My friend the poet,
You may not know it,
But theres something
Id like to make clear -
Ive come to this place
Enjoying your tastes
And its just not the same,
You're not here.
Your clever wit,
And the notes you hit,
Your charm
We all held so dear.
A favor I ask you,
I hope you can do -
Recover soon,
We need you near.
~ Jack
I no longer follow conventional religious practices, and I certainly mean no disrespect to anyone who does.
This poem has always deeply touched my heart - not necessarily in the context intended
How many out there tear up when reading this?
There is someone longing to be carried, and someone longing to carry . . . For everyone.
The lonely and broken hearted must believe and hold on to faith.
Your sun will shine once again.
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Girls - what is your favorite part of a mans body to look at?
Dressed/undressed?
Apart from my usual posts a bit - on this Saturday . . .
What is the role of modern man?
What is the role of modern woman?
So many taboo lines we dance upon in this BDSM lifestyle.
"Im going to tie you up and beat you!"
"I want you to tie me up and beat me"
There were times and places when such things were never to be spoken aloud, even though the desires were persistant.
And times/places (thanks cage ☺) when one might be proud to publicly discuss such behaviors.
One day a college girl wrote a story . . .
IT OUTSOLD THE BIBLE!
outsold JK Rowlings masterpiece. . .
Broke records.
To this day I am still dumbfounded as to why!?
As "man" evolves, - technology, etc - I wonder if there is some confusion as to what todays man is supposed to be. Likewise for women.
Thoughts?
Thick, pouting, dirty lips . . . Hot red lips that drip . . . Tell me lies slut! I want to crack them - make them bleed - and then lick it from her face - I want to be crushed by those lips!. I want to beg her - cum on her - and beg again. I want to ache for her. . . . Kiss me slut! . . . Kiss me! - Damn you! . . . . Please . . . . Please . . . . . . Kiss me . . . .
Eyes that cry . . . Eyes that bury me . . . Fuck you! . . . Love me darling, my love . . . .love me! . . . Those eyes! . . . Eyes that cry . . .
Hips that can take my whip - saucy, round hips . . . slide into those perfect thighs . . . Soft flesh . . . Soft soft Flesh . . . .
I love to watch her brush her hair . . . Long, long . . . Slow . . . Sensual . . . Yes, like that my love . . . Yes . . . . I want to drag her by it! . . . Thick beautiful hair . . . I want to clench my fists in her hair . . . Hide my face in her beautiful hair . . . Do it bitch! Do it!! . . .
Tits thats tease me . . . Look at them! . . . Oh those tits! . . . Hard . . . Put a godamn bra on! . . . I want to suck on them . . . Harder! . . . Harder! . . . The scent . . . The feel of her perfect tits . . . I want to bite them . . .
I woke up with a boner . . . .
"Curse forever the demon spawn, never to see another dawn - upon this realm you shall not creep - driven back to satans keep"
* * * *
Dark tendrils, . . . like her claws, . . .pulled at Ariel - calling her ... they had been for days. . . Forbidden pleasures . . . Lust . . . .their bodies entwined . . . "It is forbidden!" . . . Her scent . . . Her desire . .. her flesh . . . ohh her flesh! . . . God she wanted her! . . . Needed her! . . .
"Uuhh! What now!?" Her moment shattered - the knock on the door breaking her rythm - "I need to speak with you, its important!" . . . She threw the covers back with agitation "hold on father!" . . .
Ariel put on her robe and composed herself - "yes father" she said sarcastically, pulling the door open and heading towards the vanity in one motion - her irritation apparent.
"Your brother is taking 20 of our best up to Silveron" "and!?" She snipped, brushing the knots from her long red hair. "I thought perhaps . .." "well you thought wrong father" she hated this conversation last night, and she hated it even more this morning.
• • • • • • •
Silveron mountain was the last known hideout of the night wraiths - "dejuivere'" - The damned. . . . Where "she" was . . . .
• • • • • • •
"You are my daughter, the people need to see that you are involved"
"Why cant you just leave them alone !? - there cant be, what - 40 or 50 of them left! They will die off soon enough". Her disgust with the subject becoming more apparent with every brush stroke. "This has to end Ariel! - these . . . Creatures! . . . Have been . . " she spun around "Have been what father!? - there hasnt been a sighting in years!" "This has to end!" He stormed out, slamming the door.
"God! I just! . . . Aaahh! . . ."
Ariel knew she had to act quickly -
"I will go with Rodrick, if we can go in 2 days" "why 2 days? He is assembling the men as we speak!" "You want me to be "involved" father? I will go in 2 days!" She left the room as quickly as she had entered, leaving king Lenair baffled and speechless. "You" he snapped his fingers "go tell my son to wait" "yes sire" - the attendant scurried out.
• • • • • • •
"Evil blight, be gone from sight - burn your soul with dawns first light"
• • • • • • •
The road to Silveron mountain lay just East of the kingdom, 26 miles as the raven fly's - 17 to Bareden hold, to the south. Ariel slipped out unseen, - Willow, a beautiful 3 year old black mare, every bit of 17 hands, was eager to run!
