November came and gone - My NaNoWriMo experience

During the last month I entered a literary movement called NaNoWriMo.
This movement consists in challenging you to write a novel with 50,000 words during the month of November. It can be in any genre you wish, so you can easily select a theme that you feel comfortable with.

Much to my own fault and some sickness on the way I failed to accomplish the goal and ended only with 37,700 words.

However it was really important for me to have this experience, the challenge, the way the organisation keeps sending you pep-talks and helping you to thrive and not to lose hope that you will be able to accomplish that word count is really important. They focus on keeping you motivated and that by the simple fact that you tried, succeeding or not, you are already a winner.

I did it to prove myself that I could do it and although I didn't, it allowed me to learn and recognise my faults as a writer. It showed me what I need to improve, mainly it showed me that I would have reached that word count easily if I had sat in front of my laptop everyday during November...

NaNoWriMo is a program  from The Office of Letters and Light, they are a non-profit organization that besides the one I entered also organises The Young Writers program (also in November) and Script Frenzy (April).

I find it amazing that these type of initiatives exist and bet on stimulating creativity on people.
The below is taken from their website, so that you can get a good grasp at what they are aiming.
I have added a couple of related links below where you can find more information about their programs.

I know I am participating again in 2012, are you? And next time I will be a "real" winner too!

"We believe in ambitious acts of the imagination.

The Office of Letters and Light organizes events where children and adults find the inspiration, encouragement, and structure they need to achieve their creative potential. Our programs are web-enabled challenges with vibrant real-world components, designed to foster self-expression while building community on local and global levels."

http://www.lettersandlight.org

http://www.nanowrimo.org

http://ywp.nanowrimo.org

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org

Sofia

What Hides in the Dark - Darkness

Brenda woke up inside the wrecked car, the glass from the broken car window was everywhere along with the stuffing from the car seats.
It took her a moment to recall where she was and what had happened... Bruce.

The creature.... She thought and tried not make a sound as much as possible.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her first urge was to scream for help but it was still dark and she had no way of knowing if the creature still wondered close by to the car.

She remembered how the glass shattered, the creature was coming straight at her but it left her there.
Why?
 

 

She took a deep breath and started to raise herself as quietly as possible. The rustling of the broken glass over her making her hold her breath at each inch that she lowered her body. Everything around her was deadly silent, she feared for her brother and she needed to find him. 

"He may be dead... He may be dead." She began muttering. She peeked over the shattered window and saw nothing but the creapy woods and the marks left by Bruce'shands trying not be dragged away. She began shaking incontrollably and panic started to take over her at each passing second. 

A sound came from the woods breaking the silence of the night, an animalistic growl.

She started to struggle with the safety belt and with shaky hands she released it. 

She tried to open the door but it refused to give in, she heard the rustling of something moving and again the horrifying sound. 

She raised herself from the bench and started to slide herself out of the car through the broken window. 

"Shit..." she muttered as she cut herself  on the sharp edges of the window, the smell of blood overwhelmed her and she realized the consequences of her cut as the howl started to approach her. 

She tried to run back the way her and brother had driven from, but everything was pitch black. She struggled not to look back as she ran, her body fighting to keep conscient, her legs moving on pure survival instinct. 

Then she heard it and looked back... She screamed and almost lost her balance as she turned her back on the now pursuing creature. No, no, no.... Please...

"Someone help me, please!" She yelled but no lights but the one of moon were around, she sensed it coming close and strength beginning to faulter. 

On that moment she realized she was going to die.

She tripped and feel hard on the floor, digging the glass pieces deeper into her hands and legs. She cried, staining her clothes with the bloodied tears running down her face.  She turned herself on the floor to face the creature and watched with anhorrified expression as the creature gave the final jump in her direction. 

"Noooooooo!"

A gun shot sounded from behind her and then... Darkness.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 6

I have to get home...
To...To... catch him... No excuses this time.

Gabriela felt it. She felt it in her core that something had changed, that he wasn't the same.
The late hours, the scents, the dodgy phone calls he picked up only in another room and now she knew she was there...
She entered as quietly as possible into the house and approached the semi-closed bedroom door and looked inside.
There he is between her legs...
She felt her anger stir inside of her, but something held her back from entering, from confronting them.
 Instead, she stood there and watched. Without even noticing, Gabriela instinctively slid her fingers down while watching them, unconsciously, and touched her core.

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Eating her felt so good, she was so willing and fresh.
She moaned loudly "Ah fuck... so good..." she lowered her hands to my head and grabbed my hair, pushing me more... moving against my face.

Gabriela used to be like that...  

I licked her tight hole quickly and in circles before diving my tongue deep into her core and savour her flavour.

"God I missed this pussy." Oh yes, she was good before I married Gabi and then even better.
"Mmm Stephen..."

She moaned my name and I felt her breath go faster, the feel of my tongue worked on her pussy, making her want more, driving her wild.

"Let me have you... Please..."
"Let you have me? How?"

She moaned louder pushing me against her dripping wet pussy, making my member twitch then and now as I remember it.

"I want your cock...Fuck my mouth with your cock..."

I grinned to her request and continued to lick her bottom.

"If you want to suck my cock just ask for it."
"Let me suck you... Please... give it to me...Stephen."

I waitted and then sat back confirtably and smiled at her. I called her with a simple nod

"It's yours babe."

She pushed me on further on my back and placed herself between my legs, I watched her lick her lips and then her palm before grabing the base of my sex. She started stroking its base while the the tip of her tongue begun caressing the head, her tongue tracing my slit and then moved back to tease the frenulum.
The feeling of her pressing her tongue there made me shiver and curse loudly.
She continued to lick over my hard cock, tracing its contours, tasting the flavour of my escaping pre-cum.

Oh God... Yes...

She lowered her head further and took me whole in her mouth, moving up and down, sucking on me and it felt like bliss. That was when I noticed the almost closed door and the big green eyes watching Sarah and me on our bed.
Confusion ran through my mind, I wanted to warn Sarah, wanted her to stop because my wife was at the door but something wasn't right.

She has been watching... But she said nothing...

I swallowed as I saw her opening the door a bit further.

She knows I've seen her but... Oh  Ohh...

Gabriela's skirt was up and her fingers touching her clitoris and rubbing down her labia and she wanted me to know, she wanted me to see.
The high that brought me was overwhelming and I came more of my wife's little show than of Sarah's dirty mouth...

Bits and Pieces - Untitled

You speak...
You cry...
You scream...
Whines and complaints that don't have an effect

You ask...
You demand...
You beg...

Forgiveness and acceptance that will not favour you

You dream...
You hope...
You wait...

Understanding and trust that are beyond your reach

You despair...
You expect...
You resign...

For nothing is what you believed and the world is a closed nut shell
Its inside nothing but the memory of fruit
Dry and rotten
Succumbed to its own faults.


Sofia P.

Bits and Pieces - The Love of a Vampire

I can feel your presence
Your hot breath on my neck
My senses are heightened
You reach out to me
Wanting me to come to you
I open to you completely
Suddenly I am there in your arms
The feeling is so intense
Our eyes speak to each other
Our hearts beat in time
Our minds merge and we are one
I feel your tongue on my neck
Then exquisite pain
In an instant we are connected
Bonded for all eternity
Never to be parted
The miles cannot separate us-nothing can .

Another challenge...

I'm a sucker for a good challenge...
My good friend Hyperboreas used as inspiration a Jenna Marbles video for a new list or a new challenge, like I like to call it.
Soon enough came the dare. Following up on Jenna's queue, it seems to be some how liberating.

