W
ell, I have heard of writer's block, but I never thought it would happen to me. My therapist suggested a few days by myself might help. So here I am, all alone in a cabin at the lake. There is no one around for miles. Just me, and the wonderful sounds of nature surround the lake. This just might work. Maybe a short walk would stir up some ideas.
The woods are so beautiful this time of year, wild autumn flowers blooming everywhere, the leaves on the trees turning from shades of green to yellow, orange, and red. White sand covers a trail that leads around the lake, like walking on pure, white sugar. The crystal blue waters of the lake on one side of the trail, tall trees on the other side. Little skinny stems with gorgeous tiny purple flowers, dainty bushes of white daisies with a greenish yellow center, each one shaped perfect, six petals on each daisy, and of course the black-eyed Susans their solid black centers surrounded with deep yellow petals. The florist shops have nothing on Mother Nature. Her flower arrangements are so perfect and beautiful. I decide I'll save the walk till tomorrow.
I walk back up the trail to the cabin steps, three steps, a covered porch large enough to accommodate a wooden table with two ladder-back straight chairs, and a love seat rocker. Sitting at the table, where I had placed my laptop earlier, I thought that maybe I should check my email. Twenty-eight unread messages, scrolling down, five proposals, ten forwards, and thirteen letters from my fabulous fans, those are the ones I love to read. I can't disappoint them, so many telling me how my stories touch their hearts, how they make them believe in love again, how they have started dreaming again. No, I can't disappoint them, they depend on me to keep their dreams alive and I depend on them to keep my dreams alive.
I answer each and every letter, everyone asking when my next story will be released. Slowly I rise up out of my chair, the sun reflecting in the lake almost blinds me, shading my eyes with my right hand, looking out at the shimmering lake, alive with the sun's rays. The rays dancing across the lake, the trees swaying, as if they were playing a beautiful waltz, just for the rays to dance. Glancing down at the dock, my brown eyes must be playing tricks on me, I could swear I see a man, sitting on the dock Shading my eyes with both hands, looking again at the dock, nothing is there. Oh great, I can't write, and now I'm hallucinating, what's next, a visit from aliens?
I walk down the steps, going down to the dock to watch the sun being swallowed by the lake. The lake and sky are filled with pinks, yellows, oranges, and purples as the sun puts up its final struggle for the day. Slowly the sun loses the battle and sinks into the lake, how proud the sun must be to have such a dazzling display of colours. Looking out over the lake, I see the reflection of a star. The childhood rhyme, automatically goes through my head: "Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight!" I make a wish, funny how I never outgrow silly things like that. Thinking about my wish causes me to turn a deep scarlet, if this wish comes true, I'll start believing in Santa Clause again, and I'll have one "helluva" story to write. I "giggle"!
I can see millions of stars popping out in the cloudless sky, like twinkling diamonds, winking at me. The night is so clear, not a cloud in sight, the big bright yellow moon is slowly climbing it's way above the huge tree tops, I can see the beams scattered in the purple sky. The only thing that could make it more special, someone special to share it with. Tonight that is impossible, for I am the only person here. Looking back out over the lake, a zillion stars look down at me. Surely the gods are smiling at me tonight, I can almost feel the vibes travelling through my body. It's kind of like, their smiles can actually touch me, their thoughts, I can hear. At that precise moment, the moon in all its glory peeps over the trees and slowly wades out into the lake. A big, yellow, full moon; the perfect romantic, setting. A smile creeps across my small lips. I think that I am over the writer's block, what a great place for some fabulous ideas. Yes!
Walking back to the cabin, as I reach the third step, I turn and look at the reflections of the romantic full moon, with all it's tiny sparkling stars, shimmering in the lake. My eyes travel to the far side of the lake, and begin a slow sweep across, admiring and enjoying the beautiful sight. As my view gets closer to my side of the shore, I notice something unusual, a shape that doesn't fit, sort of like a man, but the water is rippling, too hard to see for sure. My eyes dart quickly to the shore, something, a shadow perhaps disappears into the trees, or was it my imagination. Must have been my imagination, the moon is so full and bright, I would have seen someone standing in the clearing of the trail. Amazing what a lady with a wild imagination can conjure up.
