Dreamin Part 4
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Posted:Oct 15, 2010 7:27 pm
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This strange world I had found myself in gave me an odd sense of forebodding... I was reaching out to a man who's collar I wore, and yet who had abandoned me in the tall grass still burnt by the toxic blood of a defeated foe. Now I wandered this land naked, carrying nothing but the collar round my neck and the katana I had with me when this strange dream began. I had survived the strange river that seemed intent on making me climax to death, I pulled my exhausted body up from the sand leaning heavily on the blade that somehow crossed the river with me, how I kept my grip on it's hilt as my body was ravaged I'll never know, but I was glad for it's company as I moved into the thick trees of the far bank. Strange silver markings the same shade as collar around my neck marked the trees at regular intervals leaving a clear path for me to follow. The light was patchy, raining down from the whispering trees in great pillars that seemed to hold up the darkness. The trees whispered silent in a wind I could not feel on my skin. I had the strange feeling of being watched and wave of goose flesh rolled across my skin. I was not alone.
The darkness seemed unreal in it's solidarity. It was more real than anything else in this strange land so far, apart from my lost love Master. The shafts of light that penetrated it, seemed to shine heaviest on the marks he had left behind for me, but they were growing further and further apart. I wandered deeper into the darkness trusting in the path that lay before me. It was not long and the silver marks and shafts of light stopped all together and I was left in a pure darkness, my feet continuing to travel the path as if they knew it. I could just barely make out a shaft of light ahead of me. Two great stones stood in the light, one flat on it's side infront of the other. Something glinted on this make shift table. I came forward slowly, this was my destination. I knew it as surely as I knew anything in this deadly dream land. On the stone table shining in the light until I could barely see it was a thin hoop. My heart began to race and my free hand gripped at my neck. The hoop was identical to the one around my neck, with one exception. It was pure gold.
My heart pounded in my ears and the sword nearly tumbled from my hand. I swallowed hard and backed away slowly, right into something hard as stone. I knew without turning around that I had backed into the chest of the defeated gold slaver. His left hand slid smoothly around my neck, and his right gripped my wrist and twisted it slowly, with methodical insistance until the sword dropped to the ground. Frozen in near terror I felt him trail his lips up my right shoulder and over the fluttering pulse in my neck, it seemed his lips parted and his teeth hovered over it a moment in indecision before he kissed it gently, spinning me around keeping a tight grip around my neck. I felt a sense of impending doom at the soft clicking sound as the silver ring fell from my neck, no longer gleaming but seeming dead as iron. The gold slaver pushed me back against the stone table, leaning over me ominously. He seemed to be enjoying the position he had now. Broken, exhausted, weaponless, I was now unable to defend myself against him. A tear trickled from my eye as i thought of the delicate and slow yet demanding touch of the silver Master, my Master. This gilded imitation was duplicating it, where the silver Master radiated peace, understanding and patience. It seemed like the coils of a cobra primed to strike inside the gold slaver. He moved slowly and relished in the delicate flesh his eyes beheld it was merely him trying to decide how to mold this flesh for his pleasure. Not ours. I was the vessel.
I closed my eyes and turned away from his lips as he bent in to kiss me, the grip on my throat tightened in frustration. He was angry, he wanted my submission, He took away my choices, showed me the power he housed over me, and yet I still denied him. I could feel the rage building beneath the surface. There would be pain here, but I could not banish the memories of my Master's touch upon my flesh, his need pushing mine, fueling it to new heights. His pleasure feed in kind of mine. I was not just a vessel, I was everything. An enraged cry came from the lips of the golden slaver. As if he could see my very thoughts and memories. My legs were lifted up over his shoulders, and his thick head pressed against my delicate flesh. A moment before he pushed into me he pulled from his side the golden ring and slapped it over my neck crushing the air from my lungs. It tightened in the same instant he forced his way inside. I opened my mouth to scream and no sound came out. His collar tightened on my throat, demanding I obey and be still. He pulled back and rammed hard again the pain of the rock scraping my back along with the length and girth of his shaft and the force of his thrust I felt beaten pummeled and torn apart all in the same instant, and still the collar choked back my screams.
I reached up and tore at the collar digging at my own flesh to pull it away. He roared in animalistic fury and continued to rut, his hands seeking my wrists to pin them to my sides. I bent my will and shoved a foot into his jaw, hitting him hard enough to knock him backwards, as I slid to the ground, bruised and bleeding. I tore violently at the collar and found my voice, rage spewing from my lips. He screamed his frustration and charged at me, as my fingers found the clasp and pulled the collar from my throat. His rage turned to a scream of terror as the hated ring of gold hit the dirt beneath me, and he exploded in a wave of toxic blood and ashes. It splashed at my face. I sobbed and crawled along the path. My fingers met cool metal, this was not the collar of the abuser, I had left it behind me. I sobbed in relief as I pressed the cool silver against my bruised throat, I relished in the soft click as it once again locked in place. In my blinded darkness my thoughts faded to a blackness of their own and I lost consciousness reveling in the cool touch of Master's collar.
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Run
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Posted:Oct 13, 2010 8:12 pm
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My bare feet slap the sand in a coarse rythmn. Long stride after long stride carries me further down the beach. This isn't soft Florida sand, it's jagged and rough, it grinds against my feet. The full moon glints off the water, seeming to follow me in my flight. I need this. I need to escape. So many things building inside of me I just want to scream. The other lights that twinkle on the water remind me that it would not be wise. I'm breathing hard now. My lungs are screaming. Too many cigarettes, good thing I quit. I press my and into my aching side and look out at the moonbeam bridge trickling across the water. I tilt my head back, glad my hair has begun to grow again, those fits when I cut it short always seem like a mistake later. I toss myself down on the sand, it's hard and not near as forgiving as I would have liked.
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Why was I out here? I should be home, where it was warm, my bed was soft, and my big fluffy tiger blanket curled up to my chin. It was depressing sitting at home wishing for something different. Different didn't just happen. You had to go out get a rope and lasso that bastard. I sighed softly, a thing sheen of sweat on my arms and legs made my forehead want to slide off but I kept my seat, knees to my chest, elbows on my knees head on my forearms. I heard a whomph of sand and looked up. It was dark but I knew who it was. I looked back out over the water.
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"We can't keep doing this..." His arm came around my shoulder and gently and comfortingly stroked my arm, chilled and covered in goose flesh from the cool night air.
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"Why can't we?" He slid behind me and wrapped his arms around mine, his thighs on either side of my hips, pulling me back against his chest. He let his chin rest on my forehead and I couldn't supressed the annoyed smile. Yeah I get it... I'm short.
