Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Wacky Wednesday Writers Guest Post By: Considerings

 
   Oh boy, do I have a special treat for you! My Wacky Wednesday Writers guest today is Lizzi from Considerings and she's bringing something new to the table. The first time I read this post, I was hooked and wanted to read more. Lizzi is an exceptional writer who has a firm grasp on just about every writing genre there is. This post is yet another great example of her talent. What she has written for us today sounds like an excerpt from a juicy novel that I would love to sink my teeth into. What do you think? Leave her some comment love and let her know how awesome she is!


Completely Cheated

I never truly realised until then that it’s absolutely true; a look, shared between strangers across a crowded room, can lead to so much.

I can barely remember what the party was for. Certainly everyone was there in their finest, dolled up to the nines and acting like each of them was the centre of the world. Social butterflies and every bit as insubstantial, their features leaving no trace in memory, only the faint impression of swirling, bright dresses, sharp suits and sparkling jewellery, soundtracked by laughter, the clink of glass on glass, and the relentless buzz of conversation.

That moment, though- that second - is ingrained.

Our eyes skimmed past each other, then simultaneously did a double take and whisked back to lock hard onto each other’s gaze. The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy and pressed in, and as though fork lightning had just shot out and hit its mark, the air seemed to sizzle between us.

Through the evening, we gradually worked our way closer to meeting, traversing the circles, keeping one eye on the other, sharing small, exclusively-shared upraisings of the corners of our mouths as we noticed that we were both doing the same thing.

We finally met, coincidentally, introduced by someone else. His gaze was so magnetic I didn’t even hear his name. Without breaking the look, his lustrous eyes holding mine helpless, he reached for my hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. The warmth of his hand on mine stunned me, and for the rest of the conversation, there was nothing else I could think of.

Our introducer finally left, and I found my hand once again taken in his. It was dry and soft, and exerted sufficiently masterful pressure that I’d begun walking with him before I noticed myself doing it. We were away from the crowds in a trice, and I ran silently with him through corridors until we reached his room.

Once through the door, time stopped.

He immediately pulled me close, and raising my face in both hands, kissed me deeply, leaving me in no doubt that anyone who’d ever waxed lyrical about ‘weak at the knees’ had somehow been lucky enough to experience this kind of feeling before I knew it was real. I staggered back slightly, coming to rest against the towel hanging from the peg behind the door, still slightly damp and scented of him – a rich, wild spice – and he followed, pressing forward until our bodies were touching from head to toe and I could feel the warmth of his skin through his clothes.

As though I’d been drowning, I pulled away, dizzy and gasping for oxygen. I reached for him, fumbling with buttons and fastenings and he grinned lazily, flashing a stunning smile, and caught my wrists, holding them away. With a twinkle, he murmured “Slow down…make this count”, the hint of accent in his words sending my senses reeling.

With suave, measured control he undressed me (where had my wedding ring gone?) and all my hang-ups were forgotten as I caught a flash of delight shining from his eyes. There was something else there, too – satisfaction, perhaps, at his conquest, but I no longer cared.

He laid me down across the bed and kissed me again, gently but firmly holding my grasping arms against the cool sheets, whilst desire rocketed through me, lifting me, straining every muscle to be closer to him, in contact, his skin burning against mine.

My breathing ragged, I pulled back and looked at him, losing myself in the depths of his eyes, as I was equally certain that I could feel my own pupils dilating. I couldn’t contain myself and let out a half-whispered plea - “Come on!”, and to my delight, he responded immediately, catching my urgency and removing his clothes in a few, swift, fluid movements.

He was perfect. Deeply tanned, sculpted and broad shouldered, with only the tease in his eyes and the rapid giveaway of his pulse, thrumming in the hollow of his throat, to give him away. He trailed his fingertips across my shuddering skin, eliciting a tiny, inadvertent squeak, and then grabbed me, powerfully sliding me underneath him, tightening his grip as I gasped and arched my back to meet him, clinging to his strong arms and lost in the scent of his hair as his kisses traced down my neck to my collarbone.


The bed shook violently, bucking me into the throes of wakefulness. The dark air blanketed me as I felt the prickle of sweat begin to cool on my skin, and felt the well-rehearsed movements of my husband turning over in bed.

Resentfully, I turned my back to him and lay, eyes watching the darkness, twisting my wedding ring around on my finger (now reinstated by reality), wondering about the technicalities of dream-cheating, and whether it made it worse if I *tried* to get back to the dream to finish what had begun.

