#creative challenge

Hum / Noon / Page

Scar / Clearing / Marble

Halo / Embrace / Blossom

Open / Lonesome / Forget

Hold / Simple / Sleepy

Oath / Petrichor / Dew

Breeze / Daydream / Melody

Cloudy / Garden / Paint

Bubbly / Twilight / Window

Elsewhere / Forevermore / Path

Once again the words were out of me before I could think. It was like my instinct was driving, not me. 

“You’d better,” was all that she said before her lips were on mine. 

And oh my god did she know how to kiss. 

No. That’s not right. I’ve kissed women who ‘knew how to kiss’. This was different. It was like we were pre-coded to kiss one another.  

Flashes of homecoming victory kisses with ticker tape flashed in my mind. A homecoming not from war, but from lifetimes. 

My lips molded to hers, my tongue welcomed hers, both dancing together in easy partnership. There was no spoken agreement and there didn’t have to be. We deepened the kiss, letting it flow as natural as water in a creek bed. 

Her body lifted and her knees cradled my hips as she climbed my lap, hands finding stability on my shoulders. Mine landed on her waist like they were meant to go there all along. 

I hadn’t anticipated the flow of her movement, but I definitely wasn’t going to protest it either.  What I did take objection to was that my dick was suddenly confined against my leg. And only because it had started to swell. 

I unconsciously reached between us and adjusted myself in my slacks. I told myself that I had no expectations of needing to resolve it. I’d had enough practice on sets to know that my body sometimes reacted and there was nothing to be done about it. 

Did I want to? Oh hell yeah, it had been more than a minute since I’d had sex. But I’m a damn gentleman and decidedly an un-toxic male and I would not expect a damn thing. 

She, on the other hand, seemed to have no issue with the fact that I was half hard right under her. She didn’t grind into me, not exactly, but the way her hips rocked made it clear she was aware. 

After what could have been seconds or minutes, she pulled back from my lips, separating our mouths with a gentle smack. The moon haloed her and the clouds whisped out behind her like makeshift wings. 

“Jesus,” I breathed. 

“I did not invite him, hunny,” she said with a smirk. 

I shook my head, laughing softly. 

“I just meant, wow that was-” I seriously didn’t have a word that seemed right. Luckily, I didn’t need it. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “it was.” She looked down, as if just now realizing what her body had got up to while we were kissing. “Do you want me to -” She tilted her head sideways and tensed her legs as though to get off me.

“Please no.” I emphasized my words with a momentary gripping of my hands. Of course if she wanted to dismount, I wouldn’t stop her. “I like it. I like you.” 

“Is that so?” Her hands glided up my neck and into my hair line at the back. It gave me shivers and my half chub stood instantly at full mast. “For the record, I like you too,” she said against my lips. 

I pulled her body tight against mine, wrapping one hand around her low back as I kissed her. The second kiss was just as mindblowing, if not more so. Now she was full on grinding against me, making me moan into her mouth. I seriously forgot where I was, the cold stone at my back tertiary to the heat from her groin, the soft tug of her fingers in my hair, and the taste of her mouth.

“Austin,” she said with heavy breath when we broke apart, “how much of a nature boy are you?” 

To be continued...

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“There are no better words that you could have spoken,” I took his hand and lead him to the middle. That he could feel the stones told me more than I needed to know. 

They hummed hello and an eager tranquility rippled outward around us. Like they knew what could happen and were shh-ing themselves to pay attention. The city lights twinkled like faraway fireflies as though this place existed in more than just one plane.

“It’s a node,” I went on, “a place where lines cross. It’s pretty powerful.” I left it at that and he didn’t ask me to explain futher. 

I pulled out the blanket and laid it out against the western most stone, giving us a back to lean against as we watched the eastern sky. 

“How do you know…. this place,” he asked, not bothering to cover his awe as he sat next to me.

“It called to me. The owners don’t seem to know it’s here, in fact I don't think anyone else does. But things like this find me.” 

I did not say how the place begged me to ‘turn on the stones again’. I knew in my heart that this was my way in which I could help the tumultuousness of the world. Keeping my frequency high was important, but just as important was the caretaking of these natural sacred spaces. I had tried to ignite the stones on my own, but it was clear that I needed a yang to my yin, that both divine masculine and divine feminine were needed here. And once I understood that, how to do it was obvious. 

“What, are you like some kind of oracle or something?” he asked in a way that could be a joke, but was also honest. 

“Or something, yes.” 

He cocked his head, wordlessly asking me for more. 

“I’ve always felt the energy of things andpeople,” I shrugged, “for some reason rock people are very strong with me. I find places like this a lot.” It was true, everywhere I went I found them, from natural stone outcroppings to springs to forest glades that hummed with power. Earth was full of them if you just stopped to see them. 

“Interesting," he seemed genuinely curious, "so that hair on the back of my neck feeling?” 

“Yeah, that’s the stones and the lines interacting. Oo here she comes!”  

We were interrupted by Luna as she crested over the mountains. A sliver at first, then she expanded slowly.  It lit up the stones all around us. In my head a whole orchestra struck a harmonious chord. We both watched quietly as the moon lifted into her full orb. The treeline of the horizon silhouetted on her bright surface. It was always uncanny how much the light increased, making it feel nearly like day. 