So this challenge is: People I'd fuck.
So below I will add a random list stating just that and the order will be random. On the bottom I will also add the video that lead up to this. I must say that Jenna Marbles' Video blog is one of the few that I actually follow, because the girl is as insane as hilarious.

So, people I'd fuck are:

Vin Diesel (Whisper on my ear... pretty please?)

David Boreanaz (When he was in "Buffy")

Alexander Skarsgård (but only as the mean Eric Northman on True Blood)

 Monica Belluci (From one of Dracula's brides to Persephone on "Matrix Reloaded" or even Cleopatra in "Asterix and Obelix", this woman is one of sexiest ever)

Zero from Vampire Knight (because he needs someone to love him back)

Fred Durst (At the time of the release of "Significant Other". You got to love those eyes and the bad-ass attitude.)

Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick) I like them bad, go figure... I'll be your Blair...

Cam Gigandet (The man that wears eye-liner in "Burlesque" and still no thoughts of homosexuality cross your mind)

 The best for last....

Joe Manganiello (First time I choose a Were over a Vamp...)

And finally... Jason Momoa in "Game of Thrones", "Stargate Atlantis", "Baywatch Hawai", "Conan" or as himself *sigh*

Challenge completed.
Below video from Jenna Marbles.

See you soon.

Sofia
xoxo

Comments

Hello there everyone!

For some time now I had the comments being moderated and recently I have removed that option again.
I accept all comments that you decide to post as long as they relate to your thoughts on my little stories, their quality, writing style, imagination...

I started to moderate because some anonymous users began to post comments related to the effects of my Longings and Loathings category have upon themselves. I appreciate the feedback but I find that irrelevant...

Don't misunderstand, I am glad that it sounds real enough to cause them but please do not share them with everyone who reads my stories.

I respect everyone's freedom of speech but there are ways to do things in a more subtle way.

Thank you
Yours truly

Sofia

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 5

The day she was waiting for was finally there and all the events she had to put herself up against seemed small compared to what was ahead of her that night.
The challenges, the dares, the revealing wet t-shirt contests and car-washes led to that day, the day she would be accepted at Delta Kappa Gama.

Christine was just as nervous as Karoline but her whole poise was flawless, they knew that after that night a life of success, fame and fortune would fill them.
"Let me adjust that make-up Karoline. How are you supposed to entertain our patrons with a smudged face?" Christine smiled and pressed the soft brush against her friend's face gently.

"I'm sorry but I can't help but to be nervous. We have worked very hard for this..."
"What are you afraid of?" She let her hand trail Karoline's chin line holding it up slightly to press her lips against hers softly. "You know they are all high-society and perfect gentlemen..." she purred "At least in the lounge and ballroom..." she slid her fingers inside Karoline's cleavage and touched her soft breast while moving her mouth to whisper on her hear "It's when they request time alone with you that you should be afraid...".

Karoline stood up and moved away from Christine, stopping in front of her boudouir table, watching Christine through the reflection of the mirror, moving to a velvet chaise-longue.
"I know the price to pay, but surely some of us will enjoy it more than others..." her green eyes darkening with the anticipating fear that seemed to overcome her by the hour.

"Innocent Karol, in the end we will all enjoy it"

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The room was beautifully, crimson colours dominated the ambiance and the glasses displayed on the many tables throughout the room.
Men sat at those tables, two per table, each one of them with larger opulence than the other. The girls who pledged themselves to the Sorority should prove themselves in this event. They all knew what meant to be accepted but some where not prepared for the cost.

The girls waited in another room to be called once the auction was over. Each of them assigned according to the one who bid the most for her, her future patron.
Once the list was completed, the gentlemen moved to a triangular room to receive their prize. The girls entered in line, forming a perfect triangle to match the room.

Christine winked at Karoline while moving to her patron, once she reached him, he slid his hands inside of her dress and into her labia. She laughed at Karol's disgusted expression.

Not before long the room was filled with stifled cries and moans from some of the pledges, growls and groans from the patrons.

"My dear, won't you stand for me?" the man asked Karoline gently and she did as told. She moved to face him shyly.

He rose her dress and pressed his face against her body, kissing her gently before ripping the lace panties that covered her slit. He pushed her legs further apart making her legs tremble with anticipation. Her clit was already throbbing and as he spread her swollen labia apart and tasted her, pleasure rippled through her. She arched her back and gripped his shoulders as he drew lazy circles around her clit with his tongue, making her rock slowly against the warmth of his mouth.

She felt ashamed but so very much alive... She was lucky he decided to please her on their first encounter, she looked across the room to see Christine on all fours being penetrated on her rose bud.
The sight of all the others, the smell and sound of sex only heightened her sensations.
Somehow she knew that this was only the beginning and she wanted so much more.

Khira Chronicles - Requiem

How long has it been....

The sore muscles of her weakening body burned. She tried once again to release herself from her restraints but the silver chains that held her must be enchanted.
Those damned wolves were waiting for her, she had been betrayed. The real question was by who?

When she reached the woods near the Forgotten Forest, a pack of wolves took her as prisoner and tortured her for days, even though she claimed to be just a traveller. It only made it worst.
Her memory started to fail after months of torture... She remembered only the bleeds and the burns...
The silence cut only by their mocking howls and Eleannor's screams and hisses.

I hear the sound of something dripping...
I'm being bled again...

The sound of approaching footsteps forced her to open her eyes. Her lids felt heavy and her vision blurry. Before her was Raven, the one that seemed to be the leader of her captors.

"Lady Eleannor, I can't help but to thank you for your precious contribution. We had never laid our hands in such pure elder blood." she grinned maliciously and poked Eleannor's right thigh with a burning red poker. "It's such a shame that you are becoming so weak... Maybe I should get you something to eat..."

Raven stroke her face violently and laughed hysterically.

"Soon enough, all of your disgusting and murdering familiars and kindred will fall. Thanks to your precious blood, you will all meet your doom."

She started howling then, soon all the others joined the deadly song, the song for the dead.

The song of my death...

The moon was full and soon Raven and her pack turned, running into the wild hunting and procreating.

Peace for now... She thought before hearing another noise. Her hurting eyes tried to inspect the rotten warehouse they trapped her in, she was too weak to focus, her throat burning with the thirst.
Then he came into view...

It can not be...

"Eleannor, dear... It has been so long..."
"Frederick? Is that you?"

He moved quickly to her and released her restraints. He picked her up and carried her in his arms away from the putrid confinement she was in. He caressed her burned cheek and whispered against her forehead.

"Some of these will not heal, beautiful."
It was the last thing she mumbled before fainting.

"I know..."

I will return soon

Just a quick hello to let you know that I didn't win the competition. Guess I am not perverted enough :P
I'll resume with my stories soon.



Stay tune

xoxo

Bits and Pieces - Ramblings about life...

Life...
There are so many meanings to life, so many interpretations...

These are some of my favourites, in writing, in saying and in song...

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself. 

If all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.

Simone de Beauvoir

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare - from As You Like It 2/7

Life's a show
And we all play our parts
And when the music starts
We open up our hearts
Its all right
If some things come out wrong
We’ll sing a happy song
And you can't sing along

Where there's life, there's hope
Every day's a gift
Wishes can, come true
Whistle while, you work
So hard, all day

To be like other girls
To fit in, in this glittering world
Don’t give me songs
Don’t give me songs
Give me something to sing about
I need something to sing about

Life's a song
You don’t get to rehearse
And every single verse
Can make it that much worse
Still my friends don’t know why I ignore
The million things or more
I should be dancing for [...] 

