Saturday, February 19, 2011

Tarot Spread for Today...

The deck used is the Necronomicon Tarot.

The three cards in this Past, Present, Future spread are: The World, The Knave of Swords, and, reversed, the Ten of Swords.

XXI The World

Technically, The World is the last of the Major Arcana, and symbolizes everything we seek to attain for our journey through life.  The World is, in fact, seen to symbolize the end of the journey, but, in this spread, it is in The Past, indicating that the querent has already enjoyed the fruits of their success.

Knave of Swords

This card usually depicts a young person who is full of life, and who is enjoying their situation.  However, in this spread, the Knave here is a thieving street urchin, which would more likely indicate none of the success shown in the previous card.  Does this indicate that this person has lost everything already? If, so, why so happy? A paradox that lends to the riddle of this spread.

Ten of Swords, Reversed

An interesting card - given my avatar! The Ten of Swords is probably the most fatal card in the deck - symbolic of disastrous results or situations. In most representations, the victim is pierced by the swords - usually not good for one's future (or complexion)! In this representation, the victim is about to be beheaded - again, not usually good for one's future activities - unless you are destined to continue the struggle from beyond the grave! However, this card is reversed, which, in this case, somewhat mutes its negative aspect. Maybe there is some hope, however slim, after all.

This querent has enjoyed success and fidelity in their past, and, even now, whilst either having apparently lost everything, or had those prior gains nullified by what is to come, still has that positive outlook that brought them their sucesses. However, they now have a long, tortuous struggle ahead of them - a major loss, a virulent or malignant illness - that will take them all of their will and strength to overcome.

I wish them luck!


Every Night Erotica - My Top Ten

For those who don't know, I've had a few stories published on the Every Night Erotica web magazine. ENE publishes a short (2000 words or less) erotic story every night, and is a wonderful place for budding authors to test their skills, and for established luminaries to share some of their shorter pieces.

All in all, for me, ENE has been a wonderful experience, and I want to take this opportunity to showcase some of the stories over the last 9 months that I have found very interesting, stimulating, and very well written.

Nothing but a necklace by Rawiya

Rawiya's work is always subtle and beautiful, giving the mind more to work with than imagery alone.

The Dream by PassionFlwr74

This story echoes one of my own very closely, but the imagery is so fulfilling I enjoy revisiting both tales.

Indoor Sports by Rachael LeFavre

Wonderful, gentle, sensuous, building to earth-moving pleasure. Rachael's descriptive skills build the anticipation and indulgence to a wonderful crescendo.

Shaving Lily by Rebecca Bond

This is one of the latest offerings by Rebecca Bond, and is a delightfully playful romp with a sensual twist.

One last train home by Giselle Renarde

Haven't you ever sat alone on the last train home, wishing that something more than glances would happen between you and some guy or girl who has caught your eye? Giselle takes that next step, and gives us a delicious insight to what could happen if you only...

Under the full moon by Peter Baltensperger

Peter's moonlit vision is very stimulating and sexy, bringing a lot of sensuality into an exquisitely detailed narrative.

Cavanaugh's Ridge by Jeremy Edwards

An object of desire becomes an obsession that leads to a resourceful and fulfilling resolution.  Well told, with wonderful, aching anticipation that makes the end result so much more satisfying.

I Awoke by Lucy Felthouse

So sweet! So sexy! So naughty! But, oh, so Nice!
I had difficulty selecting this from Lucy's other story on ENE, as that deserves an honourable mention, too!

Geek Goddess by Donnie Magazino

A playful revisitation of those prepubescent dreams where handsome or pretty teachers or, as in this case, librarians became objects of desire. The authoritarian has always been an object of sexual liberation, and Donnie's story echoes those fantasies.

Off the clock by Nickie Asher

If there's a way to ensure your next promotion, then a satisfying bout of horse-play with the boss's daughter is a very hot contender.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I did/do, and, remember, there's a new one every night, and a backlist of hundreds more. So, have fun...


