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28
Feb
My precious husband,
As I thought back to the way we were remembering our meeting this morning, I could not help but think of the very first note that you ever wrote to me. I remember reading it and literally feeling like my heart would stop! They were the most beautiful words anyone had ever “said” to me….and I can remember thinking to myself “Surely I must be dreaming!” But I was not and those words that you wrote 6 months ago are as true to day as they were then…in fact…they seem to mean even MORE now….we have gone thru SO much in the last 6 months. We have survived things that might have broken others up….and they have only served to make us stronger. They have confirmed EVERYTHING that you wrote then and have even added new meaning to it. Our love has grown stronger and bigger. It consumes me, mein Koenig! The memories are precious to me and when we are together and YOU bring them out and start talking about them, I swoon inside. To know, that they are as precious to you…that they live on inside you just as they do me….oh love, do you KNOW how many others NEVER share such things. I am SO grateful for who we are….and who we have always been. We are different from most….and I cherish that. Whatever this current future holds…may we NEVER forget our past.
ARCHITECTURE CHAPTER ONE by V 08-27-09
Fire cracked, lighting his face as he intently stared into the flames. Images played there, shades, shapes and forms. It was a dream fire, in a dream room, on a dream ship on dream shores. It was an aspect of himself and he, in turn, was an aspect of the place. It was always like this. Whatever he experienced in the Dreaming was part of himself. Until now.
He felt the shores around him become transparent. He felt them change, shift, slightly, because he changed. He knew that soon they will be different. They have been ruins for a while now, but he didn’t feel ruins anymore. He felt peace, happiness, and love. True love. There were things that were precious to him, things that weren’t spoiled by memories. The treehouse, the ship, the submerged bridge, the Mahjongg table. They all were his own.
He knew how she must feel surrounded with what seems like a long history. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to explain it to her. But there was no history. He had burned history, and unlike Orpheus in Hades he did not look back. Whatever there was now, was new. It felt old, because it WAS old, within himself. But it was pure, and fresh.
He dreamt of her. He had SUCH dreams. He dreamt of her when she was alone, waiting, craving, missing him. He felt her so clearly and visibly inside himself, he could feel her heartbeat. And in his dreams he mourned the times they could not be together. In his dreams he worried that it might be too hard for her to bear. And in his dreams he missed her. Missed her terribly.
He was unable to express the pure wonder that had befallen him since they fell for each other. The singular amazement at how wonderful she really was. He found himself dancing on the bridge for pure joy, something he had not done before. Something he thought was impossible for him to do. He still could not express it. For the first time ever he was lost for words. He wished he could tell her what she really meant to him, he wished there were words for what he felt. But there were none.
He had to think of a poem of the young dead Frenchman: “O in the wide snow, a being beauteous of high stature… O picture without fail, at whose feet I, worm, must fall adoringly through the whirring snarl of trees and light air!” Through the white haze of dreams he saw her smiling. Saw their passion, their love, saw them claw at each other with fiery wings, flaming hair and blazing eyes.
He loved everything about her. He loved her devotion, her joy, her wit, her imagination, her submission, the way she spoke, her touch, her caress, her pure wonderful body which he could only touch reverently, still unable to believe that it was his. All his. He blinked at the thought. It was so unbelievable he was afraid he could shatter the dream with touching it. At the same time he felt deep inside him, that it was true. That it has always been true. And that now they were complete.
He felt the fire warm on his face. For the first time, he could not see the future in it. He could not see what the shores might be like, what he might be like. Because it was not his future alone anymore. Because they were.
He found the sleep. He found the dream that was alive.
27
Feb
They were sneaking down corridors in the dark, only illuminated by an emergency lighting that made their bodies shimmer, both wearing their bodysuits as almost as open as they had int he office and followed the floor layout of the plan. They descended stairs in the shadows, crawled across balustrades, slid along darkened walls, until they reached the ground floor, pausing in a corner, listening intently into the darkness of the building.