 

"Life's a show" in Buffy episode "Once More with Feeling"

Bits and Pieces - Thoughts on Taboos

All throughout times there have been all sort of taboos and as societies and Mankind evolves, so do the taboos change and transform.
But even though they change, the mind of Man does not lose its aversion to them.

There will always be people more open-minded than others, but is it possible that we will always look upon some subjects in a more uncomfortable way than others?

In the old days, for a woman to bare her legs was scandalous but to bare her breasts in low cleavages was harmless. Years later, to show off some leg was just fine but to bare her breasts wasn't.

Homosexuality was present since ancient Greece but not spoken about openly, now we have Gay Pride parades.

And sex... well, it was in the dark, at night, wearing clothes so that man and woman wouldn't see the naked body and now... less is so much more.

But has the prejudice and taboo disappeared? Hardly.

In an era where information is power there are still those who lack knowledge in many themes, especially if related to sexuality. Nowadays, information can help to prevent diseases and unwanted pregnancies but still you have teens getting pregnant and having sex without protection.
These are the health related issues, but what about information to enjoy and enhance the sexual practices?

The other day, a group of friends and I were having a conversation about how sometimes it takes longer for the male partner to reach his climax and I suggested something that besides intensifying the sensations for both man and woman, can help the man to "pick up speed".

First reaction was astonishment...
Next laughter...

My next question was: Have you ever tried it? - Another pause and burst of giggles.
When I explained how it was so easy to do and that it is healthy for the woman to do such, that you can practice it anywhere that no one would ever notice, for example, that I could be doing it at that moment...

Well then, they really laughed and cracked a joke or two about me on the next few days.
I wouldn't expect that kind of reaction on the 21st century, but it does occur.
Later it crossed my mind that maybe what shocked them and triggered that reaction was the comfortable and totally casual way I approached the subject.

Come on!!! There are women that still don't know their own bodies or even what an orgasm is!!!
Did you even know there are two types of female orgasm?

Not to bore you much longer I'll conclude my thoughts.

The more comfortable you are with intimate or sexual subjects will always make other people stare.

Whether it is because you wear daring clothes as a consequence of total acceptance of your body and sexuality or because you express intimacy in public or even when walk hand in hand with your gay partner or even, because your partner is of a different ethnicity. Most of the times people stare or make inappropriate comments because they don't understand, they don't know better or they envy you.
Of course, they can also just be bad people.

Prejudice is our society's poison and it is the first born of taboo...
Get a grip and talk openly about everything you feel like it. Don't know? ask.
You are free to do so. You don't like it?

Well I've got something to say to you if you don't - Sucks to be you! It's time to wake and start living.
I'm going to enjoy myself tonight, are you?

********You're still wondering what I suggested, aren't you?*********

Khira Chronicles - The passion of Frederick

To live the afterlife waiting for her was unbearable but to long for her daughter also was driving him mad. Their resemblance sent shivers down his spine and made his longing even harder to contain.
She had never loved him, she always used him to keep boredom at bay during her mission he now realised...
But the warmth and the passion were real, it must have been.

He laid on his chambers and looked up to the ceiling recalling her intimate touch and their exchange of blood.
The way she soothed him was beyond words...The wet trail of her tongue, the feel of her skin against his...
The sound of her voice and the taste of her...

To have tasted her and to have lost her was too much and now, Khira.
So much like her mother... Much more than she was willing to admit or maybe she didn't know better.
But then again he knew how cold and cruel Eleannor could be and Khira didn't seem the killer vampire her royal blooded mother was...

Khira sounded young, untouched... he felt his own blood boil of just trying imagine if she had any of her mother's skills in the sensual arts.
"I'd love to taste her..." he exclaimed out loud.
"Frederick, did you say anything?"
"My dear Morgan, I was just thinking out loud. Rest my child."

It would be much simpler for him to simply love his child, his Morgan, but to him she was as his own daughter.
Eleannor wanted to simply discard her after torturing and feeding of her, but he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon the poor girl.
"That's only sign of your weakness and why you can not even be my lover outside court, Frederick" She told him before she left the city.

"Zephyr came looking for the newcomer today"
"What did he want?" He turned to face Morgan with fiery eyes and a raging expression.
"He wanted to invite the girl to break her fast with him tomorrow evening." she said with a sigh and shrug.

He would not lose another Bloody Clan woman. If Eleannor was his drug, Khira was his salvation and he would not let go of her so easily... Especially to Zephyr, she would not become just another trophy in his collection.

"Morgan, if someone comes looking for me simply tell them I am hunting..." He paced back and forth restlessly and proceeded "If Khira comes by tell her, I'll get her want she is looking for and to avoid Zephyr."
"Yes, Father" she shrugged while looking hungrily over the balcony to a innocent girl that strolled alone under the moonlight. She licked her fangs and kissed Frederick on the cheek before jumping into the night.

"Time to find an old friend..."

Bits and pieces - Realization

It came to me in the most unexpected way

the realization of something wild and free
the feeling that I no longer have to stay
the feeling that I can...
If it depends on me.

Bits and Pieces - Colírio

Como me afectas, mexes comigo
a embriaguez do teu toque entorpece-me os sentidos
leva-me à fantasia e faz-me flutuar no prado dos teus olhos.

O roçar dos nossos corpos ao som de uma melodia mágica
faz-me tremer e suspirar.
Fecho os olhos e estamos a voar debaixo de um céu estrelado

Olho para cima e vejo o teu sorriso suave e quente,
banhado pela luz dos teus olhos, tão profundos e limpidos
fresco e tão quente ao mesmo tempo.

As tuas palavras são escassas mas o teu silêncio diz-me muito mais
a emoção não precisa de palavras quando estou ao teu lado

As promised...

So here goes as promised.

The email is littlestories@live.com.pt

I'll look forward to hear from you.

x

Sofia

A note for my readers

Hi all,

it has been chaos on my life so unfortunately I haven't had much time to share with you as many stories as I'd like.
Unfortunately, I am not fully back yet. I am entering a Erotic Short-Stories writing contest and need my 10,000 words ready as until early June this year. Wish me luck!
In the meantime, I'd like to announce that I'll start a new category called "Bits & Pieces". So here you will find all other kinds of writing that I do, from Movie critics to politcal essays or even poetry. The catch is that some of them will be in portuguese, however I am not one to segregate, so I'll be translating them if you want me too.
I'll translate the titles and add the genre so, if you do want it translated to English, just leave me a comment.

Another thing, shortly I'll be adding an email address where you can contact me at all times to let me know which is your favourite category and what kind of story would you like to see next. I've received a couple of messages from readers asking for more on the "What hides in the dark"category. Everyone wants to know if Megan escapes on "Desperation Room" and what kind of monster was it on "Dark Night".
 If I completle the stories in one post it becomes tiresome to you, so If there is any conclusion you would like to see, let me know.

xoxo
Not gossip girl :P

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 4

From the first moment she laid eyes on him, she knew she had to have him even if only once.
The way he kneeled next to his mistress made her wonder how it was to have him at her own feet, willing and dedicated only to her own pleasures.

