Looking through the darkness, she sees the shadows stir, calling to her. Two piercing eyes glow, staring at her, watching hips swaying as she walks softly on the pads of her feet. She hears his alluring call and though she tries, she cannot stop herself from continuing towards it. Her breath becomes shallow as her heart increases it's pace, the adrenaline beginning to flow through her veins as she heads into the unknown.
He follows behind her, his footsteps silent as he stalks ever closer. The wind shifts her scent to him and he inhales deeply, memorizing the smell of her musk. He can tell she is nervous. It is good. He wants her fear, her anger, her lust. He gets close enough to make a noise she can hear, causing her to glance back before beginning to walk a bit more quickly ahead of him. She can't see him. He is the color of the shadows surrounding her.
A crackling noise can be heard ahead. The shadows obscure the sound. It could be anything. Her breathing quickens, causing her chest to heave a bit, making her breasts sway more. The shadows tighten around her, restricting her movement until it is no longer an option. She begins to whimper, feeling her cunt dampen even more through her fear. The shadows pull her arms from her sides and slowly bend her so she is on her knees, ass in the air and legs spread.
He steers closer to her, until he is close enough to touch her. He knows she can hear his breathing. He hears as her breathing quickens; he feels her tremble through the shadows. He touches her and feels her flinch. His nails run down her back, up her sides, and over her shoulders. She is crying now, helpless. She is his. His cock is hard with his desire for her as he teases himself by being so close but not taking her. She is not aggressive. She knows that to fight will make it worse for her. She remains quiet, feeling him touch her, so close but so far away. She is aware that she cannot get away. She has resolved herself to be taken.
He walks around behind her, footsteps ever silent, not letting her know where he will be next. His fingers caress her hips, over her ass before moving down, and dipping a finger inside her cunt. He groans, unable to stop himself. Finger removed, he pushes his cock into her, burying it deep inside her. She moans, her cunt muscles squeezing against him uncontrollably, milking him. He stays for a moment before he begins to fuck her, taking her hard, forcing her cunt to stretch around him as he thrusts in and out of her.
The shadows reach up under her, settling on her hard little clit. It feels so good, as if she's being licked while being fucked and it's not long before she starts helping him fuck her ever harder, taking all of his cock. She cries out, her orgasm wracking her body. He does not stop. He takes her over and over again until she can not move any longer. Only then, when he has taken her very last orgasm, does he cum. His cock spasms, exploding inside her. Once his orgasm takes its toll he settles down beside her, settling the shadows over them like blankets.
She sits up. It is morning and she is in her bed. She shakes her head, wondering at the dream she'd had the night before. As she gets up, she feels how sore she is. She is confused by this because she knows she hasn't done anything that could cause it. Once in the bathroom, she turns to the full length mirror admiring herself until she turns and sees the bruises on her ass. As if someone had been gripping her ass tightly in their hands while they fucked her in the shadows.
July 29, 2013
July 19, 2013
Synchronicity
When all the world’s a show
The carnival rides go to and fro
The quiet looms deep
Except for the music crickets keep
The heavens bow down to the Earth below
And waters run deep with an even keel
flow
But for the fish swimming within
Caught by the bear and brought to her
den
Closer to home still,
Cats creep in for the kill
But are disturbed by the owl
Adorned by the moon’s cold cowl
Quietly snug in their beds
With visions of toys dancing in their
heads,
Children slumber so sweetly
Their rooms picked up neatly
Lovers meet and embrace,
Memorizing the feel of each other’s face
Skin glowing aflame as they mate,
Their hunger for one another they seek
to satiate
July 16, 2013
Daily Rambling
Sometimes I back to what I've written before and when I read it, I wonder how I could have possibly written something like that. And then I read someone else's writing and mine seems to pale in comparison. Their words call out to me and seem to say more than I could ever hope to put to paper (or computer). I don't think myself terribly creative. The tidbit stories I write are made up of bits and pieces of things that have happened to me, with the exception of a few, which I feel a did a shoddy job with.
I have been told in the past that I am smart, and I can see evidence of that in the As I get in my classes. I don't really feel that I'm all that smart, though. I'm just an ordinary gal. Most of the people I associate myself I feel are much smarter than I am. Each person has their own thing that they have studied, worked on/with, and gained extensive knowledge about. Whereas I only gain tidbits of information on many different topics. I don't feel like I have a specialty in anything but my job, which is not something I necessarily enjoy doing on a daily basis.