Footsteps. They peeked into the half light of the entrance and saw two guards in uniform, boredly walking their routes until they stood by a pillar and talked. El and V silently slipped past them and entered a storage, crawling past boxes in the darkness, heading towards a cabinet. Their goal. “The red box!” El whispered as he tried to open the doors. It was locked, and while V was trying his luck on the lock again she nervously looked around. The guards might be patrolling this area too and god knows when they might be here.
El nervously went through your pocket, finding the vibrator again which she eventually decided to take along, unable to part with it. She was running her hand along it, suddenly remembering something that struck her as curious. It was rattling when she used it. There was something inside. She took it out of her pocket, unscrewed the bottom and several small keys fell out.
“Look what I found!” she giggled. V turned around, unnerved. “You could’ve TOLD me you had the keys!” he whispered. El laughed. “I was USING them!” After a few seconds of try and error, they found the right one. The cabinet swung open and there were several small boxes inside, among them a red one just as described by their client. They took it out and El shook it, wondering what would be inside. “Do you think we can OPEN it?” she asked.
V didn’t answer and instead crawled in the shadows towards the exit, listening intently to any sound. Her curiousity got the best of her and so she opened the box. It contained something that gleamed in the dark. She ran her fingers over it and it felt all rough and edged but was cylindrical with a thicker end. She giggled. “I love cylindrical,” she thought as she took it out and weighed it in her hands. It was very heavy and by the dim light that gleamed over it she could see, that it was solid gold, intricatly covered with beautiful gems that seemed to glow in the dark. A sceptre of sorts. It gave her ideas.
V knelt beside the door hearing someone move outside. The door handle turned and his breath halted. Silently it swung open and a flashlight beam followed by the dark shape of a guard entered. He hit the guard with a plank as hard as he could and the man slumped without a sound. V grabbed him and carried him into the darkness behind the boxes.
El closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the feeling of the gems rubbing along her clit, the knob spreading her labia as her mind wandered, wondering which queen might have used it before her and if it brought her equal pleasure. Somewhere, something thumped to the floor, but she was miles and centuries away, taking a sceptre up her cunt, massaged by her chamber maid who caressed her breasts, her nipples; licking them as the sceptre entered her deep, masterfully tailored to the size of her cunt. She moved it in and out, slowly at first, until her slimy juices covered it all, going easier, deeper, faster, when all at once a lightbeam fell upon her. It illuminated the scene of her sitting in the darkness, holding the sceptre deep inside her. A female voice behind the flashlight gasped and said: “What’s going on here?”
El smiled her innocent smile and suddenly leapt towards her in a high jump, grabbing her flashlight while hitting her chest. The female guard fell to the floor and her gun slid sideways under some boxes. El squatted over her, her sceptre filled cunt close to her face and whispered: “Hello chamber maid. Time to suck me.”
She pulled the sceptre out of herself and sat fully down on her face, pressing her cunt hard on her mouth. The woman gagged and gasped for air, then opened her mouth, feeling juices flow inside. She tasted them, sucking at the labia and clit of that woman that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Not before long, the guard moaned and seemed to enjoy it. El looked down at her, lighting with the flashlight and watched her suck while she could feel her lick deeper and deeper. The guard woman was quite short. She wore her brown hair long but had it hidden under her cap, which had just fallen off. She seemed to enjoy wearing makeup, even at work, as her red lips started to get smeared by El’s juices.
El she started to move up and down her face, moving her hips and let her lick further down towards her ass. She reached for her clit and rubbed it fast, hard, as she felt her tongue at her anus, which was still damp from his sperm. She smiled at the thought of her tasting it while she rubbed even harder and felt it coming on already.
El looked down at her face, buried beneath her cunt. The dark lined eyes of the guard were closed as she was tasting her, licking and playing. El relaxed and let it gush all over her face, bathing her in cunt juices and smeared her mascara all over her face. It took the guard woman by surprise and she was trying to swallow the juice as El could hear a voice close to her ear. “What the hell are you DOING?”