Stepping onto the porch, I wonder what I'd like to do next, perhaps a bite to eat. As I step inside, I feel for the light switch, switching it on, with a sudden flash the large room is flooded with light, it takes awhile to adjust my eyes. The cabin is sort of one big room, with a loft bedroom. A beautiful ceiling fan, with six light fixtures that look like the old kerosene lamps my grandma had in her attic, they go perfect with the cabin. Every thing is manly looking, a sort of western, rustic. I want it to be a comfortable look. It definitely looks like something Mike, my boss, would pick to put in his little hideaway. I must contact him on the computer, but first I'll check out the refrigerator. Going to the right, where the kitchen area is located, I look around for the refrigerator, The appliances are all black, another great touch, doesn't show-up dirty fingerprints, very macho. Open the fridge, lets see, hmmmmm, milk, pickles, sodas, sandwich meat, beer, beer and beer… yep, a mans hideaway for sure. Looking down on the next shelf, I see a covered dish with a note on it, taking the note in my hand, and reading it. "Angel, I know how much you love fruit, a fruit salad baby, just for you. Love you, Mike." What a sweetheart! Grabbing the dish, I remove the top, mmmmmm, Yes, all of my favourites are here. Grapes, strawberries, blueberries, melon, starfruit, kiwi, coconut, and oranges, a supper fit for an angel!
Taking a grape, I popping it into my mouth, rolling it around, enjoying the roundness and coolness of it. I wonder, has he remembered the other special stuff I ask for. Looking in the cabinets, finally I find what I'm looking for, a bottle of Kamora and one of whiskey, nothing like a White Russian, my favourite mixed drink. The glasses I find in another cabinet, beer mugs, of course. Oh well, guess I'll fix me a big drink, about so much Kamora and so much… whiskey, fill the glass with ice, and now my own special touch, two packs of sweetener. What would I do without my Mike to take care of me? "Smile", I'll contact him on the computer and thank him for sending me out here.
Taking my fruit in one hand and my drink in the other and head for the loft, Mike told me the computer is up there. The stairs are made from split logs, the railing from small trees, about four inches in diameter. Reaching the top step and stepping into the loft, my eyes grow big with surprise. There before me is a king size bed, with a gorgeous, red, satin comforter. Taking a few steps further I notice a note on the bed, it reads : "Angel, I bought this for you, I know how much you love the colour red and the red roses are for you. Love, Mike." Oh how he does spoil me, but he says I …deserve it, what a man. Wait a minute, rose? Red roses… where? My eyes wonder around the room. There they are, on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. WOW! they are so pretty, no, they're absolutely gorgeous. Long stem red roses in a beautiful crystal vase, a big red bow attached to the vase.
Going around to the other side, sitting my drink and fruit on the nightstand, cupping a rose in my hand and leaning toward it, inhaling that sweet intoxicating odour, it smells so delicious, a dozen sweet, gorgeous, red roses. He really knows what I like. I miss him already. Taking my drink and fruit, I head for the computer, which is located in the front of the cabin, right in front of the huge window that overlooks the lake. Walking closer, I can see the stars and moon and their dramatic reflections in the lake, a sight that takes your breath away. This was the perfect setting for someone writing a romantic story.
Sitting down at the computer, turning it on. While I wait, I'll find my nighty. Running back down the stairs and retrieving my suitcase, I left by the door, then run back up the stairs. Placing my bag on the bed and opening it, a short white satin gown, very low cut in back and front, soft as a cloud of lace across the breasts. Walking back over to the computer I click on the ICQ icon, Mike is not there, but he sent me a message. "Angel, I'm truly sorry, I have to leave for an important emergency business meeting. Won't be able to pick you up tomorrow, as planned. I'm sure you'll be okay, I would've made other arrangements if I thought you'd be harmed. You're safer there than anywhere, it's only accessible by plane or boat. Angel, I'll be back as soon as I can, promise! Love you, Mike." Okay, another day there will be good for me, I'll just relax, write, and enjoy this beautiful place, no problem. Damn! I really needed to talk to him, he always makes me smile and feel better. Maybe some of my other friends are on line… Joe, not there either… my dragon slayer, not there. My friend Desert Rose, not there. Lady, just me, Mr. Romance, Alaskan, Brass Angel, roadie,
Blazer, bob, not even my two sisters, Darlene and Gemma. Darn, where could everyone be? Now what do I do? I know. I'll take a shower, then eat and drink.
