Priest of Sanguine

GETTING TO KNOW YOU CHALLENGE
PART 2

1: Name someone who inspires you daily.

Mammaw

2: The most precious thing you've lost, not a person or pet.

I'm not very materialistic so I can't think of anything atm.  If I do, I'll edit.

3: what brings you the most joy

Watching Butterflies

4: Favourite season and why

Fall:  crisp air, leaves changing, and Halloween!

5: Tattoos, yes or no if yes favourite one

Yes, 3 so far:  Black Cali Lilly's on my forearm.  My daughter has the exact same tat on her shoulder only hers is White.

6: Most exciting thing you've done

Shoot out after a botched drive by attempt

7: Number one buck list thing

Spend a month in Japan

8: Strangest place for sex

Church loft while the sermon was going  unless only oral counts...

Orally in the back seat of my girlfriend's mom's car, while her mom was driving... and occasionally looking at me through the rearview mirror.   GF swallowed the evidence and kissed her mom, full on the lips when we got to our destination. 

9: One mistake you could rectify

Monogamous marriage... or going down on um.. a girl.. ut um.. a few hrs after Mexican food night... bot were rather traumatizing.

10: if you could pick the place of your death, where would it be

Fucking in a graveyard 

Today is my one day off from work and I'm waiting for my ^AngelBunny^ to finish up her work so we can spend some time together.  So while I stayed up till nearly 5:30a and slept till nearly noon, I'm sitting here in my bat cave (Aka: Basement) enjoying some of the small things in life.  A quality Cigar and a cup of dark coffee that I've spruced up with dark chocolate and Jim beam Red (black cherry).  For me, it doesn't take a $50 Sushi dinner with a pot of Saki to make me happy, content and loving life.  For me, a good cup of coffee, a decent quality cigar ($5-$8) that smokes slow and a person that I can "Feel" in my home to love...

Hope y'all are having a wonderful one, also.

Max.

Disclaimer: I'm 50yr old, analytical and poly, seeking our partner to fulfill our V or Triad.  The following is seeking information that perhaps can spark a new idea or approach for me.

There is many people on Cage I have respect for (even those who have me blocked lol) so I decided to ask your opinion and maybe glean from past experiences.  So:

I'm sure TMI (too much information) varies from person to person and myself personally would like to learn things in phases as I get to know a potential partner.

However, even despite my efforts and requests there is this overwhelming need to tell me everything because they FEEL I NEED to know.  However in this process of dumping out all the trash on my mental lawn, they completely fail to grasp that I don't need to know that stuff yet.  It sends up all kinds of flags to me and I'm sure that wasn't the intention.

Is it because I'm paying legitimate attention that its seen as I'm a psychologist or guardian of the heart?

What causes this need to tell when I have expressed no desire to hear or ability to do anything with?

For me this happens within a week or two and shortly thereafter (due to now feeling vulnerable most likely.) They want to argue or force a reaction that ends the possibility of relationship. 

Thus far I've had the longest amount of success stating:

"In time I may want to know all your past, but right now I just want to get to know the person who is before me so if I'm not specifically asking for details about your past please don't tell me.  Ok?" 

Usually they agree with no problem and some even express relief, yet BLAAAAAAH... There it is...

Any pointer on avoiding this?

Anybody want to own up to telling TMI and perhaps explain why you feel the need to tell so much?

The purpose of this blog is to learn.  Pool knowledge, share experience that may assist.

With that in mind, be respectful of others options, methods, or thoughts.

Thx,

Max

I lost the vast majority of reality and memory back in my teenage years so before age 16 a lot of what I know is what I've gathered from family and friends.  Some memories have returned though I'm not always sure they are real and not transposed from somewhere else.  So with that said, I'll answer to the best of my ability.
 

1. Favourite childhood toy: 

A large plastic starship based on Galactica 

2. Favourite album.

Sesame street monsters - (we was poor & to my memory it's the only album I ever owned.)

3. Favourite childhood TV show: 

Saturday morning cartoons.  Tom & Jerry, Loney tones.

4. First film at the cinema: 

I think it was Nightmare on Elm st.

5. First crush Celebrity and Personal: 

Angelina Jolie/Tom Selick, Not sure on the personal side Lori, Michelle or Karen.