She moaned softly. “I’m having fun with our treasure,” she replied. V looked down at the gasping woman, her face all wet, and the slimy sceptre laying on the side. El bent back and reached up to him, whispering: “Come, my king and SHOW me how good you can wield your sword.” She went down on all fours, arching her butt high up while spreading the legs of the guard woman. Her hand wandered inside her pocket and grabbed a pair of scissors which she used to cut the pants of the guard open in the crotch. For a moment she admired her beautiful lingerie as she could feel her buttocks get parted once more, and the one thing that fit her better, and could take her harder, and deeper, than any sceptre, or any other thing was entering her ass once more: His massive cock.
Before the guard could gather her senses again she pulled her panties aside and pushed three fingers inside her cunt, starting to fuck her fast, just as her ass got probed by the warm, big cock. Her king was fucking her, taking her like in the old days of yore, when she used to take audiences sitting on his dick, or let chamber maids lick her while he filled her ass. And even when she was still his slave and was kept in his dungeon to get fucked over and over again to his liking, it was HIS cock she obeyed. But that lowly chamber maid, who had shaven her horny cunt to appear even hornier, SHE will not get his cock. SHE will get the fuck of her lifetime instead, as the queen shoved her hand hard inside her, hearing her gasp, moan, scream, thrash, getting fucked through her ripped clothes until the queen could feel her cunt convulse around her wrist, pulling, while that hard cock kept pounding her asshole, driving her wild, and she felt it coming on. Unable to control her body she rammed her fist hard up the cunt of the guard as they both screamed, squirting hard, feeling her asshole get filled with hot cum once more.
She let her hand glide along the sceptre, as the sunbeams fell through the windows in their office. The gems were blazing, as if lit by an inner fire. For days they had been unable to contact their client, and it seemed he had pulled out of the deal. “What will we do with it now?” El asked. V read loud from the latest Avastar as his feet rested on the desktop. “Three days after the robbery of the Norman Exhibition, police still found no trail to the thieves. The security guards concordantly stated they didn’t see anyone in or around the building. How the sceptre of Eleanor of Castile disappeared remains a mystery. Bay City Police chief Dick Morris stated that ‘investigations continue in all directions and we ask the public to report any suspicious actions they might witness’.”
He threw the newspaper on the desk. “We might as well bring it back,” he sighed. El pouted. “I already put the vibrator back. Even WITH the keys!” she said. “I’m keeping this one. I’ll put it to BETTER use than they anyway!” V smiled and looked outside where the sun set beyond the portlands over a Bay City evening.
27
Feb
Thank you, love for being “a permanent” in my life at a time when few things are. I feel as though I go from day to day never knowing what will change… what new thing will happen…or what old thing will suddenly disappear. But the one thing I know…is that you love me…ME…not just some image on a screen or words spoken in another world. That love has and IS transforming me daily….allowing me to FINALLY be who I was meant to be!
I don’t know what the future holds….where I will end up….or what will happen…the only thing I know that will NEVER change is that you love me….before….now….and fuer immer….
You ARE mein Koenig….D
[2010/02/27 5:15] El Firecaster: you BAD BAD boy!
Vanish Firecaster smirks.
El Firecaster giggles….still struggling for air…. rubbing his face softly…God…. I love you!
Vanish Firecaster holds her tight.
Vanish Firecaster: I love you too, sweetness. I LOVE that I can share that with you. I had NO ONE to share it with. It’s SO special to me.
El Firecaster rubs his face looking at him… pulling his ear close to her lips… it is special to me too, love….god… you are amazing!
Vanish Firecaster laughs. I just like what I’m doing.
El Firecaster kisses the side of his face while whispering to him…and you ARE my king
Vanish Firecaster: Mmmmh… Then you’ll be my queen.
