Thursday, December 22, 2011

August and Sebastian

The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve.  August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.
“Sebastian.” She said softly.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.
Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.
“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.
“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.
“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.
“That’s part of it…” He admitted.
“Sebastian.”
Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.
“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.
“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.
“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.
“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more. A moan left her lips as he kissed her, her hips grinding against the growing swell in his pants. Gently and slowly he pulled up her shirts nudging her away so he could undress her. Eagerly she obliged him leaning back and curving towards him her arms above her head. As soon as her shirts came off she slid her hands upon his shoulders grinning. Large rounded breasts were clad in a silky red bra, padded slightly to give her cleavage a little boost. Not that she needed any because her breasts were rather large. They were proportionate to her body. Perfect even. A grin crept across August’s lips as she slid her hands to the buttons on his shirt slowly taking them apart to reveal a tanned chest sprinkled with chest hair. Her lips pressed against his own as she continued to unbutton the shirt. Finally when the last button was removed from is bindings she ran her hands up his muscled torso and to his shoulders gently pushing the shirt away from his body. In turn he shrugged out of the shirt with a groan as one arm slid around her waist while the other slid up her back to her hair. Fingers tangled themselves in her dark curly locks, gripping them tightly and coaxing her head back so he could kiss and nip at her slender neck. A sweet scent of lavender emanated from her flesh as he inhaled her scent deeply. Lush lips descended upon the pale flesh, kissing, licking, nipping and biting as they went. A low moan emanated from her lips her sex grinding against his. The arousal became almost painful for him.
“August.” He moaned against her neck as he kissed down to her shoulder grinding his hips up against hers.
“Mmmm Sebastian.” She moaned entangling her fingers within his dark tresses. “Oh gods take me… please…”
A groan left his lips as he shifted so he was on top of her his hands sliding down her sides to the jeans at her hips. His eyes met hers as if to ask. This was the first time in a long time he had made love to a woman, instead of just fucking them into the bed. August felt more real, more whole to him.
“Don’t be shy sweetheart.” She whispered stroking his hair. “Please.”
With a nod he kissed her firmly as his hands tugged at her jeans drawing them off as well as a pair of blue cotton panties with penguins on it. He smiled at the penguins but leaned down kissing her pale belly lightly. Soft kisses trailed down from her navel to the heat between her legs. Grinning he spread apart creamy thighs revealing her bare sex. The pale pink lips dripped with moisture, begging for attention, eager to receive care from him. He pressed more kisses on her body as he dipped lower and lower before the tip of his tongue flicked the silver ring in her sensitive nub of flesh. The action sent shivers through August’s body to the point where she arched her back. 
“Ah! Sebastian!” She moaned.
Warmth flowed through him upon hearing her name on his lips. He caught a hint of begging in her lustful tone as he licked up her pink folds once more. The taste of her was sweet, tropical even, like pineapple. Writhing slightly and moaning August arched her back as her fingers tangled through his hair gripping it lightly. She grew close to her climax as he licked up her folds and even poked his tongue inside of her sex. Just as she was about to gain release he drew away quickly and kissed her hard. Whimpering she tried to slid a hand down to her sex but he caught it before she could do such.
“Sebastian…” She whined but all he did was kiss her once more as he slid off his jeans and boxers. Slowly and carefully he positioned himself between her legs gently stroking her wetness with his member. Such heat rose from her womanhood, causing him to groan. Then suddenly he felt a hand around his cock guiding it to the cave of wonders. Violet eyes met his as August’s other hand reached up to stroke his cheek.
“Make love to me Sebastian.” She whispered.
Nodding, he slowly pushed into her moist cavity and released a groan when he sheathed himself inside of her. Because he knew he was a lot more than most women could handle he paused a bit to allow her to adjust to his girth and leaned down to stroke August’s cheek. She let out a small whimper as she glanced up to him cupping his face in her hands and nodded for him to continue.
“You feel amazing Sebastian.” She groaned as her arms slid around his neck to pull him closer to her.
“So do you August.”
She was full of warmth and welcoming as he moved within her. Slowly pulling out he kissed her tenderly with a groan before pushing back in again. Sebastian just couldn’t get enough of August as he began to increase the pace of his lovemaking. Hips slapped against hips roughly as his mouth ravaged her neck and shoulders. As he did such August began to rock her hips in time with the man’s thrusts in order for him to penetrate her core even deeper. Hands gripped her hips roughly as he angled himself to try to find a certain spot within her body. Soon after he heard a gasp followed by a moan of sweet desire emerge from August’s lips.
“Ooooh! Sebastian!” She groaned.
Each movement sent him deeper into her heat. They had to have this closeness, their bodies, their desires demanded it. Clinging and breathing hard against him August writhed in his grip as he filled her deeper and deeper with each motion. She was near. He could sense she was near her peak. Even though he was near his as well he held back wanting her to gain her release first. Small whimpers came from her as his motions grew more feral and more powerful. He began to grunt as he thrust into her.
“Ah! Ah! Sebastian!” August cried. Her sex tensed around his cock as she tossed her head back with a cry of pleasure. Only moments later he pulled her hips to him burying himself balls deep inside of her as he spilled his seed into her womb with a feral roar. The smaller woman fell limp in his arms breathing hard, her head resting against his strong muscled shoulder. His arms hugged her close to him just enjoying the sensation of her against him, a hand languidly stroking her back lightly. The scars did not matter to him whatsoever. After their coupling he knew, in mind body and soul, that his life would not be complete without her. She shifted a bit lifting herself off of him as her lips pressed against his cheek. He smiled at this laying her down on the ground with him his hand stroking her side lightly.
“You…god August you are amazing.”
A smile curled across her lips as she batted her lashes slightly her hand reaching up to stroke his bearded cheek.
“You are too.” She replied and kissed him soundly. Groaning he kissed her back cupping the back of her head in his hand while the other pulled her flush to him. He pulled away slightly stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“August I love you…I am so in love with you.” He blurted with a blush.
“I love you too Sebastian. I can’t imagine my life without you.” She confessed with a smile.  

Hours later. Starlight shone over head as Sebastian moved within her. An arm wrapped around her waist as he allowed her to ride him. The warmth around his felt so welcoming and embraced him the moment he had entered her. His lips pressed kisses to her chest above her breasts and collarbone, his beard brushing against her flesh lightly as he flipped her onto her back to thrust deeply into her. They continued the frantic act of mating all the way into the early hours of the morning. Exhausted they lay beside each other covered in sweat and breathing heavily, Sebastian’s arm around August and her head upon his chest sighing contentedly. 

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Smut In Nature

Okay I have to post this. I do not own Conan or his character (When I speak of Conan I refer to the remake. ) But yes there is smut. Just to warn you. 


