I wanted to start the new year with a taste of what's to come in the near future.
For those of you waiting patiently for the next installment in the Immortal Desires series, Demon Among Wolves, I'm currently working on this story and the next. I've struggled with this next story because it will prove to be a turning point in which the entire focus of the story will change. Some Characters will die while others are introduced, and the real main character to the series will be introduced.
Anyway, I continue to write short, fun stories full of intrigue and sensual naughtiness. Soon I will be finishing the next installment in the popular storyline of Wendy Parker -- exhibitionist, voyeur, and fiance' to Rick. Here's an excerpt from the story. This is an excerpt from the upcoming story, Center Stage. Enjoy:
Trip and Fiona led us to our seats. I felt like we were in a
grand processional with Trip in front of us and Fiona pushing us along from
behind. Aside from the ushering, our seats were wonderful--right up in the
front row and center stage. The theater buzzed with a kind of hushed expectancy
as if all the patrons knew that something exciting was about to begin. I
wondered if all the couples were given special invitations, or if there was
some other means of gaining access to whatever event was going to take place
here tonight.
The event started with all the fanfare and hoopla of a
circus. A tall muscular man moved forward as the curtain opened. He wore an
elaborate mask with long feathers curling over the top of his head, and a long
beak nose extending in front. Other than his mask, he wore no clothing except
for a small g-string that looked like it was made for a woman. The small pouch
in front barely covered an enormous bulge. It could have been the minuscule
amount of fabric covering him but he appeared extremely well-endowed--more than
extreme--his size was such that he might have been best suited for a carnival,
or side show. It suddenly occurred to me that this was going to be a grand
exhibition, and I settled into my seat for something I knew I was going to
enjoy.
The first act was a woman contortionist. She bent and
stretched in unnatural but sensual ways that seemed to defy the limits of the
human body. Another woman joined her, performing some kind of sensual Eastern
style dance as the contortionist moved into the background and disappeared
behind the curtain. Shortly thereafter, a man joined the woman in her dance.
She was wearing a dress made of loose-fitting satin and sheer material, while
the man wore loose pants and a vest. Their costumes made them appear almost
like an Eastern Indian prince and princess. The couple joined in an embrace,
and as they spun away, the man held a piece of the woman's dress. It unraveled
as she turned until the remaining fabric fell from her body, leaving her
completely naked on the stage. They danced around each other in a kind of
mating dance one might see from birds, and on the next pass, the woman pulled
the vest from the man's shoulders. When they again embraced and broke away, the
woman carried with her, the man's pants. They must have been held to him with Velcro.
Their dance continued, both of them now naked, until it evolved into a series
of embraces and movements in which the man lifted the woman or she slid around
him in some provocative manner.
Just as the act was ending, Trip and Fiona got up from their
seats in unison. Trip whispered, "we'll be right back" as he passed
in front of us. I wondered where they were going, hoping they weren't leaving
us alone in this theater full of strangers. I looked around and saw most of the
other couples getting very comfortable with each other. Although I would never
admit it out loud, I'd secretly wished I was one of those acts up on the stage.
Rick and I could sure find a way to entertain the audience.
Rick whispered, "look, the next act is starting," and caught my
attention by placing his hand on my knee and moving it
ever-so-cautiously upwards until he reached the hem of my short skirt.
A little shiver climbed up my spine and I mentally dared him
to continue moving his hand up my thigh. Sadly, he didn't bite. He was preoccupied
with the stage. A series of long ropes of fabric were lowering from the
ceiling, and music began pumping through unseen speakers. It was the kind of
music one might expect to hear in a strip club while men threw money at a woman
climbing seductively up and down a brass pole. After the fabric stopped moving,
falling into place a mere foot or two above the floor, a woman appeared through
the curtains at the back of the stage. The woman was completely naked except
for ballet shoes and a ribbon to hold her hair up. Her body was sleek and
toned, and she moved onto the stage with a grace found only in well-seasoned
dancers. I was drawn to the fluid motion of her tight muscular body as she
wrapped her arms around both lengths of fabric and easily hoisted herself off
the floor.
I felt Rick's hand slowly inching up my thigh as the truly
talented woman on stage managed to get her legs wrapped around the sheets of
fabric and perform the splits, exposing the entire audience to all her frontal
assets. Although I would never admit it if asked, I found her not only talented
in a physical sense, but quite sensual and artistic in her fluid movements
along those threads of fabric. She slid slowly down the long sheets of fabric
as the lights in the theater dimmed. Darkness enveloped the entire space as she
touched the floor, and after she left the stage, a spotlight turned onto the
curtains. I am still to this day not sure, but I think that when the curtain
opened, my jaw actually dropped.
For those that may not have read the previous exploits of Wendy Parker, I will tell you that her adventure started not so long ago with a mistaken peek into someone else's apartment. Her decisions and actions led her into the exhibitionist and voyeuristic lifestyle. She soon drew her boyfriend, Rick into her activities. In her second story, Wendy continues her practices on a business trip to Seoul, South Korea, bringing Rick along, where her trip ends with a proposal of marriage.
Center Stage may be the last in this short series but fear not, there are others in the works.
