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Title: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on November 07, 2021, 05:29:33 PM

I have an incredibly active imagination, daydreaming probably way too much, and I also love to write.  Over the past several years, I have written pieces of fantasy fiction regarding the guys (mostly Doc) and I thought I would share them here.

The first one, which is the most recent, is titled "You Are Mine" and I will leave you guessing who the main male lead is in this one.

An old love, that had faded, has been rekindled...

The fire burns brighter than ever before.

Scene:  A dark, dimly candle lit marble floor and wall ballroom, with large marble pillars, an insanely gargantuan diamond chandelier hangs from the center of the baroque ceiling, with elaborate crown molding lining the tops of the walls.  The ceiling is painted with two lovers reaching out to one another, as they are being pulled away from one another by angels and demons.

A long and sleek black grand piano is at the end of the ballroom opposite the large, intricately carved double doors that gain entry to the ballroom and an exit to the long and elegant hallway outside.

The finest speaker system is anchored to each corner of the ceiling and the Melting Waltz begins to play, filling the ballroom with the beautiful echoes of the melody that seems to fill the room and dance around the long and slim, elegant lit candles, placed in elegant wall sconces spaced apart in six feet lengths.

There is a man standing alone in the center of the ballroom, tall, dark, intimidatingly handsome.  Dressed in a jet black Armani suit, Italian cut, custom fitted to his slim, yet fit body.  Newly shined oxford shoes on his feet, crisp white long sleeve dress shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest.  Long dark curls frame his face, mutton chop sideburns frame his strong, masculine jawline.  Thick, dark, flat brows that slightly arched downward at the lateral sides of his eyes, accented his prominent brow bone and added to the intense effect of his piercing emerald green eyes.  His soft lips curve upward into a slight smile.  His eyes twinkling in the candlelight.  He turns his head toward me, with his right side pointed toward me, extending his arm, holding out his hand, in a gesture to come to him.

It is as if I were standing still at first glance, yet I was moving toward him, gliding across the ballroom floor, closer with each step.  I am wearing a long, black satin strapless ballgown with a black velvet off the shoulder, long fitted sleeved overlay that ran the entire length of the ballgown, covering all except for the front.  A silver, diamond studded belt held the overlay in place just right.  I am wearing black satin ballet slippers on my feet.

I take his hand and he pulls me in close, I am finding it harder to breathe as he pulls me to his chest.  One hand in his, he holds it gently, I place my other hand on his strong shoulder and he places his other hand on my waist.  I look up at him, into those beautiful emerald green eyes.  He looks down at me, very much in love, so much in fact, I am so caught up and lost in his gaze that I don't even notice that we have begun to waltz around the ballroom, to the Melting Waltz.  We are unable to break our gaze.  Neither of us notices the three other figures who have entered the ballroom, standing at the other end, silently watching us.

They are silent.

The eldest of the three is nearly identical to my dance partner, yet he has short dark brown shaggy hair.  He is wearing a black tuxedo, but with a long, slim black tie, instead of the traditional bow-tie.
The other two, much younger than the eldest, twins, also dressed in tuxedos.  One, with dark brown, shaggy short curls and an intense gaze that could easily stop a heart (as it has mine quite a few times), adorned not in a traditional tuxedo jacket, but a long velvet Victorian coat and waistcoat.  The other, with medium length straight and side parted dark brown hair, wearing the more traditional tuxedo.

They watch and stay silent, not moving, not saying a single word.  Curious and in awe of the two who are elegantly moving across the ballroom floor who are most oblivious to the rest of the world.
The ballroom seems to transform into some kind of magical enchanted place, somehow snow begins to fall around the couple.  They are nothing like the painting of the two lovers being torn away from one another, who ironically enough are portraits of the couple dancing below.

It is as if all time has come to a stop, yet we were transported to an era long gone.  One of elegance, beauty, class, sophistication.

He leads me beautifully and I feel safe in his strong arms.  His hands, large, yet so gentle send electric pulses through my body, causing me to shiver and develop goosebumps.  He is the calm to my storm, he soothes and comforts me, he gives me emotional and physical thrills like none other.
The music comes to an end and we are still once more, still lost in one another.  He lets go of my hand, yet his other hand remains around my waist.  He cocks his head down, gently caresses my cheek and cups it in his hand for a moment, before using it to tilt my chin upwards, where he looks deeper into my eyes and brings my lips to his, as we share a passionate kiss.  One so passionate that it makes my heart leap and my eyes begin to water.  His hand moves to my back and pulls me tight to him, before he places both hands on my cheeks, holding me to him as the kiss grows and deepens in intensity.  I have my hands over his shoulder blades, holding him tight.

