A Little Bit of an Explanation

I fell off the blog sphere. Big time. A while back, I mentioned that there had been another death to deal with. That was my ex. It made for a very tangled mess. Trying to sort out everything between our children, family, and legalities was crazy. Now to complicate matters, we discovered that my name was still on the house. So, all of a sudden, I owned a home again. (yeah!) And a mortgage. (Boo!) Oh, and the house was a wreck. Filthy. My mind boggles when I think of the state of the house when we first took over the keys. We’ve spent a month cleaning. Bleaching, mopping, sanding, hauling trash, sorting, painting, more painting, scraping, spackling. You name it, it has eaten our lives. Wolf and I have been working so hard, we haven’t even had time or energy for sex! (oh the horrors!)

However, we are beginning to turn the corner, and will soon be moving into our new home. I will have a studio. Wolf will have an office. Better yet, we will have some private space. (do you have any idea of how hard it is to have a good spanking in a house full of people?)

And… I will be doing my best to write! Oh how I’ve missed writing!

Riddles on the Wind (5)

Please be patient. It’s taking a while to get back into the rhythms of writing. The latest death in the extended family has taken it’s toll. Just as we thought everything was settled down, life went to hell in that damned handbasket again. Hope you enjoy the latest installment… 

Jeffreys took the men to the train station the next afternoon. As he watched the train pull slowly out of the station, he could have sworn he saw a pack of wolves race the train. He turned to holler at the station master, but by the time he found him, the wolves had disappeared. On the last car of the train, he saw three of the men wave at him. He waved back.

Andre turned to Felix and Paul. “Damn close. That Mountie, he watch us.”

Paul nodded. “We grab the men pret damn quick. They dressed now. Hope no one count them tickets.”

The other two men nodded. They headed back towards the Second Class cars, where the rest of the pack sat. They watched the scenery flow by and then disappear as the night closed in. The men went in groups of fours or fives to the dining car to eat. They curled up and slept while others took turns on watch.

At dawn, the train stopped to pick up passengers. Some of the men slipped off the train so that when the conductor came through, the tickets matched the head count. As the train started up, Andre and Felix made certain that all the men got back on. When he went back into their compartment, there were two new men. They smiled at Andre. Not certain of what to do, he smiled back.

“You are?” he began to ask.

The first man stood. He towered over Andre. “Big Bear. Cree-Saulteaux. You… Not Metis like these wolf pups, but boss man, Aye?”

Andre nodded. The man’s braids were shot with gray, and hung past his waist.

“This Pasquah. No good son.” Big Bear smiled as he shook the slight built man. “We see your men run for train, and decide that we come too.”

Andre looked over at Felix to see how the shifters were handling the intrusion. Felix nodded. “So, you recognize my friends?”

Big Bear and Pasquah sat down on the floor and smiled. Andre took his seat. He waited to see what the two men would say.

“We see you run. The woods hide many things. Metis, they are a shifty bunch.” Big Bear laughed this time. The tension in the room eased, and soon everyone was chatting. When the conductor came by to ask for tickets, he took one look at the two Indians and then just kept walking. Later, some of the men went to the dining car and came back with sandwiches and sodas for everyone. Afterwards, some men slept while others talked. Big Bear moved over to sit next to Andre.

“You been out a long time.”

“Over three years.”

“Hard to be civilized. What brings you back?”

“My daughter.” Andre was trying to figure out how to explain this to a total stranger who seemed to know him better than anyone since his father-in-law, Brian.

Big Bear nodded. “Your wife, she with her?”

“Non. Dead up that Yukon.” Andre looked out the window, trying to hold back the tears. His emotions were still so raw even after all this time. He felt a warm hand on his. He looked back to see Big Bear looking at him as if he knew everything.

“Hunters?” he asked softly.

Andre nodded.

Big Bear nodded. They sat there in silence as the train clacked down the rails.

Edmonton train station was loud. Full of people. Andre and the pack huddled together. Big Bear had sent Pasquah off to find information.

“We want to head to Leithbridge and then up into the mountains. It is too much for some of us though.” Andre didn’t want to admit that it was too much for all of them. The Mountie had given them money for tickets, but the confusion and crowds were overwhelming them.

“Pasquah will find us. He has a friend. Let us go outside and wait on the grass.”

Andre nodded and the men followed him. Paul was trying not to growl under his breath, and David just looked lost. Once they were outside, the men began to relax a little. Andre thought back to Brian and his sons during the war and wondered how they survived the long sea voyages without going crazy. He was ready to run bolt himself.

