tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82127915934350273092024-03-14T05:18:55.585+00:00 Author Naomi ShawA journey to where Erotica, Romance and Sensuality light a fire in the soulUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212791593435027309.post-58597428095161743352018-02-09T16:41:00.000+00:002018-02-09T16:41:37.168+00:00Flash Fiction Friday ~ 9 February 2018: Ebb Tide<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The table and chairs
plus the single flower had been left out, forgotten on the beach.
Just like Katy felt. Forgotten. She had hoped that this holiday would
bring the possibility of a rekindled love flame, but all they had
done was sit and talk for hours, about nothing in particular. She
felt the tide was coming in on the table, yet with their marriage it
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Strong arms reached
around her waist and gently turned Katy around, then drew her close.
As she looked up, her husband said, “Katy honey, can you ever
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Sorcha ate the sandwich
and drank her drink gratefully and quickly, almost greedily, for she
didn't realize just how in need of sustainance she was. She hadn't
had anything to eat for hours. When the cook looked over and saw her
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“Well, that seemed to
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“Thank you. I suppose
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Mrs O'Dowd called over
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Amidst moans and
groans, the two scullery maids ambled over. Both girls looked in their latter teens. The cook introduced
Sorcha to them and said, “An extra bed has been put in your room.
Sorcha is to sleep there, so please take her there now, then come
back to finish your work. She'll need to rest after her journey
before starting work tomorrow. And Sorcha, you will find your uniform
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Sorcha picked up her
bag and followed the two girls back out of the kitchen, round to the
back of the building to a small, sparse room under some stairs, next to a
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“I'm sorry about the
size of the room,” Fran said as she led her inside. “And it looks
even smaller now there's a third bed in it.” Fran was small, skinny
and had whisps of dark hair escaping from underneath her white cap.
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Beth on the other hand
was plump and had blond hair. Her accent was more northern; Sorcha
recognized it from when she first arrived in England. “Looks like
your bed needs to be made up. I'll help you. Anything to avoid the
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Sorcha said. “And don't worry about the size of the room. I'm used
to small, overcrowded rooms back in Ireland.”</div>
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Taking the book from
Sorcha, he glanced at the title and placed it on a table, along with
his cap. Moonbeams danced across and illuminated the his features.
Sorcha looked up again,worriedly. She expected a scolding, or at
worst to be dismissed from her job. In the moment that his face was
lit upShe noticed how tall and good looking he was with striking
features and still sparkling blue eyes. His hair was short and well
groomed, and he looked as though he was about to smile. Sorcha
regarded him as rather handsome and dropped her head again, rather
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"We have a
situation here don't we, Sorcha, I'm the new maid." She heard
him say in rich deep tones. "Have you any idea who I am?"
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"No Sir," she
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"I'm Reginald, or
more correctly, Officer Reginald Grantham of the Royal Navy. I'm
eldest son and heir to Grantham House, including all this. So really,
I should scold you." He smiled down at her. "Don't worry.
I'm not going to tell mad Madison about this."
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Jake grinned, moving
closer to Sonia and wrapping both arms around her body. He rolled
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""You're a very bad influence on me, I could stay here all
day with you." He leaned down and kissed her lips. "But
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The heady aroma of her perfume filled his head and started playing havoc with
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into the small of her back, and drew Sonia close up against him,
her ample breasts heaving against his chest. Then, cupping the back
of Sonia's head with the other hand, Jake tilted it slightly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">With a fiery
passion, Jake nibbled on her bottom lip and pressed his lips
against hers with short hot kisses that almost bruised her lips.
Briefly pausing, catching his breath, he carressed her bum,
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"Akiak!"
Uki, a young Inuit woman called through the forest as she searched for
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Akiak was special. The
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She discovered him
lying under a tree and knelt down on the ground directly in front of
him. Pressing her fingertips in the thick fur she looked directly
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This week my offering carries on the scene from last week which can be read <a href="http://author-naomi-shaw.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/midweek-tease-24-january-2018-locket.html">here</a>. Sorcha meets others she will be working with. Enjoy. Then please click the links to read the other teases. Remember, all comments are gratefully accepted.<br />
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“Well don't stand
there dawdling. Come inside.” Mrs Madison had a sharp tongue,
almost as severe as the long dark sombre dress with high collar that
she wore. Sorcha didn't recognize the dialect, but it was nothing like the Irish accent she knew so well. From the way she waved her arm to show Sorcha the way inside
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She gladly stepped
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cupboards were around
the walls. A large cooking range was at one wall and copper pots and
pans hung up overhead. In the centre of the room stood a large wooden
table that looked well worn. One or two maids stood, working in a
small scullery at the far end of the kitchen, busy doing washing.