I have forgotten how to breathe, and he provides me with the breath I need to stay alive.

He gently ends our kiss, slowly pulling his lips from mine.  My knees go weak, he places a strong and protective arm behind my back to steady me.  He knows the effect he is having on me.  He is loving every moment of it.  He loves having that kind of power and I love how me makes me feel.

The three others have since left the ballroom.  My tall, dark and intimidatingly handsome prince scoops me up in his arms and carries me out of the ballroom and into his bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.

His bedroom is masculinely elegant.  Large french windows that go from floor to ceiling line one wall, Dark marble walls and floors, one wall has a fireplace, which is currently lit.  The fire creates a cozy warmth to the room.  Dark blue velvet curtains line the windows.  There is a portrait of him above the fireplace that is as large as he is tall.  He is posed like a king, standing tall and straight.  His body slightly turned away, yet him facing straight forward.  He has a sensually sophisticated look on his face.  The portrait is simply beautiful.  It captures his very essence.

Victorian era arm chairs, a couch and a chaise lounge with dark walnut accent tables are some of the furniture in this large room.  His bed is a double California king four post canopy bed made from dark cherry wood.  The curtains that line the bed are made from a black tulle fabric, tied back by black silk ribbons to each post.  Pillows of all sizes, placed at the headboard, a black velvet comforter over red satin sheets.

Gently laying me down in the center of his bed, he lays on top of me, gently brushing loose strands of hair from my face, caressing my cheeks, slowly moving his fingers down my neck and along my collarbone.  I caress his cheek and admire those long dark curls that are now falling at each side of his beautiful face.  Our lips come together again for another passionate kiss.  But the kiss is shorter this time, as his mouth has other ideas.  As he moves away from my lips and begins planting soft and sweet kisses on my neck, shoulders, collar bone and above my breasts, I run my fingers through his hair.

I arch my back, he places one hand in the arch of my back and the other, he takes one of my wrists and pins my arm above my head to the pillows.  He is strong and I don't dare resist him.  I don't want to resist him.  He presses his body to mine and my back relaxes, with his hand still underneath me, onto the soft bed.  I can feel him growing through my dress and petticoat.  He looks up at me with an intense hunger in his eyes, much like that of a starving vampire or a hungry wolf.

He presses his pelvis harder into me and I let out a soft cry.  He enjoys the response.  He then lifts himself off of me and slowly begins to undress, while he tells me softly to stay where I am.  First comes off the suit jacket, which he places over the back of one of the nearby armchairs.  Next, he unbuttons his gold and onyx cufflinks and places them on a nightstand next to the bed.  his white dress shirt is untucked and the remaining buttons are undone.  The shirt is removed swiftly, revealing strong arms and a chest with soft dark brown hair.  It's not overly hairy, just right, with a small amount of hair teasingly growing around his nipples.  Down his toned abs, a line of hair extends downward toward his navel, which is still concealed by his dress pants.

The crisp white long sleeved dress shirt is neatly folded in half and placed over the suit jacket.  My heart begins to race as he looks at me, with a sexy smirk on his face, while undoing his belt, the top button of his dress slacks and then unzipping slowly, where his still growing and massive manhood gains a bit more freedom in his black silk boxer shorts.  The oxford shoes have been kicked off and his pants slide down, him lifting each leg slightly to slide them over and off his feet.
Folded in half, just like the suit jacket and the dress shirt, the pants and belt rest atop them over the back of the armchair.
He pulls off his socks and tosses them to where they fall, like crisp leaves falling from the trees in Autumn, over his Oxford shoes.

He can tell the effect that seeing him become more vulnerable in front of me, is making me feel.  He notices the change in my breathing and that my nipples have become erect and can be seen protruding at the fabric of my ballgown.

I look down at his massive feet!  The feet that have caused me to have a serious foot fetish.  Long, large, with slim and masculine toes, slightly
 haired.  I can feel sensations from deep within begin to create the internal lubrication that will be much needed for the night's activity fast approaching.

