Unfortuntately for me, life has a habit of pulling the rug from under me, and I've been struck down with influenza and bronchitis. The doctor told me to rest, rest and oh yes..rest. However, being ill did not stop me from fulfilling my promise to my daughter and not letting her down for her birthday. As I'm writing this, I'm still not great, but I have this thing about trying not to let anyone down.
I haven't got an author of the week, so thought that today, I would let you read my failed entry for the Blaze Valentine competition. I was 500 words over whooops.
Years ago, my sister had this thing for a group called Madness, and one of their songs "The Bed and Breakfast Man" triggered a story in me. So here it is. If you have any comments please, I would be grateful.
THE BED AND BREAKFAST MAN.......BY ROBYN A WARD
Tess's hand shook as she tried to insert the key into the front door. After several tries the key fitted and she unlocked it, falling inside. "Shhhh" Tess slurred after she put her finger to her lips and staggered down the hall that was dimly lit with a warm yellow glow. Past the reception desk towards the stairs. She looked up at the curved staircase. Putting one foot on the stair, she tried to climb them. Eventually reaching the first floor she saw her room number. Tess regained her balance by leaning on the door. It opened, Tess's balance went and she slid down the door. Crawling over to the sumptous bed, she managed to undress and got in under the thick duvet encompassing himself in its warmth. The long day travelling, combined with the alcohol she had drunk at the rehearsal meal had taken its toll and she slipped into unconciousness.
Rolling over in her sleep, an arm went instinctively around a large warm body. She snuggled up to it and then was jerked awake by a very masculine voice .
"What the hell are you doing?" the deep voice said . "This isn't a sodding Carry On film you know".
Tess sat up in bed next to the body. He had a voice, boy did he have a voice, and it was echoing in her head making it throb in pain. Tess clutched it.
"This is my room, what are you doing in here?" Tess countered. Through the fog of her sleep, she realised that being nude and in bed with a strange man, really was not the best of ideas. After grabbing the sheet, Tess shut her eyes, as there was a click and the room was flooded into light.
"Ouch" Tess groaned.
"Been hitting the alcohol a little too much tonight?" the voice asked. With her head throbbing in pain, Tess was barely able to nod.
"Hmm. Can you take paracetamol?". Again, Tess nodded. Within minutes she was drinking a cold glass of water. She opened her eyes and looked down at the two white capsules.
"Oh for heaven's sake, they are paracetamol. Do you want to see the packet?" the exasperation in the voice was clear. Too tired and in too much pain to care, Tess swallowed the capsules, and settled back against the pillows. As she closed her eyes, Tess's last image was of a man with an amused expression on his face and blazing amber eyes.
Gabe sat on the chair next to the bed and made a final attempt to get comfortable. There was no way he could leave her alone in the state she was in. He could see her wriggle about in the bed, and every so often there would be a soft snore, followed by snuffling noises. She sounded like a hedgehog, Gabe thought to himself with a smile. After realising that there would be no chance of getting to sleep on the chair, he gave into his instincts and carefully lifted the covers. Climbing into the softness, Gabe closed his eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep, his body painfully aware of the woman next to him.
Gabe's eyes snapped open as he felt a hand softly tease the soft thicket of hair on his chest, and work its way downwards. Think unsexy thoughts a voice repeated over and over in his mind. 'Margaret Thatcher in a thong, Margaret Thatcher in a thong'. Just as he felt his arousal start to abate, the hand moved downwards closer to his groin. As the hand closed over his rock hard penis, his mind screamed...."Hell. Dennis Thatcher in a thong". Gabe stayed perfectly still. Her hand moved up and down on his cock, over the smooth knit of his jockey shorts. Gabe's mind went into overdrive when it channeled underneath them, and through the dark thick bush of hair surrounding him. Fingers teased and pulled the hairs, Gabe wanted to howl with pleasure. His cock was hard and thrusting upwards, the hand closed around him, skin to skin. It moved over the velvety softness of the tip, squeezing gently, and then slowly, painfully slowly downwards. The fingers acted as if it was memorizing every swollen, inch of him. Stroking each ridge and fold of him. Gabe's head snapped back, he was in agony, all he needed was to feel her soft mouth on him and he would go into............hyperdrive, and off he went. Gabe felt a soft warm mouth on him, replacing the hand that had been stroking his cock. Now it was a soft tongue, lapping at his head much like a cat lapping the finest cream then, moving downwards. His sac was caressed and stroked as she moved down the bed and took him deeper. The suction was firm but gentle. Teasing the tip of him with her tongue. Gabe flexed his hips arching into the movements. He wanted her so much. Hell, Gabe needed to be inside her when he came, but first he had to know.