They seemed happy in their work, chatting and laughing. A small plump
rosy cheeked woman in a white dress and hat, whom Sorcha took in
cook, who was preparing vegetables for a meal. Warmth and welcoming
aromas from the range filled the air and surrounded surrounded
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Mrs Madison seemed in a
hurry to get off. She look down at Sorcha saying, “Introduce
yourself to everyone here and maybe cook can find you some supper.
You'll have to sleep with the other girls tonight, and I'll see you
in here at six am sharp to go through your duties.” Without so
much as a smile she turned on her heel and disappeared through a door
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Once the housekeeper
had left the room Sorcha looked over to the cook and smiled,
introducing herself. In return she got a smile as the cook started to
make her a sandwich and pour cup of tea. “Hello Sorcha. Don't you mind Mrs Madison and her temper. She's like that with everyone. I'm Mrs O'Dowd, from your part of this world so it's nice to have a fellow Irish worker here. I expect you are hungry
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Sorcha. “Here, have these, then the girls will show you to your
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Sorcha. She drew her knees up closer, until they touched her chest,
breathed in and touched the silver locket that hung around her neck.
She held her breath and hoped fervently that she would not be
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All colour drained from
Sorcha's face and she looked up, a little frightened, into the face
of a tall, rather dashing stranger dressed in a naval uniform. She
reckoned him to be about thirty and appeared from the markings on his
uniform to have an officers rank. Sorcha reconed from his voice he was used to giving orders, although at this moment his blue eyes
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Jake awoke with a
sudden start in his hotel room to the sound of his phone ringing,
but couldn't remember where he'd put it, so unfortunately it rang
off. He shrugged, and lying back, looking down at his nakedness plus
the evidence of clothes strewn about the floor, the realization of
earlier bedroom antics hit Jake. He turned, on the very crumpled
sheets, leaned up on one elbow and gazed upon the equally naked woman
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Reaching over to her,
he gently lifted a stray lock of her tousled blond hair from in front
of her eyes and brushed it away from her face. "There, that's
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"Thank you,"she
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follow me?” Jake looked down at the blond bombshell with full,
pink, oh so kissable lips. He was gradually succumbing to temptation
as he glanced at her white silk blouse, that gaped slightly and
offered up a promise of the smooth pale flesh of her plump brasts.
Jake parted his legs a little more, bending one knee, as life sprung
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Her response was to
hold of his navy blue tie with one hand, twisted and almost yanked it
from his neck. He ended up so close to her that each hot exhaled
breath dropped on her face.</span></span></div>
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Out of sight, in the
alley Tina fiddled with Joe's buckle, and undid his belt. She eased
his jeans and boxers leaving them crumpled at his ankles, then went
down on her haunches. Tina reached up and stroked his flaccid cock.
One hand worked the length of the shaft, up and down, smiling as it
sprang to life, growing and pulsing against her palm. Tina's other
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Just before she opened
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They finally arrived at
dusk. Leaving the road, the horses guided the carriage down a long,
fir lined driveway and finally drew up to a halt at the front of
Grantham House. Sorcha looked out, her mind filled with anticipation
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Sorcha carefully got
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her hair was still tidy. She thanked the coach driver, who had done
a sterling job getting her safely there, gave the horses a quick pet
and picked up her bag heading toward the house, each footstep
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In the dim light of
late evening, Grantham House transcended before her, huge, like no
place she had ever seen before, almost menacing. Sorcha suddenly
wished she was back home in Ireland, sitting by a cosy fire,
surrounded by her brothers and sisters, talking to her Ma. She
scolded herself inwardly, for not looking forward to this new
adventure. She lifted her arm up to knock the door. Taking hold of
the doorknocker, a huge brass one with a lions head,the weight and
enormity of it surprised her and as Sorcha lifted, it slipped from
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After a few minutes the
door opened and a man of medium build, who wore a dark suit, and
dry, aging skin peered down at her. He had thinning white hair and
heavy bags under his squinting blue eyes, and before Sorcha could
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“Ah. Well, you're
late. I'm Lambert, butler to the house. You'll need to go around to
the side, where the servant's entrance is.” His look softened as he
gave her a thin lipped smile, then pointed out the direction Sorcha
should go. “I'll let the housekeeper, Mrs Madison know that you are
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Sorcha thanked him and
picked up her bag again, following the butler's directions to the
servants entrance. The door was far less grand than the main door,
although still oak only had a small less ornate doorknocker. Shortly
after knocking, the door was opened by a tall, thin, very angular
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Unable to sleep,
Sorcha, in only her nightdress, exited her room and made her way to
the stairs. Quickly, with footsteps that barely made a sound as she
made her way down the long staircase and along the great hall, Sorcha
made her way to the library. She tried to be quiet, hoping that she
would not disturb the sleeping household. The old library was her
favourite room in the whole house, and she loved the serenity it
exuded. There were wall to wall books, a few paintings and
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Sorcha walked over to
one of the walls and ran her fingertips along the leather bound
volumes, then picked out a book, easing it from the shelf with care.