“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave her with that pervert of a healer?”
Kurai giggled a bit as she walked alongside her lover.
“She can handle herself. I am sure of it.” She replied.
He heaved a heavy sigh still disappointed from their last encounter with Khalar. Green eyes met her blue ones as he turned his head to glance at her.
“We almost had him Kurai…”
“I know my love. I know.” She replied softly reaching upward to stroke his cheek. Leaning into her touch he pressed his lips to her palm as his hand enclosed over hers. Soon he found himself crushing his lips against her own as if hungry for the touch of a woman. Especially her touch. Warmth radiated from her fingers as she cupped his face in her hands. A small moan left her lips as she parted them slightly for him and in return his tongue poked between her lips to battle hers for dominance. Pulling her closer he ground his hips against hers to express his need for mating. Shivers flitted up her spine as he did this. She could feel the warmth from his loins through his clothing as he pressed against her but she drew away slightly, her parted lips moist. Blue eyes fell upon an alcove nearby then flickered back to her lover. She smiled as he turned his head to glance at the location she nodded towards. Hurriedly they headed towards the area, both burning with arousal and desire. Once inside their lips connected once more as hands rushed to remove the leather armor and furs so naked flesh could become one, however, as soon as Kurai’s supple breasts were exposed, Conan pulled away slightly. He brought a hand up to her cheek stroking it with the back of his fingers ever so gently. Cheeks flushed as her blue eyes glanced up to him.
“Why did you stop my love?” she asked.
He kissed her slowly his thumb now stroking her cheek then drew away slightly so his forehead rested against hers.
“I don’t want this to just be a quick round of sex Kurai…not this time…”
He cupped her face in both of his hands his voice lowering to a whisper.
“I want to make love to you.” He whispered as he kissed her again. Delight shivered through him as she kissed back, her actions more gentle more…submissive. A groan left her lips as his descended down her tanned neck to her collarbone.
“Then we’ll…” She gasped as his mouth enclosed around the nipple at her breast. “We’ll take it slow. I want to enjoy this with you.”
He grinned against her breast kissing the crevice between them before licking up her neck to her lips.
“And I want you to enjoy it.” He whispered against her lips before kissing her again. Such tenderness he expressed as he circled his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him. Breasts pressed against his firm muscled chest as her arms circled around his neck, fingers tangling into his dark locks. Hands skimmed down Kurai’s curves slowly pushing away her leather skirts, belts and pouches revealing only the loin cloth she wore underneath. He quickly disposed of that as well his hands now resting upon her rounded buttocks giving them a squeeze. A brighter flush appeared upon her cheeks but she smiled as her lips pressed to his once more. She nipped and suckled at his lower lip with a groan as her hands slowly removed his belts and leather skirts. She wasted no time in removing the loincloth and disposing of it, on hand upon his hip the other upon his manhood stroking it slowly. A throaty groan released from his lips as he leaned his head back in pleasure. Drawing away, his hand took hers as he led her to a flat stone table like structure with leaves and other vegetation upon it then began to gently kiss her flesh as he took his time in laying her down upon the arrangement. Lips pressed against her flesh sucking, biting and licking. Fingers dug into his flesh as he teased her breasts with his lips but she released a gasp of pleasure as soon as she felt his cock press against her folds.
“Conan…” She breathed her hands cupping his face. He grinned up at her kissing her gently as he slowly entered her sex. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly sheathed himself inside of her. Kneeling he slid an arm around her waist pulling her into his lap so they could change the positioning of their coupling. Kurai held him close to her breathing deeply as she timed the rocking of her hips with Conan’s thrusts. Their lips connected again one hand cupping the back of his head as the other dug into his shoulders. Pulling away she hissed in pleasure as he began to bite and kiss at her collarbone.
“Gods Conan…” she moaned.
“Kurai…” He grunted a bit increasing his pace as his hands grasped her behind tightly. He dragged his fingers from her backside up her back and down her breasts as she arched her back keeping her arms around his neck. She pulled him close leaning back a bit, urging him to lay her upon her back in which he willingly obliged. The pace began to get frantic as he placed on arm upon the stone while the other wrapped around her waist hugging her close to him. Beads of sweat rolled down his back as he continued pumping into her feeling his release near. He groaned a bit upon hearing the heated whimpers of his lover muffled slightly. Kurai clung to him and buried her face in his neck. She clung to him as if he was the life raft keeping her from drowning. Sweat rolled down her breasts and stomach as her peak came closer. Then with a final thrust Conan gripped her buttocks and buried himself within her as he released his seed into her womb, groaning her name low in his throat. As he reached his peak he felt her muscles tighten around him.
“Ah! Conan!” She cried as she reached her climax. Soon after, she fell limp in his arms, weak after the passionate lovemaking. A few heavy breaths and he withdrew from her leaning down to kiss her tenderly. In turn she kissed back capturing his face between her hands, slender thumbs lightly stroking his cheekbones. His hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her and slowly rolled them onto their sides. After a moment Kurai pulled away with a smile and nuzzled his cheek gently. Curling into him she sighed contentedly to herself, her head fit perfectly under his chin. A smile crossed his lips as muscled arms wrapped around her hugging her close to him.
“I love you…” He whispered burying his nose into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, fingers twirled locks of hair around them. Her lips pressed against his chest before nuzzling it lightly.
“I love you too.” She replied contentedly almost purring as they dozed into a deep slumber. 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Scum of the Earth

Sooo...been a while...
I need to vent and I need to get this out in the open. I feel like the scum of the very earth right now. Not because I hurt somebody or I did something that will land me in jail. I was dishonest academically.
Yes folks that's right I fucking plagiarized one of my papers for a class and I got caught.
Normally I wouldn't do this but I've been struggling so much this semester that I just wasn't thinking. I have never done this before and dear god I am so ashamed of myself. I just about want to break down and cry and sob. I might actually do that later today...it might make me feel better. But really. What I did was inexcusable. It was dishonest. Oh hell lets just say it! It was fucking lazy! I procrastinated on this assignment for fuck's sake! I know I did. And I am trying to damned hard to not do that anymore. I mean yeah I learned form it...but still it hurts.
Its kind of like that scene in the Lion King when Rafiki and Simba talk about the past.
"Yes the past can hurt. but you can either run from it or learn from it."
So very very true. And sometimes even if you learn from it it still can hurt and haunt.
I could go on and on about how I never should have done this and what not but I won't. I know it was wrong I know I shouldn't have done it and that reflects badly upon me. I have learned to not do it again...and if I consult an outside source for a paper I will make sure to credit it as it deserves.
Now if you will excuse me I nee dot go cry, sob, possibly throw up, and try to get over this.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Kala/Conan

A/N: For MATURE audiences only. Done for a wonderful friend of mine. :) Enjoy!!!!