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"Because you're seeing someone, it'll never work out, my family hates you, and it's all some big secret." I let it all just tumble out of my mouth. I'd been bottling it up for weeks. He was quiet for a minute, his hands stroking warmth back into my arms as e thought.
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"You don't care that I'm seeing someone, you said quote "I'm her problem, she's not mine." Right?" I nodded, it was true it was how I felt. I felt bad for it, but it was the way I felt about the relationship, he'd text me when he was with her, when he was with me the phone went off. He'd take off work to spend entire days with me, she was LUCKY if she got to see him a few days a week after he got home.
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"We both know why it won't work, not in the long term. If it was just the two of us, we'd be together forever. But You have your past, I have mine, and until we can come to terms with that, the best we can do is to sneak in a little bit of each other, the one thing that feels right and is so wrong. It's all that matters" He began to massage the tension out of my shoulders.
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"Your family has every right to hate me, I did stupid shit. You forgave me enough to talk to me again, I don't see why they won't, but I don't want to hurt you more by making a big deal out of it." He hugged me tight from behind, his cheek pressed against mine as we watched the moon trailing through the dark water.
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"It's a big secret because we know why we can't be together, the chaos from your family and mine, do you want that chaos back in our lives?" I shake my head sadly. I wanted more... so much more... but it was so hard to find Mr. Right and so lonely in a big empty bed. This was what we had, secret meetings, stolen days, and for a few hours, we could pretend that it was all ok. I wasn't the same person I was 3 years ago. Neither was he. I knew that when you grew up you made sacrifices to make things better. Better wasn't always great but it was better than the dark pits of despair and want and need that made people do stupid things.
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His hand slid inside my shirt and found a taught nipple. Even when things were better people did stupid things....
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I turned in his arms and slide my shirt up over my head laying it under his head in the sand, I slowly climbed my way up his chest and let my tongue caress his lips. My knees sliding over his thighs to stradle his hips, his ands pulling the ponytail holder from my hair. I move my head up to toss my hair over my shoulder and his hands come up to roughly massage my breasts pulling one towards his eager mouth. He nibbles the sensitive bud of my nipple in his teeth and I feel a shiver of excitement trail down my spine. This was worth it. The feel of someone else's want, their need, their desire for you. It was better than any pharmacutical high could ever be. I let my hips begin to rock, letting my heat and need echo. My hips dip low to trail my heat over his cock, both still clothed as I let myself stroke him.
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Now that my nipple was held captive by his lips tongue and teeth, his ands trailed around my breasts and down the curve of my back, into the back of my running shorts. He cups my ass in both hands squeezing it firmly using his grip to command my grinding hips. A moment ago I was rocking, and now he's rocking me,pushing me down to feel the hard shaft waiting for me, it nearly had me trembling. The sensously rough torture of my breasts, that dominating grip on my ass. This was what I wanted, what I craved. This and so much more, but to get what you really want sometimes it takes a little patience. Patience could wait.....
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Good Men...Bad Masters... Good Masters
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Posted:Apr 8, 2010 10:58 am
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As a submissive woman. Everyone sees me differently, How I see myself is what truly matters but if you live your life to please another then it taints how you see yourself if you are displeasing in some way.
Good Men
A good man, doesn't want a woman on her knees. He doesn't want her to "belittle" herself to him. He wants an equal. This is fabulous. There is nothing WRONG with being a good man. But some men are so hellbent on being good men, that they become, in a way, submissive themselves. Asking for your opinion on every little thing, trying to please. It's a submissive's job to please. When you go out of your way to bend your world to please her... she feels like she is distracting from her main task... pleasing you.
Bad Masters
Bad Masters understand the concept of a submissives need to please, but somewhere along the line choose to forget that a submissive is a PERSON too. They stop caring about their submissives needs, both physical and psychological. The need to be caressed after a flogging, or the need for that little dab of LUBE. It becomes a line to cross... a new boundary to push. It's not about love anymore, it's not about letting them please you. It's about taking their boundaries further than they should ever go.
Good Masters
Good Masters understand that a sub needs someone to take on the decisions, but who knows their sub well enough to know what they would want if they were making a decision. Like where to go out for dinner. A submissive can be rather indecisive and truth is the majority of restaurants have enough variety in their menus it really doesn't matter. Pick the restaurant, let her pick her meal... or not... depends on the slave and the circumstances.
A good Master understands the boundaries that his slave can or can't cross and understands that if you're going to cross a boundary it's not something you just crash through like a bull through a barrier. It's something you do hand in hand with love and understanding and patience enough to know when is the time to push and when is the time to back off.
I know... momentary Bitch Rant from JoJo.
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Dreamin Part 3
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Posted:Dec 20, 2009 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2010 8:18 am
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I shifted in my sleep, feeling the heat of the day bear down on my skin. I opened my eyes in wonder, still lost somewhere in the surreal world I had found myself in. The warm red sky beat down with a warmth that bore no sun. The multi-hued trees waved in a wind that seemd to ignore me. It niether caressed my skin nor cooled my flesh, still heated from the past nights submission. I blinked as I recalled the events and raised a hand to my neck. Fingers met cool metal as they explored the cold silver ring. I looked quickly around the clearing, what remained of my clothes lay in tatters on the trampled grass, and my katana leaned against a tree stump nearby. My champion was no where to be seen.
This surreal dream world seemed warm and content, and even though I didn't know where my Master was, I had no worry that he was not nearby. I pulled myself to my feet and picked up my sword. I gazed down at the tattered clothing and left it on the ground, I would not need it here. There was no shame in my body, and the only protection from the elements I needed lay in the collar around my neck. I kept my sword and case in my hand as I followed the path of trodden grass away from the clearing. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of where the gold slaver's blood had scorched the earth. I shuddered visibly as I tried to force the look of twisted hatred on his face from my mind.
Up ahead the path in the grass curved into the trees. But instead of making it harder for me to find, it made it simpler. Silver material, like paint and brushed by the trees, leaving their mark on the limbs and branches as it passed by. I followed my easy trail, it was leading me home. I knew in my heart that's where this path must take me.
Soon a great river broke the horizon through the silver marked trees. I walked to the water's edge, across the rushing water I could see that the silver trail continued on the other side. I looked from side to side, there was no ferry, no bridge. The river had to be 50 feet across, but there was only one way across. To swim.
