Longings and Loathings - Chapter 9

His eyes fell on the door once again as the hour approached. It was not his first time that he indulged in the special practice but something about that time had him on edge.
He had heard about her reputation and skills, waiting for a woman like her made the confidence in himself shake, even if just a little.

He had been with several other partners, some young, some older, unexperienced and knowing and they all seemed to have left his bed fully pleased and awed with his shaft.
His appetites grew wilder as the time passed, he was growing bored of women who just wanted him to go down on them and to finish him off with the customary missionary position, not even the reverse one.

He was certain he could find one that fit most of his intimate desires, he just didn't care to go look for her. He also didn't want just one fulfilled night to then go out again and find a new girl the next day. That was his easy way of having a good time, without strings attached but dedicated enough to what he wanted.

A knock in the door broke him free of his thoughts. He stood up and walked to open it feeling a bit nervous and excited all over again. The moment before letting the woman in was always a thrill for him. Would she be blond, red or brunette? Would she be tall and model type or a gorgeous curvy temptress? He loved the mystery and the surprise of what would be on the other side of the door.

He opened the door and a deliciously rubenesque girl with pale blue eyes and chocolate brown hair looked at him straight in the eye.

"Good evening James."
"Please come in."
"Alison." She supplied.
"Cute name. Please make yourself comfortable Alison. I'll jump in the shower really quick and I'll be right back with you."

She entered the room and laid her bag on a small conformer nearby while he headed for his quick shower. As eager as he was, it was almost painful to walk away without a first taste of her lips but hygiene was imperative for him. He silently begged for her to join him, it would not be the first time he dismissed a girl for not doing so.

He laid his clothes neatly folded over the the toillet seat and stepped into the shower, turning the water on.
He had just applied the shower cream over his body when he heard the door opening and closing. He turned and there she was in all her naked glory.

"Would you mind if I join you?"

He slid the glass door open as a response and watched her luscious body move towards him. She slid her fingers over his chest and smiled.

"I love a clean shaved body, it shows that men care to please and on some it looks so much better."

He gave her another long look and smiled teasingly at her, allowing himself to touch her body for the first time, to touch her also fully shaved body.

"I agree, as much as I love that you share my habit."

He caressed her lower stomach and then shamelessly proceeded to explore her folds gently. She smiled at him for his boldness and comfortable stance, starting to return his attentions on her body by using her hands to tease his already half hard manhood, leaning forward to capture his nipples with her lips while her tongue teased them until they were erect. He wanted her and so he decided to take her right there for round one. 

He turned her and pushed her against the wall, making room for himself by parting her legs with his knee. She pushed her round ass out to rub against his manhood pushing his arousal just a bit further, making him hesitate no further and press forward to penetrate her from behind. It wasn't sensous, it was pure and raw desire, just a fast and hard fuck to take the edge off before more exquisite activities could take place.

Her ragged breaths gave away how close she way to completion but he wasn't willing to let her give in just yet. He slowly redrew himself from inside of her making her whimper. 

"Oh baby girl, not just yet..." 

She composed her flushed body and gave him a snarky smile, the confident look in her eyes and the self-assurance was overwhelming for him and when she pronounced the next words in a smooth sultry tone of voice something in him was lit on fire.

"We'll see about that..."

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The hours passed by so quickly, he felt exhausted and even though there was nothing he could do to make her stay, he wanted to cuddle her, spoon with her and have a well satisfied sleep. But he couldn't have that. That's why he resorted to this solution over and over again in the first place, no attachment, just lust and satisfaction. 

In a drowsy voice he called her to sit beside his naked body.

"Thank you, Alison. I hope we can meet again."

"Honey, I am afraid that will not be possible."

"Why not?" he retorted.

"Because this... all of this that you create here... It's not what I want. You want sex and that I can give you, but you can't speak the way you do and expect a girl to keep it all just as sex. So goodbye honey and do yourself a favor, stop running as soon as possible. 'Cause when you do, it may be too late, just like it was for me."

She smiled, picked up the envelope in the table and left the room, leaving him with an awed expression. 

"What the hell does that even mean..." 

He knew. 

He couldn't accept it yet, but he knew.

"Damn women..."

Bits and Pieces - Eternity unlocked

It always starts as a joke, a simple game of minds.

But nothing is really that simple or stays simple

Between the lines I could read you oh so well, though the stroke of your pen told a different story.

I wrote my tale of serendipity and naive happiness, but you read it all wrong.

Soon the games of innocent play became harder and harder to keep up with,

the much dreaded emotions crawled in and tore us apart with each lie produced and each burning touch.

The truth set me free but it was too late, I was already hooked on you and your little show of virtual feelings.

The masochism of my devotion so inevitable.

So I seek you out and gorge on the taste of your skin.

Oh yes... Keep feeding me with your passion and pretend love.

It hurts so good while I am in the high of your ecstasy, I never want to come down from that.

Let it burn baby, let it consume and clean the aftermath of my past engagements.

Let me consume all of you as well, all of your pain as if mine, let me lick your wounds and fester mine.

Let me tire you, exhaust you and take you to bliss along with me, I'll give you my blood to drink and allow you to claim my soul.

When we are bursting with pleasure, desire and lust,

we shall rise again, powerful, free within our hearts and reborn ready to take on the world side by side

As Lamia, as brethren, as one and as immortals.

Bits and Pieces - Live! by Charlie Chaplin

I forgave mistakes almost unforgivable;
I tried to replace people irreplaceable;
I tried to forget people unforgettable;

I already did things for impulse
I have disappointed some people, and I have been disappointed by others.