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Sorcha felt grateful
for the full moon,and stars that twinkled like diamonds, giving light
enough to aid her reading. Drawing her legs up, she gently turned the
pages of the book., hoping fervently that nobody would come in and
discover her. Sorcha bacame so engrossed, however, that she never heard
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Cool moonlight filtered
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naked body rested on a grand piano, and her long tangled tresses lay
over the crook of an arm. Strewn around her, were roses and loose
pages of sheet music. A wine glass had been knocked over and its
contents were spilling out. The gun, though, worried Dana more,
focussing on it, as she opened her eyes. Her body ached all over,
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stocking adorned legs, up to where he paused momentarily at her hips,
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that mirrored his own. He brought tentative fingertips up to her
bosom and gently stroked the soft, pale flesh, making her tremble. Then
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In this parody to the children story, there’s an adult twist
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Robbins, are pulled out of their world and into separate realms of Wonderland,
where they not only discover a strange world but encounter the chilling events
that unfold. What summons them to Wonderland will also summon them to fall in
love in an unusual way, and while that love wouldn’t be explainable in their
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The carriage felt hot and sticky, being filled with strange bodies
cramming, and rubbing against Madison. And the air , thick with a
raised level of voices, seemed to be louder than usual tube train
chatter. Even the swoosh of the doors opening and closing at stations
seemed louder. She could barely hear herself think. The tube train
jerked and jolted as it rattled along the ageing rails. Madison
wondered why they always had the crumbiest trains running at night ,
that always felt like they could break down at any moment "I
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Suddenly, the train gave an alarming jolt and Madison lost her
balance and grip on the rail, falling forward and almost onto the
ginger haired man's lap. Her scarf caught on something, and Madison
heard a tearing sound... Her coat fell open, and her white silk shirt
gaped as she leaned toward him, part revealing the curve of a breast.
Madison desperately, with arms flailing, tried to grab onto something
so as to steady herself. This ended up being the man as she came to a
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"Well hello there again. If you had wanted to sit on my lap you
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you're here, I'm Bryn, what's your name?" His eyes wandered to
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In this adult fairy tale young, awkward, young Jack sells their prize cow Pearly White for magical beans to a strange man in a red bikini. Little does Jack’s mother, Lorene, know that the beans grow into a giant, magical beanstalk, high above the clouds?<br />
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Attempting to escape the wrath of Master and Slave with the treasures, Jack encounters a handsome, engaging normal sized human man. Sam lives with others that live naturally without clothing deep in the forest. As Jack ages he becomes a handsome man, just like his father, attracting many men, including the two farmhands, Zeke and Adam.<br />
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Once upon a time, there was a poor widow named Lorene who lived on a reclusive, neglected farm with her frail son, Jack, and their dairy cow, Pearly White, a prime Guernsey. They also had several other milking cows which were Pearly White’s offspring. The poor widow raised Jack the best she knew how. They survived by selling milk at a distant farmer’s market each day to buy small amounts of food. While her handsome, masculine husband, Bill, was alive, she had been a real beauty. Bill, a strong six foot two man, had managed the crops without any help.<br />
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Bill and Lorene met at the county fair after a couple of rowdy, uncouth men made crude comments to Lorene regarding her beauty. Bill stepped in, discouraging any further catcalls. “Excuse me, Miss, are these men bothering you?” He had asked.<br />
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“Okay, you cowards, it’s time you’re on your way if you know what’s good for you.”<br />
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The men immediately fled. Bill’s tall stature, muscular build, and commanding baritone voice left no room for argument.<br />
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“How can I repay you?” Lorene smiled at Bill. “May I offer you one of my pies?” She had entered her award-winning pies in the county competition.<br />
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“You needn’t repay me, Miss. Any gentleman would treat a beautiful young woman such as you with respect.”<br />
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Lorene not only gave him one of her blue ribbon peach pies but invited him for Sunday dinner. During their brief courtship, Bill wooed Lorene with beautiful love songs, serenading her with his smooth, baritone voice. They married that November.<br />
