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If I knew Henry the Eighth

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If I knew Henry VIII I doubt he would find me impressive

He would wonder why my hair was so short and all different colours

He would enquire as to why I am 25 years old and unmarried

He would assume that I am barren as I have no children

The piercings?  “Why that ring through your nose is an adornment for cattle young lady”

At dinner, when I refuse to eat all the animals in the uk and send back the dairy he will undoubtedly accuse me of being an ungrateful little madam with no appreciation for the feast he had prepared

The post dinner entertainment would be more akin to a presidential debate or a fist fight. No doubt, I would argue my opinion ferociously and his majesty would have a heart attack at my shocking insolence and sheer cheek.

Yes. I think he’d rather like having me around ;P

(seems the times havent quite changed as much as we like to think)

Little notes in library books VIII

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Little notes in library books VIII

A word to the wise

The strong man is never as expected

The weaker may surprise

Not arms nor legs nor shoulders defined

Not a strong brow or piercing eyes

Strength has not a physical form

It sits deep within the chest

Its doing your best, trying against all odds

He who is strong is unafraid to love

to laugh, to cry, to play, to work

He takes it in his stride, quietly being solid

He may not be the loudest or the daredevil

he may be the carer, the supporter, the safety of home

But he is strong, he is always true to himself

He is everything to those he loves and they him.

Yes, physicality is also strength

but don’t discount all others

you may find you have missed gold while mining for iron

The directors dinner Part III

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The directors dinner Part III

Suddenly, a loud crash and clatter thundered from the projection room at the back of the cinema.

“FUCKING REELS!”

There was a crash of metal then “OUCH… where is that film?” More clattering and crashing sounds echoed through the room before Jasmine heard Kai’s muffled voice again: “BINGO! Right, that goes on there and then that bit goes onto there…flick the switch and, TAH DAH!”

The lights dimmed the screen came to life. The title Casablanca appeared on the screen in huge letters behind Jasmine. She waited a moment, looking up at the projection room and wondering if her fiancé was now lost under a sea of film cans. Eventually, the little door opened and Kai appeared looking rather flustered. His hair was now crumpled, his tie loosened and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Jasmine giggled at the sorry sight.

“Have fun, did you?” she joked.

“Err, yeah… I guess I’m not very good with the with the filing system in there,” he blushed “I found it though, Casablanca. For you, my love.” He motioned towards the screen in a very Bill and Ted kind of way.

Bounding over to Jasmine, he joined her on the picnic blanket. Jasmine picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the thick cream and held it up for Kai who leant forward and took a bite.

“This is all so wonderful. Thank you,” she absentmindedly wiped a spot of cream from the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I figured you would get bored at this event, but I was stoked that you agreed to come and support me, so I arranged to have this all ready for you. It’s the least I could do for you after having to endure my speech.” He looked down at the blanket and picked at a loose thread.

“Your speeches are never boring.”

Jasmine cupped his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. She found it odd kissing him when he had a beard, but she didn’t mind the bristles tickling her face too much.

He rose to his knees so that he could lean in closer towards her. She draped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair as he took of his jacket and waistcoat. His mouth continued exploring hers before moving down her neck to her shoulder. He reached around and expertly unzipped her dress with one hand. As he pulled the dress down to her waist, his hands cupped and caressed her breasts before he trailed kisses back up to her mouth.

Jasmine moved her hands down from his hair to his chest where she located and undid the buttons of his shirt before pulling it down his arms. He swiftly took off his cufflinks and pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. Kai gripped Jasmine’s thighs, pulling her legs either side of him, hitching up the long silver material.

He looked deep into her eyes as if asking permission. As she smiled back at him, he lowered her back until she was lying out on the blanket. He kissed her again, this time more passionately but still tender and lovingly.

Jasmine moved her hands down to the fly of his trousers and pulled down the zipper. Kai progressed slowly and gently inside her, moving like waves onto the sand on a calm summer’s day. Under the projection of the film, Jasmine and Kai tenderly made love to one another as though it was the first time. Only on that perfect night, did they both feel the magnitude of their growing love for each other.

As the film flicked around on the wheel creating a fluttering light in the darkness, Jasmine and Kai lay on the blanket together; holding hands before both falling asleep.

