Free Short Story: Among the Trees, There are Dreams

March 4, 2015 Posted by Patricia Green

Dear Readers, the winner of the personal page prize for my site from the Cold Nights, Hot Reads Blog Hop is Joye. All the other prize winners can be found on this page. Thank you to everyone who participated, and good luck on the next hop.

Now that we have that business taken care of… Today, I’m bringing you the beginning of another serial short story today. This is based on a writing prompt from Seventh Sanctuary, however, the story barely hints at the prompt. About all they have in common is the forest. Alas, my imagination isn’t restricted to other people’s story lines. I think you’ll like it, though. It’s a bit of a fairy tale, and full of romance. There is a sexy part, though, so use your discretion when choosing where and when to read it.

This segment is about 800 words long, so should take you less than five minutes to read.

Among the Trees

Among the Trees, There are Dreams
by Patricia Green
© Copyright 2015 Patricia Green
All Rights Reserved

I hear my own voice. I feel the touches. I am the union. I will find him.

Sondja stepped daintily through the forest leaves and twigs, her ghillies protecting her feet, though she knew the trees and their fall would never harm her. She was of the forest, it was part of her. In the pre-dawn, she had awoken to the voice–a familiar voice, though she could not place it–calling her name not far away. Voices in her mind were not new to her, she’d heard them her whole life, especially in the dreaming hours. But this voice was vaguely remembered, tender, passionate, deep and resonant. So she followed it.

The man lay among the leaves, having made himself a rough bed on the ground. He was wrapped in his cloak, protected from the new Autumn chill. He was dreaming, of course. She could only hear the voices when they were dreaming.

In this case, he was dreaming of her. Sondja reasoned that he must have seen her the day previous, possibly when she was out gathering wild mushrooms and berries. She was so often lost in her own thoughts when she communed with nature, making her apologies to the things that gave her life when she had to harvest them. But it was unusual for anyone but her to be out in the middle of Briarwood, where few cottage-dwellers came. They thought the forest haunted, which was not true, but it served Sondja’s purposes to let them think that. When she went into the village to trade her fruits and vegetables for fish and flour, she allowed them to think her fey and strange. They kept away, and that was her desire. She didn’t want the voices to bring her pain, make her too close to anyone. When they had nightmares, the images and their unconscious screams haunted her for a long time.

But this man, this intrepid man, had come into her forest. Why?

For a while, she sat beside him and listed to his dream. It was erotic, primitive, full of lust touched by tenderness. Although she’d experienced the sexual dreams of other people when she lived in the village, they had never been about her.

In his mind, they were locked in a naked embrace. His mouth, his hands, were everywhere on her writhing body. She could almost feel the hands as she sat there. They made her skin grow hot and her loins grow moist. He was envisioning her golden hair spread among the gold and red leaves; loose tendrils twined with the colorful fall until it was hard to tell where one left off and the other began. His mind gave her dream-self passion, and she felt his hips between her thighs. It was foreign, but in the dream it was as natural as breathing. She moaned; was it in the dream, or in reality that she voiced the sound?

His name was Darter, she knew it nearly as well as her own, though they had never met before. In the dream, she uttered his name, and when he pierced her veil, she called it out loudly. Nearby, where she sat eavesdropping, the trees trembled. It might have been the wind, but Sondja thought it was more likely the shadow of her pleasure. Because Darter did give her pleasure, both in the dream and outside of it. Her body shook with rising tension, and in the dream she squeezed him tight against her, her hips rising and falling with his thrusts. Sitting nearby, she eased her skirt up to her hips and touched her thighs, imagining his body between them, though imagination was hardly needed, so vivid was the dream.

He was muttering in his sleep, and she heard the words clearly in his dream, even while they were unclear and foreign in reality. He was telling her she was beautiful, that he wanted her, that he needed her. Aye, those things were true, at least in his eyes.

Outside the dream, Sondja felt his deep attraction for her, and she grew more wet, touching herself as he was touching her in his dream. His hand moved from where it had been pleasuring her even as he thrust, and she writhed beneath him, scratching his back in her throes, her hips rising and falling in the tempo of lust.

It didn’t take long, it was sudden, in fact, but pleasure shot through her and her head spun where she churned on the forest floor. His sound was guttural, and the forest sighed deeply when his seed came into her. Nearby, she gasped, squirming, finally removing her busy fingers because she could stand no more. The feelings were too bright, too powerful.

She felt far too close to this intruder. When he jolted awake, Sondja knew she was caught. There was no hope that she would run away before he saw her. She threw down her skirt and rose to her feet, even as Darter sat up and spied her.

Thank you for reading. The second half will be posted next week. Stay tuned.


