Midweek Tease ~ 31 January 2018: The Locket

Welcome to Midweek Tease. As always we give a big thank you to Angelica Dawson who organizes the Tease each week.

This week my offering carries on the scene from last week which can be read here. 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.

“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 seemed like she was herding cattle.

She gladly stepped inside finding herself directly in the large kitchen, then sat down on the three legged woodenn stool she was offered. She looked around and tried to take in her surroundings.

The kitchen had a stone floor, a huge ceramic sink, with a large window over. and wooden

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 Sorcha.

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 into the main house.

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 after your long journey” She pushed the plate and cup toward Sorcha. “Here, have these, then the girls will show you to your sleeping quarters.”

The faint Irish lilt was comforting to Sorcha.“Thank you, you are very kind,” she replied as she drew her stool up to the table. “Yes, I am tired, and don't want to be late in the morning.”

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More next week

Naomi x

Tantalizing Tuesday ~ 30 January 2018: The First Meeting

Welcome to Tuesday,our time to tantalize and  tease. Awesome writers, bring you 200 word teasers inspired by a self chosen picture. This week, my teaser carries on from last week's scene in my WIP The Locket. Enjoy.

Follow the link Tantalizing Tuesday to find the other teasers and show them some love.

As the heavy oak door closed, a waft of air disturbed the velvet curtain that shielded 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 discovered. Her prayers were to no avail, however, as a strong, tanned hand drew back the curtain.

"Well well. What do we have here? Who are you? A thief and a stowaway maybe?"

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 sparkled and he was doing his utmost not to smile at her.

Sorcha climbed down from the windowseat and handed him the book. "If you please Sir, I'm Sorcha, the new maid. I only wanted to borrow the book for a few minutes, I promise not to do it again."

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 28 January 2018: The Locket

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! I've returned after a break from writing. Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten  sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.

My offering this week is from my WIP The Locket. Here, Jake, away from home at a works conference, wakes up in a hotel bed with a secretary Sonia. Enjoy

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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 who had just awoken, laying in the bed next to him.

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 better," he said.

"Thank you,"she smiled, then puckered her full, pink lips and blew him a kiss.

Jake ran gentle fingertips down her arm and blew a kiss in return. "You're beautiful, and I'm a naughty boy."

Sexy Snippets ~ 28 January 2018: The Locket

Hi there, I've rejoined Sexy Snippets. Sexy Snippets are seven sentences from a book or WIP, posted on a Sunday. Please follow the links after reading mine to find the other Sexy Snippets. This week my snippet comes from a WIP The Locket. Here we find Sonia alone with Jake, having followed him out of a business meeting.

“You're asking me questions that I don't want to answer right now. Anyway, why did you 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 to his groin and his cock started throbbing.

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.

Flash Fiction Friday ~ 26 January 2018: Bad Boys

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday. Awesome writers have a given picture to get inspired by, but only one hundred words, no more, no less. I hope you enjoy my take on this picture, please let me know. Then follow the links to show the other writers some love.

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 hand massaged his balls, playfully pulling and squeezing until he flinched.

Just before she opened her mouth to accept the hard throbbing cock, Tina looked at Joe, saying, “Wanna see what bad Boys get?”

Midweek Tease ~ 24 January 2018: The Locket

After a writing break I'm back. And this week I bring you an exerpt from my WIP The Locket. Here we find Sorcha, sent from Ireland to England to work in service, has just arrived at the house where she is to take up the position of a maid.

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 at the huge stone building that was going to be her future residence.

Sorcha carefully got down from the carriage, smoothed down her skirt and checked to see if 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 crunching on the stones underfoot.

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 her fingers and returned to the huge oak door with a large thud.

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 speak, he barked a couple of questions at her.

“Hello. Are you expected? What is your name.”

Sorcha suddenly found her voice again. “I'm Sorcha, and I'm the new maid. I am expected.”

“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 here.”

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 looking woman, who Sorcha guessed was in her forties.

Tantalizing Tuesday ~ 23 January 2018: Sorcha's Hideaway

This is a snippet from my WIP The Locket which I've recently picked up on again. 

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 comfortable looking leather seating.

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. She carried it over to a window, where she climbed up onto the padded window seat, behind the long curtain.

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 the door open and someone enter the library.

Flash Fiction Friday ~ 19 January 2018: Dana's Mystery

Cool moonlight filtered through an open window and fell upon Dana, skin like alabaster. Her 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, and she tried to remember why.

“What the fuck is going on here?!”

The voice made Dana start. She turned and saw ...

Tantalizing Tuesday ~ 16 January 2018: Sonia's Visit

This is a teaser that may well find it's way into a WIP of mine. Enjoy.

Jake watched, as Sonia kicked off her stilettos and slowly peeled off her coat. Watching, as it swished down, landing in a heap around her slender ankles, Jake sensed a stirring in his groin. He gazed gazing at Sonia, in only a lacy black basque, and stockings.

Jake rooted her to the spot. His roving eyes moved slowly, drinking in her entire body, journeying slowly from her toes,upward along her stocking adorned legs, up to where he paused momentarily at her hips, murmuring his intense approval as searching for panties, he spied a thong. He heard a slight gasp as she bit her lip and grasped at the wall behind her, but his steadfast gaze still refused her any movement.

 Jake stepped forward slightly, to check out her heavy, heaving breasts that strained against the constraints of her basque. Jake's yearning eyes held hers, and he noticed beads of perspiration on her forehead that mirrored his own. He brought tentative fingertips up to her bosom and gently stroked the soft, pale flesh, making her tremble. Then Jake suddenly became blatantly aware of his hard lump straining beneath his trousers.

Sonia gave a wicked grin. “You seem pleased to see me.”

Tantalizing Tuesday ~ 9 January 2018: Action

Come on you two, make more of an effort, you’re driving me crazy.”

Lois looked up at the cameraman. “I’m sorry Pete; I’m just not comfortable with this.”

“It’s in your contract love; didn’t you read the small print?

Lois vaguely remembered receiving and looking in horror at her contract. Quickly scanning the details she’d signed the dotted line. She vowed in future to be more careful about her scenes. Six months ago, everything was different. Lois would have enjoyed being in front of a camera with this hunk of a man on top of her in a steamy love scene. Now, everything had changed.

 “Action.”

Craig swallowed hard and ran his fingers through Lois’ blonde hair.  Nibbling her ear, he whispered, “Let’s make it look good so we can finish quickly. I know you’re not happy.”

Her body shifted under him and she wrapped a leg around his. Lois turned away from the camera and concentrated attentions on Craig for the remainder of the scene. 

Afterwards, Pete helped Craig up.

“Take him,” said Lois. “Just one thing Craig, I take it you signed the divorce papers.”

“Don’t worry. All signed.”

“He’ll get action with me now,” Pete chipped in.  

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