I've thought many times about if there were one particular subject that I really crave to learn more about, that could become my particular "specialty." When I think about it like this what it boils down to for me isn't necessarily book knowledge but more along the lines of "physical" knowledge. What appeals to me is dealing with people. Skin against skin. Not just sexual knowledge, carnal knowledge, but how energies work together. How my touching someone affects them not just on an emotional level, but also on a physical level. My experience with Taiji is helping me learn about how to focus my energy, but I still have a long way to go.
I have been told in the past that I am smart, and I can see evidence of that in the As I get in my classes. I don't really feel that I'm all that smart, though. I'm just an ordinary gal. Most of the people I associate myself I feel are much smarter than I am. Each person has their own thing that they have studied, worked on/with, and gained extensive knowledge about. Whereas I only gain tidbits of information on many different topics. I don't feel like I have a specialty in anything but my job, which is not something I necessarily enjoy doing on a daily basis.
I've thought many times about if there were one particular subject that I really crave to learn more about, that could become my particular "specialty." When I think about it like this what it boils down to for me isn't necessarily book knowledge but more along the lines of "physical" knowledge. What appeals to me is dealing with people. Skin against skin. Not just sexual knowledge, carnal knowledge, but how energies work together. How my touching someone affects them not just on an emotional level, but also on a physical level. My experience with Taiji is helping me learn about how to focus my energy, but I still have a long way to go.
July 14, 2013
Finally! A bit of Quiet Time...
Today was wonderfully quiet. I could have gone over to a friend's house but when I first got up, I felt rather much like something dredged from the bottom of a lake. So I stayed in. Mini-me watched a couple of movies, played with her ponies and legos, then snuggled with me. This is very much a happy. I watched movies too while she was napping and after she went to bed. I also pretty much shut myself off from the outside world and didn't really answer any messages. Instead I played a video game. I've been going non-stop for over a month now so I think it was really needed. Now both the cat and the child are asleep, the house is quiet, and I'm winding down, preparing to get some sleep so that I'll be alert for work tomorrow.
In three weeks, I'll be off to the beach for a weekend and then a month after that will be DragonCon. I've ordered a new outfit for the con and am working on my super secret costume which I am soooo excited about. If you ask, no I won't tell you (unless you're not going, in which case telling you won't make a big difference). I know it is going to be so much fun. *insert big cheesy grin here*
Oh and school starts back in August too. I'll be taking my politics class, intro to marketing, and my second biology class. Here's hoping the semester goes well and I will be planning at the very least a day trip to the mountains after the semester ends because I have determined that stress plays a major factor in my ear issues. It will be interesting to see how I do with school now that I know that. Maybe I can make some of my friends teach me to fight. *gigglesnorts* (yeah, can you really see ME fighting??)
Meantime, I have half of a blanket finished that I am working on crocheting for someone and I'm also working on a bib that I'm cross stitching for an expectant acquaintance. Plus the other big project that I really should work on and finish at some point here soon....
In three weeks, I'll be off to the beach for a weekend and then a month after that will be DragonCon. I've ordered a new outfit for the con and am working on my super secret costume which I am soooo excited about. If you ask, no I won't tell you (unless you're not going, in which case telling you won't make a big difference). I know it is going to be so much fun. *insert big cheesy grin here*
Oh and school starts back in August too. I'll be taking my politics class, intro to marketing, and my second biology class. Here's hoping the semester goes well and I will be planning at the very least a day trip to the mountains after the semester ends because I have determined that stress plays a major factor in my ear issues. It will be interesting to see how I do with school now that I know that. Maybe I can make some of my friends teach me to fight. *gigglesnorts* (yeah, can you really see ME fighting??)
Meantime, I have half of a blanket finished that I am working on crocheting for someone and I'm also working on a bib that I'm cross stitching for an expectant acquaintance. Plus the other big project that I really should work on and finish at some point here soon....