I closed my eyes, breathing deep for one, two cycles. Opening myself up to the channels of power swirling at my fingertips. 

I could also feel Austin’s presence beside me. In my mind's eye, he glowed bright gold. He was more than just a handsome man that apparently was famous. He was magic, whether he knew it or not. 

“You are beautiful, you know that?” I heard him say. My eyes opened to him staring at me with that impossibly handsome face. 

I’ve been told that it’s not well thought of to appear contrary when a handsome man calls you pretty. Taking a compliment wasn’t hard for me per se, but this man was used to the perfection of his peers, however ‘surgically assisted’ they were. I was far from that mythic ideal and had no intention of trying to pretend I could compare.   Don’t get me wrong, I love my body and care for it on the regular, but I wasn’t into chasing the facade of what passed for beauty in the world of celebrity. 

“It’s definitely the moonlight, makes mundane things more magical,” I joked. 

“You are anything but mundane. I mean it. I thought you were beautiful the second I saw you at the party.” 

“Yeah but I can't compare to those actresses and famous people you are probably used to.” Yup I said it, out loud. 

“Yeah, true,” he nodded his head. I wasn’t sure what I had expected by way of a retort, but it wasn’t agreement. Still, I was glad he was coming to his senses. Then, he hit me with a double whammy.  One: those eyes of his lifted and bored into my soul, two: the words “They don’t hold a candle,” came out of his gorgeous mouth. 

How he knew exactly what would cut my inner monologue to shreds, I don’t know. But holy fuck it did. It also made me feel like a shy school girl being asked to prom.

“Thank you Austin,” I conceded. I mean how could I not. It was a perfect fucking retort delivered in the perfect fucking way.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted out.

To be continued

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Day 14 Least Favorite Roll 

Kit’s descent over the railing had shocked me at first. Then I figured why not. I’d never snuck out of a party quite so dramatically before. 

She led me through the quiet and darkened house quickly, grabbing a blanket and shoving it in a bag on the way out of the door. 

We drove for about a half hour up into the hills, away from the city. Somehow she routed us on roads I never been on and that were nearly vacant apart from the huge estates. It felt like a whole different world from the one I knew. She asked interesting questions that made me think. None of them were digging into my feelings as an actor or what drew me to the project, or what my favorite/ least favorite rolls had been. It was so refreshing and I felt myself opening up to her. 

I told her a funny story about my mom, one I hadn't thought of in years. 

Kit’s laugh was infectious.  

“Do you mind if I inflict my taste on you?” I asked to break the silence. 

“I’d be happy to taste… whatever you like,” she said slyly. Her alto voice poured over me and I had to breathe deep to keep it together.

I punched play on my list, a mix of old and new songs that I was into just now. 

“I’m sorry if my music tastes are older than you like,” I said jokingly as Fleetwood Mac came on.

“You don’t know how old I am,” she retorted almost immediately. 

“It doesn’t matter to me” I backpedaled. I figured she was over thirty, but not by much.

“It doesn’t matter to me either,” she giggled, “but it might change your mind about having my number.” 

“Not poss-” I started, “wait, a minute I don’t have your number.” 

“Oh!  Well then,” she snatched my still open phone off the charger and typed in her number. “There, problem solved.” 

She didn’t text herself to get my number, which I thought was either a wasted opportunity or profoundly respectful. She did take a contact photo of herself. 

“Thanks?” I said

“You are welcome,” she said with overt confidence. “I guess we’ll see if you nudge me or text me for breakfast in the morning.” 

“Breakfast? Are you asking me out on a date?” I figured if she was being bold, I might as well be too. 

“Well it is the most impotent meal of the day,” she said matter of factly. 

I turned and looked at her, trying to keep a straight face , “Impoent?” 

She snorted and I couldn’t help but start laughing myself. 

“I meant important!!” she laughed hard, not at all embarrassed. As her laughter abated, she smiled a genuine smile and put her hand on my knee. “Otherwise my attempt to seduce you is gonna go tits up.” 

The comment sat between us like a fire in my belly. My knee burned, hot, right to my dick. It would be hard to deny that I wanted her. 

Eventually, we stopped at a gate, she told me the gate code and it opened. 

“I’ve sat here before, they said I could come at any time,” she explained, sending a text to, I assume, the owners.

As we drove in and the gates closed behind us the lights of the city seemed to fade.  She pointed out a parking spot to the left. I couldn't see a house anywhere. This had to be a big property.

We got out and walked for another 10 minutes up a darkened hill. There was no path and I wondered briefly if I was being kidnapped into a cult or lead to certain doom. Honestly, if she were truly as she seemed, I wouldn’t mind that one bit. 

Then suddenly we were there and  I knew it before I saw it.

Jesus, I could feel it on the back of my neck. We stepped into a rock outcropping. Shadows of stones seemed to stand all around us, not perfect enough to be man made, but clearly a circle. The ground under my feet seemed soft and springy. 

It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. 

“What is this place? It feels sacred.”

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