El Firecaster nods… gladly, love!
El Firecaster kisses him over and over softly, passionately… hoping that he can FEEL how much she loves him… what he means to her
Vanish Firecaster: I can, love. I know it. It’s one of the things I know without a doubt, one of the permanents in my life. It’s what I can lean on to.
El Firecaster smiles… holding his face close to hers feeling a tear fall down her cheek, nodding.
El Firecaster: yes… a permanent… immer
Vanish Firecaster squeezes her tight.
Vanish Firecaster: Immer. It always was. I loved you. You loved me. We always loved. We just weren’t together…Now we are.
El Firecaster: yes! YES! yes!…holds him close, closing her eyes feeling the tears flow freely down her face.
Vanish Firecaster kisses her forehead softly… rocks her gently in his arms.
El Firecaster: I am SO SO grateful, love.
Vanish Firecaster: Me too. That’s why I’ll do ANYTHING to keep you.
El Firecaster holds him tight
El Firecaster: I remember once you told me…. anything… and I did not know what that meant??
Vanish Firecaster smiles…. It means anything.
El Firecaster: I was afraid to believe it and I thought… surely not… it is just a phrase… a desire… a nice thought…but NOT a reality!
Vanish Firecaster smiles. No.
El Firecaster: I was wrong… and I am still amazed!
Vanish Firecaster kisses her softly…. I love you.
El Firecaster: yes… I TOO KNOW that! It is a FACT! Not a wish… not a nice thought… not a phrase …not something that was fake… it is REAL
Vanish Firecaster smiles…. Yes. ..It’s what we did all our lives and longer. It indeed is.
El Firecaster: It is not something that goes away when I log off
Vanish Firecaster smiles. No.
[2010/02/27 5:28] Vanish Firecaster holds her tight.
27
Feb
The streets of Bay City are paved with high rising buildings which were mostly erected during the first half of the previous century. There were only a few skyscrapers in the city, most buildings stopped at a modest height of about 20 or 25 meters. The Firecaster Building was no exception. Though it slumped slightly on one end as its girders were giving in to gravity, its glass roof was on par with the surrounding buildings, which, although mainly unnoticed by most residents, made for a convenient way of traveling almost invisibly through the city. Therefor, nobody noticed the two black dressed figures which were balancing along the parapets, jumping from roof to roof through a Bay City evening.
They crossed the street under a large board announcing the special exhibition of norman treasures of the 13th century, which was held this week in the museum. Even though the museum was their destination as well, they weren’t particularly interested in the exhibits themselves but rather in a small red box, which their client had specified to them. She didn’t tell them what the box contained or why it was of value, and they didn’t ask. Their job was simply to retrieve it, so all they needed to know was where it was stored, and how to get there.
The venting system was the highway throughout the building. They carried with them a copy of an old blueprint of the museum’s layout. All rooms were connected by a network of venting shafts, as the building was constructed in an era when venting was just starting to be used in construction, and the shafts were large enough to let two people crawl through them alongside each other.
When they reached the roof of the Bay City Museum, it started raining. Large drops splashed on the concrete plates the roof was constructed out of. Both figures were dressed in tight black body suits, their faces covered with black glasses and painted dark with ash. Only their hair glistened in the starlight, red and blonde, a man and a woman. He unscrewed and lifted the top of a venting outlet and they both climbed inside, crawling through the clanging metal shafts that ran along the ceilings. His partner led the way, which gave him plenty of opportunity to adore her figure in the tight bodysuit as she wriggled along, occasional beams of light outlining her body when they crossed a grate.
“You like staring at my butt, don’t you?” she asked, as if reading his mind.
“Be glad I can’t SLAP it in here,” he mumbled.
He tried to concentrate on the map to find a way through the labyrinth of shafts and corridors when suddenly a sharp shrieking sound made them stop as they crossed through a room that was labeled ‘office’ on the layout.