I settled my katana across my back, it's strap crossing my chest as a seatbelt miht, crossing perfectly between my breasts. I stepped to the edge of the water. Something seemed unnatural about the water, and that went beyond it's hot pink hue. I placed a foot in the water and immediately felt a red hot spike go up my leg and into my most sensitive areas. I jerked back taking my foot from the water, gasping for breath as my clit became uncomfortably engorged. It only took a moment to realize the purpose of this river.
It was a test. The water had a magical property that allowed whoever bathed in it to become achingly sensitve to the touch. The arousal it achieved after a moemnts touch was nearly more intense than any orgasm I had ever experienced. I feared that to cross this river would truly be the end of me. To orgasm to death... and my Master was somewhere on the other side....But it was trust... supreme and ulitmate trust.
Master had left this path that I might follow it, knowing where it led. It was a test of my trust, did I trust that Master would take me to the edge and beyond in infinite orgasm? and yet trust him that my mind would remain whole on the other side. I longed to follow... but doubt clouded my mind. Could I survive? Master thought I could.
I took another step forward and placed a foot in the water.. red hot fire climbed my legs and the wind I could not feel before caressed my skin in the most erotic way. My breasts were achingly sensitive, my knees and thighs weakended in pleasure. As I took step after step into the water and it reached my thighs I closed my eyes, struggling for balance I was nearing orgasm and it seemed like every muscle in my body pleaded for it's release. As the water passed my navel the water began to change... it wasn't a disembodied desire anymore. The water seemed to solidify, a dozen hands finding my most intimate places, massaging my body, teasing my things and my clit, exploring me.
As the water deepened the hands possessed more and more of me. The orgasms that wracked my body made it nearly impossible to swim. I rolled onto my back, trembling in the water and floated, hoping the current would take me to the far side. A disembodied hand wound it's way into my hair angling my chin and keeping my mouth and nose out of the water... while other hands pulled my body down. I could not move tight hands gripped my ankles and held them apart, my arms wound behind my back and stayed there as if shackled. The further I crossed the river, the more things changed. Soon the hands were replaced by lips and tongues, caressing my prone body. I thought I would explode and die when the largest tongue I'd ever felt slid deep inside me. At first I thought that again things had changed and it was a phallus, but it squirmed and twisted and moved in a way that no cock could.
Watery lips, teeth, hands, and tongues caressed my skin and probed my flesh. Every inch of me exposed. It was like everything else in this place, it was sensual, it was erotic, it was bizarre and I didn't give a tinkers damn. This was my world, my private site of lust and desire.
I was ten feet from the far shore when the feelings of being touch suddenly stopped. I still could not moved, an imaginary fist still bound in my hair and my wrists and ankles still in their docile position. I whimpered softly as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt the gentle trail of a head against my clit, so odd because it was made of firm water... it parted me as I moaned, thrashing lightly as the simple act of penetration set me to cumming again, it pressed it's way in, filling me completely touching my every core, and as it reached my cervix another pressure assaulted my sensitive anus.
Thinner and still oh so gentle it slid deep within me and held it's position, the lips and teeth returned like twins caressing my shoulders, an ethreal hand caressed my right breast and left hip only to be matched on the opposite sides, as slowly as they started, the watery phalluses synchronized in a silent rythmn, in and out as the tide would move, I trembled violently, sure I would soon pass out from pure pleasure. The were gentle and unyielding all at once. Perfectly timed thrusts pushing again and again to orgasm.
I'm not sure how long it went before the blackness consumed me. I woke up on the far bank, directly infront of the silvery marks that had drawn me to the river. My journey wasn't done, but I lay my head upon the sky blue sand. I had survived.
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Another Dream
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 8:17 am
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Sparks flew as steel rang on steel. My arm shuddered with the pressure of pushing the blade away. My muscles were tired and I let out a scream as I felt another blade course my back. I turned as another opponent came charging and turned the blade away from me. That made three... I needed help, please god save me. I turned and a friend was behind them. He could have helped me, but he just stood there, watching as I struggled against my three opponents. Everyonce in a while my opponents would turn on each other, fighting amongst themselves instead of me, and my tired muscles would have a moments rest, but then one would turn and attack. I never knew when it would be one or all or none.
When finally I fell back retreating from my enemies. My friend came foreward. He put his hands on my wounds, easing them and whispered words of encouragement. Then words of admonishment for my retreat. His hands were on me and my torrmented mind didn't pick up the warning, the danger. His hands slid over weary flesh. My body began to ache, but not from weariness. It ached with a need of him. I slid my hands over his chest and looked up into his blue eyes. My lips trailed across his shoulder my teeth teasing his flesh. My tattered armor slid away as his hands sought my flesh. His fingers teased my my clit and explored my wetness. It was heaven, it was hell, my war ravaged body responded to his every whim. He teased me, tortured me, drove me higher. I sank my teeth into his chest as he finally entered me. Each thrust made my body shudder and I seemed to detach myself. It was wave after wave of pleasure. My hurts, my wounds all seemed to disappear beneath the surface of pleasure. They didn't heal, but they were glossed over. When I lay spent on the ground, he left me there. From heat of passion's fire to the cold of the night. I trembled in confusion, fear, and hurt.
I picked myself up and carried on. It wasn't long before my enemies found me again. Their attacks hit up on the hurts that had not yet healed and widened them. I was nearly crippled in the assault and again had to flee to survive. He found me again, but there was no love, no passion this time. This time He took my sword, and threw me to the ground, tearing from me my armor. He mocked me in my cowardice and joined my enemies in mocking me. I fled, their voices still ringing in my ears... I fled to an unknown world with nothing to keep me warm or safe... Just a broken mind, a broken body, and a broken heart... and nothing to show for it.
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Dreamin Part 2
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Posted:Sep 3, 2009 6:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2010 8:14 am
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The silver collar round my neck was just loose enough, he could fit his fingers between it and my tender flesh to use it as a hand hold. He flipped me over as if I was weightless, on my knees in the violet grass that rose over my head, the shimmering, twinkling, silver stars seemed to wink at me from the green sky. They seemed to grow brighter suddenly as his head came in contact with my warm moist slit, he looped one hand through the collar as the other teased me terribly, trailing the head up and down my most intimate place, spreading my juices over my orifices. For a moment it seemed he couldn't decide and I trembled in anticipation of the unknown.