 

The Directors dinner Part II

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The Directors dinner Part II

The dinner at the director’s house was a bore.

Jasmine looked around the grand marquee in the vast grounds of the mansion. It had been decorated with beautiful twinkling lights and swathes of material arranged from the roof. She looked at the people on her table; vacuous blonde models draped over old men with high blood pressure, who’s attraction lay solely in their bulging wallets and healthy bank balance.

Kai had left her at the table and gone to speak to Mr. Big-Shot-Director and his buddies. Jasmine was not interested in getting to know them. She had hated all his movies and found him to be a complete buffoon.

As she watched her beau converse enthusiastically with Mr. Big-Shot and his cronies, she turned her head away to the table and let out a loud, long yawn. The blonde with the sequined gold gown and no chest glowered at her. The other blondes then joined in, glaring, frowning and tutting. Jasmine felt like a naughty child that had interrupted a school assembly. She turned her head back to where Kai had been standing.

He wasn’t there.

Suddenly, she felt his warm hand touch her shoulder.

“This isn’t really your style is it?” He looked down at Jasmine as she turned her body round in her chair to face him. Leaning down towards her ear he whispered: “Truthfully, it’s not mine either.”

Mr. Big-Shot walked over and patted Kai on the back. As Kai stood up, the director handed him a key. He smiled, winked and then walked away.

“Thanks buddy,” Kai called after him, receiving a ‘no problem’ wave in return.

“What was that all about?” Jasmine enquired suspiciously.

“Oh, he just owes me a favour and I’m calling it in.” Kai picked Jasmine’s purse up from the table “Come on, let’s go.”

“What? We cant. You’re the guest of honour,” Jasmine responded. “ Anyway, what favour? How are you ‘calling it in’? What are you up to Kai Charles Evans?”

Ever the gentleman, Kai took her hand and helped her up out of her chair.

“Just trust me Jasmine Saffron Heart,” he grinned, making a point to enunciate each letter. Much to the disfavor of the on looking models, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

He picked up her shawl and handed it, along with the purse to Jasmine. Entwining his long fingers between hers, Kai led her out of the marquee. Instead of making his way down the side of the great house towards the car, he went to the tall patio doors, slid them open and helped her up the step.

“Now, I need a blindfold,” he said, sounding like a man on a mission. “Gimme that.” He nodded towards Jasmine’s hand.

“Why?” Jasmine queried, sounding worried. Kai took the shawl from her hand. “What are you going to do?” She was sure they where not allowed to be in this part of the estate and felt like an intruder in the grand mansion.

“I told you,” Kai said as he folded the shawl to half its width. “It’s nothing bad. Just humour me, will ya!”

He blindfolded her, taking care not to flatten her curls. A sudden surge of electricity shot through Jasmine as his hand brushed the back of her neck. Goosebumps covered her arms. Standing in front of her, taking hold of both her hands, he guided her forward. Before long, he placed his hands on her hips and turned her to her left.

As he moved to stand in front of her, Jasmine could smell Hugo Boss Man radiating from his skin. She threw her arms around his neck and nuzzled closer, breathing in his masculine scent. His beard tickled her face as she trailed soft kisses up to his ear. Kai turned his face to her and brushed his lips sensually across hers. Then, he stepped away. Once again he grasped her hands and continued to walk, stopping her at a set of steps.

“There are a couple of steps here, Angel. But don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He proceeded to escort her down the steep stairs. “That’s it, slowly… only a few more steps to go.”

When they reached the foot of the stairs, Kai stood Jasmine in front of a set of heavy double doors. She lifted her hands to remove the improvised blindfold, but her fiancé took her hands before she could remove the shawl.

“Not yet. Wait until we get in,” he said, now sounding excited and very pleased with himself. “Wait there.”

He took the key from his pocket, turned it in the lock and opened the door. He moved around to stand behind Jasmine before leading her onward an additional four steps. He closed and locked the doors behind them leaving the key in the lock. Slowly and carefully, he untied the blindfold.

As Jasmine’s eyes adjusted to the light she noticed that the dark ceiling was covered in low-lit spotlights. She looked down to find several rows of dark leather seats with cup holders in the arm of each one. As she turned to the front of the room her jaw dropped. There was a low, black stage in front of an immense cinema screen. She had to admit to herself, Mr. Big-Shot had good taste. The home cinema was the most impressive Jasmine had ever seen.