Until that day, she had always thought of Domination as a cruel act but the look of adoration and complicity between them awakened within Red feelings and urges she didn’t know about until she met them.
They met several times and her line of work aloud her to try to lure him to her but he was always bound to his Mistress and although her flirting clearly didn’t pass unnoticed, she knew it would never be more than that.
But her mind sure was free to wonder and imagine…

She pictured him fully naked, tied to her bed by his hands and feet, while she straddled his face feeling his tongue touch her wet lotus sending waves of pleasure through her whole body. She would climax hard over and over again until she felt fully satiated. Then she would reward him for his devotion, she would caress his body with her fingertips, with her lips and with her tongue, making him endure the pleasures without a quick release., she would extend the devilish sensations until he would implore her to be allowed to give in.

His dedication to his mistress never faltered, so soon enough she tried to figure out a way to have him and a plan started to take form on her mind - she would trap him.

When the day came, she sent a message for him impersonating his mistress and like the good obeying slave he was, he met her on the designated location. Everything was setup, the room was dimly lit and the door unlocked for him to enter, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles were lit up and big canopy bed was made with red satin sheets with black scarfs tied to their poles, toys laid in order on top of the bedside table well within reach.

- Miss, I have arrived as requested.

As soon as he closed the door, he feel on his knees and waited further instructions, such a good man so faithful. Red came behind him without any noise and placed a blindfold over his eyes and after tieing it she moved in front of him and ofered her glove covered hands to guide him through the room to the bed. She knew she couldn't give him anything to suspect who she really was, at least until he was tied down to the bed.
She held her breath and moved to restraint him and only then she began to touch him, lightly at first, caressing his jawline with the tip of her tongue. His body started to respond to her touch almost immediately, he wanted to say something but he knew he wasn't allowed to speak without his mistress consent.

She removed his pants before restraining his feet and ripped off his shirt making a small groan escape his mouth, the only thing on him was that device that stood before full realization of her plan, the chastity belt. It was then that the bell rang, Red moved off the bed and swayed her barely dress body to the door, she peeked through the tiny hole and smiled with satisfaction. Everything started to fall into place...

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His mistress moaned loudly as Red licked her core and he sucked on her hard pierced nipples, she thrusted her tongue inside of her as she pressed against her clit and rubbed gently, feeling her squirm. His arousal was now at its peak and he wanted the two women with a longing he was not allowed to express, all he could think was trying to guess who this other woman could be and although he wasn´t sure, he knew it had to be her.
Just as his mistress was about to climax, Red moved her mouth away and pulled her from within his reach onto her lap without faltering in the rhythmic moves of her thumb over the clit while she slided two fingers inside of her, moving closer to whisper in her ear. She licked her earlobe and said:

- How badly do you want it Miss? - she moved her fingers slowly further in and removed making her gasp.
- Please... - she moaned.
- The key, give me the key and I'll take care of you.
- No Red, he´s mine. This has gone too far, you...

She never got to finish that sentence, as the moment she denied it Red removed her fingers and started inserting her chinese balls inside her wet pussy, making her moan louder. She could resist, she could escape Red as she was not tied down as the muscular man on the bed, but she didn't. She was as curious as Red had once been about her and him...

- What did you say? 

She slided them in and out of her until she decided another toy would serve her purposes best. She held a vibrator and turned it on, she penetrated her and left it inside of her while she moved her body to the restrained and blindfolded man.

- Watch Miss, you will enjoy it as much as I will.

Red moved slowly and started to climb over body, kissing and licking her way up his skin, stoping only on his lips. She kissed him hard and his tongue gladly met hers in a seductive dance. She removed his blindfold and the sight he got of the two naked women made his member throb even harder. The sound had been maddening but the sight of his mistress being fucked by the humming toy was driving him mad, and Red... he knew it. Feisty little Red, he thought, resourceful...

- No reason to hide anymore sexy - she cooed softly - I want you to please me...

Before she had a chance to move to straddle his face, the sound of something metalic hit the floor and she spoke between her quickening breathing.

- Red, he has earned it - a smile played on her lips before she placed her hand over the base of the pink vibrator - we all have don't you think?...

Red moved quickly and released him from the contraption. His member rose and stood erect next to her, she looked him in the eye and placed herself on top of him, taking her time to tease him further. His eyes pleaded and herself not being able to hold back any longer, pierced her flesh with his stab.

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The bodies were entwined on the now crowded bed, the smell of sex and sweat filled the room along with the sounds of the breathing of three very satisfied lovers.
-Miss... Red... - he sighed forgetting what he was about to say, prefering to run his now free hands over his hair.
- Red?
- Yes?
- He's still mine...

She laughed heartidly before replying.

- Oh, I know.
Doesn't mean we can't share...

What hides in the Dark - Desperation Room

The place was pitch dark and all she could hear was remote sounds of dripping water.

How long had it been since she was trapped there...

She couldn't remember how she got there, the only certainty she had was the sore body and gushing wound on her forehead.

Slowly she tried to stand up but the effort wore her out at the first try, her legs were aching from the muscle atrophy and her back hurt like she had been kicked several times.

She tried to adapt her eyesight to the blackness around her. She rubbed her eyes and the filth in her hands made them immediately sting and tears began running to clear her sight.

An ugly sound echoed all around her, making her recoil and lean against the mossy wall. 

the only sound now were her clattering teeth and shivers, she tried to focus on the shadows, moveing her head from side to side randomly, her panic taking over any remanescent sense of reason within her.

The hours passed and she slipped on and off sleep, her exhaustion taking over every nerve on her body. Light seemed to enter through tiny ventilation holes at times, but the dark dominated her spirit now more than the place itself. Her desperation was her biggest confinement and the will to escape was now almost non-existent.

She heard it...

There...

Once again she tried to move, she dragged herself trying to reach for the source of the sound. A million thoughts crossed her mind. What was there? Should she hide? 

A moving shadow caught her attention, all that she thought was to get closer, to escape from that awful confinement, to find help.

She tried to yell but no sound escaped from her throat.

She wanted to cry but her tear channel was too inflamed from the dirt and filth of her hands.

The shadow moved in her direction and as it reached her it stopped.

"Ready to beg Megan, my little whore?"

He laughed and started kicking her again on her torso.

"You'll never be free again..."

He spat on her face and started moving away from her, leaving her bleeding and hurting wishing for her death to come quickly.

In a small celebration spirit... Something different

I've decided to share with you something quite different, with a "tennager feel".
Taking the chance to celebrate and thank everyone as I've broken the 1000 views mark (hooray!), I've decided to share with you my obsessions.
Some of them are well know to some of the people that follow me here or know me personally, some are just guilty pleasures.
So here goes my own top five list of obsessions.

1. Vampires

Eternity... Passion... Blood... What's not to like? From the very first anonymous story published on an English newspaper to the classic Stoker's Dracula or even the new age Twilight. I simply devour all types of vampire books, guess it is something primal for me. But let me reinforce the idea once again - The books!!!
Of all the fuzz around now, I prefer the classics but some new theories have its lure too.

2. The Orient

The food, the traditions, the sense of honour, the myths and even the language.
Get me to a Kabuki play and I'll bow down to you.

3. Linkin Park & Muse

I believe there is nothing to add here...

4. Vin Diesel

He's big, he's bald and for all I care he could simply whisper at me while I'm blindfolded...
Can't explain it rationally... It works for me.

5. Roleplay

Why not travel through the worlds of imagination, pretending to be everything you want to, how you want to and rejoyce with the interaction?

So here are my top 5 obsessions. Feel free to comment or ask any questions

Mwah!

