoying his coarse beard, she tugs at his greying blonde hair and runs her hands around all the planes she’s so familiar with.

Before long – as is their custom – her panties are ripped from her.

However, his remain – a new custom.

He lifts slightly so they can both watch his cock protruding from the slit, his muscled body unsuited to such delicate underwear.

There’s just something about the sight of it that has them both highly aroused.

“You’ll come, Charley.”

He hits her hard and deep a few times, and she comes.

Ripping the knickers off himself afterwards, he agrees, “Vile things.”

“Knew you’d go off them, as soon as you tried them for yourself.” Snaking around one another, they cuddle tightly. Charley throws her leg across his body and murmurs, “You know I always do it better.”

“Pardon fucking me, but if you’d stayed awake longer earlier, I was going to massage these ginormous breasts and your glorious pussy. It was no ordinary massage course, believe fucking me.”

She giggles.

“I had all your pressure points mapped out in my head,” he insists, “it would have been marvellous.”

“This is marvellous,” she says, “just this.”

“Yes, it’s quite wonderful, Charley. I fall more in love every year, with how you feel in my arms, princess.”

She brushes her cheek against his rough chest hair and his heart falls open, a rarity, but it happens. Rushing kisses over her hands, he groans desperately into her hair.

Backtracking a little, offsetting his saccharine declaration, he adds authoritatively, “I do love catering to your depraved needs, and now my service includes professional massages, I know my hands will never again know more rewarding work. Nor will they ever touch a more magnificent form than yours. I chose well with you, wife.”

Smiling into his eyes, she asks, “Pinch me.”

He does, he pinches her.

When she realises she’s awake, she giggles and kisses him, and they murmur until sunrise – when Noah’s bellowing, acerbic wit comes out to play again to tame their two boys, a girl and that rapscallion Irish Setter.

The story of how Noah and Charlotte met can be read in the novels A Fine Profession and A Fine Pursuit. Their sexual adventures can also be read in Bedtime Confessions and One True Lover, short but very arousing tales. Visit Amazon to learn more about Sarah’s writing: http://author.to/sarahmichellelynch

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Books by Sarah Michelle Lynch:

Sarah has released a new book today, you can now get Beyond Angel Avenue here: http://mybook.to/beyondangelavenue

Chambermaid Series:

A Fine Profession

A Fine Pursuit

Bedtime Confessions (a companion)

One True Lover (a companion)

Sub Rosa Trilogy:

Unbind

Unfurl

Unleash

Fabien Series:

Fabien: A Christmas Tale

Fabien Is Mine

I’m Yours, Fabien

Other Books:

Angel Avenue

 Beyond Angel Avenue 

The Radical

The Informant

The Sentient (coming soon)

A Visit From St Nick by Caroline Juliette #CinnamonTreats

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Caroline Juliette, Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Poetry

The bakery abuzz with all of the smells & sights

as the Muffin Maid anticipants her special  night

the scent of cinnamon pastry and frosting fills the air

the treats are decorated delicately with the utmost of care

“Everything must be perfect for my sexy jolly elf”

she blushes when she thinks of what they did last year on the shelf

bending at the waist she places the cookies in the oven

suddenly she feels hands on her hips

“I will take a dozen”

she gasps at the contact and shivers with delight

“Hello, Sir! I hope you’ve had a productive night”

“I’ve been all around the world…in fact, actually twice

but all I really need to know is if you’ve been naughty or nice”

She says “I’ll be whatever you want as long as I get my gift”

A jolly chuckle escapes him but his movements are swift

he lifts up her dress over the oven he bends her

pressing his erection into her wetness and rapidly enters

she cries out in climax and then screamed out his name

his orgasm descends and then he does the same

the timer on the oven gives a long loud whistle

and away he flies like the down of a thistle

but she hears him exclaim as he rides out of sight

a sexy Christmas to all and to all a naughty night!

© Caroline Juliette 2015.

(Picture sourced from the internet).

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Hot Aussie Christmas by Mark Davis #CinnamonTreats

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Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Mark Davis, Poetry

He’s worked hard all day
In the Australian Christmas heat
Mowing lawns for neighbours
So he could give his mum some treats
The last one for the day
Voluptuous Mrs Brown
“Come in and have a drink
My husbands stuck in townOr maybe you would like
To join me for a swim ”
She passed across some bathers
“These belong to him”
“I’ll change and get some beers
Then meet you in the pool
I’ll also get some ice
To keep them nice and coolMessage your mother
Tell her you’ll be late
She knows I’ll look after you
I know she has a date”
He did as she said
Told mum of his plan
She said “your 18 now son
Behave like a man”

Mrs Brown returned
In her bikini quite a sight
Her eyes ran across him
Felt his groin go tight
Pressed up against him
Touched his face, a gentle kiss
“Mmm when he wore the bathers
They never looked like this”

Took hold of his hand
Led him into the pool
“It’s getting quite heated
Think we both need to cool”
They splashed for a while
Then out on the chair
Her nipples showed through her top
He couldn’t help but stare

She smiled as she saw him
With her sideways glance
Ever since his birthday
She’d wanted this chance
Took hold of some lotion
“Could you rub some on please”
Dropped the straps off her shoulders
Felt such a tease.