An hour later, Pasquah loped across the lawn to where the men sat. He came to a halt in front of his father. “I found Uncle and he has a truck he will let us use.”

“A truck?”

“A big farm truck. We just need to pay for petrol.” Pasquah pointed back at a 1940’s Deuce and a half. It had the wooden sides and canvas top. Another man waved from the window. “We can take you wherever you want.”

Andre looked around at the pack. One by one, they nodded. “Let’s get out of the city.”

Five hours later, Andre pointed towards the turn that would take them up to the valley and home. As the truck rolled past the sawmill, Andre had a feeling of dread overcome him. There were more lights and houses than there had been when they left. He worried that there would be no one there who knew him.

“Turn down that lane,” he directed George, who was driving. George followed his directions until they came to a small house with a sign out front that read ‘Clinic’. “Wait here.” Andre hopped out of the truck and headed for the door. He knocked, and a moment later, Tilly opened the door.

Peanut Butter

With a sigh of pleasure, he opened his legs giving her free access to his balls. She massaged the peanut oil gently and then began to rub more onto his cock.

“Oh that feels so good Honey”

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned as she began to lick his balls. Her tongue ran up from the base of his balls. She licked up, down and around both sides.

He squirmed as his cock got harder and harder. He about shot his load as her tongue wrapped around the base of his cock and began to lick upward.

She giggled.

As scrambled as his brain was with pleasure, something was wrong. How could she laugh while her mouth was so wrapped around his balls. He struggled to understand as his pleasure built.

He woke with a start. He’d been dreaming. He could still feel her tongue on his balls, which confused him as the laughter seemed to come from the doorway. He flipped back the covers to see their dog licking peanut butter off of his balls with long loving devoted strokes. He screamed. The dog kept licking his balls.

She bent double with laughter in the doorway as she licked peanut butter off of the spoon.


(Yes, working my way back to writing! Another death in the extended family knocked me for a loop. But… I am working on making dedicated time for writing. Hope you enjoyed my little tease.)

Riddles on the Wind (4)

Oxford, 1972.

“Libby! Answer me!” Gabby pounded on the door again.

“Maybe we should get the bursar,” Betsy was torn between trying to force the door and fleeing downstairs.

Gabby stopped pounding on the door. “Fine. Go get him. Make sure he brings a key. I know something’s wrong. Libby wouldn’t miss class.”

Betsy ran down the stairs to the domestic Bursar’s office. She was back in a few minutes, with Miles Stour, the bursar. He was a bit out of breath, but he had the keys in his hand.

“Better not be one of your pranks,” he said as he opened up the door. He was about to give them more of his thoughts when the door swung open. The room was a mess. The two girls screamed at the same time as they launched themselves into the room towards a crumpled form on the floor. He was half way down the stairs when one girl screamed at him to call an ambulance.

“Sir? Will she be alright?” Gabby tried to ask the doctor as he moved down the hall and away from the room that they’d taken Libby.

He stopped and turned. “Are you one of the girls that found her?”


“Do you know where her parents are? Any guardian?”

“No. I don’t. Her parents were in Canada. Up doing some sort of research in the Yukon.”

He sighed. “Would the college know of anyone?”

Gabby thought for a moment. “No, but my parents might stand as guardian until someone was found.”

He nodded and gestured for her to follow him.

Three hours later, Gabby’s parents came out of the conference room to where Gabby waited with Joan and Betsy.

“Girls, Libby will be alright. She was terribly dehydrated and seems to have suffered some sort of seizure.” Gabby’s father paused to let this sink it. The doctors had feared drugs, which were beginning to be seen more and more in the Oxbridge circles, but there had been no trace in Libby’s blood. They finally wrote it down as ‘unknown seizure’.

“When can we visit her?” Betsy was still teary eyed.

“Tomorrow. The doctors want a few hours to bring her back. She’d been very near death. If you three hadn’t been worried, they might not have found her until it was too late.”

We’re very proud of you girls,” Gabby’s mum mentioned. “Now we need to find a way to contact her parents.”

The next day, with the bursar’s permission, the girls went through Libby’s room. They found her address book. After returning to Gabby’s rooms, they began calling people. They started with those of the same last name, Paquet. No one answered the first number. They moved on, and finally someone named Tilly answered the phone. It was some aunt, and she said she’d come as fast as she could. When they’d tried to describe where Libby was, the woman said she was English, and knew Oxford.