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 3 (conclusion)

She sits on the rented room, waiting for his arrival.

She checks her watch and shakes her head slightly with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
"Such a bad boy... leaving me here waiting..."
She stands up from her couch and walks around the room until she comes to a stop by the window.


"Hummm, well hello..." she says without turning her gaze from the window.
"Hello Miss... I came ready for you..."



He removes the duster he was wearing to reveal his naked body with nothing else but a full body harness on.
She smiles obviously pleased by the contraption he chose to wear.


"I can see that..."
"Shall I kneel? You look delicious."

She sits back on the couch and crosses her legs seductively, laying her hands on her knees.


"Thank you. Yes, kneel close to me."
He lowers his head and approaches her, kneeling down at her feet."Miss, as you wish"

She runs her hand over his hair smiling "Were you a good boy on your absence?"
"Yes Miss", he replies with a devilish grin on his face.


She leans forward, letting him see her breasts through her keyhole dress and grabs his hair steadily.
"You were very bad... leaving me all alone all this time...", she leans closer and kisses him hard biting his lower lip before sitting back again, leaning comfortably against the couch.
He releases a small moan of pain and desire to her hold and murmurs " Uughh, yes Miss. Please forgive me... Let me make it up to you somehow."


She takes hold of his hair once again and pulls him closer, bringing his lips close to hers without allowing them to touch. The proximity of their bodies, clearly making his arousal grow, her control teasing him as his heart pounds harder within his chest and his cock starts to throb from the perfect view of her breasts and her scent.


"And what would you suggest George? How will you make it up to me?"

She slides from her couch and sits on top of his legs, letting his now erect cock brush her inner thighs, with no panties separating it from her core, briefly touching it before adjusting her hips and rising to her feet again.

"You are an awful tease... Come."
He stands up to follow her and suddenly feels the burn of her slap across his face.



"I didn't say you can stand up, George. Why do you inflict punishment upon you when I want nothing else but obedience and respect?"
He lowers his eyes to floor and starts crawling to her feet.
"Forgive me Miss."
She caresses his head and pats his shoulder before moving to the special bedroom that awaits them.
As they enter, she leads him to one corner and places the chains on his wrists, leaving him chained and spread against the across, his manhood exposed and vulnerable to her.
She takes a look around, taking in her surroundings and his showing desire growing before her eyes. He struggles weakly against the chains and cuffs that hold him as her evaluation of their accommodations proceeds, his heart pounding faster in anticipation.


"Quite a room, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss."


She moves closer to him, the tip of her boots dangerously close to his member, she takes hold of his hair again, harder this time and pulls his lips to her.
"You were lying to me?..." She licks his lips with the tip of her tongue and pushes him back moving away from him, taping her flogger against her hand. He winces as she pulls his hair, looking into her eyes, moaning slightly he hisses through gritted teeth.


"Yes.... sorry Miss.... It won't happen again, I will behave in your absence"

He eyes the flogger nervously, not knowing what is punishment will be. She walks around the room, thinking, not allowing one single glance at him and then stops in front of the Saint Andrews cross, observing it with a wicked smile on her lips before moving back to George. He drops his eyes as soon as she approaches him, still struggling slightly against his cuffs as again he sees the flogger tapping against her palm. She smiles and asks softly "George dear... Do you want to touch me...?"


Without removing his gaze from the floor he answers her "Yes.... yes.. Miss..."

His blush spreading across his features with a little shame as his shaft swells at the thought, straining even more against his harness as the tip pushes against the ring that contains him. She moves to sit on a chair in front of him, spreading her legs she exposes her bare pussy and slides her fingers over her clitoris, sliding them over her labia, moaning softly while watching him closely. He doesn't dare to lift his eyes, but he hears the sounds of her, easing her fingers into her sex, the scent of her filling the air making his hips wind a little as his lust grows. She smiles pleased with him, pleased with his constraint to watch her.


"You do understand that I must punish your behaviour on my absence?"
He sighs, his body shaking a little."yes... yes... Miss... I do"


She moves her fingers over her sex and stands up moving slowly until reaching him, she places them in front of George, her juices shining on her fingers "Will you dry them for me?"
He lifts his head, watching her fingers, smiling broadly as he reaches his head forward, stretching his neck to wrap his lips hungrily around her fingers, cleaning her scented juices with his tongue swirling over them to make sure he gets every drop.
She moves closer to him, pressing her hips against him as he sucks on her fingers.
"Are they clean?"


She releases his chains and beckons him to stand up. He sighs and shakes his now free arms, letting them fall by his side before kneeling and allowing himself a look at her for the first time.
"Follow me..." she says then pointing to the cross. He follows as ordered and as standing before it, he stares and waits for her command. The look of devotion on his face makes her feel even more aroused, feeling herself drip as she runs her nails down his neck and motions for him to take his place.


He stands up against the cross, lifting his arms and laying against the pad, ready for her to link his cuffs to it.

As soon as he is ready, she applies a hard strike on his muscular ass, making him shiver from the pain. She rubs the red mark and strikes again. At each strike his shaft twitches, throbbing even harder.


They both rejoice in their roles, he knows the satisfaction he provides her with his servitude and she knows that for every bit of pain that she serves upon him is clearly surpassed by the affection that grew between them.

Their forbidden love, the constrained lust that fires their desires, making them more addicted to one another by each passing day.



"Did your punishment sufficed?" She asks as taking hold of his swollen member. His heart pounding against his chest.

"It is not my place to decide Miss"

She smiles pleased by his answer and presses her lips against his hungrily, tasting his mouth passionately as she begins to work on his deserved release...

Khira Chronicles - Eleannor's entrapment

"Franklin and Georgia, you know this is something that must be done... I do not wish to approach her after the order to terminate her life has been given"
"But, Eleannor, darling..." Georgia said while looking at her nails with profound admiration "You didn't even know that she lived, or at least you were not sure..." She smiled staring now at her with that feral eyes, showing her craving for blood was high and her murderer instincts wanted to hunt.
"I had the sense, but never acted on it", trusts her hands to circle her neck, an action that for the common mortal would have meant suffocation but that for Georgia, it might mean decapitation "Don't mock me Georgia, I am still your superior and your acid comments will not favour you"

Eleannor had only dicovered recently that Khira did not past as expected and now associated with wolves, she could become a liability unless she could bring her to Court and teach her the ways of the Elders.
She has already a name for herself, the Sculptress... But I am still Eleannor, the Bloody and she will bow down to me.  

"El dear..." Franklin spoke in his languid way, his words smooth as velvet "What will your husband make of your sudden departure?" He smiles viciously and laid down on the sofa, caressing his bare chest before making a vertical cut which wasn't long until Georgia attended it with her tongue.
Franklin, don't patronize me... He will have to accept it. I leave when I want to, we are no longer humans. In our kind, men never had much of a saying, especially after Saeya took over the Elder council."

"I'm just concerned that he may take it personally...." He stands up and moves to Eleannor, so quickly that the normal eye would not catch a glimpse of his movement. He runs his finger seductively across her neck and licks her neck line up until her ear "You refuse to give him offspring but you go after your long lost child..."
Just as fast as he moved, she grabs his arms and tosses him back on the sofa and lays on top of him with her fangs fully extended, brushing his neck.


