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The conniving kind

Lit Conflagrations

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‘You’re going to be banished old chap.’ Marcus decides patting my back casually as I watch her ride away ‘no such thing is going to happen. Angelford knows where his head is.’ Leigh assures the lads. I do. I know where my head is! I’m not falling for Sadie, I’m craving for her! There’s a difference between falling in love and being enthralled in covetousness; this was raw sensual lust. I had to find a way to fulfil it and retrieve my head soon...

Lunch is chilled Gazpacho with Gruyere cheese and strawberry shrimps with lamb as the main dish and cooled dessert tray of ice-cream sherbets. The conversation is lively as Carlen elucidates upon their adventures ‘then you should enjoy the horse races tomorrow. Maybe you can race one.’ Liesel says to Sadie ‘I doubt she would though.’ Lucas says staring at Sadie who smiles ‘you’re right. I won’t.’ She announces ‘you should. You’ve got something of a talent’ Carlen says ‘I’d say it was more of a borderline obsession.’ Sadie says turning to me. I smile at her, the only person in this table who understands what she means. Is she saying she was craving my company as much as to unleash untapped horse jockey talents in her? ‘Who’s the charming rogue now?’ I teasingly inquire ‘I’m not charming you; I’m just ass kissing so I can go see the fish’s thoughts.’ She whispers in recompense. I chuckle softly ‘then let’s go.’ I decide standing up and grabbing an apple. She stands up and takes my hand, following me out to the stables. We’ll need a horse for this...

‘What’s that?’ she asks as I put the helmet on. I smile ‘you’ll need one.’ I assure her. She folds her hands ‘why are you such a dandy?’ she wonders, her hands at her waists ‘you think I’m a dandy?’ I wonder. She looks me up and down ‘yes.’ She affirms ‘I’m not.’ I announce ‘then why does your helmet match your shorts?’ she investigates. I realize that instantly ‘fine; have it.’ I say handing it to her ‘I don’t want a helmet. I’m not a jockey.’ She announces ‘it’s for safety.’ I assure her ‘I can take care of myself.’ She shrugs ‘and I don’t mind when the wind ruffles my hair a bit.’ She adds suggestively ‘I don’t mind when the wind ruffles my hair!’ I declare. She smiles ‘it’s okay; I understand you’re sensitive; think it might fall off?’ she teasingly pries ‘I don’t mind a bit of wind in my hair.’ I reiterate ‘put the helmet on . It’s okay. Hair loss is a natural process that I don’t want to accelerate for you.’ She mockingly says pushing the helmet towards me. I throw it on the floor ‘be gone with you you manipulative wench!’ I hiss at her. She smiles impishly ‘let’s go!’ I demand mounting the mare.

I lift her onto the mare and begin the trot towards the clear brook I promised to take her to. ‘Isn’t this a nice feeling now?’ she urges laying her head on my back as I lead the mare to the brook, her hands round my waist. If she lowered them a tad the feeling would be more than mutual. ‘You were right by the way; it’s amazingly beautiful here.’ She says as we trot past the field of daffodils towards the brook and its line of river birches. I look at the yellow and pink flowers swaying in the breeze and smile ‘you like it here?’ I probe ‘yeah; though your friends are boring.’ She says over my back

 ‘they may seem so but everyone has their intrigues.’ I promise her ‘you mean like Lucas dogging on Isabel with Veronica who by the way is apparently Isabel’s confidante of some sort!’ she hisses ‘Lucas has his reasons for being that way.’ I shrug ‘such as?’ she probes ‘he has other disabilities he likes to cover up.’ I divulge ‘insecurities?’ she wonders ‘yeah; of that vein.’ I concur as we finally come to the birches, the mare slowing down at the crafted wooden bridge. ‘We’re here.’ I announce dismounting the mare and walking to the birch with the reins as she jumps off it again. She ought to be spanked!