6. Favourite animal: 

Bat

7. Favourite film: 

Underworld.  **? autocorrect**

8. First kiss who and where: 

Karen, in a clubhouse (pretty positive)

9. First real contact with the Kink world: 

Age 16- 17ish: Tygress, in the woods.  She taught me ropes and to be a slave/whore.

10. Only one person to be left on a Island with for a year, without any technology: 

Fluffy: Gabriel Iglesias... dudes Hysterical, and if we can't find food, well... he can't run fast and um...I like tacos... *licks lips with a sadistic smile.*????

The 5 things I don't like about myself:

1) My procrastinating nature... Why do today what can be put off till tomorrow! ?

2) My lack of empathy, compassion, or sympathy... Outside my personal ring, I rely heavily on my ^AngelBunny^ to let me know when to shut the fuck up and say/do nothing.

3) My current gut... I've put on 10lbs more but omg can the girl cook!

4) My ability to brood... like for weeks if left unchecked

5) My rage... Though chalk a lot of that up to beast, it's still something I have to fight with.

The 5 Things I like about myself:

1) My commitment... I'll try everything before giving up when I feel there is so much to be gained.

2) My logical and analytical brain... Most see problems where I see solutions.

3) My ability to adapt and overcome.

4) My self awareness... I know me. I have checks and balances to keep the better parts to the front, even it it means relying on somebody else to help.

5) My humor... Life's too damn short to be serious all the time.

**Note of recognition:

My ^AngelBunny^ is helping me through all of the top 5, whether she realizes it or not.  She's really an amazing woman though even she'll admit there are times when we need a third to help!  ??  What can I say? I can be a bit much at times. ???

So I read profiles, blogs and forums and the verbiage that continues to make me chuckle is "You have to earn my "x" " Submission, trust, love, blah blah blah.  I find it funny just because it's not well thought out.  Earn it:  How does one earn what is in your head to determine?  I earn pay from my job. They tell me what is expected, they equip me to do the job so that I might succeed in earning the pay per our agreement.  What is the guide lines for this earning that you so seek?  What is the correct mosh up of words that will successfully unlock this mystical box wherein you hold your "X"?  At what point does one not understand that first... this is on-line & as many of you know there are a LOT of fakers out there just wanting what they want, similar to doing what you are doing.  What is the time frame for this earned "X"?  Days, Weeks, Months, Years?  Why are you so vague with what you are offering?  How is the one looking at you supposed to know if YOU are right for them when you are effectively saying: You show me who you are while I hide who I am, but when I deem you worthy of my "X", I may not be the person you wanted in the first place. lol  Seems like it's a bit hypercritical and openly deceptive.  Yet the person vying for attention is suppose to jump through (Usually) a hell of a lot of hoops, just to find out that you're not what they are looking for and once they do, they no longer want in the relationship which makes them a "Monster" or "asshole"... Really?  They was open with you, they jumped through your hoops and you don't see wherein you are unintentionally setting them and yourself up for failure?

I'm a sadist. I'm primal.  I'm polyamorous seeking a Triad or V, 24/7 dynamic.  I'm 2 steps shy of nympho.  I don't cry.  I lack empathy, sympathy, and compassion.  I'm an asshole at times (for some of you this time is now lol).  I'm stable, I'm the safe harbor in chaos, I'm a Master.  I'm headstrong but willing to listen.  I have mood swings.  I have negatives and positives about myself that I'm more than willing to share.  At least I'm real about who I am, can you say the same?  The man you meet in me, on-line is the same one in person, today, yesterday and tomorrow.  Perhaps the reason why you tend to have repetitive cycles of "falling in love, crash and burn" is because you're unable to be real about who you are.  First to you, secondly to those poor fools who chase you.  Your insecurity, your instability, your inability to trust or hear, your unwillingness to open up because you don't want to be hurt... Is on you.  You're not Adam.  You're not Eve.  Nor am I.  We've all been hurt, some more than others, but the facts still remain... If you can't give it, nobody can ever Earn it.  It's up to you to open up and take that chance.  There is many many blogs on how to spot "predator's".  Be responsible for yourself and start being clear in what you mean.  If it's a hard no, it should stay consistently a hard no.  If its what you want, it should be consistently what you say, how you act, who you are.  Yes we are constantly changing, evolving and growing (hopefully), especially in a relationship but the core you should always remain consistent. 