"Franklin, Franklin... For someone who lives of his lovers, you don't value your body much do you...." She bites down his neck and feels the rush of blood pour into her mouth. When she stops, Franklin's arousal is obvious and the image of Eleannor licking the remaining drops of his blood of her lips, makes it throb even harder. "My lover... These matters do not concern you..." She pulls on his wavy brown hair to bring his lips to her, where she whispers "Pleasure me Franklin... I have a long journey ahead."
Without hesitation Franklin obliges, tearing apart her silk gown he starts to kiss down her stomach, while Georgia watches them with angry eyes and vengeance on her mind.
"Leave!!" Eleannor growls at her as Franklin starts to reach her core.

                                                                           *

"Lady Eleannor will leave tomorrow night after sunset..."
"Good, I'll make all the arrangements... If we are sucessful, we get rid of both of them and then there is only the husband to take care of."
She grabs his arm hard before letting him turn away "Make her suffer..."
He releases himself pulling his arm free and walks into the night laughing creepily.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 3

Her life was good enough, but she always had the feeling that something was missing; something that could not be completely pleased with her innocent boyfriend, something that society had a problem with, a taboo.

She always had the urge to experiment, to push her boundaries, to try to dominate the other sex and experience pleasure through her partners constraint and submission to her female might.

So she looked for the chance to fulfill her fantasies without compromising her relationship or her image to the real world. She surfed the web and successfully found someone to share her kinks online.

She would go about her daily routine as usual and as soon as she got out of her Job, she would lead herself to the cyber cafe where she could let herself loose and relax.

“The online sea”, the cafe she attended regularly was prepared for people like her. Instead of side to side tables, they invested in small rooms fully prepared with a web-cam, headset, a desk with a computer and a small bed.

She had heard that the owner got the idea in one of his trips to Japan, where places like that were quite common.

She logged on in to the website where she usually found suitable and willing toy-boys and check her messages.

Bingo, she thought seeing one message that particularly caught her eye.

She promptly replied to Sub_Jack35, his online name, hopping to catch him online. Luck was on her side and as soon as she hit send, the call signal began to flash on her screen.

He had a warm voice, with a sexy roughness that made her body react instantly as he introduced himself and asked about her limits and explained his.

This was standard procedure between BDSM partners before engaging in any activity. They go far on their fantasies but often have their own limits as well. His were humiliation, no strap-on, which didn’t surprise her as most males excluding gay men, that don’t actually need them, did enjoy being penetrated. He also didn’t enjoy to be peed on or to have droppings on him, which she fully abided by.

Limits presented, they moved on to another typical step. She took her USB drive from her purse and asked if he would like some vanilla photos, which didn’t decline and followed in sharing his.

Both were pleasantly surprised by what they saw and shortly after the teasing and provoking talk began.

She led him through the pains and pleasures until both of them were satiated and both moved on to their other life.

She went home to her boyfriend and made love to him with Sub_Jack35 still on her mind. Recalling her moments with him, she climaxed hard and fast, barely noticing who she was with.

In the middle of the night she woke up still aroused by the whole experience  and after double-checking if her boyfriend was asleep, she went to her laptop and logged on to the website, holding her breath as she checked her messages.

And there it was waiting for her…

(To be continued)

Khira Chronicles - Beginnings

"I can see it's not going to be that easy to find her" she scratches her head gently tucking the locks of her hair behind her ears.

When Khira decided to go after her mother, she had no idea whatsoever of what she was going to find. Would her mother even recognize her? Probably so, but would she welcome her? Probably not, not after what she went through after looking for her herself, and probably not after seeing Khira chose the wolves over her at that time.

But what was to be expected from her after being abandoned by her mother...

Khira was a baby when she was delivered to an orphanage, her mother was dead and so the hospital placed her in a state facility. She grew up to meet the same destiny that came to her mother, she died... and then came back.

Apparently, or so Bogart told her, she must have caught some of the blood change during the birth that caused her to be reborn after dieing in an car accident. Her first times were brutal and bloody, just like it is for all members of her Undead family as she came to know later.

When the Elders became aware of the existence of a stray child, she was hunted and that's when she discovered that she did have a certain talent for sculpting flesh,and set about perfecting her craft. She gained a reputation due to her particular craft, the Sculptress, the Elders and the Royal House clans called her.
Eventually, an older vampire got hold of her and left her to die a second time however it was then that her vampire classical story ended... and not in ashes.

Once the old vampire left her, the scent of blood caught the attention of a wolf and in this state of near death she was welcomed by a pack. In their care, she learned about herself and about principles no one had ever bothered to teach her. She learned about unity and family with them and at the same time gained much of the hatred they had for her own kind.

So, you see when Eleannor, her mother, came looking for her it wasn't a warm welcome that was expecting her. The wars between the wolves and vampires have existed for centuries and although Khira was an exception, a bastard daughter of a Royal Vampire house like her mother was not as happily welcomed. She was treated as a spy, tortured and bled. Eventually she got away, Khira never fully understood how but she did.

Ironically, the time came for the reverse to happen - Khira in search of her mother. The differences between the wolves and her grew more and more as years gone by and her needs as a vampire separated them.
Bogart, the wolf that rescued her that night, told her she must claim her heritage and learn the extent of her power. He send her off with a hug and she felt alone again...

After a few months she made it to a city run by an Elder woman of no Royal blood, she heard of her poise and ruling and became curious. It happened that her instinct guided her correctly, her mother had been there not long before she arrived. She met a strange vampire there.

He claimed to have loved her mother and that she never returned her feelings for him although she shared her bed with him, but he didn't seem very reasonable...
Soon after discussing her mother, he started to sweet-talk her and it became obvious to Khira that this Frederick clearly had some unfinished business with her mother and was trying to project it on to her.
Fool...

-image: Young Vampire - Vieux River - Uberwald by Fayte Devious - Glimpses of Discworld - An Assassin's Perspective

Longings and loathings - Chapter 2

Days go by without any sense...


The feeling of an unaccomplished life takes its toll on me, imagining a more improved me, a more improved life, a more improved man or any man for what matters.


Every office day looking to the other perfect dolls while having to sit on my shell...
It's so easy to delude myself that eventually I manage to overcome every day.
It's quite easy to get a man for an evening of casual sex however one does start to long for something more and when I realize there is nothing more... well, I pull back.


- Coffee miss?


Would it be wrong if I really replied how went through my mind at that time? That lean muscular body would make wonders in my bed. But all I did was nod and watch that cute ass move away to a table full of under 20 girls.
What a waste...


Some days go better then the usual and eventually someone will sit at my table with a teasing smile and looks to kill. I have my defects but I'm attractive all the same and eventually I'll take someone home to pet for a while.


Once I even took a girl... Bad idea, all that got me was pestering notes and texts.


Last night I touched myself thinkin on how you got me worked up on our little rendez-vous the other day...


Those would be great, if they came from a man. Not that I didn't enjoy the little rendez-vous but I love to feel a swollen pulsating shaft inside me. Making my whole body shiver as it'd penetrate my core... the sound of flesh pounding flesh, his balls smacking my ass as he'd fuck me hard.

By the end of my thoughts I will probably end up alone in my bed touching myself but nevertheless I will have my release and my man-free orgasm.


But then... every now and then I forget all my unfulfilled desires and start to live up and whine less.
Just like it should be.

Longings and loathings - Chapter 1

She was there for the same reasons of every time she returned to that place - Release

Her routine and lack of time for herself often hit a peak and she turned to Aidan in those moments. His youth was alluring and refreshing, it gave her chills just to think of him.