“That feels so good”
His fingers pressed in
She loved this game
Knew she would win
“It’s been so long
He’s always away
It gets so lonely
I’m glad you could stay”

They talked for awhile
Sharing a beer
Then as they walked inside
She drew him near
Turned in his arms
Encircled his neck
He struggled to keep
His breathing in check

Her lips found his
A long deep kiss
He’d never been
With a woman like this
Her hand snaked down
As she gripped him he gasped
Pressed in with her hip

Took him to bed
Set his young cock free
Removed her bikini
“Hope you like what you see”
The answer was clear
His wide open eyes
Locked on the space
Between her dark tanned thighs

So wet and ready
She mounted her prize
Lowered herself down
Impressed by his size
Knew it wasn’t the last time
She’d entertain
Enjoyed her young lovers
Eager to train

Over cinnamon cookies
Next day she explained
To her neighbour and friend
How her son she had trained
“It will take more lessons
But make no mistake
By the time summers over
A great lover he’ll make”

© Mark Davis 2015.

Party For Two by Olivia Purley #CinnamonTreats

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Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Olivia Purley, story

Party for Two

 

Emma hurried along the train platform and queued behind the hundreds of commuters heading to work. Ducking through the entrance tunnel for a short cut, she shuffled across the concourse. Emma scanned the escalators ahead of her. Hundreds of commuters took to the escalators and stairs to escape the tube station claustrophobia and into the fresh air. Toby usually waited for her at the top of the escalator. Emma came to Kings Cross station via the Victoria line while Toby commuted in from the Bakerloo line. They had both worked for the same company for a few years. For the first month, they kept bumping into each other at the ticket turn styles at Kings Cross. After a few awkward conversations, they made a pact to plan to meet. Each week they took it in turns to bring morning coffee. Emma worked in the finance department while Toby worked in marketing in the regional office of a large construction company.

That Friday was Toby’s last morning for that week to bring the coffee. Each day he had brought Emma a different flavoured latte. As she ascended the moving staircase, Toby came into view. His brown bearded chin buried in his black woolen scarf. Toby’s head was downcast and she couldn’t catch his eye for attention. He was staring at the floor and his head was bobbing from left to right along with his shoulders. Toby had tucked himself into a corner. When Emma approached Toby, she could see that he was playing football against the wall with a screwed up ball of paper while he waited for her.

Amused that Toby could find entertainment in any situation, she regarded him while she was out of his eye line. She loved that he was the same height as her. He had never tried to kiss her, but she imagined the scene several times a day in her head. Emma wanted to know what his plump lips surrounded by short stubble hair would feel like against her neck as he pressed kisses softly to her skin.

“What are you thinking about?” Toby’s voice startled her and she yelped aloud, a passers-by glared at her for causing unnecessary noise so early in the morning. This caused Emma to snigger and reach for one of the red paper cups in Toby’s hand. He passed her the one in his left and then changed his mind trying to see what was written on the side of the cup.

“Nothing really, my mind was elsewhere, what flavour do we have today?” She answered, making grabby hands at the coffee cups and waiting impatiently for Toby to make up his mind which coffee she could have.

“Cinnamon and treats, sugar, spice and all things nice.” Toby waited for Emma to see today’s phrase, he hoped that it would give Emma a clue to how he felt about her. At the cafe he went to, he asked the barista to write a message on the side of the cup for Emma every day. He was too shy to tell her directly how he felt about her. Emma had finished her previous relationship a month ago and Toby was giving her enough space until he made his move. He watched with dismay as she wrapped her mitten-covered hand over the saying. Toby watched Emma march off to the ticket barrier, hoisting her two bags over her shoulder and touching her Oyster card on the yellow circle. Toby quickly caught Emma up and frog-marched behind her as she speedily walked across the main concourse of the station and into the other part of Kings Cross to get their overland train to their final destination.

“I’m grateful that we’re going home later this evening to miss the rush of commuters getting home. I swear there were three million people all trying to get to work at the same time. They were all on my tube train this morning.” Emma huffed out her frustration once they had reached the platform for their train going North out of the city.