July 12, 2013
Lights in the Darkness
Every now and again, as I'm doing things, I get what I call a blip on my radar. Some thought or idea that makes me pause and think. It makes me want to write about it because it's usually some little insight into myself that I wasn't aware of previously. Usually when I tell my friends about it, they're all like, "Well, yeah. Duh." But to me, it's brand new and in some ways astonishing. It's not usually something major, just a way I do something, or how I make a decision. Minor stuff really. But it helps me understand myself better. Most of the time, though, I am in a place where I am unable to drop everything and write. By the time I get to where I can, I've moved on and forgotten what the blip was.
For example, as I was watching Torchwood and my new found crush on Captain Jack Harkness *insert fangirl sigh here* and crocheting, I was also thinking about a friend's birthday who is coming up soon. I wouldn't have met and become friends with her and her boyfriend if it hadn't been for a tiny decision I made. If I hadn't saw him and made the comment that I wanted to play with him, I wouldn't have developed the friendship I have with them both. I don't get to talk to or see them nearly often enough but I do think about them. It brings to mind sparkly green butterflies too. And there are others I met because of them that I would never have met if it hadn't been for that same decision, and those words spoken because of it. It's a picture of how the ripple effect works. And I love it.
In thinking about that situation, I also realized that the people who have become constants in my life were made because of moments like that. They were made not necessarily in every day situations but in moments when I didn't care what anyone else thought. I knew what I wanted and what was right at that time, that singular moment which would be gone in a flash. You see, in my every day life, I am nothing extraordinary. At least not to myself. I can't tell how anyone else sees me. I can only see through my own personal filters. I strive to be the best mother, friend, wife, lover, and general all around person that I can be. I strive to increase my knowledge and continue to try to better myself for me and my family. But I don't stand out in the crowd. I am just one of billions of people on this planet trying to make it through each day. That is ok. Because for the few that I am close to, I am enough. And it is good.
Then there are those times where I am not my average nerdy workaholic self. Those times when I can freely let my inner beastie run free. And in those moments, I can see the light in people. You have to be special to catch my attention. Those who have been my constants, my framework for my support network? Those people are special. They caught my attention out of everyone else who was there at the time. They will never know how special they are. How much I care about them. Even when we don't talk for too long, I still think about them, keep an eye from afar, and make contact again when I can. So any of you reading this who are part of my support, who have been there for me whether I knew you were or not, who have allowed me to vent or cry on your shoulder, who have been there for me when I needed release so badly, thank you. Thank you for being special enough to catch my attention when others did not. You. Are. Awesome.
For example, as I was watching Torchwood and my new found crush on Captain Jack Harkness *insert fangirl sigh here* and crocheting, I was also thinking about a friend's birthday who is coming up soon. I wouldn't have met and become friends with her and her boyfriend if it hadn't been for a tiny decision I made. If I hadn't saw him and made the comment that I wanted to play with him, I wouldn't have developed the friendship I have with them both. I don't get to talk to or see them nearly often enough but I do think about them. It brings to mind sparkly green butterflies too. And there are others I met because of them that I would never have met if it hadn't been for that same decision, and those words spoken because of it. It's a picture of how the ripple effect works. And I love it.
In thinking about that situation, I also realized that the people who have become constants in my life were made because of moments like that. They were made not necessarily in every day situations but in moments when I didn't care what anyone else thought. I knew what I wanted and what was right at that time, that singular moment which would be gone in a flash. You see, in my every day life, I am nothing extraordinary. At least not to myself. I can't tell how anyone else sees me. I can only see through my own personal filters. I strive to be the best mother, friend, wife, lover, and general all around person that I can be. I strive to increase my knowledge and continue to try to better myself for me and my family. But I don't stand out in the crowd. I am just one of billions of people on this planet trying to make it through each day. That is ok. Because for the few that I am close to, I am enough. And it is good.
Then there are those times where I am not my average nerdy workaholic self. Those times when I can freely let my inner beastie run free. And in those moments, I can see the light in people. You have to be special to catch my attention. Those who have been my constants, my framework for my support network? Those people are special. They caught my attention out of everyone else who was there at the time. They will never know how special they are. How much I care about them. Even when we don't talk for too long, I still think about them, keep an eye from afar, and make contact again when I can. So any of you reading this who are part of my support, who have been there for me whether I knew you were or not, who have allowed me to vent or cry on your shoulder, who have been there for me when I needed release so badly, thank you. Thank you for being special enough to catch my attention when others did not. You. Are. Awesome.