Kai ran enthusiastically to the stage and waved to Jasmine to join him. He then moved around to the back of the screen and returned with a red and white picnic blanket and a whicker hamper in his arms.

“So this is what you were plotting!” Jasmine exclaimed as Kai laid the blanket out and placed the hamper next to it. He helped her on to the blanket and poured her a flute of champagne.

“Make yourself cozy. I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, backing away towards the rear of the cinema. He stopped for a moment and turned to face her.

“Oh, by the way, what’s your favourite old film again?” He asked, cocking his head cutely to the side like an inquisitive pup.

“Err, I don’t know… Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Jasmine answered.

“Really? Isn’t there anything else?” Kai complained as he scrunched up his face disapprovingly.

“You asked me what my favourite film was!” Jasmine shrugged. “What about Casablanca?” She took a sip of her champagne, it was cool and refreshing and the bubbles fizzed all the way down her throat.

“That’s much better,” Kai beamed as he turned back and disappeared through a little door at the back of the room.

Tucking her legs to one side, Jasmine leant over to the picnic basket and opened the lid. Inside there were little Tupperware pots containing strawberries, cream, and a Caesar salad. There was also a large box of Belgian chocolates. She took out the pot of ruby red strawberries and the container of cream. Grabbing one that looked big and juicy, Jasmine coated the tip in the cream and took a bite. It tasted heavenly.

The boy done good! She thought to herself.

Russia With Love

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The lights flickered as the storm threatened to cut out the electricity, I hadn’t even wanted to go to Russia, and hated the little town we were staying in. Sebastian had wanted to give me the proper Eastern Europe small town stay experience, and he had succeeded. The temperature was below freezing and the doorway to the little cottage was blocked with snow. Great! We can’t even get out to find a hotel! 

I sipped at my glass of wine while huddled on the giant sofa wrapped in the biggest, fluffiest blanket I could find in the little airing cupboard next to the bedroom. There was an open fire that the housekeeper had lit for us before she had left, which I kept constantly fed. Though it was making little difference against the chill in the dark stonewalled rooms.

I was pissed off with Sebastian, and I wanted him to know it. I just wanted to stay at home and maybe go out on a few day trips, or go out eating and to a couple of bars. Not doss it in a shack in the middle of Russia, we had been to a few countries already and now I was getting a little bored, I was expecting a little bad weather, given where we were travelling to; but this was ridiculous!

‘You’re pissed with me?’ he strolled over to me. I said nothing, just continued to drink, ‘I can’t control the weather, my princess’ I detected a little mockery in his voice; this really riled me. How fucking dare he? I’m freezing my tits off here! I warned that douche bag that the weather was going to be a shit!

‘I did not ask you to control the weather Sebastian, I gave you a printout of what the weather was predicted to be like, and it did say that there would be snowstorms.’ I felt a spike of anger prickle up my neck but the wine was beginning to kick in and it soon dissipated to a warm alcoholic tingle.

He looked down at me; I looked pathetic in my fluffy blanket and thick socks. His usual comforting sweet smile returned to his face. ‘Yeah, you did didn’t you. You think of all those important details’ he took a seat next to me and pulled me close to him, wrapping my blanket around himself as well. ‘That’s one of the things I love about you’ he kissed me lightly on the forehead.

There it was; he did it again, instant forgiveness. He always knew how to completely melt my heart, but I wasn’t going to let him know that he was forgiven just yet. ‘One of the things?’ Go on smart boy list them!

‘Yes, one of the many things I love about you. Now stop pouting, I know you’ve forgiven me already. I can read that mind of yours. Almost as well as I can read your body.’ He ran his hand up my thigh; my skin tingled under his lingering fingers.

Resist you idiot! You’re supposed to be sulking remember! What is it about wine that makes me so easy to get in the mood? Oh yeah, the alcohol, and the fact that my man is teasingly close to my warm spot!

I had to give in; he looked so good in his red check shirt with flannel top underneath like a naughty John Bender from The Breakfast Club. His jeans were tight, outlining his ample goods within. I felt him staring as I looked down towards his manhood.

‘And what is my body saying at the moment?’ I raised my eyes to meet his.

