Yul with pen . . .
I want to feel the warmth of your bow ply the waters of my eternal creation. I want to hear a passion atavistic, naked, raw, and taste the fruit of your labor as sincere as the salt in ocean spray; your arms rooted beside me as strapping mature oak, your contracting torso thoroughbred smooth and lean, and from the plunging anchor (bower) of your loins I feel as the depth of the sea, consuming that which is driven by that which is divine. My hips slap your hips like undulating midnight waves, warmth smacking warmth, as shadows dance under a full moon with sand in places sand shouldn't be. My mind crashes as surf upon heated whey as my fingers bury into your coaming delts. I . . .
Rog walked in his quarters, looked at Yul and then looked again. "Whatcha doing?" His tone abnormally flat.
"Nothing," said Yul, quickly putting away pen and paper.
"Nothing, huh."
"Yeah, nothing. What's up?"
"Von and Zoe. You should see the two of them. Or is it three of them. Like an old farmer who finds he's got one more Kawai than he thought and is afraid to ask for fear of it all being taken away."
"Hey Rog."
"Yeah baby?"
"Shut the frail up and come sit by me."
"Not now." Rog wasn't smiling.
Standing, Yul unzipped the front of her leather jacket, arched her feline back and tilted her head with eyes like saucers. Rog didn't budge. "Baby, is there something I need to know?" asked Yul, on the edge of a non manipulating pout.
"You could say that."
"Well?"
"Well, our little pregnant friend gots more to say than just a few warm fuzzy reminisces for an old hynerian."
Yul zipped up her jacket.
Rog dipped his head, his eyes looking as if from under a hat in the rain, a look Yul couldn't quite remember seeing before. Then he spoke as a ranger gathering a posse might. "Secure your shiott. We're heading back to Kulmyk and we ain't on no frailing rescue mission."
Yul paused. "When were you gonna tell me?"
"I just did."
36 comments:
I'm not sure which I'm enjoying more...
your story line or the gorgeous pics that go along with it.
Thank you Real. I have some readers that only visit for the images, others for the story, and some for both. I'm just glad to have you along for the ride. Rides are always more fun with someone else along. :-)
Wow thats really wonderful..This site is very beautiful!
-Venkat
venkateshsboa.blogspot.com
do you write these stories?
-venkat
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Venkat, I write all the prose and create all the images you see within the story. Thanks for taking the time to leave a kind word. Always appreciated. :-)
"Rog dipped his head, his eyes looking as if from under a hat in the rain"
Now that's a look I really LOVE - but it has to be a hat with a peak ;]
Miladysa, I'm thinking a dark brown, worn, leatherish Indiana Jones kinda hat. :-D
Dripping with rain from the brim of course. :-D
Yow, really love you words and the images are fantastic and yet it leaves me wanting...more. I'll be baaaack. ;)
S
Sandy, a pleasure to have you along for the ride. Your kind words are most appreciated. :-)
Who knew Yul was such a praiseworthy writer, though she has certainly displayed passion and depth. Fabulous word is atavistic, coupled with naked and raw it was shiver-inducing. The whole passage was, all these desires burning like embers in her belly, it's almost a shame something else got in the way.
Not long ago a return to Kulmyk would not have come as a surprise, and now it does, :-), that's the story for you, never-ending in this respect. What information Zoe has that would lead them that way I am greatly anticipating finding out, whether it is something direct or indirect.
A special affection for Rog (as with 6-7 of the other characters admittedly), I have always had, and the scene here reminds me of when the Animus virus made it's presence known on board, as happy-go-lucky as Rog can be, he can flip right to the other side too, in short Rog is what the situation calls for and it is an admirable quality that he possesses. On the ball so to speak and bless him for it, dependable.
Full of questions with no intention of asking them, full of anticipation for when the answers might come and what they might be. Fabulous chapter, Poppet, and though I so often forget to mention the images, they are as much a part of any post as the writing silently lending meaning and understanding to word.
That'll do it...
