Thursday, January 12, 2023

Chapter One is Done!

 Here you go, a taste of the book.  This is merely Chapter One, and as I discuss in another blog, this will not be a "sex book" but there will be sex in the book.  Chapter One as is the case in most books sets the tone and you will find out a bit about the main character Aria Armstrong Campbell.  I hope you like it, I will set up a Patreon soon for donations so that I may be able to write more, produce more, advertise more, and hopefully be able to keep content out there for the world.  When the Patreon is set up I will release a few more chapters to those who are willing to support me. I thank you in advance and ask that you share this with your friends and followers so that everyone can enjoy the Kilted Pleasure of the Highlands in 18th Century Scotland.  (By the way, the title of the book will be changed. "Of Kilted Pleasure" is a working title. 

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Of Kilted Pleasure

Chapter One

 

Once more she watched as he removed his plaid, folding it carefully and laying it on the stand beside her bed.  His approach familiar, quiet, and without words.  He held her face tenderly in his calloused hands, his breath gentle and confident.  Tonight, unlike other nights, she dreamed they were in her room at home, laying stripped of their clothes, naked flesh melding into one, as they joined. Often in these dreams, she would find herself beside her imagined lover in a secluded glen, a moor with rolling fields of aromatic heather and the hearty thistle. The last rays of a nonchalant setting sun beating orange and rouge as it began to close its eyes to the day, allowing dusk to creep into her mind's vivid and lucid apparition. He would be with her all night.

    She urged her lily-soft palms as they pressed against his bare and naked chest to feel his heat, allowing him to warm her thoroughly; he could warm her deeply as no man, in reality, had ever been capable of doing. His warrior heart beat steadily upon her skin, pulsating, sending rhythmic vibrations through her wanting form. If she closed her eyes even a slight bit more she could feel each vibration as it penetrated into her very soul.

    Softly, only barely moving his strong long fingers, he traced along the softer form of her breast. Erotic quivers of desire rippled over her, tiny pinpoints of pleasure now vivid on her nude exposed flesh. She trembled with excitement, the anticipation of his hardness pressing inward on her thigh. Gently, he moved his right hand to drape hers to assist her with his desire for touch. She never fought him.

     Was he truly only an imagined lover? Would he ever manifest himself, showing her that true and sustainable love does exist in a world so cruel as to have enslaved her mind to this, her only means of escape from what others would call reality? She had never seen his face fully, he had never allowed it. Perhaps he was just that, an image, a thought, or perhaps he was waiting for her to leave her true and sustainable reality for what would be a better and more fulfilling fantasy; his idea of truth.

            For Aria, the truth was too tormenting to bear. For three long and enduring months, she had been the bride to a man whose hands were hard and unforgiving. She couldn’t think of herself as ever being able to rest assured in them. Why not fantasize about Craig now? Hadn’t he been there for her all these years; since before she was given, before she was known to the village as Mrs. James Fraser MacFarlane? Wasn’t her name hers anymore? No one ever called her by her name now, it was “Mrs. MacFarlane” or “James’ wife”; even the sound of it repulsed her. Closing her satin brown eyes to think only of the one man who has always held her closely and who has always known what to feel and what to think. He alone was her refuge now. Craig Allan Mackenzie. Though he was only a vision, a mere apparition, he was more real to her than the agonizing truth of being made to bed a man who not only despised her but she had no adoring feelings for him as well. Cast to him like a dog only to bear him a child. Would the truth ever be known of the actual cause regarding the young Mrs. MacFarlane before her? What of her? Where had she fallen? Was she alone? No one challenged the man upon his statement that his first wife had simply fainted while standing upon a hilly glen; her fall not only took her life but freed her from a life with an angry bastard.

            Craig, though only in her imagination, had been with her since her early childhood. He began as she, a child, only inches taller, and a bit faster than she. Aria’s detailed mind could conjure the best of stories and these are the things that kept her patient now. Only through her lovemaking with Craig could she withstand the physical touch of her husband. It was Craig’s words she would say, and Craig’s thoughts she would have in order to wane off the pressure and the hideous breath that met hers each night. That she could imagine herself with another man was not a sin, not in her mind, not as long as he lived trapped within the confines of her emotions and inward eye. No one is the wiser. With his strong voice speaking the sweetest of Scots Gaelic she could also pretend to be far away from the oversight of Strathclyde with a million eyes and tongues to watch and lie about her; to her.  Some would brand her a witch if they could feel what she felt each time Craig’s hard fingers thrust gently between the softer lips of her groin; keeping her mind as far away from what was truly her existence. Even in his better moments, James could never be as caring or as sensual a lover as Craig Allen Mackenzie had grown to be.

 

Photo Credit: Pinterest  (This is NOT the real character, but a representation)


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