Guest: Love in the Rockies, Corbin’s Bend

March 3, 2015 Posted by Patricia Green

LoveintheRockiesCBHello and welcome. As part of my Tuesday intro series, I am showcasing one novella within a six novella anthology. These are all books set in Corbin’s Bend, that fictional town in Colorado, where spanking is not only okay, but the norm. Everyone there knows what he/she is getting into, so there’s no duress or non-consent.

In this romantic Valentine’s Day collection, authors Constance Masters, Kate Richards, Kathryn R. Blake, Etta Stark, Ruth Staunton and Thianna D, each provide a little love story about familiar and beloved Corbin’s Bend characters. It’s an excellent way to step into Corbin’s bend and see what all the fuss is about. Six books for $9.99!

Today, I’m sharing one of the novellas, Knowing What She Needs by Thianna D. Thianna has a real knack for knowing what’s romantic, and expresses it very well in this story about Charmagne and Brent.

Winter has been oppressive too long and Charmagne Kendle feels like she’s about to climb the walls. While she loves Brent, his need to take care of others when she thinks he should be home with her comes to a head on Valentine’s Day when the community suffers a massive power outage and instead of spending the day with her and Kayla, he’s at the dome working on community stuff. She knows it’s illogical, but at the moment she doesn’t care.

Brent knows the woman he loves is stressed and has a surprise in store to help lessen it. When she explodes, he sets her straight with an over-the-knee spanking that turns into a night of passionate lovemaking. Once she calms down, he delivers the best Valentine’s Day gift she could have received. Stress gone and having reconnected in the best way, when help is once again needed from the man she loves, Char has a choice to make: Accept it willingly. Or Detonate. One decision controls their future. Will she make the right one this Valentine’s Day?

And here’s a charming excerpt:

Char felt languid as she slid out of the bed after Brent left the bedroom. Her rear pounded slightly as she moved, but she felt too good to care. Of course she knew the truth of the kind of relationship they were in and that a good, strong spanking tended to knock stress right out of her, but in the moment – especially when trying to protect the man she loved from hurt – it had all made sense to keep quiet.

Humming as she padded into the bathroom, she blinked at her expression. Her hair had gotten longer than she used to keep it, mainly because Brent loved it long, and was tousled and looked as though she’d had sex. Grinning at herself, she nodded. “Yes, I did.” And amazing sex it was. Well, every time with Brent was good, but even though he had put in extra insulation in both their bedroom and their daughter’s, they were a bit more cautious at home with the little cherub around.

It had been almost a year since he had pounded into her so roughly. Her puss ached this morning – for another good pounding. Of course, they probably had to get back relatively soon. It was a shame, really. It was a wonderful feeling being in a love bubble like she was right now.

After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she padded back into the bedroom, sliding between the smooth satin sheets and pulling up the blanket. Satin sheets. They really needed to get some. The door pushed open as Brent backed into the room, a large tray in his hands. His eyes alighted on her the moment he turned and lit up. “Morning, Charmagne. Thought you could use a healthy breakfast this morning.”

“Probably,” she agreed. “We didn’t eat last night.”

“True enough.” The tray was filled with scrambled eggs, sausage links, a hamsteak, a biscuit, and two large glasses of orange juice.

“Feeding an army?” she teased, picking up one of the forks and digging in.

“Yep. Need to keep you energized for round two…three…four…” He broke off and winked.

“Don’t you think people will wonder where we are?”

“Oh, they’ll figure it out soon enough.” Something in his tone told her he had reserved his cousin’s cabin, probably for the weekend, and that their daughter was already in the know.

“Wonderful man,” she said with a pleased sigh, before taking a bite of the eggs. It was nice to get away for a few days, just the two of them. It had been a long time since they had done so. Once she started eating, she couldn’t stop. Her stomach was on board with eating as much food as she could put into it. Brent munched on the few things she wasn’t partial too and in no time, the tray was just dirty dishes. “Guess I was hungry,” Char said with a laugh.

Picking up the tray, Brent sat it off the side on the floor, before sliding under the blanket and pulling her close.

“So how long are we here for?”

He nuzzled her nose. “Long enough.” It was evasive, but in this moment, warm in his arms, she didn’t really care. Benjamin and Jonathon could take care of Kayla as well as the two of them could. In fact, they had written it into their wills that if they both died, the two men were to become her guardians.

Besides soft touches and the fact his hand invariably ended up on her derriere stroking softly every few minutes, there was nothing animalistic about their morning. It was sensual and she felt entirely reconnected to him by the time he pulled away. “Tell you what,” he murmured, stroking her face as he looked deeply into her eyes, “I’m going to run you a bath and I want you to soak for at least a half hour.”

“Mmm,” she said, nodding. Looked like Brent was set on pampering her this morning and she was not about to say no.

You can get the Love in the Rockie’s Set in the following places.

Blushing Books


Barnes & Noble

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