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Hello, and welcome to Six of the Best once again. I’m trying to bring you new material every Sunday, and since I have so many books to work with, that’s easy and it’s hard. What do I share next? This week, I’m not trying to sell you anything. This story is free right here on my site, and it’s easily one of the most popular of my short stories. It’s titled, “Kevin: A Man of Discipline.” The story is about Kevin Watson, a loving sadist. I know that seems like an oxymoron, but in his case it definitely is not. You can find out how he came to be the way he is and what it means to him in his story. It’s told entirely from his point of view. Remember: it’s FREE!

Kevin - A Man of DisciplineHere are my six paragraphs.

I remember in high school, how I was the smart guy to whom people turned when they couldn’t understand the homework or needed an answer to a problem with a girl. I guess I was like Cyrano de Bergerac, writing love letters that would bear another man’s name. It was an awkward time for me. But eventually, I found a girl who wanted me for me. Teenagers that we were, there were constant issues to be dealt with. After a while, I had to step away from that relationship because her behavior was too emotional and erratic and began to be something I had to manage more often than I liked. I took control of the situation, but I was still pretty green, and my ham-handed arm chair psychology left us both unhappy and alone.

But in college, I tried a few new things with the girls I dated. After a while they weren’t so callow, and there was more order than chaos.

I had a lovely girl my sophomore year. Her name was Tasha. She was a beautiful woman, with soft, light coffee colored skin and bright sloe eyes. I thought I was in love with her, and maybe I was. At the time, I didn’t know what love for a woman really meant—my parents were fractious and sometimes distant with each other. My mother got a wild hair up her ass one year and adopted my baby sister, Loretta. I was thirteen at the time. It was a crazy, emotional decision, but my father went along, so there we were, suddenly a family of four. That took some getting used to, but I adapted.

After I got into Princeton, Tasha and I spent more than a few hours babysitting Lori as she moved beyond babyhood, and I have to say, if I’ve ever loved anyone, truly loved a person for everything she is and the potential she has, I loved my baby sister.

That kind of love came more naturally to me than the kind of love Tasha was trying to find, and although I felt some emotion for her, I don’t know how I’d label it—or for that matter, whether a label is even necessary.

Tasha was a very sensual person. She loved sex—everything about it. And, with a young man’s raging hormones, I was ready, willing and able to indulge her. There were things I’d seen during a trip to Amsterdam with my father, magazines and adult comic books, that left a lasting impression on me. I was drawn to the Sadomasochistic stuff the most—not blood and destruction, but the expressions on the faces of the participants pulled me in. I wanted to try some of those things with Tasha, and she was more than willing to accommodate me.

You can read the entirety of Kevin’s story on my site, for free. It does contain BDSM, and is an adult story. I would say it’s not safe for work, so please keep those things in mind as you read it.

After reading the story, you’ll want to bop around to the other Six of the Best authors’ sites. Just follow the links below.


Welcome! I’m participating in Weekend Writing Warriors (this is the link directly to the hop) again this weekend, but instead of sharing another snippet from Rescued by the Spy, I’m going to share a bit from a new short story, resident here on my blog and absolutely free. It’s called “Among the Trees, There are Dreams” and it’s an erotic fairy tale.

Among the TreesHere’s my segment:

The villagers 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 listened 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.

The short story is told in two segments. It’s part of my Short Stories in Five Minutes series, and each segment takes less than five minutes to read. I hope you’ll come back to read this free shortie, and moreover, I hope you enjoy it.

Have a lovely weekend!

Hello and welcome to Part 2 and the end of this free short story. If you missed Part 1, it’s here.

This segment is about 600 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

“You!” he cried.

“Leave this place,” she said, trying to show command with her voice, though it was shaky. Turning away, she hoped to walk away, leaving him behind, though in her heart she was drawn to him in a frightening way.

He shot up and took her hand, stopping her progress. “No. I came for you. I saw you in my dreams. Fate would have us together, Sondja.”

Trembling, she turned to him. “How do you know my name?”

“I heard it on the wind. I saw it written in clouds. I have longed to know the woman behind it for many years. I have traveled far.”

Indeed, he had a deep accent, though she could not place it. Still, he spoke her tongue well enough. Perhaps… Would Fate have drawn their threads together, entwined them as they’d been entwined in his dream?

“I saw your dream,” she told him. “I have the sight. I know what you want me for. I cannot.”

“No! That is not all. I know you have the power of hearing dreams. I saw you, but could never touch you or speak to you, as I slept. Until I came upon you in this forest today, I thought you were a dream never to be found in this life.”

His words stirred her; vague memories were ghosting back. Memories of her own dreams and a mate she thought only fiction. “Perhaps I am,” she whispered.

Darter raised her hand to his face and rubbed their skin together. Electric shocks traveled up her arm to sting her nipples, but she didn’t want to withdraw from him. Something compelled her to stay, to touch him. To know his waking thoughts and learn about him.

“No, you are real,” he murmured against her palm. “I have found you. We are destined. Fate has matched us.”

Sondja suspected this was true. Fate had done much to influence her decisions. She’d been fated to be apart from the villagers. She’d been fated to stay alone until a distant day of mystery. Even in her dreams, she had not been shown how she would end her days. Perhaps he was her destiny. Certainly, she was not afraid of him. Her heart felt he knew her, and she him, though she’d never met him before.

A kiss. A tender kiss would be all she’d need to know if this was a delusion.

Sondja allowed herself to step toward him; in fact, she was compelled. He took her in his arms and held her close, then reached up and tilted her face toward his. When their lips gently met, the kiss made her shiver down to her toes. It was as though she’d found a piece of herself, long missing, so long in the past that she’d nearly forgotten it.

“Darter…” she whispered as their breaths mingled.

“Sondja, come with me. I live in a hamlet on the other side of the forest. It is far from here, but not so far that we cannot walk there together. Gather your things and be with me. Be my love both within my dreams and without them.”

Her gaze locked with his. He was so serious, so sincere. The blue of his eyes shone with love. In that moment, Sondja knew she would go with him. She would live until the end of her days with him. Her heart sang at the realization that she would no longer have to be alone. His dreams would be her dreams, waking and sleeping.

“Aye, I will go.”

He smiled and spoke not a word. There were no words necessary. They had dreams, and that was enough.

The End

Thank you for following along with this serial short story. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave comments on any segment. Fairy tales are not new to me. I’ve written three. If you liked this one, you’ll most likely like The Princess and the Huntsman. Please take a look at it here to see if it’s right for you.

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