Saturday, February 5, 2011

Snippet Saturday - Winter Wonderland

Here's an extract from a tale within a tale.  A Mill Hill Valentine is part of one of the threads that flow through my *novel* Parallel Lives.

A Mill Hill Valentine
Copyright © 2010 by Ashen White

Jay luxuriated in the steaming water, settling down for a long soak.  Usually he’d lay there until the water got cold, often falling asleep or just day-dreaming.  The best thing about this apartment was the deep, long bathtub, and Jay liked to bathe as often as possible.  “Showers are ok, but you can’t beat a good hot bath!”
He was just starting to doze off when the doorbell rang.
“Shit!” he thought.  He wasn’t expecting anyone, in fact, he had had hardly any visitors, and certainly no unplanned visits, since he’d taken over the apartment almost four months earlier.  “Maybe they’ll go away if I just ignore them.”
That worked for about two minutes, when the doorbell rang again, a few times.
“Damn,” he thought.  He stood up and tried looking through the frosted glass and along the side of the ground floor apartment to the front door, but all he could see was a dark shadow standing in the doorway.  “Shit!” he thought again.  The last thing he wanted was to waste the hot bath water, not that he was paying the electricity bills!
The doorbell rang again, insistently, followed by a knock on the glass front door.  Here was the dilemma: Jay had walked naked from his bedroom into the bathroom, and his house coat was still in the bedroom.  He would have to walk, or sneak, past the hallway leading to the front door to get his coat from the bedroom, and the front door was all glass – albeit frosted!
“Darn it,” he sighed one last time, giving up his vision of a nice long bath, and, stepping out of the water, he grabbed a towel and gave himself a perfunctory dry.  Then he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the bedroom, just as another ring and knock came at the door.
“Just a minute,” he called, as he slipped past the hallway and into the bedroom.  There he quickly pulled on his dressing gown, ran his hands through his wet hair to flatten it down, and headed for the front door.
“I must look like a fucking lobster,” he mused to himself.  The dark shadow through the frosted glass of the front door stood and watched him approach, resting on an extended arm that leant on the door frame, right next to the bell push.  Dressed only in his house coat, Jay opened the front door, letting in a cold blast of wintry February air.  In front of him stood a tall, dark haired woman, wrapped in a long, heavy, dark fur coat.  Jay looked at her thin, pointed face, estimating her age to be somewhere in the mid-to-late 40’s.  Her cool blue eyes looked him up and down, then bored into his steel-grey eyes.
“Are you Jay, the new manager at Mill Hill?” she asked, her voice deep and melodious, with a hint of a Devonian accent.
“I am,” Jay responded.  Before he could continue, the woman stepped over the threshold of the door, forcing him to take a step backwards, and threw an angry question at him.
“Then I want to know who the hell you think you are?”  Jay stood there, dumbfounded.
“Sorry, but, what?” he asked, stupidly.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she asked again, angrily.  “Letting my husband sit at your bar, night after night, getting so drunk he can barely walk home!  What kind of barman are you, that does that?”
“I’m sorry,” Jay stammered again.  “Who are you, and…”
“I am Frances, Harry Sloan’s wife,” she replied haughtily.  Jay knew very well who Harry was – an older, wizened little guy, barely 5 feet of skin and bone, who sat in the corner of the bar every night, and at every daytime session over the weekend, getting absolutely rotten drunk.  He was an habitual drinker, rather than an alcoholic, who drank himself blotto at every session for reasons known only to himself.
“Do you think, letting him get rat-arsed every night like that does anything for his family?  What kind of life is that?”
“I’m sorry,” Jay said, yet again.  “I am really not responsible for the state Harry gets himself into every night.  It’s a club, and unless the committee bans him or takes away his membership, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.”
“What do you mean, can’t stop him.”  She stepped further into the hallway, forcing Jay to take another step backwards.  “You’re the one who pours his drinks and takes his money – you and your barmaids.  Tell him to slow down, drink less, go home!”