"Come on girl!" She clicked, - and off they raced into.the dark night.
• • • • • • •
The Dejuivere' were an ancient breed, mostly human. . . . Part . . . .something else. They are a peaceful race, or at least were - driven to fierce defense, driven into hiding. They were near extinct, and if King Lenair had his wish . . .
"Creatures!" Ariel mocked. "If you werent so blinded by fear father . . . "
Willow and Ariel flew through the night like a strong, steady wind. The road, though a long ride, especially at night, was fairly straight with an incline the last 3 miles or so. Ariel had secretly made this trip many times. Her mind drifted back to the last time she was with Zealia . . . "Heyah! Hurry Willow girl!, hurry!"
• • • • • • •
"You should not be here now Princess" he said in a slow, warning tone. Arms crossed, standing watch. "I must see her" she pleaded, still catching her breath.
Jwazzah did not like his daughter being friendly with the daughter of his sworn enemy - but he knew how Ariel felt, knew she was not evil like the rest of them.
"You should not have come on this night, . . . You have 1, maybe 2 hours at the most . . ." He stepped aside and held his hand out towards the entrance .
• • • • • • •
They locked into a tight embrace, "God I have missed you!" Her body felt so alive in that moment, as they held each other - almost magical. The energy between them was electric. . .
Zealia's tail began to swish - a tell she could not hide - "what is it my love?" Ariel whispered softly
"You should not have come tonight . . . . it is tonight" . . . she pulled back and looked deep into her eyes "the cycle, . . . it is tonight" .Zealia held out her arm to show her - it had already begun . . . . . Ariel's eyes fell . . . she had forgotten. . .
"I dont care! I need you!" Ariel pulled her close - "You must go" Zealia pleaded, "you will be in danger if you stay". "You are mine and I am yours, I am staying with you!" Ariel slipped out of her dress, and began to remove Zealia's cloak. "I cannot . . . You dont know . . . you might . . . " Ariel kissed her hard, "I need you!, im staying!"
Zealia let her cloak fall the rest of the way . . . .
Wednesday - 11:38pm
Joel's Juke'n Joint - 38th and Euclid. . .
"Another?" She asked, wiping down his area, again. "whens the last time that thing was washed" Jack thought to himself - leaning back "im good, thanks Shell, I gotta get goin". Her non-committal smile traced the room. The place was dead . . . . except for Jack.
Shelly felt bad for him, she truly did - she remembers him and Rebecca coming in on Thursday nights for wings, he was so happy then. Poor guy. "Hey Jack, we're havin a cook out Saturday, stop by" . . . "I might" He didnt look up from his empty "Ill see if I can get Michelle to come" she said in a teasing tone. Jack forced a smile "we'll see - thanks Shell . . . "
It was a warm night. Jack unconsciously made his way towards his apartment on 29th. It was normally hard for him to take the transition from the stagnant bar air, but tonight it was nice.
He always thought Shelly had a great ass, but he'd never go there - he's known her and Ronny, "what, 16 years now? . . . .no, 17 - damn!" His feet led the way as he pondered Michelle - "not bad I guess, just . . . " a white van turned the corner sharply and sped off a block in front of him.
Unusually quiet for this part of town on a warm night. Jack stopped at the corner and just listened to the light click - debating if he wanted to go home . . . .or over to get something to eat . . . .
He looked back down the street and noticed a white van - "same van?" Sitting on his side of the street with its parking lights on, about a block down. He decided to just head home - last time he ate at Martha's it gave him a stomach ache. He crossed over Euclid and kept going. "Excuse me" a womans voice called out - Jack looked back, the white van 30 feet behind him - now on this side. A head poked out the passenger side and said something inaudible - "what?" Jack put his hand behind his ear - the woman repeated . . . Jack looked up the street and back at the van - the woman was just looking at him. He took a step towards the van "I didnt hear what you said" - she repeated something inaudible once again. "Oh for fucks sake!" Jack muttered, and walked over. Before he could even react, the sliding door flew open and two figures dressed all in black grabbed him - a jolt of lightening crashed into his ribs and everything went dark. . . .
Conscious thoughts crept back in . . .
"My head hurts . . . "
He heard voices . . . .
Jack opened his eyes - opened them again . . . "I cant see! "
Panic quickly set in . . .
"What the fuck! . . . Why cant I . . . "
He struggled against the restraints - arms bound . . . legs bound - he shook his head violently side to side - "why cant I move!??"
He tried to call out. . . Something was preventing him . . . .
Suddenly the voices quieted down and he heard foot steps . . . .
coming towards him . . . .
High heels . . . . .
The footsteps came to a stop . . . .
beside him . . . .
A thud - something hit the floor, - and the room went silent . . . .
What does being collared mean to you?
How does it/would it make you feel?
