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'DELICACY WITHIN D/s' ~ POETIC RAPTURE ~ (BK 1) ~ THE GENTLE DOMINANT ©JL Thomas 2016 ~ LAUNCHING SPRING 2017

“Is such devotion, loyalty and delicacy within a D/s relationship really possible?”  © J.L. Thomas 2016  As my warm lips co...

Monday, 16 October 2017

QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT ©JL Thomas 2017 LAUNCHES NOVEMBER 2017


Quantum Entanglement ©JL Thomas 2017
novel two of the gentle dominant series LAUNCHES NOVEMBER 2017

 Also by J.L. Thomas
The Gentle Dominant
Poetic Rapture






For: Darius

 You, without knowing, have forever been imprinted within my thoughts, and therefore you will reside forever entwined within my soul.
- jl





Chapter One 
Three months later...
Monday, 2 November 2016
7.36 a.m.


Just another quiet, unassuming Monday... Or so I thought so.
   Taking a sip of my freshly, pod brewed coffee, I place my favourite scrabble designed mug down onto the breakfast bar, and look blankly at the small pile of this morning’s mail. Two brown envelopes which indicate to me that they are requests for utility payments. The three white ones, I assume are just the usual bumph of spam mail. I shove the unopened letters to one side – I’ll attend to those a while later. For some peculiar reason something makes me glance up, and as I look to across this small kitchenette of my studio flat, my vision falls upon the small photograph – A memory that I can’t bring myself to eradicate – that is secured by a heart shaped magnet on the door of the fridge. The photo is of Darius and I sharing... a tender kiss, and as I stare at the picture, I can’t stop myself from secretly wishing that I was, for one last time feeling his warm, soft lips brushing along mine – I am also secretly pining for him in another manner, for today is his twenty-ninth birthday, and that if all had been well between us, we could’ve been celebrating his special day together. I wonder how he will mark this day of his? Maybe with his film star chums? Maybe with her, Alice? Or maybe he’s chosen to spend it on his own? Probably not solitary I conclude – I just couldn’t envisage that. 
   A part of me will always continue to miss him, miss us dreadfully, but how could I go back to him after she, Alice, had made her presence known to us both on that fateful day when Darius and I had only moments ago rekindled our love for each other? I sigh with heavy sadness, and look back to the mail. Still choosing to ignore the task of opening them, instead, I turn to picking up this morning’s newspaper and having a perusal. As my vision settles upon the headline strewn across the top of the front page, the words jump out at me, each individual letter yanking at my heartstrings and then finishing their powerful onslaught by stabbing me straight through my already broken heart. I now feel anxiously sick to the inner core for the words have just informed me that Darius, the man I am still in hopelessly love with, while filming on location in Italy, has been involved in a serious motorbike accident. As I continue reading through the blur that has now misted over my eyes, the print brings around to my attention that he is at present in ICU and that his condition is life-threatening. He’s going to die? Horror engulfs me. Reciting his phone number off by heart, I glance at the time on my phone, 7.36 a.m. I shakily dial. The number is unavailable, and as my mind spirals into a total whirl of confusion and misery, and I try to work out what to do next, my landline gives an urgent ring. I rush over to the coffee table, almost tripping over and grab the receiver – Darius? 

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Saturday, 16 September 2017

I CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU' ~ QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT©JL Thomas 2017 BK LAUNCHES A/W 2017/2018


 QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT©JL Thomas 2017

AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER TWO

'I CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU'


"I cannot exist without you, Helena." ©JL Thomas 2017








Thirteen months later...
Sant'Angelo Hospital – Italy
23 December 2017

On this eve, the one before Christmas Eve, I stood by Darius’s side, and rested my hand upon the roundness of his left shoulder. Giving him a reassuring squeeze I then asked him if he was sure, after the last year and one month past, that he ready to see what the second (and hopefully final) heart operation had left imprinted upon his chest. Naturally, he paused, in indecision. After his hesitation had ebbed away, he nodded. Both of us stared straight ahead into the full length mirror, and as he shuddered, I whispered to his reflection, asking again if he was completely confident with his decision. He responded with a curt nod, and his long, lashes, he dipped. Coiling his fingers around the lapels of his hospital gown, his knuckles whitened, and it was then, as he drew open his clothing to reveal the aftermath of the sutured ravine that had once been stapled over the shaven flesh that coats his heart, I felt a deepening sadness surge through my veins. For what seemed like forever, we both fixated upon the site of past trauma, and we counted out each puncture mark that once aided in holding together the edges of the wound – One, two... pause... three, four, five... pause... six... On reaching the final seventh, we both shivered... lucky or unlucky number seven? His spine stiffened. Next, I came around to meet him. Rising onto my tippy-toes, I carefully draped my arms around his neck, toying with the rogue curl at the nape, and looked deep into his red, rimmed eyes. As our eyes simultaneously misted over, I found it within me to reassure us both with the following words, “Over time, the scar will fade, Darius.”
   He drew in the sharpest of breaths, and bowed his head so low that is was impossible for me to maintain eye contact with him. Our lips briefly swept along each other’s, and I quietly murmured to him that I loved him, that I have always loved him.
    “I love you too,” he wistfully breathed in – between my partly spaced lips.
   And while I pressed my mouth to his, he drew back a little, and he left me light-headed when he added, “I adore you so much, Helena, that you, without consciously realising it have become a tremendous, vital part of me. You are a part that I cannot, a piece that I don’t wish to, ever exist without.”
   Still absent-mindedly twirling with the rogue curl at the nape of his neck, I looked deep into his eyes and affirmed, “I understand, my love. And I feel exactly the same too.”
    “You do?” He sagged with an enormous sense of relief. “You can never be without me either?”
   Now sliding my hand around his midriff, being delicate so as not to pull him too close for fear of hurting him, I splayed my palm flush on his lower back and softly began to...