And to lighten the mood... 

If this was all too offensive for you, blame ^Angelbunny^ She fell asleep while I was writing this and didn't get to proof it to "soften it up a bit." ??

G'morning Kinksters, 

I woke up in a funk that has been eating at me since yesterday, so I decided that I'd take y'all on the journey to finding my butterfly fields (my happy).  It's not that I'm angry or upset, I'm more perplexed / frustrated type of irritable mixed with confused as I stand at a crossroads fork, pondering what to do.  I hate feeling like I'm standing still, I hate waiting though I know patience is the key but much like most people, I like my instant gratification damn it!  Anyways, for you to see as I do you need to look through my eyes which can be a bit... strange to understand but all I ask is that you roll with it and hopefully I can write it out in such a way that it plays out like a psycho sci-fi draped in medieval-post apocalyptical land scaping. (yes, I know... welcome to my world.)

Upon the dried plains of a barren landscape the figure of a man, draped in a ragged and dust covered cloak, stands at the cross road looking down each path as though he's unsure which of the worn path to take.  A mild wind blows up the parched earth and causes his cloak to billow out as he takes in the barren landscape, pondering, while taking in a slow long pull of his cigar that never seems to burn down further than the half of which is left between his fingers.  He's dressed in old leathers that have seen far better days, wearing goggles with dark tint as though the sunlight wherein he finds himself upon this land of givvafuks, would burn through the back of his skull had he not had them.  He snorts and grumbles his discontent, "I hate this place..." He says to an unseen presence that he feels more than sees.  "Nothing, nowhere..." He grumbles on when his unseen partner choses to stay silent.  Glancing over his shoulder he reaffirms himself that the path is correct, and that the ghostly thin red line hasn't altered course somewhere, but has brought him here.  He gives a deep, irritated growl.  "Fine." He snarls out as his eyes come back to the fork wherein the line ceases to move forward for him to follow.  Unceremoniously he drops into a crossed legged position, letting his body take the pain of the impact as it lands on sunbaked earth.  Pain is life, both are temporary but if you feel one, the other is close at hand... its when you feel nothing, that life loses meaning to the point of wondering if one is truly alive at all.  He takes one more drag from his smoke before flicking it into the air wherein it simply vanishes as he slowly exhales the delicious flavors from between his lips and closes his eyes while placing his hands palms up in a meditation form, upon his knees.  Behind his lids he watches as the forks before him seem to spring into life and fast-forward with almost blurring speed as they open up to all the foreseeable events and paths that may present themselves if he chose to follow that particular path.  Like a tree the paths branched out, growing ever broader till his mind struggled to keep focus with all the choices, options, fall out, benefits of each path.  Time moved differently here so how long he stayed there may have been minutes, hours or weeks but finally unable to hold the visions together they began to smash into one another, twisting and straining like vines trying to reach the forest canopy.  With a feeling of a strong impacting force happening around him, he opens his eyes, bringing the vision to its end, with no more conclusion on which of the forks to take than he had originally started with. 

The darkness of the forest that had fallen from the sky to form around him and change his landscape, enveloped him, filling his ears with the sounds of night.  "About damn time." He says to his unseen partner.  He takes in a deep breath of relief, enjoying the smells of the dead leaf forest floors, the earthen tones of damp woods and mushrooms before pushing his goggles up to his forehead, revealing orbs of hazel, yellow, blue and green swirling eyes who's pattern seemed to slow till they found which color best set his mood.  Blinking his hazel eyes of numb indecision he leaned his weight onto one fist he slowly rose to his feet.  Here, he didn't need the ghostly red line to lead him.  All paths go to the Elder Tree and it's pull on him was like a soft set of fingers beckoning him to come forth and hear it's wisdom.  He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, that formed as his hand moved to it's comforting pommel.  The forest may feel like home but it was never a safe place for the unwary traveler.  He scanned the trees and area around him, knowing that unseen eyes were watching him, waiting for the right moment or opportunity to pounce and devour him.  "Morning..." He said to those he could not see, as his hand reached up to tap the rim of his cloak.  A few steps towards the middle of the forest wherein the Elder Tree grows and the movement of a small white rabbit catches his attention as it hops onto the path before him.  She glances back with abnormally long lashes for a rabbit and winks before giving a light squeak as she begins to hop before him, staying two strides before him.  "Did you sleep well, my beautiful Bunny?" 

