Reclaiming The Key, Part 1

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College Changes Everything

 

Reclaiming The Key

 

 

Daveed was first her childhood crush, then her high school sweetheart, next her college love, and throughout their courtship, he became her world; her veritable everything.

In her innocent youth, she had indulged in fantasized certainties that are promised to none; eternal, infinite love and a marriage that would be the envy of all her friends; a supportive, nurturing husband constantly by her side, and she his unfailing font of more, ever increasing, in return.

Prompted by high school girlfriends, on a lark she had looked up the meaning of his name:

“Daveed:

Origin: Hebrew

Meaning: Beloved

Pronunciation: (DAY vid); (da VEED)

Form of: Itself (David)”

Following which, she teased him mercilessly calling him beloved, especially in front of a crowd. Though he would punch her softly on the arm and wink, he never seemed to mind.  

When left to her own devices, she scrawled his name and the meaning in her notebook as artfully as she could

 Daveed: beloved.”

In later years, the scrawl became:

Daveed, my beloved.”

Even then, in her wildest, naïve dreams, she hadn’t a clue that he would become so much more to her than that. God himself could not have predicted the breadth, depth, and magnitude of what was to come.

In her first and second year of college, Kalista was timid, fearful, and at times, outright terrified of what and how deeply he made her feel. Daveed had worked long and hard to win and keep Kalista’s heart his own; loved, cherished, encouraged to grow, yet protected.

She was his hard-won prize when she finally accepted the certainty of him and their fantastical future together. Reward to both was their full and open hearts, his consistency of unwavering devotion, and her will to constantly, ever-presently, renew their love threefold.

Neither could let the other down. They were only one together. Theirs was a love so deep and strong it was the stuff of fairy-tales, which they happily lived daily. She was the air that allowed him to breathe freely and drink in her unending supply of love and affection. He was her earth, her rock, her reality-touchstone in times of trial, despair, success, and ecstatic happiness. They grew to share more than any married couple they knew.

Though they resided in separate dorms in college, Daveed waited outside, on the sorority steps, each morning while Kalista dressed hurriedly, donning any clothes that would make him proud to call her his girl. Invariably, she skipped breakfast to be in his arms as quickly as possible. It was all the sustenance she could ever want or need.

Several weeks prior to his graduation, her third year of college, he had gifted her with a choker collar so beautiful she couldn’t believe her eyes.

On a day like every other day, she had rushed out the door to greet him, but found him in a tumultuous mood. She gathered that he was troubled, possibly torn about something, and caught her breath. Daveed took her hand gently, tugging her with him, saying, “We need to talk. Let’s go someplace more private, most beautiful one.” It was his pet name for her. Kalista hadn’t a clue that Daveed had done the same as she, in looking up the meaning of her name.

Immediately, her face was deeply grooved with concern and a little fear, though she complied responding, “Of course, my beloved.” Kalista looped her arm through his and he led the way through patchy woods to a bench long ago forgotten. Daveed explained his acceptance to medical school in another state. She looked deep into his eyes then, with torrents of pleas that lodged in her throat.

In that moment, she couldn’t breathe or speak. She felt as though air and gravity had suddenly ceased to exist. Daveed retrieved a box from his pocket, pulled a gorgeous choker from it, and placed it around her neck declaring, “I claim you. Wait for me, my most beautiful one. We’re worth it. You know we are. We will marry and be the one couple who does live happily ever after. You’re my destiny,” he whispered, and paused to see tears welling in her eyes; a look he never wanted to be the cause of.

He pulled her into an embrace that spoke of never wanting to let her go, and continued, “I want to provide for you as a husband should. Please wear the choker. It’s our acknowledgement that we are the key to each other; that we hold the key to our future together. It’s engraved beneath with our initials inside locked hearts.”

To Kalista, his words were elation, as much as devastation to the world they had created and lived in together for so long. It was the proposal she had longed for and exile to a life that she couldn’t possibly begin to bear.

For a moment, she clung to him for dear life and then pushed him away. She sprinted deeper into the woods, running as fast and hard as she could, trying to outrun the wailing scream that threatened to shatter the earth around her, just as her heart had shattered in the space of a breath.

She stood there alone, bereft, her world shredded, letting racking sobs, and small screams escape, until dizziness forced her to sit down on a patch of dead leaves fallen from the trees. Nothing mattered anymore. She felt as dead as the leaves crackling beneath her. Kalista stayed all day, grasping the key on the choker, not possessing the strength to return to campus. A life less her everything was too frightening to contemplate.

When she finally did return, she took cautious comfort in her sorority sisters. She let weeks of classes pass unattended while all she could do was weep. They approached tentatively, keeping her abreast of classwork and social functions, in small doses.

Understanding her need to grieve, they comforted and cajoled her back to functioning somewhat normally, and then worked to help her catch up with term papers and responsibilities. Barring time for her to sleep, they took shifts, working around the clock to beef up her fallen grades, just to enable her to stay with them.