“How does pasta sound for dinner. We could open up a nice bottle of wine and make it a nice cozy night.”
Cozy nights usually ended up with Kala getting fucked into the bed whether he was on his back or his belly. Either way they both enjoyed the act of making love and often cuddled afterwards however Conan got an idea to try something different with his lover.
“I have a better idea for tonight. What do you say we do things a little differently in the bedroom?”
Cocking his head to the side Kala raised an eyebrow at Conan.
“Oh? What were you thinking of?” He inquired.
A devilish grin appeared upon Conan’s lips as he captured Kala’s in a kiss.
“You remember than one night.” He paused to pull the more slender male into his lap and proceeded to speak while he lavished kissed upon the tanned neck of his lover. “When we were talking about what kinds of kinks we’d like to try.” The bigger males hands slid up Kala’s back as he bite on the area where Kala’s neck met his shoulder. A small moan left Kala’s lips as Conan sucked, nipped and kissed at his neck. It was absolute heaven when Conan would lavish attention to his neck.
“You’re…” Kala moaned again as he shifted so he was straddling his lover. His hand tangled into Conan’s long hair. “You’re point being?” Conan would often make it hard for him to think clearly.
“Well.” Conan’s lips dipped down Kala’s neck to the hollow of his throat licking up from the tender spot to his lover’s ear. Nipping and sucking lightly he whispered into Kala’s ear. “You said you wanted to try some bondage.”
At this statement Kala flushed a bright red but groans as he felt a large hand squeeze his behind. As a result he felt his shorts get a little tight as his member hardened. The mere thought of being tied up helplessly and played with to no end sent shivers of arousal through his body. Helpless and begging, two things he wanted Conan to make him do. He would be at the mercy at Conan’s hand if they went through with this plan. Conan grinned upon feeling the bulge against his stomach.
“Little excited at the thought are you my love.”  Conan’s voice rumbled against Kala’s throat before kissing the smaller male in his arms once more. Pulling Kala close to his frame, he groaned at the sensation of his bulge against his lover’s. A small whimper left Kala’s lips when their clothed sexes pressed against each other. Kala drew away slightly, pulling off the grey tank top he was wearing so his bare chest could press against Conan’s. When’s Conan’s body brushed against his chest he groaned because Conan had begun lavishing attention to his neck once more. A gasp escaped from Kala’s lips as Conan’s hand slid beneath his shorts to grip the supple rounded buttocks Kala had been gifted with. Thick fingers stroked the crevice between Kala’s cheeks teasingly every so often brushing against Kala’s hole. Each time Conan’s finger pressed against it, shivers ran through Kala’s spine.
“Ahh…Conan…” He whimpered.
“What is it kitten?” Conan had often gotten Kala to purr on occasion.
Kala had to take a breath to calm himself, pressing against Conan against the couch.
“Bedroom. Now.” He breathed kissing Conan hard enough to bruise. Grinning Conan picked up his lover, one arm beneath Kala’s behind and the other snaking around his back up to his shoulder. Kala in turn hugged onto his ‘man beast’ as he like to put it kissing him feverishly, as if he were unable to get enough of Conan. Soon enough he was deposited upon the bed and Conan’s lips were all over his neck and shoulder blades, sucking and biting, leaving small marks upon Kala’s skin. He drew away slightly leaving the smaller male panting a bit on the bed.
“God damn you make me horny Kala.” Conan growled as he ripped off Kala’s shorts, he went commando as usual, and then disposed of the grey tank top he wore, leaving his lover naked and blushing like a virgin on the bed. Slowly Kala propped himself up on his elbows glancing over to his lover who was quickly stripping at the end of the bed. Once Conan’s clothes were off he stood there proudly flaunting is assets. Kala knew how big Conan was. The man made him so sore after the first time they had had sex. He also knew and shivered at the thought of Conan’s power and driving force when their hips crashed together. Even as Kala’s cheeks flushed in anticipation he felt his cock twitch even more to life at the sight of his naked barbarian. A slight smirk crossed Conan’s lips at the sight of his naked lover blushing at him.
“Blushing like a virgin as always eh Kala?” He grinned as he slowly crawled on top of the smaller male pressing feather like kisses up Kala’s tanned legs. Quivers ran up Kala’s spine as Conan’s lips continued upward. He spread his thighs apart for the man as he felt luscious lips kiss and suckle upon the tender area of his inner thigh. A hand snaked up his other thigh then fingers curled around his hardened cock firmly. Conan grinned up at him as one hand began stroking his lover while his mouth lavish attention to his hip bones. A series of whimper left Kala’s lips as he leaned his head back trembling in sheer ecstasy. He shuddered when he felt Conan’s breath ghost against his member but whimpered even more, almost mewling helplessly like a kitten, as Conan licked and kissed and sucked upon his tanned flesh to his lips. But just as Conan kissed him Kala gasped into his mouth at feeling a finger invade his core. He soon felt a second one invade before they began to thrust in and out of him. With his other hand Conan cupped his lover’s cheek as he kissed him tenderly. Kala writhed and moaned in his mouth, one hand tangling itself within Conan’s hair nearly tugging at it with need. Conan drew away just grinning down at his lover stroking the soft curly brown locks lightly.
“Where did you put the lube after last night?” He asked.
Kala groaned rolling his eyes slightly but gasped when Conan’s fingers thrust deep into him.
“Top drawer…as usual babe.” He whimpered.
Conan pressed a kiss to his head before completely withdrawing from his lover to move to the oak drawer in the corner. He had to jiggle the top drawer to open it but as soon as it was open he fished around the socks and underwear until he found the bottle of water based lubricant in the corner. Grinning he held up the bottle then leapt from the drawer to the bed as if he were a cat. He then pounced on top of Kala kissing him hungrily. In turn Kala smiled against Conan’s lips as he took the bottle of lube from his lover but Conan snatched it back pulling the two into a sitting position before pulling away from Kala. As Conan drew away Kala took the liberty of kissing and nipping his lover’s tanned flesh as well pushing him back slightly to where Conan was leaning back a bit, the bottle of lube in his hand the other hand pressed against the maroon comforter. Kala grinned as he kissed down Conan’s belly then wrapped his lips around his lover’s erection slowly bobbing his head up and down on the thick muscle invading his mouth. A low throaty groan left Conan’s lips as he placed a hand upon Kala’s head as if to goad him into increasing his pace. Grinning around Conan’s cock he took a deep breath and relaxed the back of this throat to take nearly the entire member into his mouth. Slowly he drew away and repeated the action causing Conan to groan. The bigger male nearly bucked into Kala’s mouth but he forcefully pulled Kala away not wanting to come too soon. Green eyes glance up at his lover.
“Conan?”
“Didn’t wanna come too soon…” Conan replied grasping Kala by the shoulder and shoving him onto his back. Kala was about to say something but he was silence by a cool sensation stroking his hole. Conan just grinned kissing Kala as he tenderly stroked Kala’s entrance before sliding a couple of fingers inside. Another round of whimpers emitted from Kala’s lips as he writhed at Conan’s ministrations. To tease Kala even more Conan leaned down pressing kisses to his love’s chest before nipping at one of Kala’s nipples. A smile crossed his lips as his tongue circled around the sensitive nub of flesh and his fingers began to work at a faster pace before he couldn’t stand not being inside of Kala any longer. In one swift movement he removed his fingers and replaced them with his member, making the penetration a little rougher for Kala than he would have liked. The smaller male bit his lower lip releasing a small whimper at the intrusion but he relaxed cupping Conan’s face in his hands. Grunting Conan kissed Kala again hungrily as one arm slide around his waist while his other hand supported him on the bed. Slowly he began to move inside of Kala and began a pattern of three short shallow thrusts then one deep thrust. Slender arms wrapped around Conan as Kala kissed his lover back. He released a moan and buried is face into Conan’s shoulder as his lovers thrusting became more erratic. Faster and deeper Conan thrust. He even switched his angle to try to find Kala’s ‘sweet spot’ as he called it. Shifting his hips Conan thrust again and received a pleasant cry from Kala.
“Ah Right there!” He cried.
Success. Conan had found the treasure within. His erratic thrusting became more feral as he penetrated deep into Kala who now had begun writhing once more in pleasure. His breathing had even become more labored as his climax began to build then suddenly white flashed before Kala’s eyes as he cried out his lover’s name in desire.
“Conan!” He bellowed as he released his seed upon their stomachs. A few more thrusts and Conan buried himself into Kala’s ass growling his lover’s name in Kala’s ear as he came inside of the smaller man. Breathing hard and thoroughly exhausted Conan pulled out of his lover rolling onto his back smiling to himself, satisfied. Kala grunted as he shifted on the bed to place his head upon Conan’s chest and curled up to his lover a rather satiated smile on his face.
“Damn…”
“I know.”
Conan turned his head sliding an arm around Kala to pull the smaller, and sweaty male closer to him so he could kiss Kala’s forehead. In return Kala purred a bit as he nuzzled his lover pressing a kiss to Conan’s collar bone.
“I love you.” he breathed.
As Conan stroked Kala’s hair lightly he smiled.
“I love you too.”  