He slowly walks over to me and without a single word, he gently brings me to an upright position and then a standing position.  He looks over my body, taking in the view and savoring it.  "Turn around," he says.  His voice deep, husk, commanding, yet quiet.  I do as I am told.  He moves my long red hair over one of my shoulders, exposing the nape of my neck, where he plants sweet and soft kisses, while his hands slowly unzip the back of my dress, allowing it to fall open, exposing my back.  I hear him growl softly and that causes my anticipation to build even further and my arousal to reach dangerously high levels.  Yet I stay still, as he commands me to.

With my dress still on, he unties the back of my petticoat, kneeling behind me, his hands now under my dress and at my waist, slowly pulling the petticoat to the floor.  I steady myself with a hand on his strong and broad shoulders, while I step out of the petticoat.  He looks up at me and our eyes meet.  He smiles a sweet smile that has a hint of desperation in it.  He rises to his feet and his behind me once more, planting those soft kisses on the nape of my neck, while he places both his hands on the lateral sides of my arms, moving the dress down to the floor and off my body.  Once again, I step out of the dress, now in nothing but a pair of black lace thong panties, a black lace garter belt with red bows on the garter straps, sheer black thigh high nylon hosiery and my black satin ballet slippers, laced beautifully up my calf and tied in a bow just under and below my knees.

He  takes the petticoat and the ballgown, draping them elegantly over the back of the armchair opposite the one his close are laid across.  I stand still.  He walks back over to me, this time standing in front of me, facing me.  He gently sweeps my hair back over my shoulder where it falls down my back, the ends resting at mid back.
We are both vulnerable, equally at this point.
He scoops me up in those big and strong arms of his and carries me to the bed, laying me down gently once more.  But he does not get on top of me.  Instead, he begins running his hands and mouth all over the front side of my well heated body.  The kisses and caresses give me goosebumps and I breathe heavier.  He is enjoying my full breasts with swollen areolas and very erect nipples.  He breathes heavily as he takes my right breast with his hand, tenderly massaging it, while his mouth takes in my nipple of the left breast and the areola.  He begins to suck, gently at first and then more intently, licking and biting the nipple as my body begins to react to the pleasure that he is generously providing.

He then alternates his hand and mouth to the opposite breasts, giving them adequate attention, further sending me into the downward spiral of my rapidly becoming out of control arousal.

I move my hands to run my fingers through his hair and caress his back, but he stops what he is doing, takes both his hands, placing them firmly on my wrists and he once again pins them above my head onto the soft pillows, giving me a warning gaze, but a playful one.  He doesn't want me to touch him just yet, which adds fuel to my fire, now burning more furiously than the actual one in the fireplace across from the bed.

As he moves his kisses down my body, he loosens his grip on my wrists yet commands me to leave them as they are.  Once again, I blindly and willingly obey him, as I do not wish to disappoint him.  His soft, full lips move down my belly, over my navel and down to my pubic mound, still concealed beneath my panties.  He begins to tease me with his mouth, through the lace panties, his eyes looking up at me, with that hungry gaze, also full of mischief.  He is really enjoying what he is doing to me.

I am really enjoying what he is doing to me...

Both his hands are now on my hips, lifting them slightly, while his mouth continues to taste me through the lacy thong panties.  He entwines his long fingers in the garter belt and begins to pull it down, slowly, bringing my panties with it, exposing me fully to him.  He is laying on his belly in between my legs, on the bed, achingly slowly removing the rest of the little clothing that I was wearing.  I am fully naked in front of him, lying in his bed.  I want to conceal my nakedness, yet I lie still and watch him, gazing thoughtfully at me.  "Mmmm, you're so beautiful," he says quietly.  I begin to shiver.

He lowers himself back down on the bed once more, the thumb of his right hand retracts my clitoral hood and he makes slow circular motions over my clitoris, causing my back to arch sharply.  I inhale and exhale hard, a soft cry escapes my lips.  His lips are now positioned at the opening of my secret garden.  He looks at me with a devious sensual gaze as he presses his lips to me and fully submerges his tongue inside of me, tasting the sweet juices that he is fully responsible for my producing.  My back arches sharply again, as does my head and I let out a cry of pleasure.  He continues to drink from me, while delicately tracing circular caresses over my clitoris.  With his other hand, he pushes his two longest fingers inside of me and into the opening of my womb.  More cries of pleasure escape my mouth and he is even more pleased.

It is a beautiful form of torture, the pleasure that he willing and generously gives me.  It is becoming harder to hold back.