‘That you want me to play you like a piano, which as you know, I am well adept at playing, fast or slow’ he shot a cheeky smile and winked at me. Show off!

‘You think a lot of yourself. I hope you can live up to all that bragging’ I swallowed the last mouthful of my wine, it smelled sweet and fruity, like a warm summers day; a stark contrast to the bleak surroundings I found myself in.

‘Oh you know I can babe’ Sebastian leaned forward and took the empty glass from my hand before throwing it into the fireplace. He took my face in his hands as his lightly callused pianists fingers traced my bottom lip. Looking deep into my eyes, he moved in to kiss me. I returned the affection, running my fingers through his light brown scruffy hair and pressing his lips hard to mine.

Feeling me responding to his kiss, he trailed his fingers down my neck, nimbly unbuttoning my shirt as he did. Turning his attention to my breasts, he sucked and nibbled my right nipple sending bullets of pleasure shooting down my body to my sex. With his right hand he worked on my left nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and playing until it was rock hard.

‘Oh’ the sound escaped my lips as he made his way further down my torso, kissing and sucking as he came to rest just above my jeans. After unbuttoning the top of them he teasingly licked along the line of my pink lace thong. My body delighted in the warm soft texture of his tongue but wanted more. Come on Sebastian, if you can read my body and mind then you should know that I want you to hurry up and unzip!

Almost as if he heard my thoughts he obliged, skillfully removing my underwear as he pulled down my jeans and flung them over the back of the sofa.

Before I could take a breath, he had lowered his head deep between my thighs, hungrily licking and sucking at my most intimate parts. The feeling was amazing as his expert tongue worked on me in ways I could never achieve on my own. ‘I want you’ whispering vapour into the cold air, I tugged at his hair and he lifted his head.

Staring into his eyes I gave him a nod of permission. I heard the zip of his jeans as he undid them and set free his aching erection. As he guided himself inside me, I tugged at his shirt, removing it as fast as I could to get to the flannel top beneath. Lifting his flannel shirt off over his head, I exposed Sebastian’s chiseled torso. As he began rhythmically moving inside me, I breathed in his masculine scent, woody and clean.

We moved together, huddled under the blanket exploring each other’s bodies and physically expressing our love for one another.

I felt the heat, passion and pure pleasure rise from within my tightening walls as Sebastian’s thrusts became faster and more forceful. Taking me to the edge of ecstasy, Sebastian gave one final thrust before we both verbally exhaled our gratitude in unison. I felt my body unravel around him as he fell onto me.

We lay there for a while in total silence, side by side under the warmth of the blanket and our previous activity. ‘Well that kept us warm’ giving a sly grin, Sebastian interwove the fingers of his right hand with mine.

‘Mmm’ I replied as I nestled further into his side. Then it hit me, the realization. I gasped.

‘What, what’s the matter?’ Sebastian looked concerned as he turned onto his elbow to look at me.

I let out an uncontrollable giggle. ‘Tell me!’ he urged, now beginning to chuckle.

‘I left my fluffy socks on!’

 