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Teaser - Kala/Conan

“How does pasta sound for dinner. We could open up a nice bottle of wine and make it a nice cozy night.”
Cozy nights usually ended up with Kala getting fucked into the bed whether he was on his back or his belly. Either way they both enjoyed the act of making love and often cuddled afterwards however Conan got an idea to try something different with his lover.
“I have a better idea for tonight. What do you say we do things a little differently in the bedroom?”
Cocking his head to the side Kala raised an eyebrow at Conan.
“Oh? What were you thinking of?” He inquired.
A devilish grin appeared upon Conan’s lips as he captured Kala’s in a kiss.
“You remember than one night.” He paused to pull the more slender male into his lap and proceeded to speak while he lavished kissed upon the tanned neck of his lover. “When we were talking about what kinds of kinks we’d like to try.” The bigger males hands slid up Kala’s back as he bite on the area where Kala’s neck met his shoulder. A small moan left Kala’s lips as Conan sucked, nipped and kissed at his neck. It was absolute heaven when Conan would lavish attention to his neck.
“You’re…” Kala moaned again as he shifted so he was straddling his lover. His hand tangled into Conan’s long hair. “You’re point being?” Conan would often make it hard for him to think clearly.
“Well.” Conan’s lips dipped down Kala’s neck to the hollow of his throat licking up from the tender spot to his lover’s ear. Nipping and sucking lightly he whispered into Kala’s ear. “You said you wanted to try some bondage.”
At this statement Kala flushed a bright red but groans as he felt a large hand squeeze his behind. As a result he felt his shorts get a little tight as his member hardened. The mere thought of being tied up helplessly and played with to no end sent shivers of arousal through his body. Helpless and begging, two things he wanted Conan to make him do. He would be at the mercy at Conan’s hand if they went through with this plan. Conan grinned upon feeling the bulge against his stomach.
“Little excited at the thought are you my love.”  Conan’s voice rumbled against Kala’s throat before kissing the smaller male in his arms once more. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

prelude

This is just a teaser for August and Sebastian. I have been DYING to write some fluff/smut with them. Here's some of that for you. NO smut yet but it will be there :D
WARNING: INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!


The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve.  August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.
“Sebastian.” She said softly.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.
Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.
“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.
“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.
“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.
“That’s part of it…” He admitted.
“Sebastian.”
Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.
“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.
“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.
“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.
“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more. 

Monday, November 7, 2011

Fiore

A/N: Written in the chapter style of George R.R. Martin. Fiore's turn.


Fiore


It was hard to avoid the full moon…or at least the public during the full moon. The glow of the moon filtered through the blinds upon landing upon a figure huddled in the corner trembling.
‘Please don’t let me kill anyone tonight...’ she pleaded with her animal side but then she released a feral scream as her beast took over. Grey blue eyes widened as her nose and mouth elongated into a snout. Hands and feet contorted into wolf’s legs and paws. She fell to all fours silently screaming as a tail sprouted from her tailbone. Ears morphed into pointed wolfs ears and as the fur sprouted form her skin she tossed her head back releasing a long howl. Like a wolf’s. As soon as the transformation completed she trotted out of the flat she resided in, allowing instinct to take over. Sniffing about the place she caught the scent of the cat that had run from her the last full moon, and followed it. Fiore knew that the cat really wasn’t a cat. There was a distinct notion in her being that gave her such a notion. She wanted to find him, not to harm him, but to be friend him. She needed someone to be furry with once a month, not for mating purposes, but just a companion. The feeling of being alone on the full moon frightened her. She hated being alone. Keeping to the shadows she snuck out of her building and out to the alley ways. T’was better if she wasn’t seen, because she was bigger than a normal sized brown wolf and more feral than such, at least when she needed to be. Otherwise she was cuddly with a rather sweet disposition. Unheard of for someone of her kind. A rarity. The scent became faint briefly, she nearly lost it, but then she picked it up again stronger than before. As she followed the scent she came to a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Upon approaching the door the scent hit her hard. It was so strong that she was positive the being she was looking for was here. The weather outside was a bit chilly and she’d rather not find herself naked in the cold on someone’s door in the morning so she began to whine like a dog would and pawed at the door softly. She paused then began the scratching again. There was smoke coming up from the chimney when she spotted the cottage so she knew someone was home. Once more she whined and scratched at the door. This time it opened for her and she was greeted by the sight of a young woman in sweats with curly black hair and brilliant violet eyes. She saw the smile on the woman’s face and her ears perked up.
“I was wondering when you were coming to find us.” The woman said and stepped aside. Fiore happily trotted in and shook her fur as if trying to shake the cold off of her. She then continued to a sitting room where a warm fire was blazing and proceeded to circle on the rug in front of it and lay down to warm her fur. Her blue grey eyes glanced up to a figure that stared at her in disbelief, his grey eyes widened in surprise.
“August!” he bellowed.
“Oh hush Leon. She’s harmless.” August said as she reentered the room and sat in the other overstuffed armchair, swinging a leg over one of the arm rests. Fiore glanced to the woman who smiled at her. The woman seemed to understand…perhaps she was a lycanthrope…but of a different sort. There were so many in the world and not all of them transformed on the full moon. Hesitantly she rose up on her paws and slowly walked towards the woman, whose name she had discovered was August, ears low in submission. August in turn looked her way and smiled reaching out and placed her hand on Fiore’s head. Her fingers lightly scratched Fiore’s ears. She liked this action from the human. Relaxing under the ear scratch Fiore’s tail began to thump lightly against the floor, panting happily at the attention.
“Woman what are you doing?!” Leon cried.
“Giving her attention. She’s nothing but a sweetheart Leon.” August replied as her hand then descended down Fiore’s back. Fiore relished in the attention she was getting from the woman then laid upon the floor rolling onto her back as if to ask for a belly rub.
“Awe do you want a belly scratch now honey?” August was entertained by this. A hind leg began to shake as August scratched and rubbed the fur upon Fiore’s belly.
“August.” Leon sounded displeased but Fiore didn’t care. She was enjoying the belly rub.
“Leon. She’s a rare type of werewolf. Look at how docile she is.”
Blue grey eyes glanced up at August looking a bit sad. How did the woman know she was a werewolf? She had hidden it so well. Her eyes met the violet ones, flames danced in their reflection.
“Your secret is safe with us honey.” August smiled at her. “You can stay here for tonight.”
Fiore couldn’t believe her luck! First August had let her in to sit by the fire, then she was given an ear scratch and a belly rub, sure her secret about being a werewolf had been spilled but she didn’t care/ August was going to permit her to stay the night anyway. She wouldn’t be alone.
“Fine but please keep her out of my bedroom.”
“Leon what do you have against werewolves.”
“August you know my favorite animal form is a cat. I tend to not like canines so much.”
“Yes but Leon she isn’t fully a canine. She’s a lycanthrope. She didn’t choose to be a werewolf.”
“Just…just keep her out of my room or the night…please…”
“Alright. She’ll stay in mine. Besides I could use a nice warm body to sleep with. I tend to get cold.”
“Don’t forget. Fion’s going to call in the morning.”
Fiore’s ears perked up and she rolled onto her belly at the mention of Fion. How did they know her cousin?
“He’s going to ask us if we’ve made any progress searching for this hydro kinetic guy.”
Leon heaved a sigh.
“I know…and I wish we had a lead…but we still don’t have anything. Your telepathy can only go so far.”
“I know. We’ll find him. He has to be here somewhere.”
“Night August.”
“Night Leon.”
Leon padded out of the room to his own bedroom. Fiore glanced up to the woman who had given her so much attention and placed a paw upon her knee. August glanced to her and ruffled the fur upon her head.
“Let’s go get some sleep girl. We’ll keep each other warm tonight.”
With that being said August rose to her feet and headed out of the room glancing to Fiore. It was if the woman was beckoning to her. Fiore followed obediently but what she heard intrigued her. The woman had telepathy. If she had that ability she could have more. Maybe Fiore wasn’t the only ‘freak’ in this city. They spoke of her cousin and some man he was looking for. Why were they looking for someone who could control water? Fiore didn’t know but she was tired from the evening. All she would have loved to do was flop upon a bed and sleep to her hearts content. AS soon as they entered August’s room she bounded up and vaulted onto the bed. Apparently the sight received laughter from the woman as she crawled into the bed beside her. Fiore scooted closer to August as the woman reached her hand to stroke the furry ears.
“We can talk more in the morning with you. After a nice hot breakfast.”
August spoke to her like she was a person instead of a dog. Fiore was pleased with this fact and licked Augusts face contentedly. Another giggle came from August’s lips as she ruffled Fiore’s fur once more.
“Sleep now.” She said soon drifting to sleep. Fiore licked her hand once more before curling on the covers. Things might be good with these two people, even if one of them wasn’t too fond of her. She’d get to talk to him later. For now she closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as she slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