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Tuesday, 12 September 2017

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'IF ONLY....'

Chapter Two
Monday 21 November 2016
Amalfi Coast – Italy


“It hurts to breathe, Helena, because every breath I am trying desperately to take proves that I could never exist without you.”

6.30 a.m.
Standing among the winding olive groves, I look out to the Tyrrhenian Sea. Placing my motorbike helmet over my head, I pull it down while pushing my protective glasses up over the bridge of my nose. While I watch the sun slowly reach the peak of her early rise, as she subtly casts her soft glimmer over the azure blue water that stretches out for numerous miles before me, I greet this new day with the most heartfelt of smiles. Today is my twenty-ninth birthday. I am so very lucky to be alive, and not just systematically breathing in oxygen. Flipping open the lid to the small, red leather box that is nesting in the palm of my hand, I sigh heavily on seeing the heart shaped, diamond solitaire ring, glinting back at me. With Helena imprinted firmly in every single daily thought that has invaded my mind since the day I last saw her three months ago – I hope she has read my letters then she will know exactly how I feel, what I will always feel for her. I snap the lid shut, stuff the box into the pocket of my leather biker trousers while pledging myself this promise: Now that the shoot for my latest movie is at last in the can, and tonight as my private jet departs from the Aeroporto di Salerno Costa D'Amalfi, en route to Leonardo Da Vinci airport, I will, when I touchdown at Heathrow Airport, London, make my Helena my first and only call. I have concocted so many great plans for us both, for our future together, and I can’t wait to share each and every single one of them with her. She is the only woman I would ever take a blind risk for. She is my soul mate and that after time our time spent apart, I couldn’t be surer that she is the woman for me.
 Securing the clasp of my headgear underneath my chin, I swing my left leg over the weathered leather seat of my Harley Davidson, and curl my fingers around the handlebars. Gripping on tight, I prepare myself to take the final invigorating, super speedy ride down the coastline of this beautiful Amalfi coastline. Next, I turn the key in the ignition, and on hearing the engine of this beauty of a machine that I am seated upon roar like a magnificent lion who is king of his pack, a triumphant smile spreads across my face. Finally, I take a deep breath, whisper out Helena’s name – I’m coming for you, Helena. We are destined to be together – and as I take another draw of fresh morning air, I turn the throttle to its fullest pelt.
   I briefly saw it you know... I momentarily saw the ogre of a heavy goods vehicle on the wrong side of the road advancing precariously towards me. As it swayed and swerved uncontrollably, I tried to slow down, and steer out of its growling path but I couldn’t for my body had become stricken with a death defying, blind panicking fear... All I could think of at that particular moment in time was Helena and the last time that we had made love. We’d made up after the dreadful misunderstanding about, dare I mention her, Alice, and while we were in the after throes of our lovemaking for the shortest of moments, Helena and I were blissfully happy. Replete one could say, until I disappeared off and went for a shower. As I bathed, unbeknown to me, my phone became active, and that it was discovered by Helena... When I returned from showering, much to my horror, I found that she had left... left me... forever? And the reason why she fled was that the caller happened to be my ex submissive... that conniving bitch, Alice. She had risen like a phoenix from beneath the charred ashes, and as she did my world with Helena had imploded. After all this time, after giving the situation much careful thought, I’m sure that Alice had carefully planned to destroy my relationship with Helena with just one unanswered call. Well I won’t let Alice win... I will not let her ruin or quash my love for the woman that I will always hold a bright, burning candle for, my Helena.
   It’s getting darker for some reason, and all I can visualise through the dusk that is surrounding me is this exact image of Helena – With my naked body, I have her pinned beneath me. Her chocolate-caramel coloured irises are alight with an infinite love for me, for us... I’ve taken her to the precipice of erotica with my words, with my body and my soul, and watching her finally let go is pure breathtakingly beautiful. Her climax is ripping, raging through her svelte, sweat soaked body... and I am left... well I am left more than just being physically and mentally drenched within her love... I am in fact left wanting, needing, craving for so much more of her.
   As the latter scenario flashed all to briefly through my thoughts, much to my disappointment, as it began to fray and fade around the edges, my hearing heightened, and all I could translate were the bone-chilling sounds of splitting metal crumpling all around me – bringing me back to this fateful reality. As I became constricted, I cried out Helena’s name in desperate vain, and as an overwhelming blinding flash followed, I believe that I saw death extending its decaying hand to me, beckoning me forth with his bony, gnarled fingers. Within a split second as something jagged seared through my jacket, I felt the unknown object pierce the flesh that lies over where my heart is situated. Bile rose rapidly into my throat, and I was descended into the eeriest of darkness. Through the pain, the shock, and after making out the cloudless sky above me, I became aware that I was now lying flat on my back upon the dusty, knobbly road beneath me. My mouth was now filling with the taint of what I can only decipher as warm, life giving fluid. My natural instinct was to tilt my head to one side – thankfully I managed to do just that, spewing out blood that was almost on its way to choking me towards a certain death. As the pain jarred down my spine, my lungs heaved hard for fresh oxygen, and I began to gag furiously. While the entire contents of my stomach revolted, and I vomited, washing away the blood that was repeatedly filling my mouth, I began to ebb away, and as wave after wave of excruciating pains splintered throughout my entire body, the last thing I remember was the sound of sirens approaching way, way in the distance. I was now suspended in the bleakest of times... was there any way back for me? Did I have any chance of averting my imminent death? After all it wasn’t my fault that I am laying here all messed up and writhing in the throes of dying... Without Helena. It just isn’t.