"Yes, Master." The bunnies lovely soft voice caresses through his mind. "Beast keeps eye over my burrow and shadows my every movement, just as you promised he would."

"Good." he says as he continues to make his way through the forest, drawing ever closer to the Elder Tree.  He watches his bunny, hop on, most likely aware that he was staring at her rump as she wiggles her tail and cast a shy look back at him.  In the trees around them and along the path a song plays as though reading his thoughts:

Night and Day

As the song ends:  "I'm sorry about last night." Bunny said, as her soft little furry body begins to quake and grow, fur giving way to form around flesh as she morphed into a humanoid body.  Only the bunny tail stayed in place as the rest of her fur outline the accents of her body from rabbit feet to human knees, up to the delicate human hair.  Her long bunny ears twitched as she turned, covering her breast with her arms and taking hold of the charm attached to the thick collar around her neck.  Her head bowed slightly, and her eyes cast down from sorrow and concern. "I let my anxiety get the best of me..."

He stops to take her into his embrace and kisses the spot between her ears. "I don't understand, my Slave." He says soft but sternly.

"I know..." She says and starts into an explanation of what it's like to live with anxiety.

"Stop, Bunny.  I don't need you to explain anxiety.  I've live with it, TR had it, I know about what it's like.  You are not understanding my conflict, hence we have come here to seek advise from the Elder Tree." He places her at arms length, letting his hand slide down her arm and gently take her hand before stepping around her and leading her on.  Together they walked in silence till they came to the mushroom ring that precedes the Elder Tree, who's branches encompass a broad area of land, leaving it to stand tall and strongest among the forest.  As they reached the center of the large ring of Fairy Mushroom, Bunny dropped to he knees, squeezing his hand tight in hopes that he would stop.  She had learned to trust her master's word, for in the past she would have worried that he would drag her out of the ring without mercy or concern but now... She knew this was the place of free conversation and he would respect it if she done what was required to invoke the rights.

"I wish to know, Master" She said, pulling her hair to the side as she bared her neck to him.  He kept her hand as he turned to gaze with admiration at her prone form, submitted in trusting vulnerability to him.

"What do you wish to know, my Slave?" He asked, acknowledging the rights claimed by her actions.

"You push me to grow, more than anybody I've ever known and because of this... I wish to know why you are so conflicted." She asked, being as direct as possible.  He squeezed her hand reassuringly before letting her hand go and sighing heavy.  His hand reached out to the side and plucked his half smoked cigar from the nothingness that it had evaporated into.  Like in the western movies of old, he snapped his thumb over the matchstick that formed from nowhere in his other hand but lit none the less as though being drawn across a striker.  Taking a draw from his smoke, he began to explain in the best way that he could, on how her timing of releasing her anxiety combined with the topic, right after time of giving her great pleasure was ill thought and unwarranted.  It was undermining of the action, demeaning of its value and placing things in an unacceptable order of values.  While they conversed, shadows slide across the distance from the edge of the forest to gather and form into shadowy creatures at the edge of the ring, hissing distractions and decent at the two but neither broke the focus from the other and in moments of the creatures forming, claws and fangs descended upon them in destructive force, rending them mercilessly as Beast forced them back into the forest of doubt and unknown fear.  When the two had finished their conversation, he looked upon her with pride.  How this little Bunny challenged him to grow also, she may never be fully aware but every victory they come to cause him to desire her all the more... and the mushrooms began to sing:

I got a Woman

The sky that was once dark, lightened into an overcast and the area between the Fairy Ring and Elder Tree seem to spring to life as flowers grew and butterflies began to flutter from one to the next.  He stretched out his hand to her and she slipped hers into his, to be risen up off the ground and pulled into a kiss.

"I love you, Bunny." He said, laying his forehead to hers.