“What was that?” he hissed.
“Not ME!” she whispered back.
“That’s what you ALWAYS say,” he remarked. “But there…”
All at once, the hooks that held the shaft gave in to their weight, and they dropped hard down into the room, falling out of the broken metal frame as it hit the ground. For a long while they just lay there, listening alert into the silence of the building, not daring to move or even breathe. Nothing happened. If anyone had noticed their descent, they didn’t do anything to investigate. Carefully they got up again, lighting a dim flashlight to explore the contents of the room. They were standing in front of a large oaken desk, presumably an antique. Across it was a door, which – according to their plan – would lead out to a corridor on the third floor of the museum. Along the walls were several bookshelves and cabinets, some large potted plants and a group of leather seats and a table in one corner.
“You search the desk while I try the door,” he whispered and sneaked across the room. It was locked. The flashlight flickered along the walls as she searched through the drawers of the desk while he tried to pick the lock with the few tools he had with him.
“Damn, can you find a key somewhere? It’s no use with this crap…” he whispered as he turned to look after his partner, surprised to see her suck on a glistening metal cone while the flashlight lay on the desk, illuminating her features.
“Look what I found,” she giggled as her tongue slid along the sides of the vibrator, cleaning the remains of its previous owner. He watched her mesmerized as she slowly pulled down the zipper on front of her bodysuit, opening it all the way down to her crotch. As usual, she wore nothing beneath. Her nipples were peeking hard around the borders of the zipper, as she ran the vibrator down between them, across her belly to the soft pubic hair that circled her crotch. With one smooth motion she sat down on the desktop, spreading her legs towards him.
“Mmmmh,” she moaned as the vibrator found its way between her labia and the gleaming shaft disappeared inside her.
“God, El!” he whispered, unable to avert his eyes from the scene. She took little notice of him as she moved the vibrator in and out, leaving wet streaks all over it. Moaning louder, she lay back on the desk, arching her hips up as the zipper continued to open the bodysuit up her back. As her soft buttocks appeared, she quickly took the vibrator out of her cunt and inserted it between them.
“Mmmmmh, god!” she gasped. “Who would’ve thought they’d think of our ENTERTAINMENT while we’re here?” She held the vibrator inside her anus with one hand while grabbing the flashlight with another, pointing the handhold at her wet labia, which were swollen and wet by now, and gently pushed it in. Moaning loud, she rolled down the desk, turning her back towards him as she bend over the desktop. “God, I need you inside me now!” she whispered trembling as she pulled the vibrator out of her butt again. “Please!”
He quickly unzipped his own suit, relieving his dick from the painfully tight confines of it’s crotch, feeling it hard and warm in his hand, pulsing already. He approached her from behind as she spit on her hand, rubbing her saliva between her buttocks.
“Mmmh, you need my hard cock, my little whore?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Oh yes, very MUCH so,” she moaned.
“In your ASS?” he asked as the head of his cock was already rubbing against her buttocks.
All she gave as a reply was a long moan. She pushed back against him, forcing his cock to enter her anus, almost screaming as she felt it part her. She waited for a moment and relaxed, then felt him thrust inside her as the pain ceased, filling her with pure pleasure. He thrusted inside her hard, filling her up completely as the flashlight sat firm and deep in her cunt and she sucked her own juices off the vibrator, enjoying the moment of complete fulfillment. She felt him go harder and faster, slowly losing control over his own body and making her lose her own control as well as the one sensation that was taking over all others was his massive cock in her ass. Finally, the orgasm swept like a wave over her, thrusting the flashlight out and gushed down on the floor, as she felt his dick jerk in the grip of her anus, pumping warm wetness inside her.
They were sinking on the ground, breathing hard, holding each other tight. She kissed him softly, giggling as she saw the small sign on the desk. “Do you think the director would mind that I had ‘borrowed’ her vibrator?”