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Thursday, 24 August 2017

'FINDING GABRIEL ©JL Thomas 2017


'FINDING GABRIEL ©JL Thomas 2017

For: 'C'

Gabriel and Charlotte.


‘A precious moment that has been stolen from one can never, ever be returned untainted’

-JL Thomas


Introduction


Jake Harrington, aged thirty-two, an affluent bachelor was to become my choice for the man that I wished to spend the rest of my life with. Now let me tell you a few key things about him and how our paths crossed.
At the time of our fated encounter, he was and still is to date, a billionaire. He also is the dashingly handsome CEO of a cache of elite and sucessful top modelling agencies strategically dotted around the world. His main agency, here in Manhattan is his pride and joy.
It was the day after my birthday, when I entered the building of his workplace, and that was the precise moment when cupid made his timely debut into my life. My romance with Jake began in the following way.
From the day I stepped into his lavish office, from the moment I first saw him, I was literally swept of my feet by not only his stunning, chiselled, and smouldering, good looks, but along with his charming personality, and his gracious manners, I was mesmerised. I knew there would never be another man that I would ever desire for so passionately – Or so I thought until much later on I met Gabriel.
Jake sensed that I was attracted to him, and at one point during the interview; he came around from his side of the desk, and asked me to stand up. I did. As my body slightly shook, he took my hand in his, kissed the tips of my fingers in turn and reassured me not to be so nervy of him for he could see something so delicate, so pure and hauntingly beautiful within me.
 No-one has ever done such a sensuous act like that to me before or said such eloquent words. I quivered as his warm lips had aroused my flesh, and I was now bewitched and held firmly under his encompassing spell. I for one, at that particular moment in time had no intention of looking backwards, only forwards.
The prime reason why I was here before him was because I was in the process of trying to launch my career into the dog-eat-dog world of glamour modelling. I didn’t think that he would be the one interviewing me for a chance to show off his latest collection of top of the range lingerie. I truly thought that the person who would be assessing me would have at least been his head of department.
He then asked me to seat, and as I did, he returned to his desk. Surveying him, as he flicked through my portfolio, I wondered what he was thinking as he lingered upon the last photograph of me – which I may say is the one picture that I think shows me in my modelling, true light – all ethereally shrouded in a red, lace trimmed, silk demi bra, coupled with a matching g string and to finish my look, I was sporting a pair of patent, red Louboutin heels that were secured around my ankles by satin red ribbons. 
            While tapping his Mont Blanc pen upon the desk, he then glanced up at me, and I believe I witnessed his chocolate-caramel, coloured irises ignite... As he slowly batted his long, dark lashes at me, he stared right through me. I crossed my legs in a sensual fashion, and he narrowed his gaze. I liquefied at that penetrating glare of his. And over time that particular look of his never failed to render me useless. Next, he brought me back to earth so-to-speak by smiling at me in such a sensual way that I was immediately drawn back into his magnetic aura. From that moment, without consciously realising, I had become his.
At the end of the interview, not only did he offer me the post with a handsome salary attached, he also invited to take me out for dinner that night to celebrate me becoming his next top model. I was so delighted that he had put his faith in me, and I was so dizzy with his flattery that without hesitation, I instantly accepted both of his offers. From from that evening on, I was propelled into a world that was dripping with wealth and seeped in unashamed luxury.
Jake and I had a very short, whirlwind courting which was rapidly followed by an over the top and rather lavish wedding. I was still a virgin at the time of the exchanging of our rings.  He had said right from the beginning of our courtship that he wanted to wait for our wedding night to deflower me. How very sweet and old fashioned of him. He was showing attributes of being the perfect specimen of a gentleman.
How misguided was I?
As it turned out I was very, very wrong.
And as you read on you will find out why I was mistaken by him and his charms.


