He wandered into the bookstore without realizing it.
He had started out his day as he normally did. Showered, shaved, dressed. But, as he stepped outside, he felt like this wasn't a normal day. Something was different, but he couldn't tell what. So he locked his door and began his walk. Up and down streets he knew, and some he didn't. Through alleys and tunnels. When he got tired, he found a door and opened it.
On the other side was a room with shelves and shelves of books. He barely heard the tinkle of bell on the inside of the door, or even the "Hello! How may I help you?" from the woman behind the counter. He simply was in awe at the books! Big ones, slim ones. Tall ones and skinny. Spines and covers of all the colors in the rainbow and more!
Some of the books whispered to him, others screamed. "Come, take me home! Read me, READ ME NOW!" They all chorused as he wandered around the place. They all wanted his attention, they all wanted to be owned and cared for.
But the man was particular. Even more so than the average reader. He had heavy expectations of the books he owned. Not everything was up to that challenge. Not every book was worthy of reading, sometimes. But still he searched the room. Surely there must be something here, he thought.
That was when he shifted his gaze. Lifting his eyes from his normal view, he spotted something on a higher shelf. A shelf out of easy reach. Beyond the grasp of everyday. Looking around, the man found a stool to stand on, and with an extended strech of his arms and legs, he placed his fingers on the book he knew he longed for.
The man saw the leather cover was shiny. Not new from a fresh press, but still gleamed in the light. He saw prints fore and aft, from others who mishandled the book. But, he thought, these could be buffed out, with a little love and caring. As he gently turned the book, he spyed the gilted page edges, gleaming under the store's lights. Along the top, yellowed book marks stuck out in two or three places.
These he pulled and tossed to the floor. He didn't care where others had read before.
With the book firmly grasped in his hand, he approached the woman behind the counter. When he handed it to her, she looked at him over her glasses and told him that volume held a hefty price. He locked stares with her and replied with all the good ones do.
He left the store, leaving The Price lay upon the counter. He wanted to go home and begin his journey with the book. He knew it was going to be a tough read but he wanted to devour it.
Most of us here can spot things that just scream FAKE! when we take the time to read another's profile. Certain actions someone makes that lend credence to the idea they are not being truthful about what they are here for.
But God Damn!
Some of those stolen photos are hot as hell! I do wish I could get to know the person in the photo, provided of course they were interested in the lifestyle.
I wish I was better at cyber stalking
(Disclaimer: Not everyone who choses to keep information about themselves are fake. Everyone has the right to choose what and what not to disclose. While there are some indications fake profiles give, not everything others do should indicate they are having a fake profile)
I know you love my writing and do miss my stories I have written in the past. I miss it too, but haven't been inspired to write any fiction of late. So since I have had a few inquires about my 30 question post, I'll answer the ones about Number 7.
The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent
A bit of background: Back in the later 2000s, Alt.com was a fun place to be. The chat rooms were much like Cage's chatrooms today, but there was a number of rooms that people frequented. The most hopping one was "The MidWest Chat Room". We would have 20 to 30 people in the room a night. Everyone became very close. So much so, we would meet up real time in St. Louis once a year for a get together. Like 200 of us.
So this one time, I went unpartnered (I had not met my wife yet), just to hang out and talk to people face to face. While we didn't rent the whole hotel, we had a good chunk, including the main meeting area which we used as a scening area. I'm watching the various things going on when I feel a tug on my sleeve.
Turning around, there is this short, brown haired girl who says "Hi! I'm ShimmeringEyes! Are you TopekaDom?" We have never met before but chatted in the room and in IM. So we laughed and talked and watched and she was fixated on the floggings. Without turning away, she says "God, I need that!"
I took it as a cue and told her to strip, just to see if she would. She looks at me, sets her water glass on the table (MO state laws does not allow alcohol and nudity in the same room) and undresses right there. While she was doing that, I went and found a flogger to barrow. Then I dragged her by the hair to unoccupied piece of furniture and proceeded to flog the crap out of her.
After we were done, she was all smiles and dreamy. Someone gave us a blanket and we cuddled together against the wall. After a bit, the people she came to the event with came by to check on her. She got up and got dressed, then leaned down to give me a kiss. I kissed and whispered:
"Room 312"
She just looked at me, then turned and left with her friends. I got up and talked to a few people. One of those was another woman who watched us the whole time. This woman was someone who I never met face to face before but chatted her up in the room with the screen name of "Cheri". Cheri thought the entire scene was hot and said how she wished she could have joined us, but didn't want to interrupt.
I laughed and told her she should have asked anyway. By this time, another Dom comes up and asks her if she wants to do something, so I exited. Going back to my room, who do I find tapping at my door but ShimmeringEyes. Opening the door, I tell her if she goes inside, she is going to get fucked. She walked through the door before me.
(yeah, I'm not going into all that in detail)
Afterwards, we are done and cuddling with one another and I tell her about what Cheri said. Shimmering gasps and looks me in the eye, saying how much fun that would have been. I nodded and and got back into my traveling tool bag. The cuffing her spread eagle to the bed took little time and I left the room.
I found Cheri back in the main room. She was unpartnered, so I pulled her aside and gave her my room key and what was in there. As she turned to go, taking the key, I told her to wedge the door partially open since that was the only key.
I never saw either one of them face to face again.
It seems like I haven't been around here much. Not Blogging or doing much in the forums (don't even get me started about the chat room), but I have been here, keeping an eye on things as it were.
I've just been doing real life shit. Cleaning and seeing to cats and things like that. But I did want to take the time to thank those that have reached out to me to see if I was ok and wondering what the living fuck was going on.
Mainly is has been;
Cleaning my fucking Workroom
With all the projects I had been doing (including doing a small shelving unit for DVDS), I had a couple of inches of sawdust and paint stuff and tools all lying about. Then the wife decided she is going to get a floor loom and stacked the hall with all kinds of shit she wanted stored down in the workroom.
So that meant reorganizing the shelves there (what do you mean just tossing shit on a shelf and calling it good is not organization?) and then she bought 3 cases of wine that has be stored down there (yes it is her wine cellar too. But that is ok, I made a cat pan room out of the original wine cellar so who would blame her) and that had to be all put away.
But it also gave me some time to do man stuff: I got to screw all my charging basses to the wall. That cleared up a good deal of room. Got rid of an old hardwire network switch that the original house owners put in but we didn't ever use. Clipping those wires was fun.
Still not finished but am now worn my ass out. You know that feeling being the guy in a FMF threesum with two straight girls? Very satisfied but, goddamn that was a lot of work
