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A rat's morning. :)
17:00 Feb 15 2007
Times Read: 909
Elemental, Nightgame and RedQueen are so going to kill me for this... lol
This morning's talk/ messages with Connie. (Nightgame)
Good Morning sunshine!! *rat runs over and tickles the cat's belly.*
Morning Girl *slips rat some cheddar*
* rats eyes open wide at the cheese, grabs it and nibbles. Mouth still full, I come over and sit beside the cat, leaning on her, to eat, asking..*
Cat said something that turned my stomach. lol
*rat upchucks her cheese* Ewwww!!
*pats Rat and gives her some smooth Swiss* Don't sweat it sis, it will never happen. Thank the Goddess!
Rat then goes and see's the birdy (Elemental)
*looks around, sniffing... cat gave me cheese this morning.. does the birdy? Nooo...*
birdy doesn't do cheese....she says regally....and tosses rat some pork
yup......rat is one sick.....puppy....lol..
(sis read my journal- me rating and knows I wanted pork. lol)
*rat ties a napkin around her chest, then pulls out a knife and fork, smile on her face*
Ahh thanks birdy!
Now picture the rat going over to see Fang.(RedQueen)
As normal- she is asleep in the morning. Rat waddles in, her belly sticking out from all the food. She walks up to the snoring puppys neck, using the spiked collor to scatch her back, letting out a "Ahh." *Big smile on Rat's face*
She walks down the puppy side, letting out a fart from the BBQ pork, and falls onto the puppy's soft red fur. Curls into the heat of her belly, she smiles, rubbing her full stomach, and closes her eyes to take a nap. Fang tail moves in her sleep, slapping the rat in her face.
Rat spits out the dog hair, then pulls the tail up as a blanket. Rat sleeps with dreams of Fang chasing off the roosters in her head.
ROFL!
*evil smile* See- my mind really gets me in trouble when I don't sleep, have my focus.
Valentine's Day Story.
19:23 Feb 14 2007
Times Read: 915
She watched him walked out the kitchen door, her hands covered in baby food. Today is Valentines Day and he just left, as he has for over three years now, without a kiss goodbye. She shakes her head and smile… looking at her baby boy. “Your mommy is going to teach you how to treat a lady. Yes I am.” she cooed, giving the happy baby more of the applesauce. “Like I am going to teach your dad a lesson today.”
He pops open his briefcase, hand on the phone, holding it to his ear with his shoulder as he reaches in to pull out a file…to feel lace. He pushes the lid open more and finds Black lace. He pulls the lace out, and a small piece of paper falls to the floor. “Let me get back with you on this. I will call you right back.” He hangs the phone up and holds up the lace by its straps.
He pictured his wife in it, her long red hair, he eyes closing as he gave her the stroke, the touch to make her climax. The sound she makes at that second, her nails biting into his body.
He puts the lace teddy back into the briefcase and bends to pick up the note- catching her scent. He felt his body harden, and open the note: “If you want to see me in this lace- you need to bring me a gift home. Happy Valentine’s Day, my lover.” He sniffed the perfume, and smiled. How long has it been? A few weeks since it has been any thing but a quick grab at pleasure.
He sat in his chair, tapping the note to his lips. Tonight he had to make it special.
She looked around…candles, music, and dinner keeping warm in the oven. Baby at her Mom, being spoiled rotten she was sure. She heard the key in the door and took her place. They enter by the kitchen door, walking around to the living room. “Honey- you home?” He smiles at the violin player, whose gasp made him turn to the low back couch.
Her bare leg sliding over the back of the couch, showing up to her thigh. Her hand, arm followed up over the back, his body wishing she was rubbing him, as she sat up, her hair just covering her bare breast as she said “Did you bring me that gift?”
She screamed, dropping back on the sofa, the violin player almost drop his instrument, leaving him to break out in laughter.
She sat in a robe, eating the chocolate covered strawberry he was feeding her, as the violin played softly from across the room. “The look on your face, the scream…” She blushed at his teasing, and licked the juices off his fingers. As she sucked one into her mouth, he drew in a sharp breath. “I think it’s time the violin went home.” She bite at the tip of his finger, and slowly moved her leg, the robe falling away to show her thigh. “I would like that.” She whisper, her voice deeper then normal.