"I love you, Masters." She said, giving a side glance as the Beast who winked back and grinned with the glee that only comes to him when he's been able to kill... anything.  He rubbed his knuckles between his leather and scaly pecks, giving her a grunt, then repeated the action over where his dark heart was told to be.   Together they exited the ring and the three made their way towards Elder Tree with Bunny leading the way as he had ushered her to do so.  He looked at Beast, then back at her swaying ass that jiggled ever so slightly with every step and the flowers began to sing: 

Juicy Wiggle

As they approached the trunk of the Elder tree, the three touched its rough bark and paused a moment to give thanks before He and Beast looked at Bunny with an obvious need to be sated... 

Turn down for what

In but a moment of blissful reaffirmation, the Forest shimmered, the barren plains wherein he had sat at a fork gave way to fields of life, and the ghostly red line shot off in the direction to take.  Her hand in his, the three began down the new path wherein she walked in the brightness of day, Beast in the darkness of night, and Max in the overcast of the in-between.

Thank you for taking this journey with me, and if you couldn't tell, the situation that I start out with in this blog has be rectified during it's creation.  So umm... you may wanna go take a shower, it was a bit messy... ut um. ??

Max

When I'm in a great mood: I know just about every lyric and often sing this while bouncing around stupidity ?

Feeling naughty and Angelbunny doesn't know what's in store for her, cuz all beast and I can see in my mind, smell, taste...?

Hungry

Dealing with Management and co-workers that are truly pushing that last nerve

Beast is upset and coming out to deal with it

My all time favorite when watching a sunset

Most everyday mood song because I choose

Yes, I'm quite moody and they swing around in chaos but for the most part, the first and last song is my over all mood. I like happy.  it feels great!

Hope ya enjoyed!  Oh, if you ever are around and you hear me listening to Fur elise... Back away slowly, he's hungry.  lol

The night was dreary with the threat of storms on the horizon as the lightening flashed in the distance.  Her short heels clicked on the pavement as she tried to quickly get just two blocks over to where the next night club was located.  This was a stupid route to take but her girl friends had already went on while she talked to yet another loser looking for a quick screw. 

"Men..." She muttered out loud, picking up the pace a bit as she cast a glance backwards from the sound of foot falls following her. 

"You got to be fucking kidding me." Her hand went into the small purse she carried and clasp around the can of pepper spray.  If that dickweed thought that following her would get him lucky, he had another thing coming!  Returning to look where she was going she started spying out places to defend herself just as her father had taught her back in the mountains that she'd left soon as she was legal.  She loved the city life with all of it's lights and splendor even if she had to deal with stupid fucks now and then.  The sounds from behind began to speed up and she silently cursed her choice of heels to go out dancing in.  Sure they wasn't those hooker boots but all the same three inches made it difficult to run and if she made a burst for it, she might just make it to the street she was heading to... Just another block, it's not that far, she encouraged herself as her pace quickened to match the ones behind her.

"HEY LADY!" Came the male voice from behind her, causing her to cast another glance back just as he broke into a run straight for her.  Something glinted in the flash of lightening, but everything in her screamed RUN!  His hand was high, it could be a knife, it probably was a knife, oh gawd, she didn't want to die for turning this ass hat down.  Pulling the can of pepper spray out she turned to face her advisory and held it out like a gun in both hands.

"GO AWAY OR l'LL USE THIS!" She warned as she kept slowly backing towards the street she was determined to get to. 

"NO, YOU MUST LISTEN!" He shouted back closing the gap between them quickly.  She pulled the trigger and the line of spray issued out like cobra's venom, seeking his eyes but he'd used his black dress jacket to block the searing liquid from doing its job.  Her hand smarted as he smacked the can  and slammed into her, knocking them both to the ground where he rolled with her until he was able to forcibly straddling her and stop her clawing at him. "STOP IT!" He growled at her, just before flying off into the wall with a hard thud.

"Not this time..." Came the smooth voice of another male, as he stepped over her and walked calmly to the man now laying against the wall, dazed and mumbling as his hand fished around for his weapon on the pavement.  Another flash of lightening was just enough for her to make out the mans eyes as they widened and his free hand pushed forward to stem off the new males reaching hands... but to no avail.  This one seemed to know what he was doing as he expertly blocked her assailants hands and quickly stepped in to take him around the throat and lift him to his feet.