Eventually my mind gave up, and I drifted off with the spectre of dark, shining eyes and glinting charcoal hair floating in my mind’s eye.

I stood in a cold, tiled room full of toilets, each in their cubicle, but none with a door.

Checking each of them in turn, I found to my dismay that their state of repair left much to be desired. Several had no seat. None had toilet paper. A few were overflowing or gurgling ominously. A building urgency sent me running through the room, which suddenly expanded until the whole world was full of useless toilet cubicles. Finally I found one which seemed promising. I flung myself in, and shut the door firmly behind me, turning to sit down and…

…discovered myself clawing my way painfully back into consciousness, doubly disappointed by my dreams and absolutely busting for a piss.





Lizzi is a Deep Thinker, Truth Teller and Seeker of Good. Works a normal job and has a secret life as the writer at Considerings. Wife to Husby and Mother to two Neverborns, now dealing with the challenge of primary infertility. She is a frequent instigator of silliness and loves to entertain with words.


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50 comments:

  1. THAT was amazing! Oh I adore your writing, Lizzi! And yes, more than a few times I've awoken from just such a dream, disappointed I couldn't crawl back into dreamland. GAH - I would say more but I'm commenting from my phone and it's so...grrrr.
    GREAT guest post, Marcia!

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    1. *grins* Glad you liked it. There's a distinct possibility that your Pintrest board may have come to mind whilst writing this post, so really I should give you some credit for this one!

      HATE those dreams though. So, so annoying not to be able to get back to them.

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    2. Who's got a smut blog?! Where the heck have I been! Nice story Mistress Lizzi. May I call you Mistriss Lizzi? lol

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    3. Starr has - ask her ;)

      Thanks for the compliment.

      And okay, if you must...not my preferred side of things, but okay. Try anything ;)

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  2. HOLY FUCKING WOW.

    You want to write erotica with me and Tamara? I'd love to have you on our smut blog.

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    1. *SNORKS* If the double entendres are that good, I could certainly give it a try...

      (ut-oh selling my soul now - my mama warned me about people like you!)

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    2. Well this Miss Lizzi was not something I expected from you, but I like it. I second Starr's motion.

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    3. I kinda like that I surprised you so much, Tamara :D

      I'll think about it (should mama have warned me about you, as well?)

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    4. Wait...there's a smut blog? Where? What ? When?? point me to the link.....

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    5. Wait...there's a smut blog? Where? What ? When?? point me to the link.....

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    6. Ask Tamara or Starr (both in the Writer's Group)

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  3. WOW! I love this story...and boy you are one heck of a great writer! SIMPLY AMAZING!

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    1. Thank you so much Aishaz - I'm glad you enjoyed it so much! This was particularly fun to write ;)

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  4. Fabulous! Love the story and can, oh so relate to having an wonderful dream rudely interrupted! Loved it! ~Audrey

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    1. Thanks Audrey :D Hate when that happens! So annoying.

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  5. I hate it when I have to pee in my dreams. ;)

    Great work with the guest post assignment!

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    1. Why thank you ;) And yeah, 'need-to-pee' dreams are the worst!

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    2. Yes, agree with you both - need to pee in dreams is bad.

      Well done, Lizzi. :)

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  6. I always knew you had the heart of a pervert! :D Great writing...I think you're missing your calling. Write romance novels and make some serious cash!!! Now I gotta go take a piss. ;)

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    1. *grins* Thanks SO much for that! Pffft!

      Not sure I want to make money that way. Bit of a thinker. I'll stick to allusion for free, rather than going the whole hog ;)

      *snorks with laughter*

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  7. You are amazing, girl!
    Explain to me why the wonderful dreams can never be revisited. Nightmares, now, one can slip back into as easily as if you were rolling into warm waters. Sigh.

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    1. Why thank you Diane. And I WISH I KNEW! Goodness, if I had the antidote to that, I'd make MILLIONS. And yes, the easy return to nightmares is frustrating, so I do feel I really *ought* to be able to get back to those better dreams...

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  8. YOUR WRITING, THOUGH! I didn't even HAVE this dream and I want to get "back" to it! Apparently you SHOULD be writing erotica!!!

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    2. *grins huge* Why thank you.

      The thing is, having now READ some erotica, to see what I may or may not be meant to be writing, I discovered that it's for the most part...shallwesay...graphic. Perhaps I've been reading the wrong stuff, but I prefer the allusive to the overly descriptive.