As the man left, money in hand, she covered her legs back up. They man had seen more of her then he should of already. The door closed, locked. He turned to her and smiled. He went to the briefcase on the counter and pulled out the teddy. She laughed, standing up from the chair and walked to him. “You held up your part of the deal, so…” She reached out for the lace, but he pulled it away. “I brought you something else to wear.” He pulls out a silk black mask. She smiled and turned around, letting him place it over her eyes. She wonders what he would think of the gift she had hidden upstairs for him. She felt his hands at her robe’s belt, his lips at her cheek, the leather bustier forgotten until later.
* Come on- you think I would let this day go by without a little story? lol *
Copyright: SKW 2007
Hunting is fun!
15:57 Feb 14 2007
Times Read: 924
I woke up, hot. Pushing the flannel sheet and blanket off me, the cold air hits my back… brrr. I roll over to my back, bringing the sheet up. I close my eyes…and problems at work come into my mind. Power Track my ass… I open my eyes, knowing I was awake for a while. I get out of bed to go to the kitchen for some water, seeing it is 3:00am.
Grab the laptop out of its case on the kitchen table, I take it back to bed with me. A few minutes of rating and I feel my mind calm. Talking in the vamp box, and I say goodnight, ready to sleep another hour or so before the alarm rings. :)
I roll on my stomach, pillow to my chest, and close my eyes, falling asleep easy…when the freaking roosters start to crow. Eyes pop open and I roll over to my back, pillow over my face, cussing a blue streak. I pull the pillow off my face and look at the still darken window across from my bed. What the hell is with them? It is just after 5:00am. lol
I take a few deep breaths to let my anger go, then roll over to my side, pillow under my chest, and I try to fall back to sleep. I started to count backwards from a thousand. 999, 998, 997, rooster crow, 996, 995, rooster crows, 994, 993, 992, 991, 990… crows. You get the pattern, right? LOL
However, I feel the counting working as my body relaxes. I let my mind slip from the count…and it went to another place.
A white fence, green fields as far as I can see. Sun warn on my face. I turn to see someone- I have no ideal who standing next to a trap thrower. Now these are a little machine hunters use to practice their shooting skills. It throws a clay pigeon (disk) up in the air, and you shot at the moving target. I have used this before, so nothing new. What was new was the target.
I am standing there in jeans, sweater, and an orange hunter vest. I put the shotgun up to my shoulder firmly, and I yell out pull. Rooster crow…then it flies in front of me, over my head and I shot it. Feather goes everywhere. “999” I smiled, happy and yell out for another. “Pull” The rooster flies, the sound of its crow, and I shoot. “998” *evil grin* And the shotgun didn't even hurt my shoulder from the kick of it. Got to love that. lol
Last I remember I was at number 963, and then I do not remember anything until the alarm went off. What can I say- my desires come out in my dreams.
:)
A cat, rat and a bird. :)
14:48 Feb 06 2007
Times Read: 947
Rat pulled up the rifle and checked the scope, the cross hairs on the eagle’s chest as it sat in the treetop. “Just keep right there, bird.” The rat opens the chamber, loading the shell. “Protected my ass…don’t see any Federal Marshals around here, now do we?”The rat laughs as she lifts the rifle, taking sight…when a large shadow falls onto her from behind.
She turns quickly, hiding the rifle behind her as she looks up at the cat. “Hey there kitty. Nice kitty” The cat leans in and growls, the rats whiskers pushed back, her fur blown flat from the wind of the warning growl.
As the cat lift her paw out, the rat hands over the rifle, and gives the cat a small smile. Cat looks at the rat, then up at the eagle. Rat hears the eagle call out, swearing it is laughing at her. The cat gives the rat one last look of warning, throws the rifle aside.
“Meow” the rat says softly as the cat turns back to her, eyes narrow in warning. The cat turns, flicking her tail as she walks away. Eagle takes flight, coming closer to the rat as the cat moves away.
The rat looks up as the eagle calls out and BAM! The well aimed poop lands right in the rat’s face.
The rat listens as the eagle laughs, wiping her face clean. “Just you wait bird. Cat will not be around all the time to save those tail feathers.”
ROFL.. sorry sisters, but you know how my mind plays. :)
Witness To Thy Sin.
03:48 Feb 04 2007
Times Read: 955
The preacher pulled on his coat as Mrs. Jones finished putting on her lipstick. “We have to stop this. My husband is a good man. He does not deserve this.” The preacher smiles, and turns to look at her, thinking her guilt was right on cue. “He has no reason to be suspicious of us. Just go home and act normal. I will see you Sunday.”