He chuckled, it was a deep authoritive sound, he paused his shaft pressed against me, to trail a hand down my back. His grip on my collar pressed my shoulders to the ground. The hand that didn't hold me captive trailed down my back and over my hip, squeezing with a gentle roughness at the creese between hip and thigh as if testing it possibility as a hand hold. He gripped my ass cheek and parted me so that he could see the places his tongue had traveled. His thumb trailed down the edges of my holes it gripped at the side of my pussy making it gape against the head of his cock. I was breathing hard with anticipation, fear, curiousity, and deep down a lust to be taken, here in this open place like a beast.
He pressed forward with his hips, urging my tight pussy to open up to his large shaft, I moaned and began to tremble, biting my lip as I began to cum again. My sex already beyond aroused from his deep exploration with his tongue. He released the collar and trailed hard bitten nails down my back making it arch away and opening me wider to his invasion. He pushed in with infinite slowness, seeming to take forever before I felt his thighs brush the backs of my legs. I trembled and came and came and he waited for the crashing waves of orgasm to subside before gripping my hips tightly pulling back and slamming forward in near violence I cried out in passion and suprise but no sooner had the sound left my lips then he was thrusting again.
Each thrust forced a whimper from my lips. My hands shot behind me to grip his wrists as he pushed my face into the grass. He released my hips and grabbed my wrists pulling my arms straight back and lifting my shoulders from the ground. He thrust deeply again and again, My nearly continuous moan witnessed by none but the stars laid upon their green velvet bed. With a sharp speed that suprised another squeal from my lips he released my arms and cupped my breasts. His legs were much longer than mine and despite his kneeling position, leaning back pulled me up his thighs, impaling me to his thrusts, my own weight carried me down his shaft penetrating deeper and more fully than I had ever known.
His teeth sank lightly into the soft patch of skin between neck and shoulder and his thrusting slowed, prolonging an orgasm that already seemed unending. I felt limp and weak in his arms, as if he read my thoughts he knew when to slow, when to speed up, and when to thrust deeply and hold. Of course somewhere in the back of my mind, the part that knew this to be a dream I knew it was me finally being able to find a man who could read such things in my face or in my posture to know what I wanted without ever speaking a word...
Suddenly his grip tightened and his thrusting again began to pick up speed. A deep growl resonated from his chest and I reached behind me to grip his head as I felt him jerk and tense his own passion reaching it's peak I felt him pulse within me as his breathing slowed his growl still filling my ears, vibrating in his chest and making me tremble. When he regained himself he lifted me from his shrinking cock and laided me on that soft sweet violet grass. He laid beside me and I curled into his arms, my head resting in the crook of his arm, my legs twined with his as we watched the green sky fade to a surreal red in the coming dawn... I closed my eyes and nodded off, surrendering myself to his will, trusting him completely.
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Dreamin
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Posted:Aug 31, 2009 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2011 8:16 pm
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I walked against the wind, my black silk pants billowing back from my legs, the juliet sleeves on my white peasant top waved in the wind behind me like butterfly wings. My hair was long again, and the stray winds whipped it behind me, a shifting shade of red and white. I knew it was a dream... the world around me was too dark, too surreal. The mushrooms were larger than the tree stumps, the grass an unnatural violet. My bare feet crunched through the underbrush without me feeling it. I felt a weight on my back and reached up to touch the hilt of the sword, quietly sheathed, without seeing it I knew it's look, a bright silver katana with a black and gold grip, two baubles hanging from the guard.
I inhaled deeply and continued my journey, some part of my brain, left long sleeping, knew where I was going, but my waking mind just followed the will of my dream self. I stepped from the towering mushrooms and sinister trees into a great meadow. The tall grass waved in a rainbow of violets, reds, and black... A great green sky spread over head dotted with silver stars. This was my destination, what was I to find in this strange place, this hidden part of my mind? I gazed across the ever shifting meadow to see a figure emerge from the shadows. Taller and far broader than I, he glanced at me as if he'd been waiting, my breath caught and my heart pounded, this is what I'd been searching for.
I froze midstride and met his glance, a great sword strapped to his back, a golden ring hung from his belt. Anger and hate radiated from him like a wave, his nostrils flared, and a great war cry screamed from his lips as he pulled his sword and began his charge across the meadow.
A slaver, a man who captures women for prize. My hands trembled as i pulled the katana from it's sheath. His sword was thick and broad, my defense would be weak against it. I swallowed and backed up, but my back hit something solid, I turned to find another man behind me, he also carried a broad sword and wore the clothes of a slaver, but his eyes were not focused on me, but on the man across the meadow. The ring that hung from his belt, his collar, was silver. His hands slid down my shoulders, pointing my sword to the ground, he stroked my hair softly, his eyes never leaving the other man. He pulled his great sword from his sheath and slowly calmly walked towards the charging barbarian.
The other man's anger, directed at me shifted and he took a massive swing at the man with the silver collar, who dodged it and swung a fist straight into the oncoming man's nose. Blood gushed, black and boiling, where it sprayed the ground it burned and hissed. The man with the silver collar turned calmly, his very being the essence of patience, and yet his eyes sparkled with the threat of death and the desire for destruction. Again the golden one charged, this time the silver one let him get nearly past him then dropped the hilt of his sword down hard between his shoulder blades. The gold one dropped to his knees, huffing and screaming in rage.
The silver one spared a curious glance at me, as if to see how I felt about this battle, I still had my sword drawn, watching in a kind of rapt horror as the gold one's blood burned and destroyed everything it touched. I shivered at that glance and prepared for him to charge, but he turned his attention back to the gold one, stomping one great stomp down on the back of his fallen opponent. The gold one growled his indignation but did not immediately try to rise again. The silver man turned his back on the gold and walked towards me. I raised my sword and leveled it at his neck, steeling myself again, but he calmly gripped the blade and pushed it away, his hand slipped to his belt and he raised the silver ring.
I searched his eyes, they had softened now, a sweet azure blue, I felt my grip loosen on the hilt of my sword and stepped forward as if entranced. The gold one shrieked in rage and tried to push himself up from the ground, he gained his feet and staggered towards the unprotected back of the silver one. I felt fear but the silver one held my eyes, trailing the silver ring over my neck, i felt a soft click as it locked in place, and heard the dying screams of the gold one as he faded into dust and drifted away across the meadow.
The silver one gripped my jaw in both hands and guided my lips to his, claiming me in a way that touched my most intimate core. His hands, persistant but never rough, travelled down and tore open my peasants blouse, exposing my breasts to the cool breeze of the meadow. His lips followed the hollow of my throat down into the valley between my breasts his hands gripping each softly as his tongue trailed over then, his thumbs and forefingers claiming and twisting my nipples gently, his tongue trailed lower, exploring the low curing line of the silk pants I had worn. The fabric was thin and did nothing to hide the rising scent of my desire. He lowered me then on my back in the tall grass and removed the fabric in his way.