 ©JL Thomas 2017


'Gabriel and Charlotte.'


Wednesday, 9 August 2017

POETIC RAPTURE ©JL Thomas 2017 CHAPTERS ONE AND TWO

 POETIC RAPTURE ©JL Thomas 2017







CHAPTER ONE

The Florist’s Boutique


Le souffle du bébé celeste
‘Heavenly baby's breath’

LATE SPRING 2014

There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired those most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming.
That is the one person who not only finishes your sentences but keeps the book.
 Author unknown.

HELENA


With a tone of utter amazement, my boss and my closest friend Angelica shrieks out the most piercing of sounds and sings, “It’s him, Helena. Honestly, I truly swear to you, that it’s most definitely him!”
While the shrillness of the sound of her voice makes me feel as if I have just jumped out of my skin, I shake my head from side-to-side for I am assuming that my boyfriend-less friend is off on one of her I am currently available and I am looking for a partner mission. Picking up the bouquet of red roses from the countertop, I place the floral arrangement to my nose and deeply inhale the delicate, fresh fragrance that is buried deep within the abundance of soft, dewy petals.
 “You have to see him,” she urges. “For I can guarantee you that when you set your eyes upon him you will most definitely find yourself swooning.”
“What on earth are you waffling on about, Angelica?” I exclaim. “And would you care to enlighten me as to what you mean by swooning?”
Amused, she gleefully questions, “Yes swooning. I know what it means but do you know what it means?”
“Of course I do,” I say. “It means to feel, to feel...” I pause, inhale another soupçon of the alluring scent of the flowers and add, “It means to feel, faint.”
Clapping her hands together, showing appreciation of my answer, the loudness of her actions making me jump yet again. She then tells me I am correct and replies,
 “And by the way, my dearest friend, I’m not jabbering on, but I am telling you, sweetie, that that man sitting across the road in that beautiful, vintage Porsche is most definitely that single, sexy screen god, Darius Carter.”
“Well as lovely as that all sounds, I don’t think it could be him. It’s not possible.” is it?
I shudder a little at the thought that there could be a slim chance that the mystery man may be him – and that there could also be a chance that he may be unattached. Darius Carter has always mesmerized me when I’ve seen him imaged in issues of celebrity glossy magazines. With him now firmly invading my mind, my fingers trembling slightly, I clumsily secure the green ribbon around the stems, as I go to try to fashion said ribbon into an acceptable looking bow, I hear her quiz,
“Why do you assume such a thing, Helena? Anything’s possible in life, don’t you think?”
Now feeling a tad curious at who this man may be, I shrug my shoulders, and reply,
 “I don’t know. It just can’t.”
“Well if you don’t know then come and take a look and then you will know.” She coerces.
I sigh, give in to her ask and swing around. While she waves a hand in the air, beckoning me forth, she hastens, “Quick, quick… Hurry before he decides to buckle up and drive off into the distance.”
On reaching the window seat, I plop myself down next to her, place the bouquet on the sill and gaze out of the window. When I see the mystery man run his hand through his mass of dark curls, by that gesture alone of his, my curiosity arises. I promptly arrive at the conclusion that a little spying on this man won’t do any harm, would it? So with my interest now stirred, I give in to this ridiculous scenario, playfully jab Angelica on the arm and say, “I’m going outside to sneak a closer peak. You are coming too?”
She jibes me back and giggles, “Of course I’m coming! You know how the old saying, Helena - Safety in numbers?”
“Yes, I do.” I laugh, “but I also know the other old saying that two’s-company and threes-a-crowd!”
Grabbing my hand, she titters, “Touché, Mademoiselle Helena.” Giving my palm a light squeeze, she rises to her feet, pulls me up and in a hushed whisper of a voice, as if she is guarding the holiest of secrets, quietly says, “Now I suggest that we stop wasting valuable time, go outside and begin our undercover mission!”
We’re both now tittering like a pair of naughty schoolgirls who have decided that to play truant would be much more fun than taking dreary, educational lessons, so as we step out onto the pavement, our childlike moment is interrupted by the shrill sound of the shop phone casting its urgent ring. Releasing hands, I turn to face her and suggest, “I think you’d better answer it, Angelica. It’s most likely our latest, overbearing bride-to-be, Ms Prim-and-proper!” I roll my eyes and pull a grimace. She mirrors me and we laugh again. Continuing, I say, “I bet Ms PP is panicking about her flower order again because the last time we spoke, she demanded that the next time she calls she wishes to speak to the boss, and since said boss is you, my dear friend, she’s all yours!”
Flaying her arms in the air, she wails, “Why oh why do I have to be the boss right at this particular moment in time, Helena?” she pitifully cries. “I so want to be you – the lowly paid understudy!”
I stifle a giggle at her drama-queen like performance, shrug my shoulders, and then sympathise with her that it’s such a shame that she is the boss. She then, with a hint of amusing annoyance upon her face, turns, and reluctantly marches back inside the shop. Now all alone, I look over towards said car and when I see the door open, and a pair of well-attired, long legs gracefully rotate out, for some reason, I find myself pointing my lashes down, only to quickly flick them open to finally see the mystery man in his entirety. It would appear that Angelica was correct in her assumption of who this man may be, for the aforementioned man is indeed Darius Carter. He is now casually lounging up against the side of his car and I have become even more curiously intrigued by him.
Trying to remain inconspicuous, I busy myself among the foliage and floras that Mother Nature’s beauty has provided, and as I come to the end of my make-believe-fumbling-flower arranging, I clap my hands to signal that I am satisfied with my work. Next, I don’t know what made me do this, but I span around on my ballet-pumps, stilled and then focused directly upon him. It appears that he too is carefully surveying me. While I held him in my stare, I became aware that my lips were curling up into an ‘O’ and my thoughts rapidly wandered off as to what it would be like to press my lips up against his and lose myself in a deep, lingering entwining of tongues. With my mind now crammed chock full of silly, girlish romantic thoughts, I broke into one of the sweetest smiles I could muster and tilted my head to one side. As the late spring’s breeze wafted through my flowing tresses, I smiled as he slowly removed his sunglasses. Those dreamy, steely-blue irises of his. A dead give-a-away. Confirmed – it’s most definitely Mr Carter.
While his stare penetrated my very soul, again I averted my gaze down, and turned around. Feeling a little overwhelmed at our silent contact - This is a form of quantum entanglement, isn’t it? – Two atoms colliding and never wishing to separate? I then, as elegantly as I could manage, walked back into my place of work. My mission had been accomplished!