August

A/N: I'm doing my NaNoRiMo project in the style of George R.R. Martin...chapter wise. Here is another character.


August

So someone had decided to rape and murder another woman. The killer wasn’t going to get away this time. As he darted away the shadows seemed to follow him. He bolted into a dark alley sweat beading upon his brow. The man took shelter within the shadows just as his pursuers passed the alley but as soon as they left he noticed something strange about the shadows he was hiding in. They seemed to be caressing him. Touching him in places he had no desire to be touched him. It wasn’t until he realized that she shadows were not shadows at all…but rather tentacles devised form shadows. He began to panic. Every time he attempted to grasp one in his hands it slipped through like mist and charged at him from another direction. If the tentacles weren’t solid then how was it that they were wrapping around his wrists ankles and torso while others touched him in places he didn’t know he had. The black tendrils formed into hands. One covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming as the other slid beneath his clothes shredding them from the inside out. Inside his head he heard a voice…not one of those voices where a conscience is speaking. This voice was dark, cold and threatening.
“You know what goes through a woman’s mind when she is kidnapped and forcibly fucked against her will?” It sneered.
Before him a pair of vibrant red eyes glowed in the darkness. There was no figure they belonged to. Just a pair of bright red eyes burning into his soul. The appendages that held him shook him violently.
“Do you! Answer me you fucking cunt!”
Even within his mind he was silent. The only thing apparent was fear. That held him back from answering any questions this being might have.
“Well seeing as you won’t answer I might as well give you a taste of what it is like. Don’t bother to scream. No one will hear you.”
The voice in his head lingered far longer than he wished. The tentacles entrapping him tugged at his limbs. One became cylindrical with a rounded point and delved into his mouth thrusting in and out roughly and deeply. Other tentacles caressed and fondled areas of his body before one followed its comrade and shoved itself into the man’s ass forcefully beginning a brutal pace of thrusting. If the victim could cry out he would but he was muffled by the foreign object violating his mouth. Tears of shame burned in his eyes as a smaller appendage coiled around his manhood, stroking it vigorously, painfully almost. It was if the tendril was trying to rip off the skin from the organ or rip off the organ itself.
“How does it feel slut! Does it feel good!” The voice boomed in his head, the tentacles actions became rougher. Then all of a sudden they withdrew dropping him to the ground. The wailing of sirens were faintly heard but they were coming closer and closer. In panic the man scrambled to gather his clothes to get away from the haunted alley as fast as he could. But that meant running into the cops. If he went through the alley the terror of being molested by the tentacles or whatever they were surged through him. There was no way out.
A dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building glared down upon him, purple eyes behind a set of wire framed glasses, vibrant with fury. They watched as the police arrested the man and dragged his abused naked self away. The figure heaved a sigh as it lit up a cigarette before inhaling the toxic smoke.
“Now did you have to be that drastic August?” came a voice.
Violet eye flickered to the voice and exhaled the smoke from her pink lips. Beside her sat a cat with gleaming grey eyes and blue grey fur.
“Yes Leon. Rapists and murdered should have a taste of the terror they inflict upon their victims.” He tone was dark and she inhaled the smoke once more.
“I know August but you should really let the police handle them.”
She snorted glaring at the cat. To anyone else it would have looked strange to see a young woman perched upon a building talking to a cat. To August this was normal.
“And have weeks maybe months pass by while the idiot roams free to commit more crimes? I don’t think so.”
“August.”
“Leon. It’s what they deserve. Besides police catch them faster after I’m through.”
Another inhale and another exhale. There was a slight menthol flavor to the cigarette. Just the way August liked them.
“You make a point but couldn’t you just scare them a bit instead of instilling traumatic events upon them?”
“Scaring them doesn’t get the point across. You should know this better than anyone.”
Leon heaved a sigh and crept onto her lap rubbing up against her stomach lightly.
“Does this have anything to do with what happened to you August?”
She winced placing a hand upon his back nearly gripping the fur.
“Please don’t bring that up Leon…I’m still healing from that…”
Leon sensed the discomfort in August. He knew damn well what she had been through and if it wasn’t for him she probably wouldn’t be alive. A purr came from his throat as he nuzzled his friend.  
“I’m sorry friend. Come on we should get home. I’d rather not run into the werewolf that’s been lurking about lately.”
August just smiled.
“She’s harmless. She has better things to do than terrorize cats.” She replied as she stood up holding her friend in her arms.
“How do you know?”
“Read her mind. Telepath remember?”
“Oh right.”
As soon as she had gotten to her feet she slipped into the shadows with her friend in hand. 

Friday, November 4, 2011

Sebastian

A/N: Okay so I'm attempting this in the way that George R.R. Martin did his book series. So hopefully things will work that way. Anyway were going to start off with a man named Sebastian.

Sebastian

3 AM in the dingy hotel room. It was a smoking room so the dim scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Fake, empty, low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the ‘filth’ from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow. It had been two years since his daughter was kidnapped and murdered and since his nasty divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. It was because of her vicious lies and her demented state of mind that she won. How demented was she while they had been married and how had he not seen her psychological issues? Why hadn’t he gotten any help for her sooner? These thoughts and more wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone in the bathroom. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of ‘filth’ upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing form his chest to his belly and beyond. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow. Even reminded him that he was its master. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures form it. Like when he would for his little girl.