His tongue explored every inch of me, tracing patterns of lust down my abdomen, following the V of my thighs before dipping into taste my heat... I felt my thighs pull together convulsively, but his hands gripped my knees and pressed them to the ground as his tongue delved deeper into my center, his tongue was so long, abnormally so it teased my g spot and tortured my inner depths, his rough hands parted my lips gently as that tongue explored every fold, every hidden treasure of me. His arms slid beneath my thighs to lift my knees over his shoulders, he sat up dragging me to him as his tongue delved lower to explore my sensitive ass hole.
I shuddered and trembled at this onslaught but could do nothing, my position gave me little options to deny him, and his tongue probed deeper parting and claiming all my orifices, his fingers and tongue explored every inch of my being inside and out as they ravaged me in pleasure, I trembled violently as I climaxed again and again, when he was satisfied with his exploration, he lowered me to the ground again, my body trembling and spent, he parted my thighs again and puffed a soft breath across my engorged clit. I trembled again with a soft moan, as his knees brushed the backs of my thighs and the head of his member slide the length of my soaking slit, I begged for release, for an end to this sweet torture. He merely smiled as he teased the head within my tight pussy, stretching it near the breaking point, I moaned in delightful agony.
It was obvious he was not done with me, every thing about him screamed obey, and with the discipline he had shown in battle I'm sure he would continue until the job was done to his satisfaction
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The Empath and the White Noise
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Posted:Aug 2, 2009 9:02 pm
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I have to laugh. I've always known of the existance of the supernatural. The thought of ghosts and goblins goes without saying. But the idea of a superhuman anomaly in the brain... I guess at a stretch that one fits too. You see the way I've always understood it is that there are people with psychic abilities that vary as much as the shades of a persons hair. If you want to get into the broadest possible spectrums, there are recievers, transmitters, and then a combination of the two. Some are just "lucky" others know when things are going to go terribly wrong. These "gifts" manifest in many different ways.
I've met, actually seem to attract might be better, many people with these kinds of gifts. I've asked several why, most of them couldn't explain it. Some of them hated me on sight. When I finally nailed a few of them down to tell me. I got a suprising answer. I've always been what I call "intuitive" just knowing a perspective that gives me an advantage, what I didn't know is that I also transmit. My "transmissions" aren't what normal people get. People who are recievers often pick up a passing emotion or thought from someone else. Some are quite good at it. But it seems that I for some strange reason emit a type of buzzing that others can feel or even hear. I call it white noise.
I know it's a leap to believe these things and for the most part I'm describing something that I've been told by others on different occassions by more than one person so it's their opinion I'm stating here. I can't feel or hear this "white noise".
It seems that the last 4 men I've slept with were, unbeknownst to me at the time, empathic in some fasion. Mostly recievers. One of them has called me several times asking that I merely sleep with him(actually sleep) because he's never adjusted to being with out his "filter". These are people who recieve thoughts and feelings from others. The "white noise" I emit usually cancels out those transmissions. It provides sleep and a relative silence for my partner. What do I say to this one.. You're welcome?
I understand the white noise and where it comes from. It's my million mile an hour thought process. It never seems to stop even while I'm sleeping... I've adapted to it. but if you were to hear my thoughts and hook them up to a speaker it would be a constant murmur of information from multitasking and multiworrying lol. Hence the white noise.
Do I believe it... I don't know...
Is it possible... I don't know...
What do I do with it... I don't know...
Apparently my talent is putting people to sleep... 
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Primal Needs
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Posted:Jul 31, 2009 12:51 pm
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As a submissive it's always a difficult thing to remember that even though you put someone else's needs and wants before your own there are your own to think about. Usually this falls into Master's category. When choosing a Master you have to be very careful, the amount of trust you place in him is phenominal, and if he can't handle himself, he sure as hell can't hand you. One of the most important things to take into account is called the 6 primal needs. These needs are the outline of the very basic things that a person must have to stay in the BDSM code of "Safe, Sane, and Consensual" If these needs aren't being met, then one of these three things is missing... and that's not only unwise, it's dangerous.
Primal Need #1
First Primal Need: Certainty and Comfort
Our first need is for certainly. This refers to, most specifically, a certainty that we can be comfortable to have pleasure and definitely avoid any pain.
For some, it means a predictable routine that can also be perceived as a secure environment. Another way of satisfying this need for certainty is through predictability in our relationships. Some people seek to fulfill it in physical ways, by eating, compulsive habits, holding on to specific mental belief structures, or engaging in particular emotional reactions (triggers) to certain events.
Don't be fooled. Certainty, according to the dictates of HNP (Human Needs Psychology) is a survival instinct and is shared by all animals. If you feel that your survival is at risk, you will focus solely on it, to the exclusion of all else, even your other primal needs. How do you tell when a person is trying to meet his need for certainty? How do you establish if that is his governing need at present? Often, you can determine this by the things that he says and the words that he uses in his conversation. For example, one my show this by feeling grounded, safe, secure, protected, stable, and have a certain amount of life predictability.
In D/s, you can see this in the need to be owned, have rules, and have enforced boundaries.
Primal Need #2
Second Primal Need: Uncertainty and Variety
Once we our need for certainty is met, we then have a need for uncertainty, otherwise known as variety and challenge. It is in this way that we seek the stimuli that will ultimately put our emotional, mental, and physical capabilities to the test. This requirement for uncertainty manifests as suspense, surprise, or exercise -- anything that breaks pattern. The most common forms of this phenomenon are life's simple problems. When things don't go as you planned, and you have a different (and often unwanted) outcome, it creates variety and uncertainty. Some people get variety in direct ways: taking on challenging projects, momentary diversions, extreme sports, and many other forms of perceived pleasure. This idea also shapes my view of masochistic bottoms and bottoming. There are also those who pursue it in paradoxical ways, slipping into learned patterns of depression, being fearful, and the need for a high level of drama.
What are the conversational keywords for this need? Craving, need, release, exertion, change, instability, problems, and emergencies.
Primal Need #3
Third Primal Need: Significance
Everyone needs to feel important, special, and needed. This, in many ways, helps shape who we are in the here and now. Case in point, for those who had siblings, you competed for your parents' attention in any way you could. Eventually, this maifested in the role you chose to accomplish that goal within your family unit. Whether you're the obedient , the smart , the responsible , or the troubled , don't be deluded into thinking that this hasn't carried over into your adulthood, and affected how you perceive the world around you.