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They started their farm with a prize milking cow, Pearly White, and planted crops. Bill bred Pearly White over the years, her offspring providing more milk. In the evenings after they had eaten dinner, Bill would sing songs of love to his wife. Afterward they would make passionate love. Two years later, Lorene gave birth to their son, Jack.<br />
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Bill’s son brought a sparkle to his eyes. When Jack was three, he began taking him along while doing the farm chores. Jack idolized his parents drawing pictures of them. For such a young boy, he was quite talented. His parents encouraged him to pursue his art, allowing him to draw and paint whenever and wherever he desired.<br />
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Bill died when Jack was only five. He was struck by a lightning bolt during a severe thunderstorm while trying to bridal his horse and fetch Pearly White after she broke through a fence and ran off in fear. Jack remembered that day vividly. He had not feared the continuous lightning flashes, the loud booming thunder, or the rising water of the ensuing flash flood. He feared only the expression on his mother’s face when they found his father, his body singed from the heat of the lightning. His eyes were open, frozen with the undeniable pain. His mother’s face had always radiated peace and serenity, until that moment.<br />
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In this sequel to the adult fairy tale book, Jack and the Magical Beanstalk, Jack and Sam have been living happily together on Jack’s prosperous farm with Jack’s widowed mother, Lorene, and the two farmhands, Zeke and Adam.<br />
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When Sam started having nightmare concerning his father’s health, Sam became distraught and felt helpless not being able to go back to the land he was born, even though Jack attempted to find a way to climb back up high in the sky to Sam’s native land.<br />
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When Sam traded five prized bean seeds and a golden egg to the peculiar old man wearing only a red bikini underwear for five magic beans, he agreed to make it a secret and was unable to tell Jack. Adam was aware Sam was dealing with the peculiar old man and blackmailed Sam into having sex to keep his secret before Sam grew another magical beanstalk.<br />
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Before Sam could climb Sam climbed the beanstalk to help his ailing father, unaware there were two new villainous giants, Duchess Luscious Lips Loretta and Queen Buxom Bosom Belinda inhabiting the castle. Jack was left behind to save the farm after a late spring blizzard killed the crop of beans without any more prized seeds to plant.<br />
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Did Sam Save his ailing father and brothers? Did Jack figure out a way to save the farm from ruin? Did Jack follow Sam and save him from the wrath of the giants?<br />
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As a new member of the adopted family, Sam had to learn new customs. He had to adapt to his new way of life by wearing pants, shirts and shoes. As he had been accustomed in his tribe, hunting and harvesting food from the forests, he continued to gather food around the farm. Jack taught him how to farm on a larger scale, rather than the small, family garden Sam’s father had tended.<br />
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Jack learned new innovations from Sam for growing crops, such as building a pond to store water for irrigating the crops when no rain fell. One month, when they received no rain, the pond supplied water to the crops until the next rains came. Jack took Sam to market so he could know how to barter with the milk and crops in exchange for food and supplies that were needed on the farm. Although Zeke and Adam taught Sam new skills to help out on the farm, Jack made it clear that they were to keep their hands off the new handsome man.<br />
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Adam’s advances rose occasionally, but Sam soundly rejected any of his foolish fantasies.<br />
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Jack knew Sam well enough to know he was an independent man, not prone to confiding or dwelling on his worries. Jack felt comfortable with Sam’s easygoing nature and enjoyed his jovial sense of humor, especially the repartee of stories about growing up with his brothers.<br />
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But after a year, Jack detected traces of despondency Sam was hiding from him and the others. He knew very well Sam missed his father and brothers. It made Jack’s need to find a solution to take Sam back to the land he was born all the more important.<br />
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But in the spring, Jack’s responsibility to the welfare of the farm took presentence. He had a dream to diversify the kind of crops they grew. Walking through the fallow fields, he discussed his plans with Sam.<br />
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“I’m going to ask Zeke and Adam to plant most of the prized bean seeds.”<br />
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“Don’t you think that rash?” Sam questioned the large amount of seeds to be used. “Don’t we need those seeds to last for more than one season? You know the beans those seeds produce won’t grow the same beanstalks. They’re just ordinary beanstalks and don’t spread for the large distances.”<br />
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“That’s exactly my point. Those seeds won’t last forever. If we have a huge yield of beans, we’ll make more to trade with. We will be able to plant a variety of crops, next year. We’ll diversify and thrive.”<br />