Andrea…

The thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she was kidnapped and murdered. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory. Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her hazel green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If this was true then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only cruel vindictive omnipresent sons of bitches. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him. 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Rantings: No Really This is Needed

Okay so you've all heard  my rant about my least favorite class.
This is ranting about yesterday.
So part of the rules in the costume shop is no inappropriate shop talk as well as no excessive talking or singing. Yeah no singing period. (but we bend the rules a bit and sing softly when some people aren't there. Advanced students warn us when we are singing too loud but at least they are nice about it.) Anyway. Inappropriate shop talk. Limited swearing, nothing about sex or the like, alcohol or drugs or whatever. It does happen and we to get warned or chewed out about it. It depends upon who is telling it to you. Now the advanced student the costume shop manager and one of the other professors are really nice about it. Even when they are stressed. However there is one instructor who give me the impression that she is high and mighty. Anyway I was talking about a Rocky Horror callback with a couple people that went and saw the show on Halloween. It had to do with a butterfly masturbating. So I tried to keep my voice low but apparently it wasn't low enough because not a moment after she screamed  INAPPROPRIATE SHOP TALK and proceeded to bitch me out about how it was inappropriate. Well one I was trying to keep my voice low so she wouldn't hear, two I honestly didn't think that I would get bitched at for that, three she bitched to me in such a tone that I really wanted to say fuck you to her. No really I wanted to scream fuck you to a teacher for overreacting to a small little indiscretion. Apparently she was stressed out. That does not give any one a reason to bitch out someone for a minor mistake. Yeah were all guilty of it but being stressed over something or other does not give ANYONE the reason to get angry at someone else for any reason. Now this isn't the first time I've wanted to yell fuck you to her. Now one of my biggest issues is when I am working on a project (sewing painting drawing or what have you) I tend to like to have conversations with my fellow peers. Now usually I keep my eyes on my work as I work but there are some times where I do like to make eye contact with whomever I am talking to. Apparently I talk a lot. I hate silence sometimes. I vocalize my thoughts as I work sometimes (about what I am working on) and apparently I was doing it to the point where I had to be shushed. Now I try not to talk too much but if someone talks to me I am going to respond. Now it wasn't the fact that I was shushed that bothered me (because I don't usually have a problem with that) Its the way she shushed me. There was such a bitterness to her tone that I really felt a sting come from her words. It wasn't like a small sting this was one of those "I'm going to chew you up and spit you out" sort of stings. Now I don't know what is going on with her what her family is like or why she is the way she is. All I can say is she gave me the impression that she was high and mighty and extremely prude. NO I do not use prude in a very nice sense. I felt like I gravely offended her with my one stupid comment about a call back that is used during Rocky Horror. I wasn't talking about sex or masturbation itself. So now when I am in lab I might as well just keep to myself shut up and not say a word to avoid having her be a bitch if I do something that SHE doesn't approve of.
I guess it is still frowned upon to think outside of the box and be a little creative or unusual according to some people. I suppose that censorship rules above all else even in theater.
Now there is another thing. Since when did theater have censorship! The costume shop and costuming and any tech work is a part of theater. Now it is my understanding that in theater there are not comfort zones no wall no boxes. So if someone is working in a theater, whether it be costuming, lighting or what have you, for a show it seems so wrong that talk needs to be limited to PG-13. Because god knows something could go wrong and someone will yell FUCK at the top of their lungs because of an injury a mistake or an accident. Or some people could be talking about a hot steamy night off in a corner in a low tone so people don't overhear. God forbid that someone can't have a conversation as they work.
I'm sorry I'm still really pissed and hurt that one person threw innocent words with such spite at me because I made one little slip up. Fuck I cried for about an hour last night because I was so hurt by her tone. I know it seems childish to cry over something so small but when someone figuratively whips you with such a sting you kind of want to break down and cry from it.
I do not understand what her issue is or if she has to have control over her environment. But it hurt and really did make me feel like I was a useless nothing and that I didn't belong there among them.
Yeah...

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Monday, October 31, 2011

Teaser for Frankie fic (Peaches)

This is mostly for Cougarbelle but if you ladies want you all can read it as well. This is only a teaser. ;) Enjoy!!!


“Frankie…” She breathed but before she knew what she was doing she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard with a small moan. Frankie was a bit surprised at the action but smiled a bit against her lips as he pulled her frame close to his. The sweetness of the peach lingered on her lips and he made quick work of trailing his tongue across her lips before forcing it past hers, not that she minded because when he poked his tongue at her lips they parted eagerly for him. Her mouth not only was moist and warm for him but she tasted like peaches. The hint of flavor made him crave a peach as well so he pulled away slightly running his tongue down the corner of her lips to her chin to taste the peach juices. Cyndy’s eyes shone a brilliant green now as she smiled at him. He smiled back at her taking her hand that held the peach in it before raising the fruit to his lips. He took a big bite out of it and slowly munched upon the bite with a grin upon his face. Now peach juices dribbled down his chin into his facial hair. Eagerly Cyndy leaned forward licking the trail of juice that had dribbled down his chin before she kissed him again. As she pressed her lips to his he swallowed the peach bite before returning her affections. 

Friday, October 28, 2011

Screw up

So yeah...I've screwed up majorly here....
I apparently am a procrastinator...a hardcore procrastinator...and I neglected to give away a shift at work so I could do this event over at my college...
So I can't call out from work because I am afraid that I will get fired but I am also afraid to not show up to this event tonight and tomorrow for school. Granted it is not for a grade but I neglected to take care of my shift at work before applying for this event. So I have had to email one of the producers for it and tell her I am unable to do the event...I have yet to get a reply from her which is totally freaking me out and making me panic right now...
I let her know last minute that I couldn't do it because I could not get out of work. I feel so terrible about it and I am afraid she will hold it against me...I haven't stopped praying that things will work out all right and so far there is no sign of that being apparent...
Fuck....

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Therapy

So...I'm starting to realize that there is more wrong with me that I think...I could seriously sit here and list all of my flaws and why I have periods of self loathing and completely forget all of the good things about me.
Recently I have noticed that I'm more abrasive and I just act without thinking first and I speak without thinking first. I feel like I annoy people and I talk to  much or I have an ego or something like that.
Because of these things and this self loathing I am deciding to go see a counselor or a therapist (depends on what NAU offers) to try to get some help. I don't want to go through bouts of depression anymore...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

History of the Islamic World and how the class went from AWESOME to OH dear god please shoot me now.

So this used to be one of my favorite classes and the reason why is because we had a great teacher lecture well and use power points to help guide us. Now we've got a dinosaur who literally reads from the text apparently has no idea how to use a power point and talks so slow that I want to gouge my eyes out. How can you expect someone to retain information if you are lecturing from a text book that we can read at home and do it in a manner where you drone on and on. I mean seriously. I firmly believe that students do not learn as well when they get bored. If they are engaged and bantering with the professor or entertained or intrigued by what they have to say (partially because he give more information than is on the power point which helps tremendously) then they learn better. Well this goes for most students.

How did we get stuck with an asshole who has no idea how to lecture? Well I'll tell you.
The professor who was teaching the class fell ill a few weeks ago. Unfortunately he probably will not return until next semester. Pity too. He's a really good professor who knows how to get the information across. Anyway there is an issue with one of his heart valves which really sucks for him as well as for us. So he is in the hospital. For the first couple weeks he was gone we had his lovely student teacher to help us out with the lectures (she gave us copies and the power points for them) and even help us study for the test. Not only is she lovely she is also quite a nice girl who unfortunately got stuck in a tough situation. Most of us were totally understanding because our old professor getting sick was not her fault. What control did she have? None. When asked what would help us study better some guy (we now call him "that guy" there is a story behind it I swear) He made some sort of suggestion (I actually don't remember what it was) but it was shot down (I think it had something to do with collaborating info on the online site we use for our college). it was shot down because the TA had specifically said that we are responsible for knowing the information individually or something along those lines. He swore at her mumbled something else and left. We all felt so bad for the TA and mentioned how none of us wanted to be "that guy".