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  9. Lizzi, I had to read this 3 TIMES!! Oh my, I had to check and double check again to see if this was something from that fifty shades book OR you are just having the time of your life...and then a dream? How many times have we all {because we know we have} experienced something similar and totally woke wanting more???!!! I think I need to "screen shot" this LOL Great piece :)

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    1. Three times? Wow - that's enthusiasm forsure :D

      I've never read That Book Which Doesn't Deserve To Be Called A Book, but I understand it's very popular, so I'll take it as a compliment ;)

      It was a double-dream. And highly disappointing not to be able to get back into ;)

      Thank you :D

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  10. That was fantastic Lizzi, you are such a gifted writer.

    I felt like I was reading one of those romance novels my mother used to read when I was younger, you know like the ones with Fabio gracing the cover.

    It does amaze me how much dreams differ from men and women, because for me that would be more of a nightmare than a dream, but throw it some hot babe treating me like her bitch and I would be as happy as a pig in slop.

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    1. I didn't think that version would be *quite* appropriate for Wacky Wednesday, no matter how much I dressed it up as a 'dream sequence' ;)

      And thank you :) I hope that 'romance novel' is a good likening - I never read one.

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  11. you're 50 shades of dirty bird.
    And I love it.

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  12. Wow, Lizzi! You'd make an awesome romance writer :) Truly sucks that you didn't get to finish the dream. How did your hubby feel about that? lol.. Great post!
    Great choice Marcia! Thanks and love your blog!

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    1. Why thank you. And yes - I was pretty upset about not getting back into the dream. As for Husby...not sure I ever told him! Is that bad?

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  13. Lizzi... I despise waking up from those kinds of dreams... lol... I would feel cheated... at the moment I would take dreaming for a short time even :) Really great post :)

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    1. Thanks so much Luanna. The worse thing is, I don't get those kinds of dreams (not the really good ones where your senses are working) very often, so to be cheated out of the last bit was harsh! Damn brain!

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  14. That was brilliant, Lizzi. Humor done in a perfectly Lizzi-like way. And for the record: no, it does not make it worse to try to get back to the dream after you've awakened. I've never been able to do it, much to my dismay.

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    1. THANK YOU! I'm glad about that. I shall feel less worried about it next time ;)

      And yeah - it SUCKS to not be able to get back into it.

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  15. Oh my...my inner puritan is blushing. ;) JK. I hate waking from those kinds of dreams...

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    1. Mine *would've* blushed, but I enjoyed writing it too much.

      And yep, certainly seems as though I hit a universal feeling about how CRAP it is not to be able to finish those dreams off...

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  16. Lizzi, what in the world are you doing here? You should be holed up in a room writing the sexiest best novel that ever women reading this wants to read. You are brilliant. I'm being very serious. Why aren't you writing a novel?

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    1. I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. And slightly enjoying that everyone else is enjoying themselves so much ;)

      But I HAVE started a novel. Promise :D

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  17. Excuse me, while I close my eyes to meet the tan dark warm muscular man you had... and replay this scene over and over in my head. Accept for the waking up and peeing part- nobody wants THAT to be replayed!!! lol

    Fifty shades of grey? Nah, I'll take Lizzi!!!

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    1. Ohhh you can borrow him as much as you like. That's the beauty of writing - he's now a total share-toy ;)

      *doffs cap*

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  18. So erotica is another string to your bow. It got my hormones flowing (although it doesn't take a lot!)
    The wondrous depths of the unconscious; care to attempt an interpretation?

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    1. If that's what this is, then yep. Guess so ;)

      And...er...nope. Not too much interpretation required, is there? Seems pretty straightforward to me - I was anxious about grocery shopping.

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  19. I have been sitting here staring blankly trying to figure out what to say here. I looked back twice to make sure it was you that wrote this and, yep! It's you!

    Is there any limit to your talent? I say no. Definitely no.

    Spectacular.

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    1. Oh BOOM! Reader shell-shock! Thanks for the feedback ;) You know I love to know how people take my words.

      Seems like this time the words took YOU. Win XD

      Thanks Sandy.

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  20. I didn't know you had a smut bone in you. I'm wow-ed...and in need of some phone time with the husband, if you'll excuse me.

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    1. *snorks* Now how on earth am I supposed to respond to a comment like "have a smut bone in me" without getting it SERIOUSLY wrong? *giggling*

      Thank you (and sorry for not ending it quite right) ;)

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