I do believe right before my very eyes, the man of my dreams may, without consciously knowing, have just captured a small fragment of my delicate soul.
- Helena.






 

CHAPTER TWO

Outside ‘Heavenly Baby’s Breath’


LATE SPRING 2014

DARIUS CARTER


   After applying the handbrake to the latest addition of my ever expanding fleet of cars, I switched off the engine to my silver-grey Porsche 1958 356A Speedster and relaxed back into the seat. Feeling absolutely chuffed to smithereens with my latest choice of vintage extravagance, my frame of mind soon changed to one of a darker, broodier mood when I pushed back the pristine French white cuff that graced my wrist and noted the time on the most favourite of all my timepieces that I owned – A Blancpain Fifty Fathoms watch – it read, eleven-forty-five. Giorgio, my right hand man, had now been gone just a little over twenty minutes, and as I was due to attend a meeting, well more of a tête-à-tête, (one which I must admit to you that I am not looking forward to in the slightest) in just under an hour. I was beginning to turn rather impatient for his return. Now drumming my fingers upon the steering wheel, I narrowed my gaze and spied in the wing mirror. Hoping to see Giorgio striding down the street with my new pinstripe suit, fresh from the bespoke tailors of Saville Row carefully draped over his arm, I was distracted from looking out for him when my vision was drawn to a svelte figurine of a female across the road. She was wearing a rather unflattering, baggy, green tabard over a three-quarter length sleeved polka dot dress, and that ghastly uniform did absolutely nothing to flatter what I assume was an enticing petite figure hidden beneath. While I carefully surveyed her from head-to-toe, she appeared to be fumbling away with an array of flowers, vases and the like on the pavement outside the quaint little florist’s shop, which I noted was named le souffle du bébé celeste. Being affluent in French, among a few other tongue twisting languages, I translated said shop name as ‘heavenly baby's breath’.
“What a charming name.” I whispered out. So pure. So innocentmuch like her perhaps? Now wouldn’t that just be perfect if she was untouched, untainted by another’s hand?
Now curiously intrigued by this woman, I stepped out of my car, leant back up against it, and crossed my arms. Focusing intently upon my flower girl, who was now busying herself among the foliage and floras that Mother Nature’s beauty had provided, I don’t know why I couldn’t help myself from ogling her from the top of her head down to her tippy-toes, but nevertheless I was doing so, and truth be told I was rather enjoying the pleasant distraction from thinking about that damn elusive suit of mine and my forthcoming meeting with my soon-to-be, ex-submissive, Alice. On noticing the rich, dark colour of heavenly baby’s breath employee’s long tresses, I half-smiled, for this radiant beauty was much to my delight, a brunette, and over time, as you get to know me, you will realise that I have always had a secret penchant for hair tones of that particular shade. As she seemingly came to the end of her fumbling-flower arranging, she clapped her hands to signal that she was indeed finally satisfied with her art. I gasped out when I was taken by surprise at her following actions. She span around on her peachy coloured ballet-pumps, stilled and then to my utter and complete amazement she focused directly upon me. Removing my sunglasses, I blinked a few times, adjusted my vision to the soft hues of the daylight, and as she transfixed me within her magnetic stare, I was aware that my jaw had gaped. The reason for this mannerism of mine was because I had just seen her lips curl up into one of the most delectable ‘O’s’ imaginable, and it was then, without any prior warning, my darkest thoughts rose from deep within my soul and I found said thoughts wandering off into the direction of my personal room of pleasure.
Oh what I could do to this woman in the confines of that room. I can assure you that if I was so privileged to have her in situ, I would be feeding that pretty little mouth of hers with more than just an abundance of tongue claiming kisses.
Next, she broke into a very, very sweet smile – one that was almost too sugary for my tastes but nevertheless, it was an amusing expression, and I was quite looking forward to becoming acquainted with her mouth and, as the adrenaline began pouring into my bloodstream, in response to this hormonal onslaught, my heart reciprocated to the adrenal fluid by thumping wildly in my chest. The metronomic beats gained even more rhythm when she tilted her head to one side, and as the late spring’s breeze wafted through her free flowing hair, I was mesmerised. She finished me off so to speak when to my complete and utter amazement, she looked down at the cobbles beneath her feet and fixated upon the ground for what seemed to me to be for several minutes. Per-fec-tion.
 By her, well let’s call it a non-verbal gesture of submission to me, my manhood made no hesitation into joining into this chance scenario by letting me know it was too indeed aroused by her. While I mentally forced the pleasing sensation in my cock to ebb away, and thankfully said sensation did, I looked up to see that she, my flower girl, had disappeared from my view.

I do believe that the perfect submissive; one than I had been craving for, for so, so long, may have just been birthed right before my very eyes. For me, it was now just a matter of time before she wholly belonged to me.

-Darius


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Sunday, 30 July 2017

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Inverness
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Chapter Four


Darius

...In the wee, small hours of Christmas morning...