He leaves the hotel room, the white collar bright against the black cloth before he holds his coat closed over it. He glances at the hookers standing on the street corner, the cars slowing down as they sale their bodies. Getting into the vehicle, he pulled out of the parking lot.
She watched from the darkness of shadow, seeing the woman leave a few minutes later. Nervous, she had a hard time putting her key into the car’s ignition, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. A minute later, she watched the woman pull away, the car’s movements jerky, like the woman was afraid.
She pulled the last of the cigarette smoke deep into her lungs, and spoke to no one. “Make me a witness to thy sin.”
Weeks later, he left the church by the back door, going toward his pickup, the streetlight above fighting little of the darkness back. He clicked the button, locks clicking open. She step out from behind the truck and he stop, stun by her beauty. She was thin, her clothing of black short skirt, laced up boots. The tank top showed she wore no bra on this cold night. Her face was dirty, hair messed. She notice how his eyes returned to her breast as he pulled off his coat, concern coming to his face.
“Are you alright, my child? Here- let me help you.” She stood still as he wrapped the coat around her shoulders, started to rub her shoulders. “I need to talk to someone. I have to …” She let out a small cry and he pulled her close, the cold metal of his cross touching her skin. “Child, I will help you.” She turned her face away to hide her smile, thinking to herself that she bet he would.
“Take me out of the darkness.” She spoke and moved her hands around his waist, shifting her body closer to him. She felt him stiffen a little and she turned her face toward his neck, her voice weak, and body soft. “Out of doubt.” Her lips touched his neck and she felt his hands moving under the coat to her waist. “I…We need to …” As he spoke softly, she felt his control leaving him, desire fill him. His heart raced, the pulse at his neck pounding. She closed her eyes, her hunger for blood trying to over power her.
She pushed her hips into him, her hands slowly stroke his lower back as she pulled the shirt out of his pants. “I will not weigh you down with good intentions.” She opens her mouth, sucking at the rough skin under his chin. He step back, and took her hand into his. He turned toward the church, but she pulled him back. She lowered the tailgate of the truck bed. As he looks around the empty parking lot, she lets his hand go.
He watches as she pulls his coat off, sits on the tailgate, moves backward to lie on her back, pulling up her skirt. She wore nothing underneath, and he felt his body harden. She opens her legs wide, her hands rubbing the inside of her thighs as she spoke to him, her voice summoning him to her. “Will we burn in heaven, like we do down here? Will the change come as we are waiting? Everyone is waiting…” He watches as she buried one hand between her legs, holding the other one out to him.
He climbs into the truck, lying between her legs, as he kisses her, hands going to squeeze her breast. She brings her legs up, taking her feet between his legs, holding him at his knees. He moved his mouth to her breast as he pulled at the thin cloth that covered them. She arched her back, looking up at the streetlight, the darkness that surrounds it. She felt the darkness grow inside her, felt the hunger she fought to keep at bay rush in like the tide, unable and unwilling to stop it.
She used her legs and arms to flip them, pinning him under her. He looked up and she saw his own darkness on his face, what he kept hidden from so many. “What do you think…” He stops as he felt something he knew, but only in a small way. You see - true darkness was here, even though he could not see it. “When we're done soul searching, as we carried the weight…” He could only watch as her face changed. She aged before him, her mouth shifting, fang appearing. Her eyes went black and he reached for his cross, to stun to scream. As his hand touched his cross, hers covered his. His faith had deserted him. But had he not deserted it?
She leaned into him and spoke softly. “And die for the cause, is misery made beautiful right before our eyes?” She moved swiftly and he felt a sharp pain on the side of his neck. Able to scream a short cry, he felt warmth coat his throat, his shoulder. He grabs at her hair, pulling at her, but it caused him more pain at his neck. He hit at her back; his legs kicking at her, his body trying to push her off…then he could not breathe. He felt cold all of a sudden, his hands numb. His body weakens as he felt the pull at his throat, the sound of her feeding.
She drank, giving her body what it craved, taking his life. She stop just before the end and spoke into his ear, knowing he would die within seconds as his heart pumped the last of his blood out of the vein she rip open. “Will mercy be revealed? Or blind us where we stand? Will the change come while we are waiting? I am waiting.” She moved to his side, reaching down to pull his cross off him, the cold metal useless on a man with no faith. The lower half of her face, neck covered with his blood, she looks down at him. “Will you burn in heaven, like you did here on earth?” she asked him, his eyes looking into her own, into darkness, coming into it.
The street light flickers, goes out.
* Inspired by the song Witness by Sarah McLachlan.
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