"I woulda swore that was 3/8" Jack muttered to himself, digging for the 7/16" wrench . . .
"BOO!" - He shot straight up, banging his head on the hood . .."oh my god" princess covered her laughing with her hands "im sorry Daddy" she giggled - "what is it baby girl? I gotta get these brakes fixed, I need this truck tomorrow for the Nelson job" rubbing his head and checking for blood "I wanted to suprize you" "yeah, well, you did pumpkin, you did " he gruffed, leaning back under the hood - "your always busy!" Princess complained, heading back into the house. . .
"It makes no goddam sense the auto parts store is closed on Sunday!" Jack threw down his wrench, looking for one that wasnt stripped out. "Why cant they make these brake lines all one size!?"
He normally didnt mind working on his trucks, except when he needed it the next morning - and finally thought he had a day off. His phone rang " . . .yep, yes sir - I will be there at 8 sharp . . . . " "Jesus!" . . .
The sun was starting to get hot . ..
"Daaaaaddy . . ." "What pumpkin?" he barked from under the truck - "look what im w e a r r i n g g g " "I cant baby, I need to get this line back on" - "I put this on because I know its your favorite!" She pouted. Jack worked his way out from under the truck, hair a mess, grease and brake fluid covered his face and hands - "it looks very nice sweetheart - will you please get me something to drink?" Wiping his hands on the even greasier rag.
Princess turned without a word and went back into the house - slamming the front door. . .
Moments later . . .
"Shit!" Jack said, hearing the shattering glass - his mind trying to picture what just broke. He threw down his rag and headed towards the house . . . "What now!?" . . .
Another crash before he got to the door. Princess was standing at the sink, shards of dinnerware all over the floor. "What the fuck!? . .. " "I dropped them" . . . "you dropped them?? . . . " Jack glared at her. Princess gave a smug looked and turned towards the sink.
"Jesus christ! why does she always do this to me when I have the most shit to do!?" Jacks anger building as he headed back to his disabled truck. . . .
"CRASH!" another plate shattered . . .
"Ow! You're hurting me!" Princess whined as she stumbled behind - Jack marching her into the bedroom by her arm . ..
Without saying a word, he sat on the edge of the bed and effortlessly put Princess over his knee - dress up, panties down - he gave her a good hard spanking - greasy hands and all.
"You are not to leave this room until I tell you! -is that clear!?" She just looked up at him - tears welling in her eyes.
Jack went back to his work. He wasnt quite sure what he felt - frustrated, ashamed, turned on . . . "Maybe by dark!" He groaned, climbing back under the truck. He started to get aroused at the thought of his greasy hand prints on her white skin. . . "Later" he dismissed it.
After 25 minutes of wrestling the tubing, he finally got that line installed - on to the last one ...
"CRASH!" . . . .
"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" - his pulse quickly rising as he made his way to the house.
Princess once again was standing at the sink, head down, eyes looking up at him - more shards on the floor . . .
This time Jack pulled her along more quickly, a bit more rough . . . "Daddy! No! .. . " "ow! Your hurting my arm" . . . he threw her on the bed and went straight to the bureau.
Jack manhandled her out of her dress, panties and bra, and bent her over the foot of the bed. "You know goddam well! . . . " he scolded, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the cuffs into place . . . "I have shit I need to get done!" . . . He pushed her feet apart with his own and hooked the ankle cuffs to the eye hooks he installed last year.
Naked, bent over, legs spread wide - princess began to sob.
Jack pulled off his belt - ran his dirty hand roughly over her soft white skin - stepped back . . . and beat her.
Princess cried out as his belt lashed over and over - whipping - bright red welts "I am so sick . . ." His words in time "when I have stuff to do ... . "
"Im sorry Daddy - im sorry! ... " her pleading made him stop . . . .she wept into the matress. . .
Jack dropped the belt on the floor and stood behind her - against her. He could feel the heat through his pants. He ran his hands up her back - pulled her head up by her hair . . . "Say it again" . .. "im sorry Daddy" she whimpered - he realized at that point just how hard he was.
He slipped his pants down - she was hot . . . "again" he said - "im sorry Daddy, it wont happen again" his cock fully erect, aching. . . . "Again!" "Ill be a good girl Daddy, Im sorry . .. " he pushed himself into her - her heat inside matching . . . Jack pulled slowly back . . . Then in . . . Gliding easily . . .
He held her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her . . . .Wild . . . Aggressive . . . The headboard slamming against the wall . . .all his frustrations funneling into that moment . . . His bad girl! . . . .
Princess freely came as Jack pounded her . . . His driving rythm . . . His unrelenting rythm . . . Skin slapping against wet skin . . .
Jack let out a loud growling groan as he pulled back and exploded . . . His orgasm splashing over her back . . . .
A couple minutes later they were both collapsed on the bed, catching their breath . . .
"I have to get my truck done baby girl" he kissed her forehead . . . "You want iced tea or a beer Daddy?" .. . .
Fin ~