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“I guess.” Sam hesitated with his approval. “It’s risky.”<br />
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“I know, but it could prove highly successful. Go get Zeke and Adam. I want to get started right away.”<br />
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Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & Sam’s Quandary is the story of Jack and the Magical Beanstalk seen through Jack’s partner and lover’s eyes.<br />
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The story began when Jack’s future love interest, Sam watched him flee from the evil giant Master with his bag of gold coins. When they met they were infatuated with each other. Through Jack’s escapades with Master, Sam eventually followed Jack down the magical beanstalk to live with Jack but the beanstalk had to be cut down.<br />
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Subsequently, Sam was prevented from seeing his father and brothers. When Sam discovered his father’s illness, he conspired to plant a new magical beanstalk, having to do so secretly. Adam the farmhand had his suspicions and blackmailed Sam into a sexual fling to keep the secret.<br />
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Did Sam save his father from sickness? Did Jack follow his lover when the farm faces ruin?<br />
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Once upon a time, two equally handsome young men lived on a prosperous farm. Sam and Jack were deeply in love and had devoted their lives to their relationship, their happiness, and the wellbeing of their parents, Jack’s mother, Lorene, and Sam’s father, Jason. But their widowed parents lived in different, far away worlds. Jack grew up on the farm, while Sam grew up high in a faraway land. They currently employed two loyal farmhands, Zeke and Adam, and had a prized cow, Pearly White that helped them survive through leaner times.<br />
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Sam and Jack fell in love years before when Sam lived in a land high above the clouds. In this different world, Sam lived with his father and brothers in a tribe inhabiting the forests, bordering a cobblestone road, leading to a majestic castle possessed by two giants, Master and his submissive servant, Slave. Often, Sam snuck into the castle to steal food for his family, especially when a member of his family became ill, the sickness usually Giant Fever. Although Slave gave morsels of food when Sam begged, Master delighted in feasting on humans like Sam. Sam developed his skill in running with exceptional speed to prevent being captured by the giants. Living naturally without clothes was a necessity to hastily flee them. Nudity, also enabled the people in his tribe to select their mates. It was only natural they went about their daily lives uninhibited and naked.<br />
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Sam first met Jack from a distance when Sam lurked in the background after getting food from Slave for his ailing father. Sam noticed a strange man who wore clothing, like the giants, but fleeing with Master’s bag of gold coins. Sam’s thought about this man he saw running for his life.<br />
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How strange. A man like me who wears cloths like the giants. There is something about that man I like. Where is he going? He’s definitely in a hurry to get away from Master. He must know that Master loves to eat us. That man must be adventurous to be bold enough to steal from this villain. I would like to meet him. Sam stared, and stared, and stared.<br />
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As Jack fled the pursuit of Master and Slave with the coins, he noticed Sam watching him from a distance. Their eyes locked with more interest than curiosity. Jack disappeared down through the ground, vanishing from Sam and the giants. Oh, no. Master has stopped chasing him. The man must have fallen off the ground into oblivion. That’s disappointing. I wonder where he was from. Sam thought the man had fallen off the edge of the world. So he returned to his family with food for his ailing father, thinking of the man who wore clothes. The clothed man left a deep impression in Sam’s mind, a rush of sensations breeding curiosity and desire.<br />
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Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a shy, friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed this man to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and rage. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong.<br />
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Pablo Michaels is a gay man who writes gay romantic genre fiction from a gay man’s perspective. He is driven to educate and enlighten readers with the true beauty of love between men. He has published several books over the span of the last five years. He has found a new home to publish his stories with Yellow Silk Dreams, a publisher composed of a coop of authors. He grew up in a working class family that taught him the values of hard work, regardless of the profession, and helped him acquire a diverse education. The family motto is “People can take everything away from you. But they never can take away your education.” He is legally married to his soulmate, a man he has lived with for twenty years.<br />
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Pablo Michaels was born in the story, “Raging Silence”, which is included in the book, “This Beautiful Escape”. The silence raging in Pablo Michaels was his inherit sexual orientation, suppressed in his adolescent years. Through years of struggles he finds peace in his current life with his legal husband, a partnership of 20 years.<br />