“That’s a slight exaggeration, surely. Are you drinking tonight at the Christmas Party?” Toby deftly switch the conversation to something he desperately wanted to know. He was clicking his heels together to keep warm, the winter weather had turned icy cold. The wind swept through the platform in sudden gusts causing him to shiver each time.

“No, I have a date tomorrow and don’t want to turn up hung over.” Emma shifted her eyes to the left to see Toby’s reaction without being obvious. His face showed no emotion as he processed the information.

“Oh,” was all Toby said. He was hoping he could get Emma tipsy at the party and ask for a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. Toby had no idea if there was going to be mistletoe at the restaurant that was booked for the office party, but he hoped that there would be an opportunity.

“I’ve been set up on a blind date by Daisy in the office. So I don’t have high hopes that it will be successful but I thought it was about time I started dating again.”

Toby wanted to kick the metal chair fixed to the floor of the train platform in frustration. He was too late, he should asked her out a week ago. Toby listened carefully to what Emma was saying about the man she was going to meet. He sounded boring and Toby made a promise to himself that the next time he was in close confines with Emma, he would kiss her. He had until they parted ways after the party to make his move.

o0o

“Are you getting ready here Emma?” Toby had swung by Emma’s desk on his lunch break. She had a booth in the old part of the building they worked in. The room she worked in was converted stables that still had the dividing wooden walls with metal railing at the top. They couldn’t be removed because the building was listed. The offices were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees that had now lost their leaves. Squirrels and pheasants wandered around the grounds at their leisure. Toby hadn’t ventured outside today like he usually did for a walk down to the lake, he was too agitated, thinking about how to seduce Emma.

“Yes, I’ll get changed in the ladies toilets after the telephone lines close, I said I’d lock up and do the closing shift as the others hadn’t brought their clothes with them to change into and are going home first. Tanya has said that I can use her car for the weekend so I can drive us home tonight instead of slogging home on the train. I take you home too if you want. They’ll come back here and I can drive them to the party.”

“Ok, that would be great, I can get roaring drunk and sleep in the back of the car on the way home. Do you want me to wait with you? There’s only me and Daisy in my department today, the rest of them are going straight to the restaurant from their area meeting this afternoon.”

“That would be great, I don’t like being here on my own, the ghost came for a visit last week and I don’t fancy seeing her again.” Emma shuddered and pulled her cardigan tighter around her body.

Toby laughed and touched her arm, “You didn’t hear a ghost, it was your imagination, it was a long day and you were tired.”

“It was not my imagination Tobias. I heard her heavy breathing from the end office, I went down to check and there was no one there. In fact, there was no one else was in the building, so it had to be her.” Emma turned her attention to her computer screen ending the discussion.

“Fine, I’ll swing by when I’ve finished up and protect you from the ghouls.” As much as Toby liked a fired up Emma, he didn’t want to be in the direct firing line.

The building they worked in was a converted stable house that had been built three hundred years previously. The stables were attached to the main house that had been converted into offices as well. There were reports to be a female ghost wandering the corridors. The myth and legend said that she had gone horseback riding and had never returned one afternoon after an argument with her fiancé.

Once Toby had left her office, Emma pulled the coffee cup Toby had given her from behind the potted plant on her desk. She sipped a some coffee she had made early using the same cup he had given her that morning and had refilled it several times since. Emma brushed her finger over the phrase that had been written on the side. She hoped he would kiss her long and slow that evening.

“Kiss me quick? Who is sending you love notes on your coffee cup?”

Emma jumped and knocked over the cup that thankfully still had its lid on. Her work colleague Daisy sat on the edge of her desk fiddling with the stapler, opening and closing the clasp that held the staples. Emma snatched the piece of stationery out Daisy’s hands and dropped it into her drawer.

“No one is sending me notes, he doesn’t like me in that way, we’re just friends.” Emma replied once she had finished mopping up the stray pools of coffee that leaked out the mouth hole. She then scanned the area for potential annoying stationery that Daisy had a habit of tapping.

“But you like him in that way though, don’t you.” Daisy clasped her hands in her lap and grinned.

“Who are you assuming gave me the cup?” Emma was aiming for nonchalance but knew who Daisy was talking about. Daisy shared an office with Toby.

“Toby of course.” Daisy sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh well, yes, of course I do. I told him about my blind date you’ve organised for me tomorrow and he didn’t have any reaction. He doesn’t fancy me.”

“I’m not so sure, maybe he is playing his cards close to his chest. You’re not long out of a relationship, maybe he is waiting for you to make your move on him.”

“Do you think so? We’ve been friends for so long.”

“You won’t know until you kiss him quick.”