July 1, 2013
Masquerading as a Sound
The drums beat faster as the rhythm wends it's path through the song and the undertones bounce through my bones, carrying me along with the dance. Faster and faster, wider out, then back in, weaving to and fro with different partners exchanging with another, never knowing one from the next, until I get to you. I know you too well. I've never seen you before but I know you. I know the feel of your hand in mine, the intensity of your eyes looking into mine.
Suddenly, I realize it is darker than before, sounds faintly pressing upon my mind as your hand wraps tightly around mine, spinning me farther into the darkness than ever before. Your body presses finally against mine and I feel your hardness pressing into me, causing my breath to catch, my face to flame with warmth. No questions are asked; no words are spoken. Your mouth crushes mine, taking my breath and changing my body to molten liquid, your hand pressing against my lower back, pulling me even closer to you.
Desire quickens our pace to a corner where you press me against the wall. Your hands find their way under my skirts, testing the truth of my liquid core. I break our kiss to beg you to fuck me, knowing you will whether I beg or not, but you shush me with a finger against my lips and a warning in your eyes. Then your lips are on mine again and all I can do is writhe against you, waiting and soaring ever higher with desire as you tease and tempt me to your heart's desire.
I am unable to think any longer and only your mouth upon mine, your tongue against my tongue keeps me from crying out. Without warning, I feel your cock press against my outer lips, pushing inwards and up, pressing into me until you fill me. You begin pounding into me, your cock so very hard. You fuck me to the timing of the drums, slower and then faster, using the rhythm to assuage our hunger for each other. During the breaks of the drums, you hold still. I cannot and I continue squeezing my muscles around your cock and then shuddering as you start thrusting once more. Orgasm after orgasm trails through me until I can no longer tell where one stops and the next begins.
You continue thrusting, your cock growing ever harder and larger inside me. It begins to seem as if it will never end until you finally cry out, cumming with me as you throw me once again over the precipice to tumble once more, my juices running down your shaft and my thighs alike. Your cock throbs with the force of your orgasm, causing me to moan softly.
Eventually we pull apart and figure out where we are, joining back in with the dancing. Losing each other in the exchange of partners, I know I will see you again. Some other time or place, I will see you again.
Suddenly, I realize it is darker than before, sounds faintly pressing upon my mind as your hand wraps tightly around mine, spinning me farther into the darkness than ever before. Your body presses finally against mine and I feel your hardness pressing into me, causing my breath to catch, my face to flame with warmth. No questions are asked; no words are spoken. Your mouth crushes mine, taking my breath and changing my body to molten liquid, your hand pressing against my lower back, pulling me even closer to you.
Desire quickens our pace to a corner where you press me against the wall. Your hands find their way under my skirts, testing the truth of my liquid core. I break our kiss to beg you to fuck me, knowing you will whether I beg or not, but you shush me with a finger against my lips and a warning in your eyes. Then your lips are on mine again and all I can do is writhe against you, waiting and soaring ever higher with desire as you tease and tempt me to your heart's desire.
I am unable to think any longer and only your mouth upon mine, your tongue against my tongue keeps me from crying out. Without warning, I feel your cock press against my outer lips, pushing inwards and up, pressing into me until you fill me. You begin pounding into me, your cock so very hard. You fuck me to the timing of the drums, slower and then faster, using the rhythm to assuage our hunger for each other. During the breaks of the drums, you hold still. I cannot and I continue squeezing my muscles around your cock and then shuddering as you start thrusting once more. Orgasm after orgasm trails through me until I can no longer tell where one stops and the next begins.
You continue thrusting, your cock growing ever harder and larger inside me. It begins to seem as if it will never end until you finally cry out, cumming with me as you throw me once again over the precipice to tumble once more, my juices running down your shaft and my thighs alike. Your cock throbs with the force of your orgasm, causing me to moan softly.
Eventually we pull apart and figure out where we are, joining back in with the dancing. Losing each other in the exchange of partners, I know I will see you again. Some other time or place, I will see you again.
I Need
Take me in your arms. Kiss me. Ease your hand up my back, to the nape of my neck. Grab my hair and hold it tight, taking my will with your grasp. Make me yours. Love me. Turn me on until my thighs are soaked with my desire.