Through years of study and infrequent letters to and from her beloved, she could not remove the choker. It was all she had left of the beauty that was them. It had become her darkest despair and highest hope though, in her heart of hearts, she felt there was no hope.

By her own graduation day, she knew she owed her sisters a huge debt of gratitude never realizing that hers was such a giving heart, there was never a need to feel indebted. Many times, she had done the same for them without a single thought for herself. Her debt was repaid long before she ever needed to indulge in their many kindnesses.

On graduation day, Kalista removed the choker from her throat and mailed it back to Daveed with a note tucked inside that simply read, “Best to you, beloved – always.”

Now, thirty-three years and one failed marriage later, she brought the mail back to her apartment, as she had on every other typical day. It wasn’t bills or letters that made her catch her breath. She held a box that she unwrapped hurriedly. Inside, was a familiar choker collar with a note that read, “Most beautiful, missed you at the reunion. Drinks?”

Suddenly, air and gravity ceased to exist…

 
 
 

 

By Wildfire8470

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Edits by Jade – Jade Crystal Reviews Magical Night

Book Review: Magical Night by Karen A. Sullivan

        February 22, 2013 · 11:42 am

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Title: Magical Night

Author: Karen A. Sullivan

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/BDSM

Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Release Date: January 18, 2013

Jade’s Rating: 4 stars

 

Book Blurb:

Kay Maclachan cannot speak the words that she holds fast in her heart. Jim will not propose until she does, but he has a plan. He will treat his love to a night of BDSM and domination, teasing all of her senses, and driving her into a white-hot, sexual desire that begs for fulfillment. He will force her to say the words he needs to hear, and enjoy torturing them from her.

 

Read An Excerpt Here

 

Jade’s Review:

 

If you are looking for a short erotic story with BDSM elements, then this is for you. I make a point to mention the involvement of BDSM elements because if you do not find pleasure in reading about such a topic, you will not enjoy the majority of the story and will likely miss the climax in your efforts to avoid it. Yes, that pun was definitely intended.

 

What I liked the most about Magical Night was that Kay’s thoughts and emotions were virtually transparent to readers. Many people outside of the BDSM community, and perhaps some inside the community as well, have a hard time comprehending the mental state and feelings of a submissive in the D/s and BDSM culture. As a result, I appreciated the fact that readers are experiencing along with Kay her emotional highs and lows, her desire, her thoughts, her fear of speaking aloud those little words. At first she doesn’t understand why Jim is doing these things to her; she thinks that she has done something wrong, embarrassed him in front of his colleagues, and that he is punishing her. But as we follow her thoughts through both the emotional and physical sensations she is experiencing, we come to realize along with Kay why he feels it is necessary to do this to her. We read on as she experiences a kind of sexual awakening, which produces exactly the sort of reaction that Jim wanted and leads to her giving him exactly what he wanted to hear.

 

I also liked the fact that the domination and BDSM elements were portrayed in a positive way, especially after she realized that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. It shows that love and trust are essential to such relationships. It also shows that it has nothing to do with beating a sub/slave senseless, that instead there is much pleasure to be had in such practices.

 

This last bit is merely my opinion as I most enjoy seeing the story from the perspective of all the characters, and those who enjoy reading a story from the perspective of only or mostly one character may disagree. I would have liked to have experienced more of Jim’s perspective throughout the story. I suppose I understand why not, to build up the suspense for what was to come later. Still, I would have liked to know more of Jim’s thoughts and feelings directly rather than trying to interpret them through Kay’s perceptions. But that is just my opinion. Overall, I found it an enjoyable read for those who like hot erotic short stories that offer more than just vanilla spankings.

 

Buy Magical Night at: ARe | Amazon.com | Secret Cravings Publishing | B & N

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*Please note: I was given a copy of this book since this review was requested by the author.

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Dymps Review’s Magical Night

by Karen A.Sullivan

Posted on March 5, 2013 by Dymps

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Synopsis:

Kay Maclachan cannot speak the words that she holds fast in her heart. Jim will not propose until she does, but he has a plan. He will treat his love to a night of BDSM and domination, teasing all of her senses, and driving her into a white-hot, sexual desire that begs for fulfillment. He will force her to say the words he needs to hear, and enjoy torturing them from her.

 

Review:

“Saying the words, ‘ love’ and ‘ trust,’ does not mean you understand the depth of their meanings.”

This is a great erotic short story and it delivers in all the ways it should! Kay thinks she has the upper hand , waiting for Jim to find her “naughty treat” for him, but Jim seems to have a surprise up his sleeve too! Though together for months at the time we meet them, Kay has yet to give herself to Jim completely, in the way he needs; her heart. Can she submit to him in the way he so desperately desires?

Karen Sullivan, with ease, pulls the reader into the story and especially into the character of Kay. She makes us feel her heightened sexual need, excitement and confusion and ultimately acceptance and unrelenting love and also the true depth of feelings Jim has for Kay. She introduces BDSM into the story allowing us feel the initial uncertainty and subsequent pleasure and emotion Kay felt because of the pressures put on her body. The BDSM nature of their relationship is shown in a positive, constructive light. I liked the raw descriptions of Kay’s thought processes, managing to come to terms with her feelings and releasing her past and in doing so gaining her freedom. I liked how Karen Sullivan manages to do so much within a few pages and I’m looking forward to more from her.