   ...With us both sitting cross-legged, and facing each, and with a tartan blanket draped over our laps, Helena leant into me, and with each undoing of the pearl buttons on my shirt, I could feel her fingers sweeping lightly along my chest. As she paused, lingering upon the pinking scar central to my heart, I shivered.  The reason for me shaking suddenly was not only because of the lightness of her delicate touch, but it was also because of the following, frightening moment from the past that had just resurrected from the hidden depths of my memory;
  Helena was standing by my side, and as she rested her hand upon my shoulder, she asked me if I was sure that I was ready to see what the operation had left imprinted behind upon my chest. I nodded, and as I stared straight ahead into the full length mirror, she again asked me if I was completely confident with my decision. Truth-be-told, I wasn’t feeling in the slightest bit sure, but I would never, ever, ever let the woman I love and cherish know how scared I truly was. That just wouldn’t do, would it? Grasping the lapels of my gown, I then, without hesitation, drew open my clothing to reveal the scar that had been left over the shaven flesh that coats over my heart. As I fixated upon it, mentally counting each pinking, puncture mark that was once holding together the edges of the wound, - the injury that aided Helena into coming back to me - my spine stiffened, and my stomach violently churned over. She then entwined her fingers with mine, and came around to meet me. Rising onto her bare tippy-toes, she tentatively draped her arms around my neck, toying with the rogue curl at the nape of my neck. She looked deep into my eyes, and as hers misted over, she assured,
     “Over time, the scar will fade, Darius.”
   So now, I am here and I am looking into her tired, red, rimmed, big brown eyes, I draw in a breath. –how I wish… how I want to be at one with her again. I am so determined not to let her see how shocked, how frightened I am at one again seeing the trauma left behind on my upper body, so I quickly regain my composure, and dip my head low so she can’t make eye contact with me.  I brush my lips along hers, and murmur to her that it would take a lot more than the brutal ripping of my heart to prevent me from living. She doesn’t say a word in response to me, and I guess at emotional moments like these in life, sometimes there is no need for the exchange of twenty-six mixed up letters of the alphabet.
   Presently, as I feel her lips settle upon my neck, I eradicate any negative thoughts from my mind, and while she slowly brushes my shirt from around my shoulders. I tremble. I now feel a little short of breath. I took in another gulp of air, and she raises her head.  Her eyes are cast with a dewy glaze. – Not a sad look, I may say but more of a look of sympathetic love and honest admiration. She is so beautiful, so gentle and so very alluring. – I don’t think someone like me deserves her unconditional love. 
   As she slowly bats her unmade-up lashes, she tentatively pushes her naked body into mine, seeking out my lips.  I hitch a breath, dip my head low and sweep my lips along hers. -She tastes of the sweetest nectar imaginable – I wish I could explain to you just how much I have missed her. Rolling my shoulders, I free myself from my shirt, and with my cuffs still secured; I extend my arms to her. My voice a quiver, I, like a forlorn child ask, 
    “Help me, Helena?” 
   She blinks, smiles and then obliges by taking my left hand in her right hand, and slowly trailing her finger along the centre of my palm.  When she reaches d my wrist, I can do nothing but watch in silence as she, with such gentleness, releases the wolf carved, onyx cuff-link from its hand stitched buttonhole. She then repeats her actions with my right. With the nakedness of my torso now on full display to her, she looks directly at me, and as I go to speak, within one fluid motion, she is kneeling behind me, the blanket trailing with her. With the warmth of her skin upon my bare back, I let out a deep sigh – she feels so very comforting. Wrapping her arms around me, while she holds me, she whispers into my ear, 
    “Make love to me, Darius? I’ve missed us so, so terribly.”
Her gentle voice alone is enough to bring some self-assurance back to me, and so as she whispers to me that she is going to strip naked, I stand up, shimmy out of my trousers and silk boxers, while she undresses, and I then re seat myself before her.  Placing my hands upon my upper thighs, I bow my head and momentarily fixate my stare between my legs. On seeing my manhood standing proud, I then find myself emitting the hugest sigh of relief imaginable. The reason for my gasp was for the first time since my accident, I have finally succeeded in... Well let me just say, my physicality has finally returned! 
   With my courage now fast returning, I shuffle around to face her, and within moments we are entwined within the softness of the sheet sized, blanket. Shakily supporting myself on my elbows, as she breathes out my name, and admits to me how much she loves me, my heart swells and my confidence  peaks, and once again within the moments that follow, I found myself cosseted within the safety of her undying love.  
    I am now one hundred percent ready to ask her a question that will, hopefully if she answers me positively, change our lives forever.


                                                                  ©JL Thomas 2017



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Saturday, 27 May 2017

QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT © JL Thomas 2017 ~ 'IT HURTS TO BREATHE' ~ AN EXCERPT FROM FORTHCOMING BOOK TWO OF THE GENTLE DOMINANT SERIES.



 'IT HURTS TO BREATHE'

 © JL Thomas 2017





Chapter Two

Monday 21st November 2016
Amalfi Coast – Italy

“It hurts to breathe, Helena, because every breath I am trying desperately to take proves that I could never exist without you.”

6.30 am...