He ceases, for a brief moment.  He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and grabs a handkerchief, silk, white, with his initials embroidered in dark blue thread.  He wipes his fingers and places the handkerchief beside him on the bed.  He stands and slowly removes his black silk boxers, exposing his frighteningly large, girthy, fully erect manhood, foreskin gloriously still intact.  I quiver.  He positions himself on top of me, his throbbing erection at the entrance to my secret garden, his hands once again pinning my wrists firmly to the bed.  Suddenly he kisses me, deeply, passionately and intensely, while with one quick and solid thrust, he fully penetrates me.  My eyes water and I inhale sharply.  He then allows me to wrap my arms around his back, one hand resting on his left shoulder blade, the other, tenderly caressing the small of his back.  He breathes heavy as he begins to thrust, deeply inside of me.  His eyes darken, with the dilation of his pupils.  I hold onto him for dear life, losing control with every thrust.  At first, he is slow, but his pace quickens with his desire increasing; his own fire now out of control.  Heavy breaths turn into deep and low growls.  Mine turn into sweet moans and soft cries.  His long, dark curls now fall at the sides of his face.  His biceps flex and contract with his back muscles.  I grab his firm, toned butt and pull him as far into me as he can possibly go, and then a little more.  Our bodies are moving in a beautiful and symphonic rhythm.  I feel myself go over the edge, with him not far behind.  He is gripping his headboard and growling, I let out a loud scream, but not one of pain, but of an intense pleasure that I could never have imagined ever before.

I am overcome with the intense emotions that I am feeling at the moment and tears began to fall from my eyes, saturating the pillow.  He looks down at me, his eyes full of a love so amazing that I question quietly to myself how could I ever be so lucky, or blessed, to have him feel the way about me that he does.  He loosens his grip on the headboard, resting on his other elbow and forearm, gently wipes the tears from my face, places the hand at my temple, brushing the hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear and kisses me.  I can feel the warmth of his released love deep inside of me, even as his erection begins to subside.  It is warm and comforting.  He is still inside of me, long after he pulls out.

He is now laying on his back, with me curled up next to him, under his strong arm, wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me to him, my head and one hand on his chest.  We are breathing more gently now and he has softened his demeanor, now that his hunger has been fully satisfied for the night.  We are both enjoying the moment, while fondly replaying in our own heads, the events that previously unfolded and led to this very moment.

We are laying there together, under the cool red satin sheets, in his huge bed, in his dark masculine room.  I am his and he is mine.

Those three little words, that hold the most importance in the entire universe don't even need to be said, but we say them anyway.  Those three words?  "I Love You."

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: Ceej on November 07, 2021, 07:28:02 PM

OMG!

You sure are a talented writer!

I think I need to go take a shower now!  8)

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: noquiexis on November 08, 2021, 01:42:57 AM

DG,

     This is really good material, too good to languish on a low-traffic forum! You might want to look into WorldAnvil (https://www.worldanvil.com/), FindPublishingHelp (https://www.findpublishinghelp.com/), and NeedPublishingHelp (https://needpublishinghelp.com/). Also take a peek at The 17 BEST Self-Publishing Companies of 2021 (https://blog.reedsy.com/best-self-publishing-companies/). I do NOT recommend Amazon "Kindle Direct Publishing". They are only too happy to give your stuff away, rather than pay you for your work. Every published author started with their first book.

:coffee: :coffee: :coffee:

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: Dewyn on November 08, 2021, 06:01:45 AM

You have a real talent for writing DG. :bow:
Thanks for sharing it with us.

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on November 09, 2021, 12:03:56 PM

Thank you so much, guys!
I started another steamy doll romance novel on Sunday, worked on it all day yesterday and am back at it today, we are currently at 25 pages and counting!  I haven't written like this in about 20 years!

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on November 12, 2021, 10:29:12 AM

Holy shit, I am now at the beginning of 31 pages!  I am glad this writing inspiration has returned, as it keeps me occupied during the day and gives me a break from the usual day.

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on March 18, 2022, 01:26:04 PM

Update!:

I've now written 3 novels!  Just need to keep going.  It has been quite a journey and I think the books are good.  One day, maybe you'll find them in your local bookstore.

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on November 14, 2022, 01:34:20 PM

It's been so long since I last posted here.  I finally have proofread, edited and formatted my three books.  Just need to create the cover, summary and dedication pages.  Then maybe I can get them published and released.  :)

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: Ceej on November 14, 2022, 03:29:35 PM

Very cool!!  :)

Title: Re: DG's Fantasy Fiction
Post by: DG on January 15, 2023, 06:14:34 PM

Thank you, Ceej.