Daisy jumped off Emma’s desk and winked as she left Emma to it.

o0o

Emma finished applying her last coat of mascara and checked her reflection in the mirror above the sink. After a quick shower and a change of clothes she was ready for the party. Her figure-hugging dress clung to her body until it reached her knees. It had a high neck at the front but scooped low at the back. She chose the plum coloured dress the previous week, solely with Toby in mind. Satisfied with her appearance, she pulled on her winter coat, and left the female bathroom and went in search of Toby. She pushed open the heavy oak door to her office and spied Toby sitting on her office chair turning her coffee cup in circles. As soon as he heard the door hit the wall behind it, his hand shot away from the cup like he’d been burned.

Come on, let’s get in the car and wait, I don’t like waiting in this building, it gives me the creeps. Toby smiled and pushed her chair under her desk and joined her at the doorway. They left the building through the rear emergency exit, which slammed shut as soon as they were over the threshold. The small car park had only one car in it. Emma pressed the button on the key fob and the hazard lights flashed twice. Emma climbed into the driver’s side and Toby the front passenger seat. Emma turned to throw her bag on the back seat and inhaled Toby’s aftershave. Her mouth watered at the close proximity and wished she were brave enough to initiate contact.

Turning on the ignition to allow the car’s heating system to fill the car with warmth, Emma mentally wished Toby would kiss her. After ten minutes, she turned off the engine and waited for her work friends to turn up. They should have already arrived before they left the building, but there was no sign. When an hour had passed, Emma rang the restaurant to see if they had gone straight there. She discovered that there was no booking for that night, but there was a reservation for the following Friday for the company party.

“I think we’ve been set up Toby,” Emma brushed away her fringe from her eyes and squinted at the rustling trees the other side of the tall metal fence.

“Is that a bad thing?” Toby found his bravery and was making good on his earlier pledge. Emma remained tight-lipped, she’d been dreaming about the Christmas party. Devising ways to pretend that Toby wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Emma?” he asked her again, he took her hand in his and rested them on his thigh, she turned her head to see what he was doing and turned back to the trees ahead.

“Am I going to have a one-sided conversation?” Toby asked carefully, he didn’t want to scare her.

“No,” she whispered, fright consumed her.

“Look at me,” Toby commanded.

She did, and they froze, the air stilled and their eyes locked.

“Can I have a Christmas kiss?” Toby asked, he talked to her mouth, licking his lips.

To be continued in First Encounters Volume IV – Christmas Party Edition

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What Remains by BL Ronan #CinnamonTreats

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BL Ronan, Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Poetry

 

the wind shifts

and the breathtaking crispness of autumn

flickers

then fades

beneath the savageness

of winter’s biting embrace.

the burning embers of life

forever muted

in the end of an insurmountable fight.

for nothing evades

the icy pervasiveness

that strips the trees

and bares one’s soul.

not even the gentle dusting

of freshly fallen snow

can soften the cruel beauty

in such skeletal remains.

blues extinguish

the warmth

of brandished reds and golds

as death greets the year

and the months to come.

birdsong

and the cacophony of scavenging

are silenced

in the blanket

of such eerie stillness.

cheeks burn

against the wind’s

abrasive touch

and yet,

she cannot turn towards

the wooden warmth

ablaze

in but the world behind.

there is no comfort

to be found

in the joviality:

treats of remembered laughter

and long forgotten song.

for them –

it is a beginning

drenched in reflection

as they each embark

on the freshest of starts.

but such hollowed wishes

drown in the depths

of a sorrow

that impedes her path

without hope

of renewal

…

of peace.

with the cold,

comes the reminder

of all that has been lost.

twinkling fairy lights

dance along the untouched horizon

as she can no longer

fight the invasion of tears.

closing her eyes,

she gives in

to the agony

of once whispered tomorrows

and the phantom taste of cinnamon

that forever plagues

her waking thoughts

and eviscerating dreams.

c. 2015  b.l. ronan

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image two via pretty simple I the paris aparment

Holiday Party by Laurie Lee #CinnamonTreats

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Christmas, Cinnamon Treats, Guest Author, Laurie Lee, Poetry

Christmas is a time for giving

A time for sharing

A time to get together

And a time for caring

Go this way

And go that

To party and eat

And hopefully not get fat

Presents aplenty

All in a row

Every one you open

You have to show

The cider is ready

With cinnamon sticks

So tasty on your lips

Lots of juices to lick

The treats are lined up

For everyone to try

Need to get in line

Before they all go bye

All ready for dinner

Turkey, stuffing and gravy

Let’s all give thanks

For all that is tasty

The cinnamon candle burns

What a treat it is

Relaxing after eating

And time to reminisce

Now it’s time to say goodbye

It was oh so much fun

Got to get to bed

So Santa can come

Hope you all stay safe

And love one another

Have a wonderful holiday

And be kind to others.

© Laurie Lee 2015.

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