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Driveby Angel

Drive-by Angel 

 

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Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her destination. She was sick of this too-small town, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering, 

“Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, BEIGE!” 
She flung slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops, into the suitcases haphazardly. She then tossed her bags into the trunk with a single thought. Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the street, thinking, 

“I need color and I’ll have it, damn it all!” 

She drove blindly and six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine, without really knowing how she had gotten there. Angel stopped for gas with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses. She knew she was beautiful. She had always known it. 

Though she was at the self-serve island two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance. Angel smiled deviously and stepped from her car. She asked the first man to fill the tank and requested that the second show her to the ladies room.  

She immediately learned his name was Davis and looped her arm through his as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts and long, slender legs. He managed to issue a compliment about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling and offered to go in first, to check that it was free of “intruders.” 

Angel stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment. 

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surround-ings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun a huge, yellow gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright red, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance. She wanted to taste the rainbow even if she had to act like a dolt to get what she wanted. 

Angel maneuvered to hold the door asking, offhandedly as she could make it seem, when he was off work. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for night shift. 

“Listen,” she said, “I’m new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights?” she asked innocently. 

“Sure! What’s your pleasure,” he queried, not believing his good fortune. 

Angel pointed into the distance saying, “What’s that? Oh! Is it a lighthouse? Let’s go there!” 

Davis, still standing in the door to the restroom, eyed her up and down knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing. 

“Of course,” he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should stay close to him, “Just in case.” 

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, “Maybe we… shouldn’t,” she said softly with mock fear. 

“Oh no, Miss Angel, I’ll protect you,” he offered. 

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to follow him there. 

Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse as the heavy door swung shut with an echoing bang. She playfully ran up the winding staircase but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her crop top lay in a heap as she unzipped her jean shorts. 

He stood drop-jawed, staring at her from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm, taut ass cheeks and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.” 

She kissed him full on the mouth sucking in his lower lip to run her moist tongue across it and whispered, “Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has.” 

Davis stepped back to review her beauty in a new light. Then he unzipped his pants. Angel closed the step back to bite his neck. He fumbled with removing his pants and she began to lose patience. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back. Again he took half a step back saying, “Boy, you’re no angel. Are you?” 

She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating about how to answer. She took half a step toward him and leaned down to force his pants from his feet. Then, finally, she asked, 

“Ever fantasized about defiling and fucking an angel’s brains out? Now is your one and only chance, Davis.”  

He leaned in to kiss her hard and then scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her. Angel caught his naked body still leaning and pushed him to the ground onto his back. For a brief moment she watched his chest rise and fall heavily.  

“What,” he asked, “What are you doing?” 

Angel didn’t reply. Instead, she bent down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was already mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions.  

She crept between his muscled thighs and sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her lips around him hard. Davis let go a groan like she’d never heard before. It was purely animalistic and her pussy went up in flames.

She sucked him in deeply and bobbed her head up and down his cock. His head rolled to the side with eyes closed. Angel stopped abruptly and fisted his balls. 

“I want you to look at me,” she demanded, as she mounted him cowgirl style.  

“Okay! I’m sorry! Okay,” he pleaded, but Angel was having too much fun being the aggressor for once. 

She dragged her wet slit up and down his steely length with her firm breasts swinging just over his mouth, and barely out of reach. Angel started to realize she had a prisoner to her will and found it exhilarating.  

She leaned back into a sitting position and pushed his cock into her tight, fiery cunt, so slowly it would have broken a lesser man. She was well pleased that he hadn’t cum yet, and decided to torture him a little more. 

Suddenly, Davis thrust into her hard and she pulled all the way back until the head of his dick was barely in her. Then she froze, holding him in the grip of a lust so powerful she never wanted to stop, but the sweet, tormenting ache between her thighs was insistent.  

Softly, she stroked his balls with fingertips, titillating both of them even more, as she drank in her new-found power and he grew firmer inside her. Finally she slammed down hard, relishing the feel of his hardness filling her up, and began riding him hard and fast.  

She pushed faster, stronger, and he matched her with powerful thrusts until she threw her head back in abandon, screaming with a raw intensity. Colors exploded behind her eyelids, as she climaxed hard around his throbbing girth. Their cries mingled in the old lighthouse, resounding around them and in it, Angel heard the call of the wild, like a physical pull. 

Davis lay there, eyes closed, breathing hard. He reached to hold her to him but, for her, this was just a drive-by; her first taste of color in the myriad rainbows and flavors to come.  

Angel dressed quickly, kissed him lightly on the cheek, retreated down the stairs, and tossed over her shoulder, “Thanks Davis! You were super” as the door slammed shut with a bang. 

By Wildfire8470

 

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