The term "that guy" refers to a douchebag who obviously isn't mature enough to accept any other suggestion other than his own. This Douchebag was "that guy".

We all hate "that guy" now. We all roll our eyes when ever he opens his big fat mouth.

Okay I've gotten off topic.

I had to rant. Anyway long story short our teacher got sick and we have the head of the department teaching us. I appreciate his willingness to teach us the class. I just wish he would do it in a different manner. some manner that would help us more than make us fall asleep upon our desks. This isn't the stone age here. We are in the 21st century. Power points help out alot in this day and age.

Just saying.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Crazy!

Holy Crap!
This week has been crazy yo!
Anyway my gangstaness aside yes this week has been crazy. And next week will be just as crazy. For those of you who do not know I am part of the technical crew for the show at my university. A costumer to be exact. I make sure costumes are where they need to be make sure the actors have help with quick changes mend clean iron and fix costumes. you get the idea. So I've had alot of late nights a the school but do I regret it? Hell no! This is what I love doing! I love being a part of a show even if I am not an actor. Theater is still loads of fun and it is an amazing art when done well. The actors are fantastic at their roles and the crew is awesome because we just chill for the most part in this show. I don't really have many complaints about my craft...well one of my crafts. I hardly ever do...unless there is a diva actor (hey were all divas at some point I will admit) and when I mean diva actor I mean like a spoiled brat. Those actors bug me and I so want to smack them in the face. Anyway yeah crazy couple of weeks ahead. I will be sad/glad when it is over and I'll want to be a part of another show once I can relax a bit.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Art, Beauty, Expression, Inspiration


When I speak of art I do not just mean a sculpture, a painting, or a drawing. I mean all of that as well as music, photographs, theater, dance, traditional ceremonies, film, writing. You get the idea.
The artist can be defined as an incredibly talented person who dedicates the time and hard work to creating a beautiful work of art, be it a sculpture, music, literature, or a painting.
This person has dedicated years of work to mastering his craft, and deserve as much credit as any other professional in a field. They generally have a higher level of creativity and imagination.
However art is not limited to simply sculpture or music or literature or paintings.
Theater is an art
Film is an art.
Dance in any form is an art.
As is photography.
Anything can be considered an art.
People dedicate their body, heart, mind, and soul to their craft. Some people go to the extreme to show off their talent.
They either can fail miserably in life yet be a brilliant source of inspiration in death or they succeed and live on even after they are deceased. Either way artists are a source of inspiration for the masses.
Artists inspire me. I can see such passion and dedication to their work and when that is so apparent in any picture they take or anything they film, perform, or create they form a place in my mind, heart, body, and soul. Their passion is what drives them. And it is what drives me.
There is a unique beauty in art. Art, artists and beauty is all around us no matter where we may go or what we may see. Sometimes it is simplistic. Other times it is complex. And then there are times in how we interpret it.
I know this is very cliché but beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. Something that someone may find ugly and hideous may be magnificent and beautiful to others.
There is a beauty within anything. Art especially.
As artists we see things in a way not many other people do. We can look at a piece of music or a landscape or a script and find something truly beautiful. The creator has expressed himself in such an imaginative way that speaks to the mind and senses.
I love that art, any art, speaks to my mind and senses. It goes even deeper than that. Art speaks to my soul. Sometimes it’s a painting, other times its music, maybe it’s a film or how an actor portrays a character, but most of the time it is a photograph. I love that artists can create something that their viewers can interpret in any way they choose.
I swear when I see a piece that speaks to me I feel a wave of euphoria wash over my entire being. Art is not only a physical act for me but it is a spiritual experience. It speaks to my soul. Within a piece of work I see or feel the emotion emanating from the work. I can laugh or cry or become angry upon viewing a work. I feel connected on a deeper level with it.
I wanted to share this with you because you inspire me greatly. Even the most miniscule thing can inspire me and I thank you for that. I don’t just thank you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart and my soul for inspiring me to be passionate. For inspiring me to create. For inspiring me to see the joyous things in life even when the world has gone all topsy turvy.
I wish I could hug you and thank you personally for igniting this fire within me. 

Change

Yeah when I started writing this it did not have a title. Lately things have been a bit crazy. My sleep pattern has sucked, my attention abilities have diminished and the lack of caffeine is starting to drive me nuts. But today today was an interesting day I have to admit. I passed by some of the billboards in the performing arts building and one of them simply said "take what you need" It had elements upon them such as understanding, beauty, freedom, peace etc. A lot of things have been ripped off but I was lucky enough to find a tab that said freedom. It really spoke to me more than anything else. Now if you talk to me and get to know me you know that I am an outgoing person and I can be very silly and extremely open. when you talk to me online over Facebook or whatever I am extremely open and you will know more about me than you want to know. Thats because there is a physical barrier between you and the person you are speaking to. You can't see them get angry or the emotions on their face or their body language. Its a little plastic bubble that protects you from hearing the inflection in their voice. Where as in person you are vulnerable and so are they. However in person there is a more intimate connection between you and who you are talking to. You can get a stronger connection or put up a wall. How does this relate tot eh word freedom? Sometimes I don't feel like I have the freedom to do so sometimes. I feel like if I say something I'll be given a weird look or people will be like what the fuck are you doing here. I really shouldn't because I rarely ever get that effect form people...unless they are a plastic little whore. You know what they look like. Fake tans, caked on makeup, straight ridiculous hairstyles and they talk in a nasal tone with upper inflection at the end of every sentence. The typical valley girl. Its those types of people that I know will not like me. Its artists I feel more open around. The artists the hippies, the gays, the lesbians, the outcasts, the nerds, you get the idea. I can relate to them more but sometimes even around them I am terribly shy at first. I feel like I'll get hit for doing or saying something wrong. I want to not be afraid of that. I want freedom from this shyness!
Why do I have to be so self conscious...I need to get over my insecurities and just dive in. No more second guessing! 
It is time for a change.   

Saturday, October 1, 2011

BDSM

Warning! Mature Content! May be offensive or disturbing! Do not read if you are easily offended!