Leaving my fruit on the computer desk and taking a long drink of the White Russian, I decide to take the drink with me in the shower, mainly because it feels too good sliding down my throat to leave it behind. Taking my nighty from the suitcase, I head for the bathroom. The door is on the other side of the room, as I pass by the red roses I pluck one and take it into the bathroom with me. I take another long drink, then setting the mug on the vanity, lay my nighty down beside it. Taking a big sniff of the rose I lie it down on the gown. Leaning forward I turn on the water and adjust the temperature, a coolness with just enough hot to take out the chill. Stepping into the shower and closing the door behind me, the water feels so good cascading down my body, sort of like a waterfall. Lathering my body with soap, just my face showing, the rest is soap and bubbles. Turning slowly to rinse off the soap, rubbing all over my body with my small hands, mmmmm… that does feel good! A little more rubbing and I decide to get out of the shower, before I have to make it a cold shower. Pulling the big blue fluffy towel from the towel rack, I wrap it around me, start drying my wet body, and hair.
Feeling dry enough, I reach for my gown, it's not on the vanity and the rose is gone too. The drink is right where I left it, but the gown and rose, gone. Glancing all around the room, searching, no gown or rose. Picking up the drink and taking several gulps, okay, I'll just go find something else to sleep in. Going back to the bedroom, I near the bed, and notice my gown laid out and the rose lying on it. Draining the mug of White Russian… turning towards the stairs, I glance back at the gown and rose, I need another drink. Snatching the gown from the bed, the rose falls to the floor. Hurriedly pulling the gown over my head, rushing down the steps toward the cabinets. I have a drink in my hand in record time, several swallows later, I take a long deep breath. Okay, this has got to be my imagination, gowns and flowers don't just walk from the bathroom to the bed and arrange themselves comfortably on the bed.
Looking down at myself, I notice the gown is gathered around my waist. Setting the drink on the counter, I use both hands to pull my gown down. The satin feels so smooth and cool against my warm flesh, very sensuous and the snow-white colour of the gown really contrasts with my brown skin. Maybe I just thought I took the flower and gown to the bathroom…? Draining the glass, I quickly making another drink, take a big swallow, a deep breathe, and let it out slowly. Maybe I should go back upstairs and do some unpacking.
Reaching the last step, turning towards the bed, my suitcase is gone, and in it's place, a red rose. Setting my drink down on the nightstand, I go to the closet door, and pull it open, sure enough there are my clothes, hanging neatly. I take a trip over to the chest of drawers, opening the top drawer slowly. Yes there are my g-strings, bras and my two other nighties. I walk back over to the nightstand, picking up my drink and taking several sips. I must have put my clothes up, there's no one around here, but me. Maybe I'm in the "Twilight Zone", ha-ha! Another long sip of the drink, I am for sure starting to feel tipsy, and very tired. Going to bed seems to be a very good idea. Taking the rose from the bed, I place it back into the vase, turn down the covers and jump in. Oh wow, do those satin sheets feel good, smooth, silky, and cool. Stretching out, raising my arms up and stretching them over my head, that does feel good. I think I need a little noise to help me sleep maybe some music will help. Turning on the radio, that is on the nightstand, Unchained Melody, by the Righteous
Brothers, is playing. That is such a romantic song, a song for lovers for sure. Laying back down, listening to the music, feeling the smoothness of the sheets, and letting the music slowly drift over my body. Can't seem to keep my eyes open, my eyelids feel so heavy.
A noise sounds out, my sleep filled brain seems to tell me to wake up, but I can't seem to open my eyes. Finally they open, I sit up in bed, listening for the noise, I hear only silence. Probably only a sound in my dream, for I hear nothing at all. Lying back down, I feel myself drifting back to dreamland. Suddenly I feel a touch on my bare shoulder, my eyes flash open, my heart pounding in my chest. Looking all around me, I see nothing, until I look at my right shoulder, there lying on my shoulder is a red rose. For some reason, I'm not afraid, puzzled as to how the rose got there, but not afraid.