"Too late old man, you failed." The smooth voice said so quietly that she almost missed it as she sat up on her hands, heart racing like a rabbit in her chest.  With a hard uppercut, her attackers head shot upward and just as quickly slammed downward as her new found guardians fist came back like a hammer.  The jerks body went limp and her guardian lowered him to the ground into a sitting position while he reached into his own black dress jacket pocket and pulled out his cell phone to type in a few numbers.  He looked at her and smiled comfortingly as he held up a finger to silently ask for a minute.  "Yeah, Pete... I think I found your guy." A few seconds of exchanged words along with the location was all that was said before he hung up and turned his full attention to her.  Taking just the couple strides to her side he reached down a helping hand as she'd been busy seeing if she could get the heel to reattach to the shoe.

"Bastard broke my heels." She said as she gladly accepted the hand up.  His arms were strong beneath his simi formal jacket sleeve as he hefted her up to her feet with little effort. "Oh!" She squeaked and teetered at the suddenness of his lift, before beginning to giggle. 

"Are you ok?" His smooth baritone voice asked in her ear as he steadied her.  He was quicker than his large frame belied about him and she suddenly found that he had moved behind her to hold her upright between the hand that held hers and the other arm firmly around her torso.  His body was like leaning against a flesh wall but his touch was gentle, telling her that she could step out of his arm at any given moment.  A small flush of heat shot up through her before she caught herself and blushed in the darkness.  Pushing out of his arms, he let her go yet still held to her hand comfortingly.  A flash of light and her eyes caught in his... such a lovely hue of green she thought as she took the moment to reflect on the strong face she'd caught the glimpse of.  

"I... I think so..." She said hesitantly.

"Can I walk with you to where ever it was you were headed?" He looked from her to the street not even twenty yards behind them. 

"Tha... That  would be fantastic." She sighed with relief, finally letting all the stress of the assault out and trying to fight off the case of giggles she could feel coming on.  "Thank you, so much." She said, letting go of his hand and brushing her fingers through her hair before quickly trying to straighten her clothing.  "That asshole..." She went to look at the man against the wall but this man in black caught her chin delicately in his fingers and encouraged her not to do so.

"Don't... my lady.  He's not worth your time." His eyes seemed to blink a bright green but then again, with all the excitement and storm approaching she was probably just a bit confused still.  Following his lead she let him wrap his strong arm around her and escort her down the remaining of the alley way, providing much needed support with her broken heel.  As they rounded the corner, she couldn't help herself and glanced back where the man would be sitting as yet another set of lightening shot across the night sky with a roll of thunder.  The drops of rain began to fall in sheets, hindering seeing anything of certainty but the glint caught her eye once again.  Funny how the handle and guard of a dagger looks so much like a cross, she thought as she gladly ducked beneath the outstretched jacket of her guardian.  They didn't quite make it to the club as he dashed them into the cubby of old fashion Victorian clothing store, over hanging awning and all.

"When it rains..." She chuckled as he withdrew his jacket and shook it off, pelting the large bay windows with the droplets.  Hooooly shit... she thought as she devoured his large muscled frame that his shirt strained to conceal.  Swallowing hard she looked back up to his face, now realizing that he was so much taller than herself, especially without the heels and his gaze caught hers once again.  As if on cue, he smiled just wide enough to see his pearly whites.  Her body flushed and she suddenly felt nervous for no reason. "I.. Uh..." She began and glanced through the edges of the bay windows towards where the club would be located further down the street. "I was going to Bangers..." She half motioned to the general location.  He looked and nodded with understanding.

"The night club, down the road." He stated, knowingly.  Holding his jacket up to use as an umbrella over his head, he invited her in, spreading it like a giant bat wing to keep her dry. "I know where it is." His accent was a little different from those in this city but not overly noticeable.

"No, No..." She motioned to her shoe. "It's pointless.  Let me just call my girls and I'll get an Uber to come pick me up, K?" She stated while digging into her purse.  He dropped the jacket back down and drooped it over his corded forearm which she couldn't help but notice and bit her lip lightly as her hand slowed in clasping her phone.