He was so unlike any other older men, men that would be proper for her, men that all her friends over 30 would advise.Men with a career, ambition and that could and would provide her stability and comfort, or she would say summed up in one word - Boring
So, as a regular Friday night she waited at the bar for him to arrive.

To him, that old cougar was a fantasy coming true. No strings attached just plain, hot sex. Plain, not a chance. She would engage in anything he put her through, submissive and yet so dominant a true feline female trapped inside that delicious body.Young women were all so shallow, easy. His looks always made it easy for him but where was the challenge that made his blood run and pump through his groin.
His friends mocked him but if only they knew... 

He was into her as she was into him.
All things considered, they got around fine twice a month in an hotel suite, three times a month if he got lucky. What got them together after all was the same condition, boredom.

She got here straight from work today, he thought taking in her gray pencil skirt with the neatly ironed silk shirt tucked in, showing off her curves just enough to make him his mouth watering.
The high stilettos and the fishnets were just added tease to his vision.
He looked casual yet sexy, his manly stroll making their proximity increase in each step.

"You look good tonight, casual with a hint of street z "- she gave him an approving naughty smile than lingered on her lips as she really took his essence in.

"My friends have been calling me a stylish gangsta" - he retorted with a cocky grin while pulling his shirt collar up.

"I like it, it looks good on you"

"Wait until you see more of me..." he added placing a fallen lock behind her hear.

It was as simple as that for them, when he left the bar she followed or sometimes he would follow.

The place was always the same, ready and waiting.

"You are so beautiful..."

"You are...", before she finished he took her smooth lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"Sorry, just had to kiss you"

She smiles and returns his kiss gently biting his lower lip, pulling it slightly between her teeth.

"Hmmm, you know I love that"

Leah slides her hands down his body, moving closer, grinding against him slowly. "I love your kisses..."

He unbuttons her shirt slowly and begins kissing down her chest, sliding her outfit off her shoulders and pulling it down until it is completely off. She then presses her hand against his groin breathless as her skirt follows her shirt to the floor.

"Oh Aidan, Aidan... You've got this power over me...", she moves her hands skillfully over his body to release him from his attire. As it falls on the ground her hands turn to his chest, caressing him, reaching for his neck to pull him closer to her once again. "You just... the simple sight or sound of you, make me want to do this crazy things...

Aidan slowly begins to slide his fingers inside her panties making her shiver under his touch but she doesn't let him uncared for and starts moving her hands down again feeling the swelling cock against her palm.

"Look how you got me babe...", he murmurs as he takes her in her arms and lays her down on the floor, kissing down her body until reaching his favorite spot to kiss. He slides his tongue up and down her core, tasting every inch of her as her soft moans begin to fill the room, his tongue causing her oversensitive pussy milk and send shivers over her.

As he slides his tongue deeper inside she mumbles between breaths "You spoil me..."

"You're so yummy baby...", she digs her hands on his hair pulling him up to reach her lips, "Let me..." but instead of letting her face his hard shaft, he swiftly turns her head down to reach him while he continues to drink from her.
Leah concentrates on his long hard cock, sinking her mouth down its length as he moves his hands to her butt, squeezing it tightly and parting it to get his tongue deep inside her wet folds. His tongue caressing her pussy as she sucks and thrusts herself down on him, matching his pace as much as she cans before starting to devour his tasty shaft. She sucks him greedily, speeding her pace while her hand cups his balls gently and his tongue runs her over, her juices pouring over her face.

"It feels to good... I want you inside me... I want all of you."
With hesitation he answers her request by laying her on her back to penetrate her.
"I almost forgot how tight and yummy your pussy is..."
Leah moans loudly in every thrust, feeling him pounding into her, she tightens herself a little more, pressing his cock as it slides in and out of her.
He kisses and sucks on her neck leaving a red mark behind as he grabs her hip and pushes deep inside her. She moves to his pace, losing herself in his musky scent, the feel of him making her his to do as he pleases.
He begins thrusting harder into her, feeling himself hit bottom making her shiver to each pound of his cock, feeling him so deep that it feels like he's ripping her apart, she screams in pleasure at his intensity breathing heavily.


"Yes baby...", he pulls out slowly sitting on the bedside inviting her to climb on top with a gesture, in invite she gladly accepts. She starts riding him fast and hard, digging her nails down his back as she presses against him, feeling him kisses her breasts as she rides and push up againts her as she moves him inside of her.
Leah feels the perspiration running down her back, her whole body focused on his pleasure, she moves restlessly as her mouth closes him on his, kissing him with such hunger. She moans louder and holds him tighter, moving down on his cock hard, taking it deeper. "I'm starting to lose it Aidan..."
"Damn... You're going to make me climax baby"

 Aidan turns her over and begins to push against that cute butt pressing deep and moving his hand across her back to pull back on her hair as he gives it to her.
 Leah presses herself against him leaning her head back as he holds her firmly, the pain and pleasure entwined making her release an animalistic growl deep down her throat. "It's close, I'm going to..." she mutters between her moaning.
"Yes..."
"Oh fuck.. Harder... HARDER!"
 He pulls back harder with one hand and spanks her with the other,  thrusting even harder against her making her scream in pleasure "More!"

Aidan spanks her griping and squeezing her butt as he comes down and pulls back up to spank her again, she moans loudly, moving her hips against him in a silent plea. "Damn baby"
"You fuck me good..."
She starts losing all of her control, circulating her hips at his thrust, thrusting herself hard against him, her whole body trembles and shivers, the accumulating tension reaching its limit.
Aidan stops spanking her and reaches under to rub her clitoris as he pounds into her, Leah feels it coming in waves at the touch of his fingers on the sensitive clit, she loses herself and begins to collapse under a earthshaking orgasm. He feels her juices flow and then presses deep inside her and climaxes inside her, tilting his head back from the pleasure.

"Damn baby", he exclaims as she moves against him in pure ecstasy, feeling the pleasure numb every inch of her skin as she collapses on the bed below him. "Damn baby, you're so naughty"
"And you're the one I like to get naughty with", she retorts with a smile on her lips.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing more of you babe"
"Well Aidan... that depends..."
"On what?"
"On how good you keep making me orgasm", she replies leaning against him to bite his lower lip. A wicked look crosses his eyes as he starts rubbing her clitoris with his fingers, sending shivers through her body again. "Is that so? You know I love pleasing you and I'll damn right will keep you wet and hot for me."
"You bad boy..." she lazily stretches her arms. "I need to go... It's late..."
"Ok baby."
"I'll sure sleep well tonight"
He turns sideways staring at her body "I should be able to come tomorrow..."
"I'm not sure if I can make it tomorrow, but I'll call you.", she pauses and then smiles."Besides you need time for your other girls"
"I don't have any so don't start with that."
"I'm not starting anything, just don't think I'm naive. I don't mind Aidan, who am I to judge?"
He shrugs and looks her in the eye. "Well... just saying I don't"
"OK, I believe you then...", Leah leans in and kisses you deeply and passionately before leaving their suite.

Tiny message for those you take the time to read my babblings

I've said on my profile that I like to write stories of all kinds and shapes, some shorter than others, some lighter than others but mostly some purer than others.
I've decided to divide them in categories, if you follow my blog you noticed that I've divided the already published stories in two.
The Khira Chronicles, where you'll get to know one of my favorite characters named Khira Kiergarten that I've created during my RPG phase and What Hides in the Dark, where I try to challenge myself into creating fierce heroes and scary monsters out of everyday common, and sometimes, ridiculous situations.
Today, I will start one of the most shocking and outrageous category for those who actually know me personally - Longings and Loathings.
It will be the first time I'll make known my most explicit and bold stories considering their theme, human desires and sex.
I've already added a disclaimer when you access the blog, now you'll understand why.

