Where Beauty Sleeps

This one began entirely as a conversation, without any description at all. Some of you have wondered why there is so little dialogue in my stories, if any. First, because there seems to be very little time for speaking. Second, I’m not good at writing it. And mostly, because these are, after all, dreams.  Please remember these are all FICTION. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely for entertainment purposes only. After all, the great sculptors and painters used models for their art. I, too, require some inspiration for descriptive purposes. That being said, this one is slightly sad. They’re not really supposed to be together and his work, takes him away from her, out of the country for weeks at a time. She doesn’t want him to go.  Would you? Suggested songs: Angel of the Morning – Juice Newton Saudade Bandida - Zezé e Luciano    SC/sc

This was written some time ago, when the hero's hair was still it's warm, honey brown and the lady's auburn strands fell to her waist. Sadly, I’ve found this being relevant again. It is one of my favourites, for the image it conjures in my mind. The strong hero supporting his wounded and somewhat broken lover with the strength of his love and caring. Love isn’t always about the act of love making, all kisses and cuddles. Often, it’s about supporting one another, listening, sharing, putting all the little pieces of someone’s soul back together again when they’ve been shattered and just holding them while they cry. For anyone who’s ever wondered about ‘the shoulders’, this explains some of it. Sometimes, when the world gets to be too much, we just need someone strong enough to hold us and keep us from falling apart. Not a hero, necessarily. Just someone to love us enough to hold us and let us cry. Suggested songs: Break on Me – Keith Urban Lady Love - Michael Nesmith  SC/sc

Once upon a time, I wrote vampire fiction. That was a long, long time ago. There was beauty. There was love. And there was violence, in the taking of a mortal life to sustain another, an endless greed in that taking, however beautiful the words woven in the telling. Needless to say, I left that world behind. I was tired of existing in the darkness and felt a freedom in stepping away from those characters that had haunted me for so very long. This is an old story and one of my very favourites. It is very much unlike my previous works here. Still, it being Halloween, I hope you enjoy this look behind the vampire's kiss from her point of view. I should say, no silver-haired lovers were injured in the writing of this story. 😉 It is, in fact, based on another obsession altogether, from a time that no longer exists. Suggested songs: Love Son for a Vampire  - Annie Lennox SC/sc

Dreams are very personal things, aren't they? Woven from the events of the day and the secrets we keep during our waking hours, they are revealed in strange tableaux that often seem no more than jumbled images, half remembered by the morning. But every once in a while, there are those dreams that we can recall with perfect clarity. Those that leave their emotions so deeply imprinted on our souls, so real, that upon waking it is easy to confuse them with true memories. I have never had a man confide his dreams to me. There was one who would call me at work and quote poetry or little snippets of love songs. But no one has ever whispered his dreams to me in breathless words against my ear. If only. Whether as a memory or mere imagination, I invite you to dream with our hero for a little while. Suggested songs:  Storybook Love - Mark Knopfler & Willy DeVille and  I Just Can't Help Believin' - as sung by Elvis Presley SC/sc

This was written some years ago, in the late Autumn, when the wind whistles at the windows and the rains are cold drops of silver that sting your skin. The air is still now and the Spring rains warmer with the kiss of the sun. Still, it’s one of my favourites. It came from a wicked little dream I had and the idea that one can truly be an instrument in the hands of a skilled and attentive lover.   It was also meant to convey that pleasure can be imparted and enjoyed by any part of the body, not only those usually associated with love making. Don’t worry, no warnings for the faint of heart are necessary. It’s only an innocent bit of fun. Suggested song: When I'm With You by Sheriff SC/sc

It’s Valentine’s Day. Perhaps in their secluded world of dreams it is too? I won’t apologize for the length here. The tale is about romance, the sweetness that follows and precedes the dance of love. Inspired by a certain pair of hands, the never ending snows and the beat of a lonely heart, don’t judge me too harshly. I love too deeply, too naively, too completely. Besides, it is, as always, only fantasy. And no one will ever see this but me. Suggested song: What else for Valentine’s Day?   The Power of Love by Jennifer Rush SC/sc