"Not to alarm you or anything but if you like..." His hand fished his pocket and withdrew his keys. "I could drive us." He perked a perfect brow.  "But I completely understand if you would rather take the Uber.  I'll just wait here with you if that be the case." If it was anybody else making such an offer, she'd be calling him a creeper and storming off into the rain but this man... wow... what a beast of a man...

"Oh..." She began to giggle as he notices her roaming eyes that had strayed a bit lower than they should have. "Um.." Blushing again, she pulled her phone out. "Let me at least call my girls so they don't worry about me." She pressed the speed dial and looked up into his swirling green eyes... for a moment her breath caught but the familiar voice of her bestie come across the phone, snapping her out of the gaze.

"Girlfriend, where you at?" Jacklynn asked impatiently.  "That man meat got you distracted?" Followed by the laughter of the rest of the group.

"Kinda." She purred, letting them think what they will.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Jacklynn teased.

"Whore, you do it all." She teased back, looking up at the man who stifled his own chuckle. 

"Exactly." Laughter again from across the line. "Call me in the morning so I know you made it home... or at least, still safe. K?" Jacklynn asked.

"Will due.  Good luck and tell them sluts that they'll never believe what I'm about to go home with." She teased back, turning off the phone and breaking off the questions that would surly have followed.  "There." She looked up at the man with a smile of renewing confidence. "How far to your car?"  With a click of his key fob, a chirp and set of light shown down the road in the opposite direction of the club.  Just as she thought, he had been most likely heading to the club when he'd heard the commotion in the ally and come to her rescue.  This made her smile all the more and with a slight twisting of her hips she stepped up into her good heel and flung her arms almost around his neck.  The kiss that met her lips was one of passionate desire, not exactly what she'd expected but with such passion she found herself melting into his arms as he leaned her slightly back with the kiss.  Was that thunder rolling or was he growling? Her hand touched to his rock hard peck and sure enough there was a vibration coming through that stimulated her to the core.  Losing her sense of caution, her other hand slid down his abs, over his belt and oh... Her eyes opened as she took a step back out of his arms, breaking the moment.  For surely that wasn't his cock?!  Innocently like he opened his arms, palms up, showing he had no intention of overstepping if she chose to discontinue.

"My lady?" He asked smoothly with his baritone voice, dipping his head slightly to try to pry her eyes off his rather well endowment.

"Lady?" She asked with a sultry whisper, stepping forward and running her hand down the massive cord beneath his dress pants. "Let me repay you for saving your "Ladies" life..." She teased as she undid his buckle and let loose the snap barely holding back his cock.  He glanced back only once, towards the streets but even if somebody was standing across the road, they most likely couldn't see due to his sheer size let alone the sheet of rain.  His attention was immediately returned to her as the warmth of her hands was quickly followed by the wet heat of her mouth, slightly raking her teeth over the head.  His moans of pleasure was all she was looking for as she slowly took her time trying to force all his girth into her small mouth.  Even when she'd slicked and stroked and become impassioned into her oral fixation she found she was gagging at only half his length.  His hands firmly clasp the back of her head, taking her hair up into a long black tail that he held to like a horses reigns.  Again and again she tried to go just a bit further but each time she found herself needing to stop due to the size.  He was so controlled, she thought as she could feel his muscles tense with want to thrust, what lies beneath that control?  she toyed for only the briefest of moments as she forced him further into her throat and there... there he held her for just long enough to start the tears.  Releasing her from the hold but keeping his hands firmly in her hair she quickly backed off, breathing deeply as she coughed and looked up at him with tears starting to stream down her cheeks.  She wiped her mouth in irritated resolve, grabbed his cock and plunged it just as quickly back down her throat till the need to breath became desperate but his hands held her firm.  As if they already had a code worked out between each other she tapped his thighs twice and he released her from his cock, pulling her up off the ground by the hair of the head.  She gasped for air, holding tightly to the wrist of the his hand that was suspending her onto her tiptoes.  She was glad she didn't wear her favorite panties beneath her knee high skirt, as his hand shot up under it and his fingers clapped around the moisture gathered between her thighs.  A ripping jerk, a pull and down they fell to her knees where she quickly did a wiggling squirm to usher them on to her heels.  Her foot no sooner left the nearly broken loop and she was hefted upward by a strong hand on her ass in tangent with the one in her hair.  Just enough pain to stimulate her on, as she clasped her knees around his waist and felt his member pulse at the edge of her entry.  She couldn't help but gasp and take a deep shuttering breath as he pushed in, stretching her further than she'd ever been before.  Immediately her hands snaked around his neck as his held her firmly to himself while supporting her from the cushion of her ass.  It was painfully deep when he stopped the downward motion and began to lift, drop her in a slow but building rhythm.  She could taste the blood of her lip that she'd bit through trying not to scream from the pleasure pain but she couldn't hide it as she squeak moaned.  Her modest sized breast squished against his chest as he caused the nipples to rake up and down his body through her light and flimsy bra.  She wanted to much all at the same time, and he seemed to sense it as his thrust became more pointed, driving against the wall wherein it no longer hurt but sent waves of pleasure racing throughout her body.  If it was possible to feel her doing so, her vaginal walls clutched tighter to his cock as she felt the urgent need to release but... he was... just... so... With a harsh thrust and pull, he lifted her off just as she released in such a manner that she could do little to stop herself as she bit into his chest and gushed all down his slacks.  Her body racked with release as the tips of his fingers found the entry to her slick from behind and relentlessly he urged her for more while lifting her up higher till her shoulder bumped against his mouth.  Had he not been holding her, she'd fallen backwards onto the ground but instead her head lollied back and through eyes barely slit open of complete bliss she noticed to late... His fangs had extended and quick as a viper thrust into her shoulder close to the neck.  The pain was intense, causing her to dig her nails into his neck but just as quickly a warmth flooded her senses, causing her to slowly go slack in his arms.  As the flashes of lightening started to fade to black, images come into her mind of the ally way... The Cross that had laid just out of reach of the man... The black garbs of a priest... "Too late" rung the baritone voice through the last conscious thoughts.