You can feel significance by your positive accomplishments, or by demeaning, degrading, and devaluing others. With few exceptions, significance comes from measuring yourself comparatively to those around you. In BDSM, this is the fundamental need which speaks to the hierarchical nature of Dominant/submissive relationships and superior/inferior roles. Those who are overly-focused on the need for significance have a tendency to find connections with others (and in some cases, their partners) problematic. When one compares by highlighting differences rather than similarities, his perceptual balance goes out of whack, especially for one who tends to fixate. From there, it's a short hop for him to satisfy his need for significance through acts of low self-esteem. This can take the form of constantly needing reassurance or reinforcement that he is worthy.
Let me give you a word of caution, though. If your partner starts to allow his/her need for significance satisfied from sources other than you, watch out! It will create a block to effective communication and correct perception. In some cases, this barrier will become so effective that it can literally block your attempts to meet the fourth primal need in this list for your partner.
What are the conversational keywords for this need? Conversation focused around feeling or being rejected/undesirable, as well as the need to be needed, desired, proud, important, achieving, perfect, disciplined, to perform well, and be competitive. It could also be quite the opposite. The conversation could be focused equally as intently on not being good enough.
Primal Need #4
Fourth Primal Need: Love and Connection
We all strive for a connection with other human beings and the hope for love. Many of us are aware of the documented studies of who don't experience any significant form of caring love, and the connection between their stunted growths, both emotionally and physically. In this sense and context, love can be considered a survival instinct, since we seek it even as babies. Our drive for connection is a big part of who we are already, no matter what we become. The problem arises in our belief system, perceptional filters, and personal rules for receiving, recognizing, appreciating, and giving love. This is where may relationships (including Dominant/submissive relationships) begin to break down.
Often one/both partner(s) have conflicting rules or belief systems when it comes to giving and receiving love, or how to connect. For example, there are submissives who feel that their dominants no longer love them when they knowingly break a rule and the Dominants say nothing or don't seem to notice. By the belief systems of those submissives, the Dominants don't care enough about the them to enforce the rules. However, at that moment, the Dominant may be too tired, preoccupied, or even in his/her own survival mode, and is thus unable to react.
Regardless, the submissives' belief systems or rules for love define that situation differently. When it happens in that way, one party could be meeting the other's need for connection or love, but the receiving party's belief system blocks the meeting of his/her own need (the incoming love). Subsequently, the partner who is feeling unloved ends up being accusing the other of not loving, when, in fact, he/she is preventing that very thing. If you don't know your own rules for love or if you don't know how to receive love, then how can your partner effectively meet that need? Correspondingly, how can one then claim that he/she is not being loved in the first place? Without self-knowledge and understanding of your own rules, how do you know your partner isn't meeting yoru needs?
What are the conversational keywords for this need? Feeling connected, together, unified, on the same page, and passionate.
The last two needs are needs of the spirit and are important to human fulfillment and growth.
Primal Need #5
Growth
In life, that which is living and doesn't continue to grow dies. In essence, if you think about it within this context, you are either growing or dying. Therefore, your body, your money, your relationships, your love or happiness must be developed and expanded or it will eventually die. There is no time off from this governing reality, no reprieve from daily maintenance to keep what we have. Either you do the work of caring and cultivating that which you have and love, or you watch it degenerate and die.
Primal Need #6
Contribution
There is another rule that states, "Everything in the universe contributes beyond itself, or it is eliminated." This is true in the animal kingdom, as well as the human world. It is even true in the work environment in the form of lay-offs. One way to reduce emotional issues or physical sources of pain is focus on serving beyond one's self. In this regard, contribution allows us to access and satisfy our other primal needs, if not moderate them to some degree. Focusing on contribution to others gives us certainty, for not only is there always a way, but consistency of routine. Variety needs will be met because nothing ever goes as planned, so you'll have problems, challenges, and surprises to overcome. You'll get significance from the gratitude of those to whom you contribute, as well as praise for being an incredible person of character (since most people today only commit to themselves). Finally, you'll also have connection with those you serve, help, or to whom you contribute -- along with those like you, who are also serving. There is no growth like that which comes from the spiritual connection of helping others or of serving the greater good.
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The Lake
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Posted:Jul 20, 2009 9:49 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2009 10:00 pm
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The stars twinkled off the water like diamonds in a bed of black velvet. They just beckoned to be touched. I hugged my robe close to me as I let my feet skim the surface at the end of the dock. It was warm, mid July always made the water warm as a summer's kiss. I glanced around at the twinkling lights of the other houses on the small inlet of the lake. Music drifted softly over the water from one, it's lights still burning, another I could see the firelight through the baywindow that overlooked the lake. No one was outside, everyone was to occupied with pursuits indoors to notice one wicked little imp who wanted to go skinny dipping.
I dropped my robe slowly onto the dock and used the ladder to get into the water. A large splach might have alerted someone to my presence. I leaned back in the water to wet my hair and a warm breeze caressed the tips of my breasts, making my nipples harden. I pulled my hair from the water and let it excess cascade down my back and over the globes of my ass. I sighed with a smile, the water was delightful. I slid off the step and lowered myself into the water allowing myself to float on my back, my breasts dipping in and out of the water as the waves moved back and forth. I giggled at the erotic sensation it sent trembling through my body.
I alternated floating and diving under the water. I never even thought about the fact that kicking to push myself underwater would make a splash. Let alone attract attention. I floated on my back again, gently waving my arms and legs to stay afloat, enjoying the wonderful sensation of the waves on my breasts, when my head bumped something temporarily pressing my face into the water, I sputtered as I pushed my head above the surface assuming I had bumped into one of the dock supports. I coughed.. "Smooth one, Jo-Jo..trying to drown yourself?" I muttered to myself. Warm hands slid around my waist and cupped my breasts pulling me back against a rock hard frame. "God I hope not," an unfamiliar voice growled in my ear, "It would be such a waste.." I gasped and moved to wipe the water from my eyes, but a hand gripped my wrist as lips moved over my shoulder and up my neck, I trembled, it was one of my most sensitive places.
"Let's not spoil the suprise, my little water nymph. It can be so erotic for both of us, here in the dark... anonymously..." The soft scratch of his goatee trailed along my neck to bring his lips to my ear, sent another tremor through me, my body going limp and a soft smile crossing my lips. "That's so true..." I whispered before his hand trailed up my neck to tilt my head back, he claimed my lips and silence anything else I would have said. I reached out for the dock ladder to help stay afloat as his hands travelled my body. Exploring it with warm caresses only to have the water chill where his hands had been a moment later. It was so erotic. His lips travelled my shoulders and back, his hands alternated between my breasts and dipped lower caressing my clit slowly, expertly in time with the waves.