I smile at the thought, tying the reins round the birch’s trunk and turning to the woman who was removing her sport shoes ‘I hope horses don’t eat shoes.’ I lightly warn her as she lifts a graceful leg that might have featured in many ballet recitals into the air, watching it in the sun ‘I’m a horse and I wouldn’t eat my ice creams so he won’t.’ She says placing the leg into the water before she shivers and removes it ‘that’s cold.’ She announces as I walk to her ‘how cold?’ I ask taking her by her waist ‘if you dump me in this water I will burst your aquifers and your gonads.’ She swears clinging onto me. I smile ‘and don’t think I won’t do it!’ she adds.

 ‘I don’t’ intend on cooling you Sadie.’ I whisper into her ear, her gaze meeting mine as I lift her to my height, intent scribbled neatly on my visage. She runs her lower lip through her teeth and furrows her smooth forehead ‘I plan on quite the contrary; to heat all the planes of your body against the breeze.’ I swear gruffly, pressing her against me. She groans softly, her eyes shutting as though the words had in fact conceived the action in her body. ‘I want to lay you down in the meadow of daffodils and discern your rose.’ I divulge placing her back on the ground our noses melded as our breaths grow incongruous

She makes to say something when my lips come down on hers, feeling the lightning jolts and fever attacks that put me in a state of ease the entire night like a cadaver. She grunts and grabs my arms, placing my hands on the behind I wanted to spank a few seconds back, her body malting into mine as her lips slide open, my mouth exploding in impression at the smooth texture of her, the warmth of her breath releasing growls from me as I grab onto her backside, trying to understand what was happening to me as our waists meet and her hands grab at the collar of my teal polo shirt. I smooth out the behind in my palms frantically in a fit of deep angst I couldn’t understand as my tongue delves into her like my soul was seeping through me right into her.

Grunting like a warthog now, I press against her as the textures of her and the planes, the warmth of her mouth and the strong rejoinder of her body to the very raw desires of me fuels flames and conflagrations as well as chills in my spine. I grip the hemming of the frock blindly and start to lift it off her when she yelps and backs up, hoping on one foot and grimacing in pain ‘what’s wrong?’ I demand worriedly as well as upset by whatever was standing in my way of satiating my ungodly hungers ‘something bit me.’ she announces hoping on one foot ‘let me see.’ I grunt bending to view her toe clearer. A little brown splinter stares back up at me from her pretty middle toe. I smile ‘let’s take a seat.’ I suggest leading her to the birch tree where after dealing with the splinter I intended to deal with my own pain ‘what is it?’ she pries with an adorable little voice like she was stifling tears. I smile ‘a splinter. I’ll get it out.’ I assure her, laying her down under the tree and taking her legs onto my lap.

She presses her hands against her eyes like it was a game of pick-a-boo ‘tell me when you’re done.’ She says as I examine the toe and reach for the splinter, which seems to be shying away from me like a virgin would do in my state of excitement. ‘This may impair a tad.’ I state having no time to be nice and sweet with this part of her body. I squeeze the toe red between my thumb and forefinger and grip the splinter with my other hand, yanking it out, watching her jerk and squeal before the toe is restored. I grip her legs and part them, stretching out in between them and atop her ‘now where were we?’ I coo lifting her frock. She stops me ‘I can’t.’ She announces ‘you have to! You can’t just light conflagrations and not use them! That’s like the Ku Klux Klan!’ I protest.

She smiles at my declaration ‘don’t get me wrong ; I’m not a tease, I want to. I’m just not the type to do this.’ She says trying to push me away ‘to do what?’ I demand ‘meet a guy, get away with him on some distant Judith McNaught meadow and have sex with him among daffodils and birches. That’s not me!’ she declares ‘you sexually frustrate me!’ I hiss at her ‘I’m sorry. If its sex you wanted you picked the wrong girl.’ She states slamming her hands against my chest as though I was but a door she could bang open in that manner. I grunt and pull away from her, needing some air to my head.