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He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story, Reunion on the Trail, in 1986 in a literary magazine When the Mockingbird Sings.<br />
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After writing plays, short stories, poetry, and two novels, he began writing gay genre stories, feeling he had more knowledge and experience with gay lifestyle. Trying to publish, he went to a library seminar hosted by two published authors. Inspired by the gay writer, Scott Kemble he connected with him on the internet site for The San Francisco Bay Area Literary Arts Newsletter and Review, which published four of Pablo's short stories.<br />
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Constantly, writing since 2004, he published his first e-book, Pagan Knights of Cambria, with Life of Riley Productions in London. Soon a mainstream story, When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again Hooray, published also. In 2012 Pablo self-published his first novel, Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time, combining mystery and humor in a gay, erotic romance. He continues to write more episodes in his next novel, The Deer in the Forest The plot spreads over several decades, about a man's attempts to adapt to the world he lives, all with love, heartache, history and survival at no cost.<br />
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His latest article, Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs, was just published in the very popular SimplySxy.com online magazine. You can read the insightful article here. http://simplysxy.com/articles/2015/06/08/why-gay-men-retire-to-palm-springs/<br />
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Pablo retired from gardening and landscaping to devote his energy to write fiction. As a gay man he wishes to promote his writing gay genre fiction to help others understand the necessity for equal rights for LGBT people and comprehend that love between a man and a man, people of the same sex, is as natural as love between a man and a woman. Throughout his lifetime he has experienced the long battle of achieving acceptance. He has searched for a committed relationship with another man. He has loved his partner for twenty years. They were legally married in front of Harvey Milk's bust in the rotunda of San Francisco City Hall by a judge, in 2008. Although their marriage remained legal after the passage of Proposition 8, they continued to work to repeal DOMA and Prop. 8. Throughout his life he has attempted to live and practice peace as a process for living.<br />
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His published books include the book, Blood, Sweat and Black Leather, a gay paranormal romance, published by Yellow Silk Dreams in January 2015. Affairs of Men’s Hearts, published in May 2015 by Yellow Silk Dreams is an anthology of four stories connected by the themes of gay men seeking love with another man, from wishful thinking male to male romance to gay marriage. His latest book, Jack and the Magical Beanstalk is an adult version with a gay twist of the fairytale classic, Jack and the Beanstalk, published in December 2015 by Yellow Silk Dreams. He has rewritten his first novel, Catnip. Rosemary, Rage and Time, and its prequel, Learning to Love Again, both soon to be published. He is currently working on the sequel to Jack and the Magical Beanstalk. The working title is Climbing Another Magical Beanstalk.<br />
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Listen Beth, I
appreciate you coming to see me so much and to ask for advice. I've
always been fond of you, and as for your husband, that son of mine,
I've loved him since the moment he was born. Always have, always
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sense of the situation. After all, you don't want to go home tearful,
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beth glanced at the
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Yes, Ihave time for a coffee before I go, thank you for your kindness
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Madison could usually beat the escalator if she ran down the steps,
and tonight she didn't want to take any chances on missing the tube.
Ahead of hershe could see quite a few people waiting; it seemed
unusual to her to have that many waiting for a late tube, she didn't
know of any late night shopping in that area, nor any late football
matches, but then again, she could be wrong. After all, she had been
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Lights at the sides of the tunnel shone, and a sudden woosh of the
late tube sounded as it neared and slowed at the narrow platform.
Madison got caught up in the myriad of bodies and the sudden surge
forward, as people almost fought to get onto the tube and find a
decent seat. She could barely distinguish one from the other, and
definitely didn't notice the tall redheaded man who wore a heavy
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Unfortunately, by the time Madison found a carriage that didn't have
drunks hurling abuse at each other or making lewd suggestions toward
her, and all in the space of about three minutes, she found herself
in a carriage where all the seats were taken and she found herself
having to cling on to one of the pivoted grab handles while jammed
between an old man in a tweed jacket and a woman who did her best to
send a text using her other hand. Looking down she noticed the
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