I began to whimper softly, and he shushed me, "Not yet, my pet... this is just the appetizer... let's move on to the entree`.." His soft growling voice made my body tremble... I felt him drift closer to me in the water, his hips pressing into my backside as his head trailed up and down my slit. I murmured and squirmed a little, the head pressed firmly against me and slowly, oh so slowly entered, the rush of water, the warm sensation fo fufilment, I couldn't help it I was cumming as he entered, his hand gripping my shoulder tightened his grip slightly, his other hand on my hip, urger him in further until he was fully submerged in my squirming pussy. He didn't move for a moment as he waited for my first orgasm to subside. His teeth sank lightly into the soft tissue between neck and shoulder and he growled softly, prolonging the orgasm until I was trembling violently, He slowly slid back and then drove home with a quick thrust, sending me spiraling again.
Those slow pulling away and than quick thrusts teased every sensation, the rush of water over my clit, the full sensation as he delivberately paused between thrusts, the man was a god. He seemed to know my every weakness... not only how to get me off, but how to draw it out into one long orgasm. I trembled and clung to the ladder for fear I would drift away. After what seemed like an eternity of wringing every orgasm I had to give from me he picked up a steady pace. Thrusting harder and harder, this time seeking his own pleasure and wringing another orgasm from somewhere deep inside... I felt the warm explosion deep inside as he finally took his own.
We floated there for a moment, one hand still gripping the ladder, his arms still wrapped around me, his cock still buried deep within me as I continued to tremble again and again in aftershocks of orgasms. My forehead resting against the bottom step of the ladder, his resting against the back of my neck. Every muscle in my body felt like jelly. I wasn't sure how I was going to pull myself back up that ladder. But maybe, I smiled softly as he began to nibble my neck again, round two would be on the dock.....
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A day in the life.....
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Posted:Jul 13, 2009 5:56 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 10:39 pm
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Just another day in paradise. I smiled as I stretched lazily, very catlike. Don was still asleep, that was rare he was usually up hours before I was. He didn't often sleep well and it stunted his sleep. It was our first night together in our new home. His had gone home to their mothers, and by some miracle, Michael to the when he said he was going to. Rather than spend the weekend cleaning out my place as I should have, I snuck away to spend some very rare alone time with my love, my heart, my Master.
The bauble on my kolar jingled softly as I sat up. I put my hand on it and looked over my shoulder, but Don hadn't stirred. I reached for my robe, but a little grin crossed my lips and I didn't bother. I closed the door quietly and walked into the kitchen. I began puttering. Don didn't care much for coffee, drinking it only rarely when he was very tired. I made a quick inventory of the fridge and decide on a simple breakfast of omlete and a side of sausage with some hashbrowns and an english muffin. I left out the tomatoes, he didn't like those. but quickly diced green pepper onion and mushroon left over from the pasta I had made the night before.
When his breakfast was ready I arranged it on a cookie sheet. I know poor man's serving tray. I had never bothered to buy one, usually with all the we served food buffet style. I poured him a tall glass of juice and set it on the tray with his breakfast. I was still naked, I was REALLY careful cooking the sausage. I carried the loaded tray back to the bedroom. He raised his head as I opened the door. Squinting at me as he reached for his glasses. I crossed the room in the oldway, the Gorean training flooding back so quickly. I paused as I reached his side and dipped in a lightly curtsey before sliding to my knees, tray still balanced in my hands. I set the tray beside me as he watched with a bemused grin. I picked up the orange juice.
I murmured softly the old ritual allowed so that he would understand better what I was doing, Don was not Gorean after inall. I lifted the cup for inspection looking it over carefully. I pressed the rim of the cup to my tummy the center of my being so that all that I was was reflected in the offering. I pressed it to my heart the center of my love for Master that it maybe giving as freely as my love had been. I took a small sip, tasting that it would please Master, I was the filter through which displeasure must flow, I would please Master to my last breath. And then I offered it above my bowed head, the place where my lips had touched offered to Master.
He chuckled softly having heard of the ritual from me many times, but never having seen it performed before. He took the glass and sipped before setting it on the nightstand and I moved the tray to his lap as he sat up in bed. I remained kneeling be his side as he ate, so that I could serve him better if he chose. He fed me bites off his plate every so often, carrying on a conversation. I chose to use slave speak today just to complete the setting. When a Gorean slave is told to speak as a slave, personal pronouns are not used. While some use this as a punishment, trainers often use it as a reinforcement tool. By speaking in third person it takes away a sense of self, because you gave yourself to your Master it is common to refer to yourself as "Master's girl" or "Your girl" when speaking to Master and "this girl" when speaking to others. Questions were phrased like "Would Master like for Master's girl to..." and so on. It got confusing but using it from time to time... well that made things interesting. And it really turned Don on when I was in ultra submissive mode.
It was nothing for me to give him head and then not get my own.. it didn't happen often mind you, but the fact that I was willing and didn't get upset by it was one of his favorite turn ons. Don finished his breakfast and I carried the tray into the kitchen, promptly washing the dishes and putting them in the drainer. I hated dishes but I was going for the full effect today so why not. I returned to the bedroom, because he hadn't come out yet. The blankets had been stripped back from the bed. Don had gotten out our home bondage kit. We had purchased a sheet set from LesbianPersonals's store a few months before. It was made of the softer side of velcro and came with these interlocking squares that could be moved around the sheet, they stuck to the sheet and then came with these straps that stuck to the square. You could move them anywhere in any position. Don had placed all four squares in a row at the foot of the bed.
I looked at him curiously and he ordered me on to the bed, my feet at the squares on my knees. I complied. He promptly strapped my feet to the outside sqaures and wrapped the other two straps around my wrists. He told me to "kneel" it's a position from Gor where I place my chest and forehead on the ground or in this case the bed. He then took my wrists and put them on the inside squares of the restraints. My hands bound between my ankles with my rump up in the air... my shoulders and cheek pressed to the bed... He stroked his fingers lightly over my clit, teasing me. He trailed his fingers up and down my slit over and over again to make me squirm and leaned over me letting me feel his cock pressed against my backside.
"I'm going to leave you here in this position all day. When I wish to make use of you I will.. when I don't you will stay here, your ass in the air for my viewing pleasure and you will stay wet... understand, girl?" I trembled... when he chose to be Master he did it so well... "Yes Master..." I whispered...
