Intoxyc8me's blog: "Short Stories"

Lost Love by LateNiteFantasy© The fire roars in the fireplace like a tamed lion. Throwing shadows on the walls, the floor, and everything else. The fire being the only light source gave great warmth to the lovers on the floor. They lay on top of a warm thick blanket with clouds on it against the blue sky. The fire began a concert on the lovers, throwing shadows on them and watching the shadows dance. The primal animalistic grunts and sounds coming from the lovers gave the place a jungle feeling. The man on top thrusting himself forward and backwards with the rhythm of his lover on the bottom, both thrusting as the other pulled out. He held her hands on the top of her head with one hand and while his other hand moved up and down her body. She stood their speechless, waiting to scream. But she bit her lip as she felt him inside of her, she couldn't believe how good he was. The way he moved with her as if he knew her mind and what she thought. They had been friends until this stormy night, but will they still be friends? That thought ran into her mind but only a brief second as they came together. She didn't care no longer, the only thing that mattered was that this night. He released her hands and she ran them down his back and gripped his tight ass. He was a mountain of a man, very strong in many places. He had been very scary to her until she found the beauty in the beast. Ever since that day, the day her grandmother had died he had been there for her. They had gone to the Rave and she didn't feel like dancing. He knew that she was down and so he went to the DJ to play a song for her. He had asked the DJ to play a country song called "I'm Rosemary Granddaughter." Her grandmother was named Rosemary and she had loved her with everything she had, her death took a great toll her on. The song slowly played and she heard her grandmother name and looked up to see people parting like the Red Sea and there stood her friend like Moses. He slowly drew his hand to her and she grabbed it, she felt so safe in his hands. They both slowly danced to the song as it played and the DJ played slow songs for the rest of the night, she was at peace as he held her. That had been a few days ago and with the storm trapping them at her house, she knew it was the right moment to transform their relationship into the love she knew that was there. He hadn't said anything as she leaned into kiss him. It was as if he wanted this too. She had gone to get the blanket that her grandmother had given her to keep her warm and he went to light the fire. The room light up as she came and he stood their watching. She had slowly removed her shirt and he had unbuttoned his, they stood their. He gently run his hand down her face and as his hand came to her face, she kissed the palm and looked at him. It was her turn to make the move and she did, kissing him on his lips. So soft and sweet they were, he never wanted to stop kissing her. She felt his smooth skin on hers and knew he had shaven that morning, "Had he known about this?" That thought like all the others didn't matter when he slide off her pants. He stood up, took his shirt off in front of her, they both were in their underwear. She took off her bra and her panties as he took of his boxer. They sat there naked, it was not their first time, but it was their first time with each other. They had been friends for ages and now this unknown territory they were heading into. She was thinking about pulling out, but when he reached into her hair and kissed her on the neck, life ended at that moment for both of them. The sound of the fire and the hell that the storm brought no longer mattered, nothing did. He laid her down and she was about to speak, but he simple brought his finger to her lip, "Shhhhh." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt him inside of her. He went slow at first and then found a rhythm that both pleased them. He tasted her skin and she smelled his body, they both were perfect. Their body exploded as one in pure ecstasy, pure love for each other. He leaned in as he thrust himself into her and with a kiss from him to her, they exploded one more time. The thunder echoed into the night sky as the lighting lit up the sky. The rain began to pure heavy into the house and the wind blew down the chimney, almost blowing out the fire. The fire flicked onto his body, but he didn't care about the pain, he only felt pleasure at the moment, many times over. She felt the fire burn into his skin on his back and looked into his eye as he looked back. He blinked and paused, he was waiting for her and she replied by taking him in closer. With each moment of pure pleasure they felt their love grow into more then what they had before. They had surrender their body and soul to each other, no God or Devil could destroy what they had that night. She could feel his gentle touch on her face...But that had happened ages ago and now she was alone in her house, her cold and silent house. The fire had blown out and he had gone to lit it once again. When he had came back she was dressing herself, he stood their with a look of puzzlement. She had told him that it was a mistake and that it was over. That was not the reason, she was scared of what was developing between them. She never had any guy look at her and feel the way he felt for her, she was scared of destroying this...this...new love between them. He tried to reason with her, but she wanted him out of the house. He slowly put on his pant and boots and as he looked at her, she looked away. The fire rose with huge flames and almost burned down the living room. He looked at her and she could see from the mirror hanging on the wall that there was a tear down his eye. He wiped it away and opened the door, with one last look into at her, he left. She turned with tears dropping to the floor, her heart was crashed, but not by a boy, but because of her own fear. She saw him turn the lights on for his truck and started the engine. He backed out and she watched him exit the driveway. Her love became more powerful then anything that could keep her there and she opened the door and ran into the street. The lighting cracked and the thunder shook the earth and the rain poured flooded the world. She screamed at the top of her lungs for him to come back, but he drove off. The years passed and she had met someone and they had kids. But the man she married was not the man she truly loved. See, he never came back after that night nor was ever heard from again. They had found his truck a few miles from his house and with footprints leading to the ocean, he was a fisherman and the ocean was his second love. Some say that he killed himself while others say that he was swept into the ocean by the huge tides that crashed into the land that night. Those were only stories to her, she knew the truth. She had crashed his heart along with her hers, but he was the one that paid the price. So the years passed and she had gotten married and had children. The years had passed and her husband had died a few years ago. Her daughter lived with her in the same house that she had grown up in and the same house that she had never made love in. He was the only man she ever loved, anything else was just sex to her. As the years passed on she looked out at the same window she watched him drive off, the same window that oversaw the ocean. And every time someone would ask why she did that she would reply, "I'm watching for the man I love to come and take me away." Never knowing she did not mean her husband, but the man that she killed... The End.