All of a sudden, I feel something, like the back of a large, strong hand, softly caressing my cheek. My eyes are wide open, but I see no one. The hand slowly moves down to my neck, shivers of delight run all through my body. The hand continues to travel softly across my throat, back and forth, a little lower with each pass. Finally, their warmth reaches the top of my gown, which barely covers my nipples. My erect nipples are straining against the thin fabric, aching to be touched, my eyes open, staring into the most gorgeous hazel eyes. Their depths seem to devour me, pulling me deeper and deeper into their magical world. I surrender myself, to them completely. Slowly I drift into the depths of his eyes, as lips so soft and gentle, barely touch mine. Hands, so strong, gently lift my head, pulling me closer to his lips. The tip of his tongue touches my lips, gently probing, begging for entrance. My lips part, as my tongue races to taste the nectar of his. He gently pushes his tongue against mine, finally entering, exploring one spot and then another. His right hand slowly slides down to my neck, caressing softly, magic tingles running through my whole body, my juices start to flow!
Suddenly his lips leave mine and start a slow swirling trail down my throat. It feels like hot blazes running from my throat straight to my nipples and love nest. My heart pounds, my breasts, strain to touch his bare chest. The erect nipples have worked their way out of the top of my gown. My nipples touch the warm flesh of his chest, causing them to swell even more. My back arches, head tilts back, allowing those wonderful lips access to all those special places. Gently his lips nibble on the side of my neck, working their way down to my shoulder, stopping where they join, sucking gently. My whole body quivers, any control that I might have had, leaves me completely! Soft moans escape my lips, changing to gasps as he sucks harder. The body, that was once mine, is now his to have and control! The lips slowly drift farther down, almost but not quite touching my left breast his chin barely touches my nipple, as those lips make their way down. The very tip of his tongue makes contact with the swollen nipple, ever so softly swirling around and around. As the lips close tightly on their prey, shivers of desire coarse throughout my body. Yielding to his manipulations of my breast, enjoying every swirl of his hot tongue. Reluctantly, the lips give up their prize, and teasingly go for the other breast. Breathing becomes almost impossible as he slowly releases the nipple and starts a journey, even further down!
I feel his warm breath on my stomach as his lips traced a warm trail straight to the curly black "V" between my legs. The tongue again starts its teasing, oh so gentle, probing down one side and up the other, slowly tempting, teasing that, very magic spot! Is it screams or just whispers, that I hear escaping my lips? Squeezing his head between my thighs, my tiny fingers grab his hair, pulling his face closer. Pushing my hips up, exploding into his waiting mouth, my head rolling back and forth, screams or whispers escaping from my lips. My body goes limp, barely able to open my eyes, hazel eyes stare back at me, slowly he crawls up my body, our eyes locked together. His lips touch mine, our eyes close, slowly his manhood enters my very wet, love box. Our bodies become one, as we melt into each other! We increase the rhythm of our hips, and the stars in the heavens suddenly explode as we both reach the height of fulfilment! Afraid to let go of each other, neither wanting this magic moment to end. We, kissing and holding each other, revel in the aftermath of the most precious
moments of lovemaking, the aftermath. Turning to him, I ask his name, in a voice filled with love, he whispers, "Gareth"…the perfect name for my prince charming! Falling asleep snuggled in his arms, feeling safe, and oh so loved!
Awakening to the bright morning sunlight, momentarily blinding me, rubbing my eyes trying to wake up, looking around me. He's gone! Or was he ever there? Was last night all a dream? A perfect red rose lies on my pillow! Grasping the rose in my hands, bringing it to my cheek, it feels soft, gentle, just like his warm loving caresses. Jumping up from the bed, and running to the computer.
"Mike, don't bother coming to pick me up! I need more time "alone", will let you know when I'm ready to come home. Love Angel." Caressing my cheek with the rose, a smile on my lips… tonight I'll be waiting for Gareth, when I wish upon that star!
THE END