Shadows crawled out of the canals as the sun sank wearily beyond the portlands, casting the streets of Bay City in a fiery orange glow. The traffic slowly ceased as the street lamps sprang to light one by one, welcoming the nightfall with flickering beams. They made the onslaught of darkness both more and less harsh at the same time, as the cold-lit walks of light they created only made the shadows that lined them seem deeper and darker than they already were. It was silent in this part of town, after the business hours were over. Only a few people hurried through the parks and streets, trying to catch the late tram home. None of them observed the one shadow that was moving among all the others, gliding through the unlit alleys, the dark spaces between trees and far corners of sidewalks.
Land prices were extremely high in these parts, and consequently, most buildings were offices, banks or shops. The few people that actually lived here had to be well-off citizens. The moving shadow paved its way towards a strange, run-down building whose skeletal frame rose high among the surrounding buildings. He had observed it for a while now. It was inhabited, there was no doubt about that. It had certainly seen brighter days though, as he remembered it once housed a classy shop of exquisite and high-priced cosmetics and accessoires. Ever since the breakdown of ’09 though, the building fell apart. Broken panes now shattered the weary walls, as branches climbed out and along them, seeming to sustain the girders to keep the whole house from collapsing. The few parts that were still intact were however still used by the original inhabitants, whose name was still etched in stone below the intricate stained glass window that arched the entrance. Firecaster.
They owned large parts of this area, as the Firecaster Building itself sprawled along pavements for almost 100 meters. The place might lay in disrepair, but the shadow concluded there would still have to be money somewhere inside the building, and tonight he was determined to get it. He passed the car that had been parked in the attic and kept changing colour almost every day, presumably sprayed by neighbourhood kids in some desperate attempt to search for graffiti-free surfaces. He lurched through the strange indoor garden that formed as plants grew through the broken floor tiles and windows after the place was deserted, and finally reached the doors. They were set into a supplementary wall that separated the abandoned from the unabandoned part of the building. The windows were all dark, as they had been for three consecutive days by now, and even though the mailboxes seemed to get emptied, he had no doubt that the owners were not at home.
The doors were locked, of course. He had tried them before, and there was no way to open them, as they were fitted with a sophisticated locking mechanism, which allowed only the key holders to enter. There were, however, ways around this, and he had sufficient experience as a burglar to bypass them. The room he entered was high, wide, and dark. Lamplight streamed through the windows on one side, while the moon lit the room from another. He could make out a kitchen in the corner, a bookshelf in another. Large paintings on the walls, and a gigantic fireplace right in front of him, blocking his view of the rest of the room. Carefully he set one foot after another, as he set out across the softly creaking wooden floor towards the back of the fireplace. As he reached it, he paused for a minute, contemplating if it was safe to use a flashlight now, as his spine suddenly froze at a sound.
Crackle. The fireplace crackled. He halted his breathing, listening intently, hoping his senses had betrayed him. But there was no doubt: Someone must have lit the fire recently. His mind went rampant. How could this be? He had seen nobody come or go. He had observed the building all day long and there was only the set of doors he had just passed to get into the room. He sank to his knees with his back against the fireplace, breathing slowly. He inched towards the edge of the fireplace, trying to get a better glimpse of the room, while calculating routes to escape if he was spotted. And suddenly, very faintly, he heard voices. There was the deep voice of a man with a strange accent, who muttered some half-whispered remarks. “…Cake or death?”
“Chocolate!” giggled a female reply.”You give me chocolate or you DIE!”
“Momentarily. Just leave your gun.”
“Chocolate!” – “Wack!” – “Ouch!” – “Don’t make me shoot you!”
The man mumbled a half-serious remark and they both resorted to a series of sounds and soft laughter, while the shadow could hear his heart beat deafening in his chest. He did not plan for this situation, as all houses he had entered so far were empty at the time. He was masked and wore a green bodysuit and helmet, so even if he had to make a run for it, he might still get away unrecognized. This was little comfort however, as the people behind the fireplace seemed to be armed. He had to find a way out.
