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charisstoma) wrote2014-07-11 10:28 pm
charisstoma) wrote2014-07-11 10:28 pm
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Meep posted a prompt.
Title: Love Between the Sheets
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 957
Prompt provided by Mee_eep: 11. Leave a thoughtful review on a post-it note in a book you really loved.
Someone had left a post-it note inside the mystery book Mike had picked up for reading. They’d stuck it in at the very end where only someone who’d read all the way through the book or had skipped to the end would find it.
“If you liked this book then you might like Three Bedrooms, One Corpse by Charlaine Harris”
He had liked the mystery book he’d read but he didn’t need anybody to search out titles for him. Besides if he liked the book he’d read, it was more than likely that he’d want to exhaust that author’s published list of books before seeking another. He was obsessive like that.
It took him a month to exhaust all of Harris’s mystery books, deciding not to continue with her vampire series after getting to Living Dead in Dallas. But he’d kept the post-it note that he’d found on the last page of Three Bedrooms, and the ones that came after each of the other recommended titles, all hidden at the end of the book. Each book had scenes that were edged ever more titillatingly close to homoerotic content. It was a wild ride of imagination, a mystery played out anonymously, the notes acting as plot points into a story where he was a character. More than one he’d finished up with lotion and his hand.
He’d been strict with himself up to this point, not skipping to the end but this last book … he had. There was no yellow post-it on the last page and it felt like a terrible punishment for cheating. Resolutely he finished the book anyway and checked it in himself at the end of the day, flipping to the very back to remove the date due card. Pulling the card out to recycle it into the pile of other such cards, a folded bright fluorescent pink square fluttered to the floor. The note held only the name of the book and the author. There was no simple ‘you’ll like this next one’, no ‘I liked the setup for that chase scene on the horse’, not even ‘this was a two hands on problem’.
“The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton”
It was a fluke. The writer of the post-its couldn’t know who would check out the books and receive the notes or even if they’d be left inside the books after they’d been read. They couldn’t know his name was Michael.
“I’ve got to get home, family emergency, Chloe flushed her Transformer action figure and James doesn’t know how to dismantle a toilet. I’ll set the alarms so all you have to do is slip out the back hitting the override when you do.” Paul’s, “See you next Thursday Mike,” came out in a rush.
Paul left and he was alone in the building. It was a time he loved, the lights romantically on low as he finished straightening the desk and prepared to shut down the circulation computer. He paused. Quickly Mike sought out the recommendation from the shelves, it wasn’t easy in the dimmed lighting. Plucking the book off the shelf he stopped under one of the few spot lights left on to read the flyleaf. The world went dark.
“Gotcha,” and the book lost itself under a book case in the backroom.
Mike woke upon satin sheets smooth under his bare skin. The room was lit by the flickering of the flames in the fireplace, lending a warmth that almost overcame the drafts from the window.
“Awake my love? It’s taken a convoluted courtship to lure you here. Did you have to read all the books of every author I suggested before going onto the next title?” He laughed in self depreciation and then smiled. “What’s important is that you’re here now for our prolonged completion with option for sequels.” His voice lowered, “many many sequels of ravishment where we live happily ever after between the covers of our book. Did I mention that this book will have mpreg?”
“Wait. I want a ring and commitment in this fantasy.”
“What is more committed then having our love written between the pages of a book and if you want a ring,” he paused picking up a largish velvet box, “I anticipated you. We’ll make it a double ring ceremony for our union, one for you and one for me. It wouldn’t do to end our pleasure too quickly.”
Mike felt the cold metal as it slid down over his erect cock slipped on by Eli’s hand, sitting up to stare at the band pulled snuggly against his balls, and then watched in fascination the glinting of the other ring in the firelight as his book lover seated his. He shivered.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll keep you warm.”
Years later the book was found and being of an older copyright stamped ‘withdrawn’ and placed on the book sale shelves.
“Look darling that book you wrote for me, they’ve found it and got the copy for sale.”
Eli smiled keeping a watchful eye on their progeny, “then of course we’ll buy it, Love. Better that you do it,” he said quickly, “they’ve made for the children’s section and are sure to tear things apart if left unattended.”
Michael smiled, “Now don’t go blaming me,” pulling him close enough for a hurried kiss. He whispered, “that new vibrating toy you put on me and then went off to read them a bedtime story leaving me tied to the bed frame, that was not a result that can be passed along as an inheritable characteristic.”