These dreams wrack my brain. Take them and warp them to your will. Wear me out so that I don't dream of you. Light my body up like a fire, burning so bright and intense that we both melt with the heat of it. I can feel your hands on me, your body pressing into mine as you pin me down, your mouth devouring mine. I can hear the growl crawl slowly along my skin, caressing it, scorching it. Fuck me already!
You tease and torment, just barely pulling at the strings that bind, letting me know you're there, but not daring to pull any harder for you know how much I want it and need it. My mind roils knowing you are there but I can't touch you even though I yearn to and need to more than I could even begin to say.
I need. Over and over my brain tells me this in so many ways. I dream of your hands on my body, inside me, twisting at turning, ever sharpening the desire until I can't think straight. I dream of dancing against you, flesh against flesh. Oh heavens, I can see it even now. It takes my breath away and makes my eyes glaze over as the feeling overwhelms me. Feeling myself under you. Yes, more, please! Please, Sir, may I have another?
How many ways can I say the same thing over and over? I need. My brain is telling me this through my dreams which means I have gone for far too long. How long must I wait for release?
These dreams wrack my brain. Take them and warp them to your will. Wear me out so that I don't dream of you. Light my body up like a fire, burning so bright and intense that we both melt with the heat of it. I can feel your hands on me, your body pressing into mine as you pin me down, your mouth devouring mine. I can hear the growl crawl slowly along my skin, caressing it, scorching it. Fuck me already!
You tease and torment, just barely pulling at the strings that bind, letting me know you're there, but not daring to pull any harder for you know how much I want it and need it. My mind roils knowing you are there but I can't touch you even though I yearn to and need to more than I could even begin to say.
I need. Over and over my brain tells me this in so many ways. I dream of your hands on my body, inside me, twisting at turning, ever sharpening the desire until I can't think straight. I dream of dancing against you, flesh against flesh. Oh heavens, I can see it even now. It takes my breath away and makes my eyes glaze over as the feeling overwhelms me. Feeling myself under you. Yes, more, please! Please, Sir, may I have another?
How many ways can I say the same thing over and over? I need. My brain is telling me this through my dreams which means I have gone for far too long. How long must I wait for release?
Life.
Oh blogging, how I've missed thee. Life has been very crazy. I took a break for summer semester because the class schedule and the way the financial aid works did not mesh for me. I thought I would have a chance to take a break and relax for a bit. Take a couple of trips to see cherished/loved ones. Well, yes and no. Somehow every weekend just about became filled up with something and now I'm just over a month away from the semester starting again. I feel like I'm scrambling to get the time I want with those that I desperately need time with before I start back up with school again because it's highly unlikely I'll get much time away again (DragonCon aside) until next May.
I've advanced to being in the intermediate level for Tai Chi and I'm still enjoying it every bit as much as I did when I first started. I still have a long way to go but I plan to stick with it as long as possible. My health is a bit better than the last time I wrote. I had my follow up with the ENT last week and my hearing in my left ear is about 10 decibels better than before. Slowly but surely, I will find what works for me. One MAJOR thing that helped was getting my tail up to the mountains for a day or two. I think that is the most beneficial stress relief I've had in a while. I need more (anyone own a house along/close to the Blue Ridge Parkway that they wouldn't mind lending me crash space in every so often??)...
I've been getting the urge to write again recently but I haven't had much chance to do so. I have a feeling tonight may bring a flurry to release what has built up. Hopefully I'll be able to write again more. I've missed it terribly.
I've advanced to being in the intermediate level for Tai Chi and I'm still enjoying it every bit as much as I did when I first started. I still have a long way to go but I plan to stick with it as long as possible. My health is a bit better than the last time I wrote. I had my follow up with the ENT last week and my hearing in my left ear is about 10 decibels better than before. Slowly but surely, I will find what works for me. One MAJOR thing that helped was getting my tail up to the mountains for a day or two. I think that is the most beneficial stress relief I've had in a while. I need more (anyone own a house along/close to the Blue Ridge Parkway that they wouldn't mind lending me crash space in every so often??)...
I've been getting the urge to write again recently but I haven't had much chance to do so. I have a feeling tonight may bring a flurry to release what has built up. Hopefully I'll be able to write again more. I've missed it terribly.
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