I stand up and walk to the bridge, removing my loafers and sitting on the bridge, dipping my feet into the river to cool my aroused nerves and regain equanimity of this situation. Fine; what did I have to do to get her to follow our bodies and acquaint them to the depths they sought from the very first time they melded last night?? I run my hands through my hair and turn to her, wearing her shoes as if the matter was dealt with appropriately! She ought to be spanked! I ought to do it too!

I ought to place her across my laps and spank her until she has no qualms about letting our bodies have their way!  I bang my head against the bridge, trying to get blood back up there in time before she does something stupid like ride away without me!! I turn my gaze back to her as she pets the mare’s blonde mane. ‘What did you mean when you said you were a horse?’ I wonder. Did she mean she was wild and needed taming? To know that I came in peace? A bit of tempering and familiarity?

She turns her gaze to me ‘the Chinese zodiac.’ She reveals with a little smile as I stand up and offer her my hand ‘tell me about that.’ I prod. She turns away from the horse and walks to me ‘there are twelve animals each animal has a corresponding year which starts again after every twelve years...

‘To own the entire world?’ I wonder as we look up at the stars now ‘sounds like madness doesn’t it.’ She sighs into the night breeze I am shielding her from with my body as we stare into the brook ‘that someone would want to have the world as screwed up as it is? No.’ I dryly say pecking her cheek ‘I just feel like I have something to say that’s worth being heard but no one will give it a try because of all the negativity around.’ She sighs tiredly. I smile ‘I’ll listen.’ I assure her. She has the mind of napoleon Bonaparte the young lady; four years younger than me by the way; twenty years old! She looks up at me and smiles ‘have you ever seen the blue kind of tanzanite?’ she suddenly wonders ‘I’ve seen the purple kind’ I reveal ‘your eyes are like the blue kind.’ she notes then chuckles softly into the night air, listening to the brook go forth into the distance, the moon lending the blue gaze to the meadow and silver to the river. I can’t believe I came out here to assess our chemistry and her body and wound up discovering her mind instead; and what a mind she had! It didn’t feel like a defeat at the waterloo! It felt more like I had conquered.

‘We should go back.’ She says looking out at the field ‘we should.’ I agree with a sigh as she turns around, facing me as I realize I’m blocking her between my arms, my body and the bridge, her breath pacing a bit faster at the opportunity spelt out for me ‘a kiss wouldn’t hurt.’ I whisper leaning towards her mouth. ‘maybe we shouldn’t’ she replies though her mouth tilts up towards mine, my body moving against hers as the horse neighs under the tree our lips melding like lightning had struck me again. I grunt and venture deeper into her mouth, angling my head and pressing our bodies together to save myself from the chills I was willingly giving myself. I feel her tip toe and throw her hands around my shoulder, gripping onto them in ecstasy like her feet were no longer useful, my hands groping the backside in my palms blatantly as she moans and presses her chest against mine invitingly, something like thunder shaking the ground under us, the horse neighing some more as my tongue endeavours into the delicacy of her mouth. I couldn’t stop if the earthquake caused a tsunami! I wouldn’t stop if I was being poisoned by it at this moment!! What was this woman made of?? She moans as I grunt, my rigid psychosis pressing against her frankly, my fingers digging into the khaki shorts

‘GET A ROOM!’ a familiar voice says causing her to jerk away from me. I grunt and turn around to find my posse on horseback all staring at us, Marcus, Hilliard and Emery chuckling as Leigh stares on in astonishment, Lucas unpleasantly smirking at us. Her hands drop from my shoulders, mine from her behind ‘so sorry to disrupt your mating season but Lady Rollins is worried sick.’ Lucas announces curtly ‘we were just on our way back.’ I huskily re-join ‘after copulation or before?’ Hilliard pries with a chuckle. She makes to move for him but I block her for his sake ‘I’ll handle him later.’ I promise her. She takes in a deep breath, squinting her eyes at him like she was planning to meet him alone in a corner and deal with him appropriately. I smile at the thought of Hilliard being handled by the little lady ‘let’s go.’ She states. I let her walk to the horse, looking for my shoes and slipping them on before I follow her and mount the horse...


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