I have hugged to protect someone
I have laughed when I couldn’t
I have made friends forever
I have loved and I have been loved, But I have also been rejected.
I have been loved, and I couldn’t love them back

I have screamed and jumped of happiness
I have lived on love and made eternal promises, but I have also broke them.

I have cried listening to music and looking at photos
I have called to hear a voice.

I have fallen for a smile
I have thought I was going to die of sadness …

I have felt the fear of losing someone special
And I ended up losing it…

But I have survived and I’m still Living

I don’t pass by life without enjoying it…
and You shouldn’t either… so…
LIVE, Enjoy, take the opportunities.

Be determined, hug life and live with passion
Lose with class and win with courage.
The World belongs to those who face no fear and life is very valuable to feel insignificant.


-Charlie Chaplin

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xoxo

Sofia

Bits and Pieces - Scarecrow

Scarecrow, scarecrow
why you look so sad?

Because I am falling apart.

Scarecrow, scarecrow
I thought you didn't have a heart.
I didn't know you were alive.

Once I did.
Once I was.

Scarecrow, scarecrow
Tell me your tale.
Why you are missing pieces?

There is nothing left to be told.
Leave me alone...
You don't want to hear my tale.


Scarecrow, scarecrow
why you look so mad?

Oh little bird, I was pierced, butchered and eaten.
All my parts taken from me to someone's gain
I gave everything without shame and subterfuge
Only to get used on this field until nothing was left.

Poor Scarecrow, why you say that?
Let me put out the flame and ease your pain.

Let me burn little bird, from the ashes I will continue life.
I will mix with the soil, grow inside the corn until I am rebuilt again.

Scarecrow, scarecrow
Why you smile now?

Those who took something from me will not be that fortunate.
The pieces will fade and all they will have is nothing in the end.

Bits and Pieces - Momentos

Passei os meus dedos pela agua morna, sentindo-a acariciar a minha pele de forma quase aveludada.
A temperatura estava perfeita, tal qual o desejara.
Deslizei o robe de seda pelos meus braços, descobrindo pouco a pouco o meu corpo nú, provocando um suspiro quando o ar frio me arrepiou a pele e enrijeceu os mamilos.
Deixei-o cair no chão como se me livrasse de uma segunda pele, como se removesse a carapaça com que me envolvia todos os dias pela manhã.
Ergui uma perna após a outra e submergi-as na água tépida coberta de bolhas de sabão perfumado, debrucei-me para a torneira, terminando os jorros de água fumegante que se misturavam no meu leito aquático e alvo.
Deixei-me descair e cobri-me completamente com a espuma, deixando somente a minha cabeça à tona por mais uns minutos antes de também ela submergir completamente.
Abri os olhos dentro do meu pequeno mar caseiro de águas turvas e observei com prazer o exterior distorcido pelas bolhas enquanto sustinha minha respiração.
Sorria no silencia e desfrutei da paz submersa em que me encontrava.
Senti-me viajar dentro da minha própria mente...
Corria desnudada numa planície branca, sentia-me livre de tudo e de todos, sem julgamentos, sem inibições, sem medos ou tristezas. Somente eu, a paisagem branca e a sensação de leveza e liberdade.
Emergi do meu pequeno paraíso quando o oxigénio escasseava mas aquela sensação permaneceu.
Algo de mim permanece sempre na planície, cru e livre.

Bits and Pieces - Awakening

The sun had just set under the tall mountains and her crept bones started to come to life once more. The bones slowly reattaching themselves, skin leaving its emaciated look gaining a soft blush.
Her eyelids slowly fluttered open as the distinctive sound of the creatures of the night awaken from their enchanted sleep.
Softly she raises her cold torso and eyes warily her chamber. No one but her and her beautiful slave boy inside.
She listened to the sounds of the night mixed with the scrapping sound of her brothers trying to access her resting ground, the smell of the sweet man's blood allured them as they rise with the burning hunger inside.

He was not her first, it would not be her last but while he served her, there would be no other.
She tentatively tried to use her voice, feeling her throat raw from the thirst but as if compelled he raised his eyes to her and walked to her, kneeling by her stone bed, lowering his eyes as he turned his palms up to show his devotion and obedience to her.

She smoothly emerged from the cold coffin that protected her during her deathly sleep and demanded for one of his wrists. Swiftly he raised it to her, bracing himself for the pain and pleasure that followed, feeling himself strained and confined inside his chastity cage once her teeth brazed his skin, borrowing life from him to renew and empower his lady.

Her needs and appetites must be sated, he knew this inside and complied willingly with a loving and blind servitude. His frail life at her mercy, so easily taken from him if she so wished it. But even so, he could not help but to feel he had his on claim on this demoness that captured his heart and soul. He desired to be the only one to serve her, to make her become alive once again night after night even though his life years and youth would not accompany her through her long afterlife.

Secretly he wished for it not to be so, he wished that she would grant him with her gift of eternal life as he gave her his blood every night, he wished she would find him worthy of accompanying her into the eternal Night into the arms of Lilith and rejoice in immortality. But he would not ask it, he dreamed day after day that she would value his devotion and love and one night she would deem him worthy.

She released his wrist and ran her thin fingers over his head, entwining them in his clean and perfumed hair as she started to move fluidly once more, rejuvenated by his life essence.

"Thank you boy..." She spoke in her melodic and bewitching voice.
She opened the chamber door and the animals and brothers shrank back as she observed them with red rimmed eyes. They kneeled for her just as he did and watched her carefully not to look her in the eyes while she extended her arms up in praise with moon beams reflecting in her pale skin.

"Mother, welcome me into your arms again..."