  Standing among the winding olive groves, I look out to the Tyrrhenian Sea.  Placing my motorbike helmet over my head, I pull it down while pushing my protective glasses up over the bridge of my nose. While I watch the sun slowly reach the peak of her early rise, as she subtly casts her soft glimmer over the azure, blue water that stretches out for numerous miles before me, I greet this new day with the most heartfelt of smiles. Today is my 29th birthday. I am so very lucky to be alive, and not just systematically breathing in oxygen. Flipping open the lid to the small, red leather box that in nesting in the palm of my hand, I sigh heavily on seeing the heart shaped, diamond solitaire ring, glinting back at me. With Helena imprinted firmly in every single daily thought that has invaded my mind since the day I last saw her three months ago, - I hope she has read my letters then she will know exactly how I feel, what I will always feel for her.
  I snap the lid shut, stuff said box into the pocket of my leather biker trousers while pledging myself this promise: - Now that the shoot for my latest movie is at last in the can, and tonight as my private jet departs from the Aeroporto di Salerno Costa D'Amalfi, en route to Leonardo Da Vinci airport, I will, when I touchdown at Heathrow Airport, London  make my Helena my first and only call. I have concocted so many great plans for us both, for our future together, and I can’t wait to share each and every single one of them with her. She is the only woman I would ever take a blind risk for. She is my soul mate and that after time our time spent apart, I couldn’t be surer that she is the woman for me.
  Securing the clasp of my headgear underneath my chin, I swing my left leg over the weathered leather seat of my Harley Davidson, and curl my fingers around the handlebars. Gripping on tight, I prepare myself to take the final invigorating, super speedy ride down the coastline of this beautiful Amalfi coastline. Next, I turn the key in the ignition, and on hearing the engine of this beauty of a machine that I am seated upon roar like a magnificent lion who is King of his pack, a triumphant smile spreads across my face.  Finally, I take a deep breath, whisper out Helena’s name; ~ I’m coming for you, Helena. We are destined to be together- and as I take another draw of fresh morning air, I turn the throttle to full its fullest pelt.
... I briefly saw it you know... I momentarily saw the ogre of a heavy goods vehicle on the wrong side of the road advancing precariously towards me. As it swayed and swerved uncontrollably, I tried to slow down, and steer out of its growling path but I couldn’t for my body had become strictured with a death defying, blind panicking fear... All I could think of at that particular moment in time was Helena and the last time that we had made love. We’d made up after the dreadful misunderstanding about dare I mention her, Alice, and while we were in the after throes of our lovemaking for the shortest of moments, Helena and I were blissfully happy. Replete one could say, until I disappeared off and went for a shower.
  As I bathed, unbeknown to me, my cell became active, and that it was discovered by Helena... When I returned from showering, much to my horror, I found that she had left... left me... forever? And the reason why she fled was that the caller happened to be my ex submissive... that conniving bitch, Alice. She had risen like a phoenix from beneath the charred ashes, and as she did my world with Helena had imploded. After all this time, after giving the situation much careful thought, I’m sure that Alice had carefully planned to destroy my relationship with Helena with just one unanswered call. Well I won’t let Alice win...I will not let her ruin or quash my love for the woman I still hold a bright, burning candle for, my Helena.