Move over Yul *grin*
I like Rog [and his hat] ;]
Poor Yul! Ah well I guess it would be outside of Rog's character if he took the bait. Sigh.
Kate
Beautiful fractal, Tree. I'm a little lost on the story here today... Autumn Storm clearly is up on it though ! Seems like a rough time ahead...
Your stories and pics are great.
I randomly picked your blog because I was blog tagged and figured I'd pay it forward and expose myself to a few new blogs.
YOURS ROCKS.
If chose to follow, great.
List 7 famous people u have met or 7 unusual things about yourself.
Then randomly tag 7 other blogs.
If not no problem. I'm glad I played the game because I never would have discovered your blog if I hadn't.
Peace -
Kelly K
Kelly, always a pleasure to see a new visitor. I hope you find something of interest here. Thanks for the sweet sentiments. :-)
Annie, come to papa. I'll show you the way home. :-D
Kate, this might be one of the few times Rog didn't flip Yul over and frail the living daylights out of her. :-D
Sunshine, when a Hynerian gets horny, anything is possible. I wonder if she's been watching that video? :-D
Missing you more than you know. Blogging isn't the same without you my dear Sweetest One. :-)
:-D It would be tempting.
Having to wait up to and past 24 hours not knowing if there was a new chapter sitting around here has been as close to torture as blogging can get. :-D In short, glad to have my own comp up and running and things on their way back to normal in that respect. Looking forward to hearing all about 'waring'. Sweet dreams sweet heart, this chapter was an even more delightful read second time around.
Yul the writer is much more different than his public face, huh? I guess thats how it is with most of us - we can say things in writing we can never say outloud.
The last several pictures have been beautiful, Tree (I keep forgetting to comment - my job as a teacher doesn't allow me the time for internet hours I used to have). I know I should know this but what software were used to make them?
Thanks Jack. Apophysis. :-)
Oh, and Jack, I know we've covered this before--Yul is female. :-D
I'm sending a big pot of black coffee your way. How is the italian coming along?
OK. OK. Female - I just can't get Yul Brynner out of my head when I think of that name.
My Italian's done - thank God - though I dread to think what will happen if its required for Ph.D programs!
Apophysis, huh. I guess I should experiment with it a bit more.
God, I love Yul.
I love, love, LOVE her.
I lover her writing and saying, the Oh Nothing when Rog comes in.
I love it so much, Tree.
And I lover her being... on the edge of a non manipulating pout.
Oh, it's so beautiful and perfect and she is awesome. I love her.
I said I love her, yes?
Oh, and I would also like to smack some warmths with Dr. Jones...he can keep the hat ON.
*love...ha, not lover.
Though, I wouldn't mind gettin' down with Yul either.
I must want to get down with Yul so bad I made the same typo twice!
I think Yul swings both ways. Care to join me? I think I know where we can find her. :-D
OH MY GAWD!
YES!
YES! YES! YES!
If I wasn't in a public place, my pants would be down too.
:-D
Strumper, please tell me you like public places, especially parks in spring and restaurants with long skirts and covey booths. :-D
Mr. Tree,
You have no idea.
I wish you could see me smiling now. My cheeks are hurting. :-D
Oh the intrigue...
Deb, it is only beginning. :-D
and taste the fruit of your labor as sincere as the salt in ocean spray; that is a very unique metaphor " as sincere as salt in ocean spary" I love that...
I noticed that your love scenes are very original and with so many of them around, I still do not find a repetition anywhere. That is a very prolific mind, yours :)
Ok I am off. I will return for the rest. One can't have too many here and yet& my mundane duties beckon :)
Mona, writing of sex without being repetitive is a monumental challenge, one I enjoy maybe more than I should--LOL. The prose becomes a balancing act between the divine and the profane without letting one sully the other and thus elevating both as one might raise both hands to show justice.
I did kinda like that metaphor of ocean salt being sincere, to mimic the salt from sweat, one induced in the throes of one breathing out such that the other can breath them in. :-D
....and I wonder...
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