The end?

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G'morning Kinsters!

There is few things I hate more than sleeping, but there is perks to sleeping.  My ^Angelbunny^ waking me up from a very late night...like, 7-8am-ish when I finally collapsed into bed this morning... So here's just some of the things I've come to find that I really do love about waking up:

1) Waking up before her and seeing her laying there, little cat nap eye mask to block her sight out, while a lil line of drool runs over my very aching arm of which I'm refusing to extract because I might wake her from where she's all snuggled up in me...

2) Waking up to her waking up.  When she slides that mask up and them peepers glisten at me followed by that small smile that slides on her face as she looks back at me. "Good morning, Master" she says ever so shyly...  I salivate like a wolf looking at a flock of unprotected sheep.

3) Waking up to her bowed ever so slightly at the side of my elevated four post, canopy bed (geared with suspension rigging), holding a hot cup of coffee.  Her jammies down around her ankles and a spoon for me to gather up some um... "honey, creamer" from her honey pot ?? for me to mix into my coffee... mmmmmmmm sooo fuck'n good.

But this morning she come into the room... slides back the sheets and proceeded to wake me up to her tongue dancing up and over the tip of my naughty parts, thus causing me to instantly flare into a blaring heat storm of lust as I lay there, trying my damnedest not to thrust myself so hard the tip seeks her bellybutton... ooo no, no, no.  That would be a crime... she's doing this slow, slobbering, adoring and loving what she's doing to me, thing and I'm nearly hovering off the bed with energy from where's she's stoking my nempho infused desires.  The Sadist in me wants... longs... BEGS to wreck that lil thing's body, make her scream and cry as I take her like the demon beast that I am... and in the not to distant past, I most likely would have.  I know I'm rough.  I know I'm not the best person to be around due to my huge amounts of "unacceptable" that comes with being a sadist.  It's really is hard for me to find a reason to NOT be me some days, especially if I can't find my happy... but when I wake up like this... PLUS she has brought me my coffee that fills the room with the background fragrance of them beautiful beans... It reminds me of why I fight everyday to be human.

Hence, I'm giddy as fuck, dancing around bouncing and singing this: 

*Sips his coffee flavored with her "Honey creamer" from off the cock. Grinning ear to ear.*

Have a wonderful day, I sure the fuck am!

(Love you Angelbunny! ??, my gawd do you taste so fuck'n good!)