Jay reflected over her suggestions, discounting them one by one.  “I can’t do that,” he said.  “I’d get into trouble if I did that.  He’d complain that I was interfering with his drinking!”
“Interfering with his drinking,” she mimicked.  “So,” she said, stepping further into the hallway, turning and closing the door, then turning to face Jay again, “what am I supposed to do about this?”  Emphasizing the last word, she took a step back away from the bemused man, and opened wide the fur coat she was wearing, exposing a completely naked body beneath!
Jay stood there in utter amazement, ogling at the spectacle before him.  Frances had good sized breasts, just starting to sag with age, and with dark maroon aureoles and nipples.  From his chats with Harry, Jay knew she had had at least two children, but her stomach was flat, showing only the slightest of paunches, that lead down to a thick, curly thatch of dark pubic hair, slightly flecked with grey, nicely shaped to her bikini line.  Beneath this, Jay could just make out the folds of her vulva, her thin, purple labia peeking out.  Despite the fur coat, during her walk to Jay’s apartment, the bitter winter wind had broken through the protection the fur provided, teasing her nakedness and stiffening her nipples, and she had goose bumps all over her body.  The audacity of the walk had thrilled her intensely, and, coupled with the risk of being discovered and the intentions behind her visit, had given her an inner warmth the cold could not extinguish.
“And what, in particular,” she continued, pointing at her crotch, “am I supposed to do about this?”  She glared at him, demanding an answer.  Standing almost naked, fully exposed in front of this total stranger sent a wave of sexual excitement pulsing throughout her body and deep into her womb, stimulating her sexual juices.  She studied his face carefully, judging his reaction to the sight of her nudity, and was pleased by what she read there.  Far from any signs of alarm or disgust, the brat, or so she thought of him, being more than twice his age, was actually interested in what he was seeing.
Now Jay may not have been the quickest guy on the up take when it came to women – he’d certainly made some significant errors in judgment during his first 23 years – but when a woman appears out of nowhere almost naked in front of you, demanding answers to questions regarding her sex equipment, then he kind of figured that anything was fair game.
“Well?” Frances demanded, tapping her crotch with her long, extended index finger.
“Uh-huh,” Jay started, already feeling stirrings in his groin.  “I think this needs to be examined a little further, if that’s ok with you, Frances?  Shall we go into here,” he pointed to the bedroom, “rather than investigate in the hallway?”
“Lead on, McDuff,” Frances replied sarcastically.
Fortunately, Jay always kept the flat, and especially the bedrooms, clean and tidy, just in case he had the good fortune to enjoy some intimate moments with members of the opposite sex.  That hadn’t happened since he had come down to London from the north-east of England, but he had a feeling that that was about to change.  Words of wisdom his father had imparted to him ran through his head as he lead Frances into the purple bedroom.  “Never miss a slice off a cut loaf, son.”
The only signs of disarray in the room were the rumpled clothes on the bed that Jay had recently vacated.  Jay kept the heavy curtains closed permanently, to prevent prying eyes from looking into his ground floor windows.  Frances looked around the room, surveying the basic furnishings, then kicked off her shoes and dropped her coat to the floor, standing fully naked in front of Jay.
“I think you’re wearing too much,” she said, matter of factly.  Jay loosened the belt on his house-coat, and dropped it to the floor.  Anticipation and imagination had already given him a substantial erection, which Frances inspected carefully.  “My, my, we are a big boy, aren’t we,” she said, anticipation adding to the heat in her womb.  She looked him up and down, taking in the muscular shoulders and taught stomach, the cut of muscles in his arms and thighs, the tidiness of his pubic hair.  Then she looked him in the eyes, wetness starting to seep from her pussy lips, and said, “you said you wanted to examine something?”

Hope you liked it!