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Joda: Origins
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Posted:Jul 10, 2009 7:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2009 2:52 pm
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The word Joda is a nickname that I was given many years ago now. By my then boyfriend, Kenny Hasty. Kenny was as unique as they come, a guitarist, a prankster, a loving and loyal and brother, a pothead... but beloved in all these things. It's been nearly three years now since Kenny died. Kenny passed away in a tragic mill accident.
He worked at a lumber yard, a large tree wasn't secured properly, it jumped the conveyor and landed on Kenny. I am sooo glad he wasn't alone when he died, and yet I regret the emotional and psychological scars it has left on his best friend who held his hand as he went. They didn't manage to get the tree off of him before it was too late. Alan and Kenny were inseperable and when Kenny left this world Alan was there... as it should be.
I still see Alan from time to time and when he and some of our other friends from the time see me, my name is not Jo, Jo-Jo, or Joleen... it's always been Joda. There have been several times in the last 2 and a half years that I have considered asking them to stop calling me that. But I always stop myself. Yes it hurts to hear Kenny's pet name for me, but in a way as long as I hear it I think of him. When we leave this world that is all we have left... The memories of others. When people stop remembering, well that is when you are truly gone.
Kenny gave me my first real kiss and suprisingly ended up having with another girl with my name... Joleen... but there has always been and will always be... just one Joda. You see back in the day Kenny was a very big fan of the left handed cigarette, often high and usually philosophical. He was full of quotes and wisdom... well atleast it always seemed like the wisest thing to be said at the time. Kenny bought me my first sketchbook. And several pages from that sketchbook were still in his possession when he died, nearly 10 years later. Those pictures now hang in Alan's garage, with several other things that once belonged to Kenny.
One of those sketches was a group sketch of several werewolves that I had found online and incorporated together because I thought those particular wolves seemed to have bits of all our personalities at the time. I got on a bit of a rant when i gave it to him, explaining who each one was and pointing out why I thought so... He agreed whole heartedly and said taht I was using great wisdom... too great for a young padiwan... I had become a Master at the thought logic... Joda sprang from his lips and spreadlike wildfire amidst our friends. To this day, even my older brother uses this name from time to time.
I recieved a txt from a mutual friend this past evening, it was something silly and random, but he started it out with "Hey Joda..." and the memories flooded back. I know I usually use my blog as a vent for my creative side, but every so often a blog is a blog after all. It vents for many of my random Joda moments too
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The pool adventure
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Posted:Jul 6, 2009 9:01 am
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2009 6:58 am
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"I don't care if it's raining... lol I wanna play in the pool.." Famous last words... I don't care how spontaneous you wanna get lol Rain+pool=COLD!!!! I eased my way down the ladder and bounced a little... once you were in the water for about 30 second it's wasn't that bad but i didn't want to dunk and people were giggling to much at watching me bounce lol
After several minutes of seeing me freeze the others wandered back around the fire... I was alone in the pool... The inflatable raft seemed comfy once I figure out how NOT to make my ass slide off it. I floated for a minute and Don wandered up to the pool and splashed me lightly with and handful of pool water... "Damn, baby it's cold in there..." he said as he handed me my Mike's Hard Lemonade... "Yeah but aren't I hot baby?" I grinned back. He tugged on the miniskirt bottom of my tankini, nearly turning me over into the pool.
"Be hotter without the wrap, my love..." I grinned again..."But I can't untie the halter by myself," I pouted at him... "Come help me... " I slid off the raft and accented my breasts through my suit... He smiled and walked over to the ladder and stuck his foot in... "Brrr..." He said with a dramatic shiver. I continued to pout, staying just out of his reach... He smiled and sat down between the ladder bars. "Come on, baby... aren't you coming in?" I giggled.. "If I climb in there you are going to have to part my cheeks and blow to get my dick back out, it's gonna go so far in that I'll have a vagina..."
I laughed at him.. and then splashed water at his crotch... The look on his face was priceless...I had changed tactics from teasing to taunting... His eyes got really wide and that grin took on a slightly menacing quality... "ooo Now you're gonna get it" I splashed away from him towards the other side of the pool as he launched himself off the ladder and into the water... I shrieked a little as I felt him hit the water... quickly depositing my beer on the side of the pool so I could swim with both hands... I turned and giggled.
He was waist deep in the water and seemed to have frozen... His arms up like he was trying to keep his balance.. He had realized the temperature of the water after he'd plunged himself feet first into it... I burst out laughing again and he glared at me... I walked up to Him and hopped into his arms... the cold water running down my body soaking him even further, my hands winding around his very sensitive back. He growled and sunk his teeth into my neck... I trembled as his fingers bit into the back of my thighs, my breath hitched and then he promptly dropped me in the pool with a laugh.
I hrumphed in an outrage as I wiped the water from my eyes.. I had hardly moved my hands from my eyes when his lips crushed into mine, his hands making quick work of the knot at my neck. As my top dropped forward my breasts tumbled out of their crimson cage. His nails raked down my back and cupped my ass lifting me up over his hips again. My hands pinned between us, gripping his shoulders to keep my balance and not tumble backwards into the water. He slid me down his hips and slowly released me, breathless and weak kneed. He pressed his forhead to mine. "My love I'm afraid that the water is just to cold to coax him out to play..."
I had an evil twinkle in my eye, and an evil thought on my head. I managed to get him(after several tries) up onto my inflatable raft... After just a few moments with my quick warm tongue He was ready to go. I slipped my bottoms off as he slide back into the water. The first thrust took me completely off guard, the rush of water over my clit made me gasp and almost lose my grip on his shoulders... I rested lightly in the water, my legs wrapped around his hips, His hands upon my thighs pulling me into his thrust....it seemed like mere minutes before I was cumming.
It felt like I was floating as he thrust again and again driving rushing water over my clit, warm as his warm cock pulled away and cool as it pushed fresh cool water over my clit. I clung to him I pushed him away the quasi-sensation almost too much to bear... I trembled as I started to cum.. but I came hard when he thrust forward, burying himself as deeply as he could and holding that depth as i trembled in extacy... prolonging the orgasm and leaving me breathless and weak... I'm not sure how long it went on each orgasm drawn out til i thought I would lose my sanity...
When we left the pool, Don still hadn't cum, and I staggered lightly through the sudden downpour that chased us from the pool into the house. Him laughing evilly as he left me to stagger... a few steps ahead of me as we went...
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