BDSM

There are many forms of bondage; metaphorically and physically. Were going to talk about the physical.
Bondage is in a fetish known as BDSM. Bondage Dominance Sadomasochism. There are clubs dedicated to such a fetish as well as items available for purchase in sex shops so couples could practice at home. Some people like being tied up and dominated and others enjoy being dominated and punished.
Yes I'm saying that people get off on pain.
I am also saying that they also get off on being dominated or submitting to their partner.
And some people get off on dominating their partner.
Why?
There is such a rush that comes from being dominated. A rush and a helplessness. The sensation that you have no idea what is going to happen next or what will happen if you disobey is both very frightening and exciting at the same time. The fear of the unknown is highly apparent but its more exciting than anything especially if you trust your partner. If there is full trust between the both of you sessions can go easily and be highly pleasurable for both Master and Slave. The master trusts the slave enough to be obedient and submit to them. They don't just trust them to do so. They expect it. If the slave does not meet expectations punishment is administered. Now either the slave is defiant and disobeys because they enjoy punishment and become aroused by pain or they decide to be a good little slave and get a lighter less painful and more pleasurable reward. Or the Master decides to inflict pain upon them anyway for either sick pleasure. And sometimes the slave enjoys it.
But punishment doesn't necessarily have to involve master and slave roles. Just the dominant and submissive roles. Which I guess could be categorized as such save for the submissive partner is not saying yes master or no master or please master give me more. Nor is the dominant partner calling their submissive partner a slave.
People cane get off on pain. Being whipped, being cut, burned, or slapped. Personally I enjoy the sting of a whip on my flesh. I'm not sure how many other people do but I do. I also enjoy having candle wax poured upon my flesh as well. Then there is also being slapped on various parts other than the face. There is something about the sting of pain that can feel fantastic and vulnerable. It's okay to feel vulnerable around your partner. There shouldn't be any walls around when it comes to sex or pleasure or BDSM. Not physical walls at least.
My friend has practiced a rather intriguing trick on me. He does it every time I see him. He uses his nails or the sharp blade of a knife and gently scrapes it along my skin. Sometimes he digs his nails into my flesh leaving red marks and other times he just sits and traces the knife along my skin. Its a frightening thing having a blade at your flesh because you don't know at what moment it might stab or slash you, unless you or your partner know how to handle it and know how to pleasure with it. The trick to the knife technique is to know how gentle you need to be with the blade or how hard you can scrape against the skin without cutting your partner.  It also helps if trust is involved. It will not work if there is no trust involved.
Personally I want to explore a little more in this area. I feel that it will help me bring down some walls and build confidence in myself. If not explore practice a bit more. There are kinks I enjoy within it and kinks that I don't wish to venture into.
The point is I do enjoy a little bit of pain. I feel in control and yet not in control. Its empowering and relieving to have someone take control and manhandle you. In the end sometimes the results are amazing.
I just had this on my mind today (mostly because I am writing a piece with bondage involved between the characters) and I felt like I needed to share it. Yes I dabble in it. It's not a scary or freaky thing. I know I've dabbled in it.
I just wanted to share a more private part of my life. Yeah this isn't something I wouldn't normally post about but it was on my heart and I wanted to share it.
To some it may seem perverted and disgusting. To others it is a seems of freedom and empowerment. I find it fascinating. Like many things I find this fascinating.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Facebook and Twitter

By the way I'm on Facebook and Twitter.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/alice.c.kirk
Twitter: @FrostusMagus

Just so you all know where to find me...if ya wanna.

Horny Schoolgirl

NO seriously there is a drink called a horny school girl. Don't get me wrong there are alot of horny schoolgirls that are smoking hot but I discovered I have the ingredients to CREATE horny schoolgirls! I could go off into a mad scientist rant about what I use and create for such but I have alcohol in my system and do not wish to think of an elaborate plan right now. Maybe one day I will get a formula in my head to post it.
Anyway I discovered this for trying to find recipes for vodka and Red Bull. I'm sure if I asked one my friends back home she'd know.  But for now I will enjoy my horny schoolgirl. I just wanted to share my excitement with you all.

Red Bull

Its really quite a sad thing when I need a second Red Bull to get me through my day. Usually one jump starts me and I'm usually good for the rest of the day. You know something is wrong with me when I need a second one to help me out. As delicious and amazing as it is It's not that good for me to use more than one. Even when I'm dog tired from not sleeping the night before. Plus I think I have allergies. However Red Bull is a wonderful beverage. Best energy drink I have had out of them all. If I can't get my coffee I usually turn to a Red Bull. Has the same effect as a cup of coffee without the brewing time. However I usually don't drink a Red Bull bigger than 8.4 ounces. I mentioned it one day to my friend in one of my courses and this lovely blonde Austrian girl turned around and told me Red Bull was from Austria. I had no idea until she told me. All I knew about it was one of my best friends drinks it...a lot and she loves it (what makes it better is that she's Polish) that and Rayne Summers worships the drink as if it was ambrosia from the gods. (for those of you who have no idea who Rayne Summers is please go look up the webcomic Least I Could Do. Totally worth the read.)  Anyway it is because of those two people (on real and one fictional) that I am hooked and addicted to Red Bull. I blame the fictional character more than my best friend for this. I praise her for doing this.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Block

Okay its fucking early in the night and I'm exhausted. I feel like I've smashed into a roadblock and I'm still recovering from it. Why is it that I want to sleep at seven PM? I seriously have no fucking clue. On top of that I lack the motivation to actually do my homework or edit my papers or continue on my two fanfictions. I'm too tired to do so. I'm half tempted to just go to bed now and work on it when I wake up but I know that isn't the right way to go about my life. Putting things off until later. It's gotten me into way too much trouble. Maybe I'll edit my English paper then go to bed. And if I wake again then I'll get on some of my reading. We'll see.

Most Recent Dream

Like I have said I am having issues sleeping. However when I do sleep I tend to get strange or HIGHLY realistic  dreams. The strange ones I like to classify as the acid trip dreams.
Anyway...
Last night (rather early this morning. I ended up going to sleep around maybe like 2am) I dreamt that apparently I was a nanny for Jason Momoa. Apparently his kids ADORED me. I was a live in nanny for him and Lisa Bonet, now keep in mind in this dream that Lisa DOES NOT like me in this dream. In fact she hated me. Jason and his kids freaking loved me though. Apparently the relationship between me and his kids were that I was the awesome big sister and to Jason I was like the best friend. (Do you start to see why Lisa hates me in this dream already?) She was under the impression that I was trying to steal her husband away from her (in which I was not). I calmly explained to her that SHE hired ME as the nanny to help out with their kids when both of them had work or whatever to do and I agreed. They paid me a fair fee and they house me and I take care of their kids. She confronted me or gave me a death glare quite often in this dream to t he point where I began to get very depressed. Now her children noticed I wasn't myself as did Jason. Later on in the dream He and Lisa had a HUGE argument. It wasn't an argument it was more like a time bomb finally exploded. What happened was they ended up separating and eventually divorcing. Me and their kids were caught in the middle of all this. Now because Lisa despised me I OBVIOUSLY took Jason's side.One because he and I knew that our relationship was kind of like siblings. We were best friends. Nothing romantically involved. Two she was crazy and hated me. Now he ended up getting the kids and even though I was told my contract as their nanny was over and done with I still asked if he would keep me as a live in nanny for no pay at all because I didn't really care about the money. I loved his kids and they needed a strong not crazy woman figure in their lives. He agreed because not only needed someone to look after the kids he needed someone to help pick up the pieces that and he considered me family. I ended up as step mom to the kids in the end...dunno how that happened.

Yeah that was the dream. One of the more prominent dreams I had last night. Another was I was in a relationship with Emilia Clarke like a serious one I ended up getting cancer and then proceeded to die from it making her utterly depressed and cry. That depressed me.

So yeah one of my many dreams that I have usually in the wee hours of the morning.

Insomnia

So it's early in the morning. I'm tired as fuck and I'm creating a blog after drinking some wine. I really should be reading for my classes or sleeping for that matter but I am not. I'm rather happy that I'm getting to speak with one of my friends back home. I don't get to hear from her much so its awesome to talk to her. :) Anyway new blog. There will be random thoughts opinions and shit. As well as images or scenes that play in my head. I'll try to update as frequently as possible whether that means once a day once a week or multiple times a day but it all depends on my college schedule and how much homework I have.

Farewell all. I shall be posting soon. If I had a video camera I would totally be vlogging.