“You want the bra back on?” the woman drawled.
“Not at all!” he said in a soft, deep voice.
“You want the thong… off?” she asked innocently.
There was a deep humming coming from the man as the shadow glanced hastily around. The two people seemed to be busy with each other, and he wanted to take the opportunity to look for an escape. There was a stairs going up, and he took them sneakily as softly as he could. He found himself in a strange room, part bath, part bedroom, part study. While he hastily scurried from wall to wall, looking for any window that could be opened, the shower suddenly started. He almost fell into it as he panicked, looking for a way to turn it off. Below, he could hear the woman sigh. “Dammit. Why can they turn the water on and NOT off!”
The man laughed. ”I’m pretty sure the Bay City Water Departement runs on us alone.”
“That, and the Police Departement!” the woman chuckled. The shadow hid trembling behind a curtain, listening intently to all the noises in the house. Below, the conversation continued.
“I bet you are ECSTATIC!” the woman drawled.
“Uhhh. Well it MOVES kinda slow,” he moaned.
“It just seems to flow IN AND OUT of FLUIDITY” she said laughing.
“You’re not making this ANY easier, Missey!” the man chuckled.
“I just want to keep you aBREAST of the situation!” she giggled, It all COMES with the changes going on… I don’t want it to draw to a CLIMAX too soon, I was afraid with the shower running it would be too WET here…”
A sharp sound, as if something was slapped, suddenly echoed through the room, and the woman moaned loud. He slipped from behind the curtain, quickly trying the rest of the windows. They all couldn’t be opened. If there was a way out, it would be downstairs.
He descended the stairs again, hearing clothes rustling, and the two people breathing harder, while shreds of their conversation could be heard over their panting.
“You wouldn’t make your little… hungry…”
“I would make her… empty herself… all over…”
They both moaned loud, and the shadow decided that this was the best opportunity to leap for an escape. He headed for the door, trying to get out again, as he heard soft clicking sounds behind his back, and two calm voices speaking to him.
“Welcome to Bay City. How can we help you?”
26
Feb
Where can you start your day relaxing in a hammock, in your best dress and jewels, only to find that your husband has bought a new car? And of course you must take a ride through the city…with the roof down no less! What GLORIOUS sites to see as you fly through the air, quite often on purpose, but mostly by mistake! And certainly, what trip would be complete without a few visits under the sea as you search for the darkest of darkest night? Just when you think you are trapped…you simply FLY to the other side…. WHO NEEDS A BRIDGE!!!!! Your eyes look up only to see a Mermaid in the middle of the square and you both wonder….how DO they reproduce??? You feel the wind blow through your hair as you laugh, holding each other tight…only to find that your partner has crashed! NO FEAR!! You will put the time to GOOD use. And when he returns you drive to the toy store….pulling out your spit wad straw as you pass by…a useful skill not forgotten! You round the corner only to see “A mole on a pole…with top hat and cane!” A few more streets over you run into a snow covered house in the middle of spring looking in as you pass by, wondering who might live there and who built it? On from one house to the other….the blue “shack”, the elegant empty house and of course, the peacock house all covered in BEAUTIFUL shades of blue …listening to the water and the chimes. When what to your wondering eyes should appear?….why….nude art, of course! What else? You stop your car, marveling at the sunset and the stars as they appear above your Cyclone, sharing secrets that no one else knows. Before long, the moment carries you away as you find yourself with strangers in the diner’s bathroom. Not to fear though, you eat well…..a couple….maybe three times actually….and when you are done….and the sun is rising…you are transformed from the dark, mystical, magical, omnipresent one….to the green hornet! You realize much to your chagrin, that time has once again played her tricks on you, causing you to bid each other adieu. But before you go, you must park the hornet vertically in front of your door with a HUGE sign reading NO PERVS ALLOWED! (Except for your own selves, of course!) And when all the kisses have been done and all the promises made, you step from the dreaming into a dream once again!