The Director’s Dinner

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The Director’s Dinner

“Hun, how long are you going to be?”
Kai was waiting for his fiancée Jasmine. The Timex on his wrist ticked away, reminding him of their tardiness. The annual filmmakers dinner was starting in an hour and Kai was the guest speaker.
“Seriously babe, it starts at eight!”
Kai had been dressed and ready to go for the past half hour. As he paced up and down in the hall of the penthouse apartment, he threw a final glance at the mirror on the wall, inspecting his reflection. He was wearing a dark steel three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt, smart black shoes and a tie that matched them. He had managed to persuade Jasmine to let him keep his long, floppy locks, although she did make him trim his beard a little. He didn’t mind though. He liked that she took care of him, even if it meant that she inspected his outfits every day before he left the apartment.
After no answer, and a further twenty minute wait, Jasmine entered the hall. She was dressed in a full-length silver gown. It was a stunning satin affair with a dipped neckline. Her long, silky black hair was scooped in a shimmering diamond hair clip and came tumbling over her left shoulder in a cascade of loose curls.
Kai stood silently for a minute, taking in the beauty of the woman who was soon to be his wife. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his life.
“Well don’t just stand there gawping at me! You were moaning a minute ago, trying to hurry me up.” She picked up her shawl and purse, which matched her hair clip, and walked towards the door. “Come on then, you’re going to make us late,” she joked, before smiling cheekily at him.
He feigned shock. “Me? What about you, Miss Two-Hours-To-Get-Ready?”
Jasmine giggled and playfully poked her tongue out at him. He let out a warm chuckle in response and followed her out of the door and into the lift.
As it moved slowly down from the 32nd floor to the lobby, Jasmine stood playing with her phone. She could feel Kai watching her; the heat from his stare burned the back of her neck.
“What?” she enquired without looking back at him. “Haven’t you got anything better to do than stare at my arse?” She knew exactly what he was up to; she could practically read her fiancé’s mind.
“No, I haven’t,” he whispered. “Anyway, I was doing something else. I was imagining your back against the elevator doors and your legs wrapped around my waist.”
He reached out and placed his right hand on her hip. Still not turning to face him, Jasmine placed her hand over his, letting it linger there a moment before pulling it off her hip. She continued to type on her phone
“I don’t think so Kai. It took me hours to look like this and I don’t want to enter your friend’s mansion with a crumpled dress and just-fucked-hair.”
He sighed loudly. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. What are you doing on that phone anyway?” He peered over her right shoulder at the iPhone in her hands.
“I’m writing an email. Agnes needs a re-write of chapter seven before we submit the book.” She quickly typed the last sentence, pressed ‘send’ and then returned the phone to her purse.
“Do you ever have a day off?”
Kai stood beside her, taking hold of her hand, and kissed her sweetly on the cheek.

Sparrow

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He stared deep into my eyes. Looking straight to my soul. It was as if he could read my mind. His azure pools had now turned to deep stormclouds. As he took a long slow breath I knew he had found what I was trying desperately to hide. 

It was hard to look at Eric Gabel without becoming utterly breathless. A man barely 30 with chiselled features and slicked back hair. He was tall and slender with impeccable dress sense. My cheap pencil skirt and polyester jacket was nothing compared to his grey Savile Row three-piece which fitted every inch of his body exactly.

I twitched. “Something the matter Ms Sparrow?” smooth and precise in every syllable. 

“No. I… I’m fine” in a failed attempt to divert his attention, I began to flick through the masses of paperwork on the desk. “Mr Gabel-”

“Please” he raised his slender fingers “Eric. Mr Gabel is so formal” a smile flickered across his handsome face. His perfect lips slightly puckering. 

“Ok. Eric. There’s a lot of accounts still to go through. Perhaps you should hire a team. This will take me weeks to do by myself” I took off my glasses and set them down on the nearest pile of receipts. Eric Gable had not kept up to date books for his three businesses and now with only a month until his tax return. He had hired me through another client who had indicated that the accounts were a little messy but I was not prepared for the piles that covered the heavy oak desk. 

“Mason recommended you. You are maticulous and that’s what I need. I apologise for the state that my office is currently in. I admit I am still a little new to this and I must confess I have neglected my accounts completely” taking a step forward he lifted the corner of a wine invoice on the desk. The clean, masculine scent of his expensive cologne filled my head and made me feel giddy like a school girl.

“Ms Sparrow. I am prepared to provide room and board for you here until you have prepared my accounts for assessment”. Slowly, he leant over the desk inches from my face, maintaining that immobilising stare. “Are you afraid of me Ms Sparrow?”

“No. Of course not Mr Gabel. Um. Eric” I was, in fact, afraid that I may become completely unprofessional and fall head over heels for this handsome entrapeneur. Although I could not deny that something about his cool, controlled nature made me a little uncomfortable at times. An awkward silence filled the office at the big house as the sun began to set; lighting Eric’s face with red. “Christine. My name is Christine. Thank you for the offer but I don’t want to impose. I will be fine taking these home a box at a time”

I began to gather together some of the invoices to pack them back into the boxes. His warm hand completely captured mine. I raised my eyes to meet his, our lips were now barely millimetres apart.

“You are no imposition. Will you stay with me Christine?” His eyes were now moving frantically between mine and my mouth. I could not stop my body responding to his quivering breaths. My heart was now pounding so hard I could hear it I. A was sure he could too.

“Yes.”

Ding, ding , ding. The clock in the hall chimed 8pm. Eric turned his head towards it. “Dinner?”