Sand Storm by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

Hello Stranger

As I lay on my bed with my fingers laced together behind my head, a familiar tingle made things stir. With a mighty force of will, I rallied against such engorging, feeling dirty yet accepting it wasn't my fault—the fae will do it to you every time.

Faery dust fell inside my glass prison and I smiled. I got goosebumps, felt lightheaded, and my grin widened as the most perfect, and utterly disconcerting, not to mention terrifying, woman I had ever met, or anyone else had ever met for that matter, appeared in front of me.

This vision of loveliness, clad in a skintight green dress reaching halfway down shapely thighs, shook her curly golden locks and more faery dust fell, shimmering all the colors of the rainbow as it danced around the room. Magical motes of pure loveliness that each contained a beautiful dream if you ever managed to capture one, which was strictly not allowed on pain of excruciating death delivered by the angel that stood before me in her very high heels.

"My poor, beautiful human, why have they locked you up? Is that poo I smell?" asked Sasha, wrinkling her pert nose I found hard to stop staring at. I found myself ogling her ample bosom instead, squashed as it was inside her low cut dress like two excited puppies keen for release to come out and play. At the thought, I smiled and must have done something pervy with my tongue because Sasha snapped her fingers and said, "Hello? Face is up here," whilst my tongue flared red hot and I put it back inside my mouth where it belonged.

I lifted my gaze and stared into the sweet, smiling face of my faery godmother.

"Hello, Sasha, you couldn't have come at a better time. What took you so long?"

"I came as soon as I could, Arthur. You aren't an easy man to find. Do you know how big the desert is? And the sand, ugh! Horrible stuff." Sasha slapped her bottom, it jiggled.

"Need any help removing it?" I asked. Damn, what was with me? I was becoming a right perverted old man. Sasha gave me a strange look. "Hey, I've been locked up for weeks, and roaming this damn desert before that. I'm, ugh..."

"Horny?" she asked with a wry smile.

"I guess," I said, scratching at my beard. "Thought I'd be too weak, too out of sorts, but—"

"But you are a man, and you would think of sex even as you were being eaten alive by an alligator," she noted with a sad shake of the head.

"Yeah, we're all idiots, I know. Anyway," I said, excited, "have you come to rescue me?"

"I have come," she said, sitting beside me on the bed and crossing one flawless leg over the other. I couldn't stop staring at her kneecap. How could a kneecap be so damn perfect?

"Um, that wasn't actually an answer, you just made a statement."

"Indeed," she said, brushing imaginary lint from a bare shoulder.

"As evasive as ever," I noted. "So, how's things? Long time no see.

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