Thank you, love…for holding my hand as we fell down the rabbit’s hole! It was a glorious day! May all our dreams become reality….and may all our reality become our dreams.
Forever yours,
El
25
Feb
She looked at the hammock and watched it sway as he left. It WAS always SO hard to watch him leave. She often imagined what he did when he left her, if it was as hard for him as it was for her. She knew that when she left him and went to bed, that she often let the thoughts of what they had done during that time, or of the sound of his sweet breathing lull her to sleep. On occasion, she would let her mind travel to the other places and times they had lived. In every case, he was always her last thought as she drifted off into an unconscious state.
She loved it when her unconscious mind would take over and bring him there too. It was not often that she was scared there, but lately she had been more disturbed than usual and it was always comforting to find him there. She smiled as she thought that just as she was his “sleep”, he was her “comfort”. Nothing felt better than to be in his arms, to have him touch her, want her, and need her. Thinking back to their time together, she wondered if he had been surprised. No, probably not. He seemed to know her better than she knew her own self…and she was sure that he KNEW that she had been contemplating that for quite some time. It was SO hard to surprise him or impress him….and she still smiled contentedly as she remembered him telling her that she HAD indeed impressed him….and she knew he truly meant it…she just could not figure out why? It was not anything really significant, nothing that she did not normally do, but he was right….each and every design was made with him in mind. The thoughts of what they did, who they were, where they were at and how they made love had run thru her mind over and over as she put them together, each one exciting her anew, motivating her to do more and more, waiting for him to come to her, so she could share it with him. And with each one, she knew that he saw it too. It never ceased to amaze her to find that he thought and felt exactly as she did. It was all SO easy. “They” were SO easy….each time together better than before….so exciting…so wonderful and she pondered upon it…thinking that truly…..TRULY the only HARD part about them… was the parting. They both knew it had to be and could not be helped. But it was still hard.
The hammock swayed gently and she tried to let it remind her of the way he so often rocked her when they were together, but all it seemed to do was remind her that he was not there. She tried SO hard not to be selfish with him. They literally spent HOURS together EACH day. She knew that so few couples got to do that….and she always felt so selfish and unappreciative when she wanted more….her only comfort, was that on occasion he would let her look inside him and find….that he felt that way too….and it made it bearable. Perhaps THAT is what was meant by the famous phrase “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” It ALWAYS hurt, but it was somehow comforting to know that the other hurt too. It somehow lessened the sting and made it possible to let go…..and think ahead….to the many times yet to come, numbing the pain….of the parting.
24
Feb
“Tides are turning, the river’s rolling on,
And the thirteenth moon is riding high beneath a liquid sky.
Leaves are crumbling, the final fall’s begun.
Under crystal waves and mirror lakes,
In dreams of endless summerdays,
The last season is run, season is run.”
- The Grey In Between, The 13th Moon
This skin is based on templates offered for free by Eloh Eliot, with makeup modifications and additions made by myself. It uses the redhead base.
OSGrid: Ever 01
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24
Feb
“To the northern sphere the purple priest called out into the field.
In a crystal shard a frozen icy heart began to bleed.
The seven glowing signs unfolded dancing through the streets.
As the eleventh hour struck two ancient spirits meet.”
- The Grey In Between, The Shining Path
This skin is based on templates offered for free by Eloh Eliot, with makeup modifications and additions made by myself. It uses the black base.
OSGrid: Ever 01
Source:
(Get the pose here.)
24
Feb
“And let us wonder through the day
Which words will play and which will ponder
´Til there will yonder come the May
When every play is torn asunder”
- The Grey In Between, heaven
This skin is based on templates offered for free by Eloh Eliot, with makeup modifications and additions made by myself. It uses the redhead base.
OSGrid: Ever 01
Source:
(Get the pose here.)