"Are you okay?" Gabe whispered
"Mmmmm, never better" came the sleepy reply, "Now quiet and let me love you". Her mouth and tongue resumed their kissing and licking of his rampant cock. Gabe gave himself up to the intensity of her caresses on him. Just as he thought he couldn't take any more of the caresses, he felt her nipple brush against his wide chest, grazing his painfully erect nipples. Gabe's head bent and, using one of his hands, lifted her soft breast to his mouth, his tongue laved the taut nipple. He suckled on her deeply. Gabe heard her moan out loud. His other hand moved over her silken skin, down towards the hair at the apex of her thighs. It was damp, moist from her arousal, and Gabe's fingertips brushed through the hair, and down towards her clitoris. He stroked it once, twice. Tess groaned out loud. Gabe realised that he was close to climaxing with this woman, but wanted to love her as much as she had loved him. Gabe managed to switch their positions, and she lay there on the bed, her thighs open. Inhaling the sweet sultry scent of her, Gabe lay down between them, and tentatively ran his tongue from the tip of her clitoris, down and into her opening. He tasted her, he loved her juices that were now flowing freely. Gabe could feel her muscles around his tongue, it swirled around her clitoris, flicking it. His hands were on her breasts, caressing them, bringing her nipples to hard points. As Gabe sucked on her clitoris one final time, he squeezed the hard points.
"In me" Tess breathed. "Please, I want you, now" She gasped.
Gabe reared up and his rock hard cock inched slowly, tantalisingly into her tight, warm channel. He felt her muscles tighten around him, welcoming him inside. They were one person, they moved together, creating the perfect symphony. The tempo changed. It increased, and Gabe moved faster, Tess meeting him thrust for thrust. Gabe felt the beginnings of his orgasm, and the start of hers. Hands entwined, they reached their crescendo, as their love and their bodies merged into one being.
Shouting out their love for each other, Gabe collapsed onto Tess. He kissed her gently, then moved away, bringing her into the circle of his arms. Together they fell asleep.
Just before the alarm went off, Gabe woke up and looked down at the woman snuggling in his arms. She was perfect and she was his. He kissed her mouth gently. Her eyes fluttered open and smiling at him stretched lazily.
"Time to get up" Gabe said drowsily. He stretched out, but was reluctant to leave her. Still, duty called. He got up and before padding towards the bathroom, leant down and again brushed her soft mouth with his.
"It's a good job you remembered in your drunken state, that we changed rooms last night" Gabe said with a grin.
Tess looked bewildered. Her eyes were still muzzy from their night of loving.
"Well, all I can say is that if you hadn't remembered. I think you would have given Mr Stevens a heart attack. At 83, it wouldn't be very good for business, to have the wife of the owner, in bed with a geriatric!" Gabe teased her. "Anyway, breakfast won't make itself" He announced and went off in the direction of the bathroom. "And....after a night like that, you can go out with my sister anytime you want" he turned and winked at her.
Tess smiled to herself as she stretched again in the sumptuous bed. It smelled of him, her husband, her very own Bed and Breakfast man.
Have a great week, and above all KEEP IT KOOKY!!!!!!!!
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Good Morning! This is my first visit to your Blog! I like what I see and I will definitely be back! Thanks!
ReplyDeletethanks Jan you are most welcome
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