  ... It’s getting darker for some reason, and all I can visualise through the dusk that is surrounding me is this exact image of Helena- With my naked body, I have her pinned beneath me.  Her chocolate-caramel coloured irises are alight with an infinite love for me, for us...I’ve taken her to the precipice of erotica with my words, with my body and my soul, and watching her finally let go is pure breathtakingly beautiful. Her climax is ripping, raging through her svelte, sweat soaked body... and I am left... well I am left more than just being physically and mentally drenched within her love... I am in fact left wanting, needing, craving for so much more of her.
 As the latter scenario flashed all to briefly through my thoughts, much to my disappointment, as it began to fray and fade around the edges, my hearing heightened, and all I could translate were  the bone-chilling sounds of splitting metal crumpling all around me - bringing me back to this fateful reality. As I became constricted, I cried out Helena’s name in desperate vain, and as an overwhelming blinding flash followed, I believe that I saw death extending its decaying hand to me, beckoning me forth with his bony, gnarled fingers Within a split of a second as something jagged seared through my jacket, I felt the unknown object pierce the flesh that lies over where my heart is situated. Bile rose rapidly into my throat, and I was descended into the eeriest of darkness’s. Through the pain, the shock, and after making out the cloudless sky above me, I became aware that I was now lying flat on my back upon the dusty, knobbly road beneath me.
  My mouth was now filling with the taint of what I can only decipher as warm, life giving fluid; my natural instinct was to tilt my head to one side- thankfully I managed to do just that, spewing out blood that was almost on its way to choking me towards a certain death.  As the pain jarred down my spine, my lungs heaved hard for fresh oxygen, and I began to gag furiously. While the entire contents of my stomach revolted, and I vomited, washing away the blood that was repeatedly filling my mouth, I began to ebb away, and as wave after wave of excruciating pains splintered throughout my entire body, the last thing I remember was the sound of sirens approaching way, way in the distance.  I was now suspended in the bleakest of times... was there any way back for me? Did I have any chance of averting my imminent death? After all it wasn’t my fault that I am laying here all messed up and writhing in the throes of dying...Without Helena. It just isn’t.

8.35 a.m.
  From out of nowhere, my subconscious whispers, 
   “You do know that you’re not quite dead yet, Darius don’t you?”
   “I’m not” I sigh with exhaustion. “So if I’m not dead then what do you call this? A moment of divine grace...perhaps?’ 
  ‘Not really...”  My subconscious replies...  “It’s about your heart... It has one beat left before the Sino atrial node...the pacemaker cuts out... I’m afraid my dear chap; you’ve just about run out of charge.”
   “What do you mean; I’ve just about run out of charge?”
   “Shhh, Darius.... Don’t fret.... You’ll see what I mean in just a second....”
  One second later...
  ...With the metallic taste of blood still fouling my mouth, I try to purse my cheeks, and form some saliva with the intent of washing the awful taste away but I can’t for there is something alien invading my throat. Forcing my tender eyelids to open, and as they slightly part, I can just about make out some vague shapes surrounding me. This experience is all very alien to me, and I’m feeling extremely frightened, -Where are you, Helena? I need you by my side.
   “Statistics, Sister?” I hear a male’s, muffled voice from faraway ask.
A female’s voice responds. “There doesn’t appear to be anything remotely life giving left to work upon, Dr Franco.” 
  ...I’m failing...
  ...I’m free-falling...
  ...I’m fading...

-Flat line.-

Time of my death - 8.36 a.m

© JL Thomas 2017