The Lone Stranger! by LateNiteFantasy© The late August afternoon's heat was blistering as the Western sun made it's inevitable way to the horizon. There was an old rambling shack called the Mooney Hotel, at an angle across the street from the town's corral. A full-length porch stretched from one side to the other, across the full length of the hotel. Two old timers were seated side-by-side on some old cane-bottom chairs decorating the front of Mooney's. One old timer, scruffy looking with a grey tobacco-stained beard and moustache, leaned forward long enough to squirt a stream of brown tobacco juice with a dead eyed aim at a brown lizzard, just as the critter opened its mouth to flick it's tongue at a slow moving horse fly. Needless to say, the lizzard was quite shocked and unprepared for the sudden influx of burning liquid. The poor critter rose straight up into the air with a suddenness that would have made a Mississippi bullfrog green with envy! It did a triple back flip and touched ground with its legs churning so fast and hard, an instant puff of dust completely obliterated it. When the dust finally settled back down, there was only a groove on the ground showing where the lizzard had scurried under the porch the two old-timers were sitting on. Old Zeb, the tobacco chewer gave a loud snort, grinned with delighted satisfaction, and settled back in his chair with a series of side-splitting guffaws. The other old man sitting on the porch was slapping his legs and laughing so hard his face was turning red. "Wal I never! Lord! Whut'd yuh do that fer Zeb? That poor lizzard ain't never gonna be the same! Naw Sirree!" Zeb chuckled at his friend. "Guess thet old lizzard ain't too partial to some side seasonin' with his meat, is he? Hells bells! He plumb missed that old hossfly, and he was movin' plumb slow too!" Brownie, wiping the tears from his eyes chuckled too, "That's a sure nuff fact! He did indeed miss that old fly!" He gave another loud snorting laugh as he continued with, "Sure did clear that dadblasted hossfly though, didn't he? I reckon that old lizzard jumped at least a good three feet in the air! Bet that old hossfly never seed nothin' like that before!" Zeb grinned over at his friend. "Guess yore right Brownie. And speakin' of strange sights, whut ya make a them two scuzzy lookin' yahoos over at the corral? I swear thet big ugly lookin' hairy-faced faced brute looks kind a familiar, don't he?" Brownie, after wiping his eyes clear again, looked across and answered with "Yep! He's shore nuff a Stranger in town. He do look kind a familiar now you mention it. I heared him call that scrawny injun side-kick a his Pronto. What a ya make a that?" "Not a whole Hell of a lot!" Zeb spat again and went on. "You know anythin' else intrestin' about that pair?" Brownie squinted his eyes and scratched at an ear as he thought. "Wal, I heard that fool injun call that burro he's forkin' hay to Scoot! That's an awful funny name fer one a them beasts, but," Brownie chuckled at his sudden recollection, "I has to say that little critter can shore 'nuff move when he's a mind to! I seed old man Wheeler's dog take out after him the other day, and that burro leaped clean plumb out a sight in three hops! That poor dog looked bout as disco-ambulated and puzzled, as I ever seed in my life!" "Wal? What 'bout that big ugly hairy-faced galloot? Ain't ya learned nothin' bout that stranger?" Brownie gave the big hairy-faced stranger an amused look. "Yep! Learned he ain't too partial to wood! He can cuss pretty damn good too!" "Why you sayin' that?" Zeb glanced over at the two men as they began getting ready to travel. "It was like this Zeb." Brownie spat a stream of tobacco juice at a beetle scuttling across the road but missed, "The other evenin', I was whittlin' over by the corral when that ugly hairy-faced galloot rode in on that pie-bald brown homely, floppy eared mule of his, an I noticed him a pullin' splinters outa his arms, legs an backside and a callin' that mule every ornery name I ever heared, an some I never even heared before! Neither!" Brownie said admiringly, "And I heared one other name! When that stranger got done cussin' that mule out he called him Splinter!" Zeb's eyes opened wide as he looked over at the two men, watching them mounting their steeds. "Do ya reckon?" Brownie watched also, and murmurred a low "I don't know. I jest don't know, but maybe, jest maybe?" They heard the injun calling to his burro as he kicked at the little donkey with his heels. "Gittum up Scoot! Gittum up Scoot!" Old Zeb's eyes got evem wider, amd a little watery, as he watched the big ugly hairy-faced stranger climbing onto his homely pie-faced brown and floppy eared ugly mule. "I never thought I'd ever see that fellar. I jest cain't believe?" The both of them watched the big ugly mule slam his rider's leg against the corral's rail, and heard the big stranger cuss and beat at the mule to get him away from the splintering wood. "Consarnned mealy brained son of a bitch! Git away from that wood rail!" Zeb breathed out a real slow wondering breath of awe, "I really think that there furry-faced fellar is the, he's really and trooly the, I swan he's gotta be the!" As Zeb and Brownie both marveled and breathed out a gush of pent up air simultaneously, "He's the Lone Stranger!" they heard a fading screech of, "Hi Ho Splinter! Keep away from that there Pine tree ya mean-assed varmint for I wallop ya one!" The End!