The three girls walked down the hall of the hospital, and waited to be admitted into Libby’s room. When they went in, Libby was curled up with a book, looking pale but better than when they’d found her. She looked up and smiled. Thank you.”

All three spoke at once.

“Anything for a friend.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Just so glad you’re alright. We called an aunt of yours, and she’s coming over,” Betsy explained.

Libby blinked. “Who?” Her voice was still a bit gruff.

“Tilly Paquet. She was the first person who actually answered a phone.” Betsy suddenly felt unsure. “We… we didn’t know how to find your parents.”

Libby nodded. “She’s alright. At least you found someone.”

“What happened Libby?” asked Joan.

Libby looked at the three, as they set down flowers, grapes, chocolate and their coats. She took a deep breath. “This will sound strange, but I was sitting in a the library when I had this horrid pain in my side. I thought I was going to be ill, right there in the Bodleian. I ran, and headed home, thinking I was going to be terribly ill, but all I could think about was my mum.”

“Your mum?” asked Gabby.

“Yes. I… I had this feeling that something dreadful had happened. That she is dead. Then I just curled up in a ball and cried. Next thing I know, I’m in hospital.”

“Did you tell the doctor that?” asked Joan.

Libby nodded. “Mum and Dad are up in the Yukon somewhere, and they have been terribly hard to contact. I hadn’t heard from them in a bit, and they should have contacted my aunts or my cousins by now. I…” She began to cry.

The girls moved forward to hug her.

Tilly moved through the airport and out to the nearest taxi. He loaded her luggage and headed for Paddington Station. From there she caught the next train to Oxford. The Churchhill Hospital was familiar to Tilly. She was dropped there by the cabbie at tea time. She was exhausted, but hoped that Libellule would be waiting for her. The nursing sister at the desk was brisk, but responded when Tilly informed her of the relationship to one of their patients.

“Come with me.” The sister walked briskly down the hall and then into a room.

Tilly followed and found that Libellule was asleep. “I’ll just wait for her to wake.”

The sister nodded and left.

Tilly made herself comfortable and waited. It didn’t take long before Libellule stirred, stretched and woke. She looked over to see a thin grey haired woman sitting quietly in the chair by the door.

“Aunty Tilly.”

“Libellule, how are you?” Tilly moved forward to embrace her niece.

“Tired, but better. Has… has anyone heard from Maman?”

“No. We can’t find them.”

Libellule nodded. “I think… that Maman is dead. I hurt so bad, yet no injury. An when I call for her, I can’t here her anymore.”

Tilly took this all in. Everyone knew that Libellule had been able to hear all of the shifters from the time she was very little. Only Celia had had that talent, and even she had limitations. “Are you certain?”

Libellule nodded. “I try and try. I hear all my cousins, I even here Granpere Buster. He crazy lonely.”

Tilly nodded. The whole family shattered in slow motion when Natalie died, and her husband Brian had never recovered. Those left in the valley did there best, but there were just too many people.

“Do you want to come home with me?” Tilly wasn’t certain what the right course of action was, but she had to offer.

Libellule thought for a moment. “I… I don’t know. Part of me wants to run to where I last knew they were, and the other part of me wants to run and hide. I have never felt so alone. I always here Maman.”

“Can you hear your papa?”

“Non. Sometimes I hear him, like the day he came to get Maman and I. Or when he is very happy. Now, I hear nothing. I worry. Papa, he will live so long and now…” Her voice drifted off.

Tilly stood up and wrapped her arms around her niece. “If you’d like, I’ll talk to the doctors and see if you can at least leave the hospital.”

Libellule nodded.

Two hours later, Tilly and Libellule left hospital and headed for the Royal Oxford Hotel. Room service brought tea and a light supper. The two women talked while they ate. Tilly made a few calls while Libellule took a bath.

“Yes, let me know the moment you discover anything. Thank you Rose.”

Life and Coloring Books…

I’m almost recovered from all that has gone on over the last three months. An SCA event, a music festival and lots of craziness with life in general. Wolf and I have been going to bed by 9pm! Gaaah! I will not even begin the rant that is “lack of playtime”. My goal is more writing, more sex and more “us time”.

However, on a funny note… my sister while looking for an Outlander coloring book came across a coloring book entitled “Color my Boobs“. Yes, the coloring book world had forayed into Erotica! There is one on sexual positions and cunts as well!