Eli laughed returning the kiss, “Buy the book and meet us in the children’s section,” and rushed to follow after their children in an attempt to prevent chaos.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 957
Prompt provided by Mee_eep: 11. Leave a thoughtful review on a post-it note in a book you really loved.
Someone had left a post-it note inside the mystery book Mike had picked up for reading. They’d stuck it in at the very end where only someone who’d read all the way through the book or had skipped to the end would find it.
“If you liked this book then you might like Three Bedrooms, One Corpse by Charlaine Harris”
He had liked the mystery book he’d read but he didn’t need anybody to search out titles for him. Besides if he liked the book he’d read, it was more than likely that he’d want to exhaust that author’s published list of books before seeking another. He was obsessive like that.
It took him a month to exhaust all of Harris’s mystery books, deciding not to continue with her vampire series after getting to Living Dead in Dallas. But he’d kept the post-it note that he’d found on the last page of Three Bedrooms, and the ones that came after each of the other recommended titles, all hidden at the end of the book. Each book had scenes that were edged ever more titillatingly close to homoerotic content. It was a wild ride of imagination, a mystery played out anonymously, the notes acting as plot points into a story where he was a character. More than one he’d finished up with lotion and his hand.
He’d been strict with himself up to this point, not skipping to the end but this last book … he had. There was no yellow post-it on the last page and it felt like a terrible punishment for cheating. Resolutely he finished the book anyway and checked it in himself at the end of the day, flipping to the very back to remove the date due card. Pulling the card out to recycle it into the pile of other such cards, a folded bright fluorescent pink square fluttered to the floor. The note held only the name of the book and the author. There was no simple ‘you’ll like this next one’, no ‘I liked the setup for that chase scene on the horse’, not even ‘this was a two hands on problem’.
“The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton”
It was a fluke. The writer of the post-its couldn’t know who would check out the books and receive the notes or even if they’d be left inside the books after they’d been read. They couldn’t know his name was Michael.
“I’ve got to get home, family emergency, Chloe flushed her Transformer action figure and James doesn’t know how to dismantle a toilet. I’ll set the alarms so all you have to do is slip out the back hitting the override when you do.” Paul’s, “See you next Thursday Mike,” came out in a rush.
Paul left and he was alone in the building. It was a time he loved, the lights romantically on low as he finished straightening the desk and prepared to shut down the circulation computer. He paused. Quickly Mike sought out the recommendation from the shelves, it wasn’t easy in the dimmed lighting. Plucking the book off the shelf he stopped under one of the few spot lights left on to read the flyleaf. The world went dark.
“Gotcha,” and the book lost itself under a book case in the backroom.
Mike woke upon satin sheets smooth under his bare skin. The room was lit by the flickering of the flames in the fireplace, lending a warmth that almost overcame the drafts from the window.
“Awake my love? It’s taken a convoluted courtship to lure you here. Did you have to read all the books of every author I suggested before going onto the next title?” He laughed in self depreciation and then smiled. “What’s important is that you’re here now for our prolonged completion with option for sequels.” His voice lowered, “many many sequels of ravishment where we live happily ever after between the covers of our book. Did I mention that this book will have mpreg?”
“Wait. I want a ring and commitment in this fantasy.”
“What is more committed then having our love written between the pages of a book and if you want a ring,” he paused picking up a largish velvet box, “I anticipated you. We’ll make it a double ring ceremony for our union, one for you and one for me. It wouldn’t do to end our pleasure too quickly.”
Mike felt the cold metal as it slid down over his erect cock slipped on by Eli’s hand, sitting up to stare at the band pulled snuggly against his balls, and then watched in fascination the glinting of the other ring in the firelight as his book lover seated his. He shivered.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll keep you warm.”
Years later the book was found and being of an older copyright stamped ‘withdrawn’ and placed on the book sale shelves.
“Look darling that book you wrote for me, they’ve found it and got the copy for sale.”
Eli smiled keeping a watchful eye on their progeny, “then of course we’ll buy it, Love. Better that you do it,” he said quickly, “they’ve made for the children’s section and are sure to tear things apart if left unattended.”
Michael smiled, “Now don’t go blaming me,” pulling him close enough for a hurried kiss. He whispered, “that new vibrating toy you put on me and then went off to read them a bedtime story leaving me tied to the bed frame, that was not a result that can be passed along as an inheritable characteristic.”
Eli laughed returning the kiss, “Buy the book and meet us in the children’s section,” and rushed to follow after their children in an attempt to prevent chaos.