I hope you like my stories and keep following me here. Do not be afraid to comment, it's your comments that help me developing my writing and I do love a good critic.

Happy reading,
                                   Sofia

Khira Chronicles - Lost and found

Khira comes up around the corner and notices the familiar face. She hesitates by seeing he is not alone and the feels their auras. After many considerations she approaches silently and waits in silence to be seen and recognized not disturbing the others. His eyes glow brighter as he looks at his dear friend.

 “My Khira, please approach and hug me.”

Queen Eunice glances back to Zephyr and recalls memories of numerous times when the elders have stood as one, the back bone of the Tapes strength, then looking to Frederick she replies absently not noticing the approaching girl.

“They are indeed,”  she looks out the corner of her eye to the stranger and watches her carefully closing in, looking her up and down sensing her nature and intentions. Khira stares with disdain at Frederick ignoring the Queen’s evaluation of her.

“I belong to no one but myself”

She frowns to him and turns to nod politely to the others present and speaking softly almost as a song. Frederick leans towards his Queen and speaks gallantly.

“If you’ll excuse me, Your Grace. May I introduce to you my friend Khira?”

“Pardon for my manners” Khira elegantly curtsies never losing eye contact or awareness of her surroundings as she does.

 Queen Eunice Tapes’ crystal eyes begin to change from their cold crystal form to that of a baby blue as she senses the stranger’s dark gift.

“Well good day to you Khira” She offers her hand to her, which she without hesitation takes to kiss the vassal ring.

Zephyr smiles at Frederick’s words and overdone movements but also in belief of his own abilities turn to observe the newcomer. His eyes flicker as he takes in Khira.

“Hmmm… A new face... It’s always good to see newcomers in the city”

He speaks slowly while extending his hand toward his face to flicker away a raven strand. Khira amused by the slight touch of madness that emanates from him smiles pleased.

“Sir you must confess what gave me away, if you please. It is, in fact, true, that I have only arrived two days ago.”

He nods grinning at her letting his fangs show slightly.

“These eyes of mine are ever watching the happening of this city. Your very presence is what gave you away. I hope you are finding things to your liking.”

Frederick feeling utterly ignored looks at Khira wondering if he has upset her in some way and starts to feel uncomfortable as her probes and feels the auras around, prospecting for more knowledge of those before her , she senses great power and refrains herself from her bitter humor. She nods in agreement to the Zephyr’s statement only adding a few words.

“I have found a long lost friend” she points to Frederick and gives him a tiny smile.

The Queen listens to Khira and Zephyr’s little interlude and feeling ignored decides to interrupt the happy gathering.

“Yes, Zephyr is right, there is little that goes on in this city of which we are not aware and our scouts and scholars notify us of any new presences within the city. So my dear, considering you have already met one of my Elders council and one of the fledglings, I must introduce myself, I am the Queen of the Tapes coven.”  With that Frederick moves to stand next to the Queen, adding proudly while looking deep into Khira’s eyes.

 “And I have sworn allegiance to the Queen.” His eyes start to dim as a wave of sadness overwhelms him at her indifference as she takes another deep bow to the Queen.

“A true honour to be standing in front of your eyes and to be worthy of your words” She raises herself once again. “I have come in search of my lost mother but I was already advised that she has departed in a mission. So now I stand here as a… tourist with no other purpose but sight seeing and being attacked by zombies.” She adds smiling.

 Eunice nods in understanding as Khira's words fall on her, images of her own past searching flashing before her eyes, only to be put to rest with the images of her own present strong family bond with her children of the night.

“Well we can't have you becoming zombie fodder now, can we? If you wish I can get Frederick to show you our humble home, there you will be very safe indeed.”

As the Queen finishes her invitation Frederick shivers and tenses waiting for Khira’s answer, watching her bowing again and nodding politely to her words. A stern look crosses her face but she accepts her offer.

“I’d be honored Milady. I intended to have a private word with Frederick, if you'll be so kind to allow.”

The Queen nods and then turns her attention back to Zephyr trying to recall their last words to one another. She calls him to her and whispers something to him before turning away. Khira can almost touch all the emanating power from them that all her skin tingles. In the corner of her eyes she sees Frederick stumble and reach out to the metal railings beside him trying to regain composure.

“Shall we?” She pronounces as she takes his side, her eyes inquiring about his fragility. He looks at her and asks softly.

“Have I upset you?”

Khira just shakes her head

“Then, why such a cold heart?”

Khira gets closer to him rubbing her forehead in his chest as an animal seeking petting.

“I do not enjoy any words that may claim possession.”

“My heart is still broken from missing your mother. I am not sure I can cope with it being hurt a second time. I much rather close my heart and freeze it in time and lock it away, then to be hurt again.” He looks at Khira not wanting to show any emotions.

“My words were not of possession but of love... Perhaps it is best that we…”

His voice trails off stopping him of proceeding as a wave of sorrow engulfs him. She looks deep into his eyes trying to read his thoughts and then holds his chin speaking solemnly.

“I will not ask for you to endure such pain, I will not claim or elude your heart as my mother did…” - She sighs and acquires a serious tone “And you must understand I am not her. I was raised by wolves; I see feelings as a sign of weakness until proven differently.”

“Very well Khira, so be it...Now if you’ll excuse me I have matters to attend.”

“Wait.” She calls as he starts to walk of, he then turns back to face her scorned look darkening his face. “I thought your priestess had given you a request to show me your quarters.” She looks at him cruelly with a dark smile starting to flourish.

“Indeed she did...It was a request not a command”

“Didn't you claim your liege to her? I believe that this is called disobedience. I will leave you but first listen to me just one more time.”

She sighs and proceeds slowly with her soul in her eyes.

“You barely know me and yet you claim love for me?” She smirks sadly. “If I stay with you with promises of love I will never know if it is because of my resemblance to her or true feelings for myself.”

She turns her back on him and adds before walking away.

“You do not know me enough to love me; you haven't tasted my blood yet…”

Frederick turns to walk off but collapses startling her. "And that would be only a drop...” she turns and sees him on the ground. She whispers to him, kneeling beside him.

"Are you OK?” slapping him gently to see if he regains his senses. His breathing is shallow and his skin is clammy but he tries to open his eyes.

"Khira… I am so…" he loses consciousness again

She throws her hands to the skies.

"Why the hell...” she lowers herself and places him on her back, walking slowly, carrying him on her back to the blood pool.

He crashes over the side and his lips suck on to the liquid as soon as she drops him slowly. She starts walking away as soon as he starts feeding.

"I am only half wolf, if I was a complete one, I’d have killed you myself"

Her words startle him and he looks up at her but remaining silent.

“Feelings make you weak... learn that “she walks away recalling the blood tears shed when her mother left and the teasing from other Lamia kids. With trembling voice she adds "I can't be weak when I have only me"

Frederick raises himself to his full height and calls out.

"Khira"

She turns slowly.

\“Don’t you understand? You are alone no longer. You have a family wanting to take you in and you have found me...A friend lost to me has been returned. I am not sure if I can remain in this city if I don't find peace here. You are a part of my life and I am not sure I can be whole again"

"I’ve been here for two days... how can I be the one to make you whole?!!" she yells "I am not my mother" and she runs fading into the darkness.