A deer, bear and hunter...
14:40 Mar 17 2007
Times Read: 1,026
I went to bed last night thinking of pinky fingers. *winks*
You know sometimes my dreams reflect what I read, and see? This was one of those dreams…
A buck in the woods, eating the grass, birds singing. Think Snow White here. LOL Then a hunter takes aim and shoots it in the head. (Ok- the dream did not get to graphic on this part, as I hate the idea of hunting)
Before the hunters can move in a big male Black Bear appears. Now the bear… well….he goes over to the deer and picks up the deer’s rear-end and slaps it, saying “Ohhh… nice ass there deer.”
The bear starts having sex with the dead deer, while he is singing Prince’s song “Let’s Go Crazy.”
After he is done, he lets the dead deer drop to the ground and strikes the famous John Travolta move off the Saturday Night Fever disco movie. He leaves, still singing that damn song.
Out comes the hunters, and they go to the deer, one asking the other if they were going to keep it. The one said yes- breeding is natural between animals, poor stupid animal.
That is when I woke up, laughed, turning over to my other side, snuggle up to a pillow and went right back to sleep.
Maybe I have to add the Vampire Radio to the list of journal I should not visit before bed… Nope, it is too much fun. However, I do have that stupid song stuck in my head.
Oh come on- it was just a dream.
The Need.
00:09 Mar 08 2007
Times Read: 1,043
She felt the hunger in her body increase as she moved closer to him, her need growing.
His body stiffen, reaction to her desire, his skin craving her touch, heart beating faster, the need growing.
She moves between his legs, sliding her hands over his shoulders.
He closed his eyes, his skin taking pleasure from her touch.
She bends down, kissing his lips, her tongue seeking his.
He opens his mouth, her tongue stroking his as he moved a hand to into her hair.
She filled his mouth with a low sound of need, a moan for what she truly needed.
He felt her hands move along his neck, stroking his veins as she moved her hands.
She ended the kiss, moving her body backwards, taking his hand.
He stood, following her toward the bed, his eyes on her back, curve of her buttocks.
She climbs onto the bed, taking his hand to her wetness, letting him feel her need.
He slips fingers into her, stroking her need as his own grew, his heart beating faster.
She grasps his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin, drawing blood.
He massages her hot velvet, her soft cries of arousal making him ready, his need stronger.
She cried out as he brought one of her needs to its satisfaction, his blood an added scent.
He growled, pushing her down as he climb into the bed, his hand pulling out of her.
She pulled at his hair, and spoke, her voice soft. “The need is strong tonight.”
He answered, his body pushing into hers. “I have many needs tonight.”
She moved her knees upward to her chest, the pressure increased were he joined her.
He closed his eyes, his arms moving under her knees to hold her still as he pushed hard.
She screamed out, her back arching, her hands moving along his back.
His hips set the pace, the use of his thighs adding to the movement of the bed.
Her body accepted his need, rushed to meet it, as his hair brushed her breast.
His lips at her neck, tasting her sweat as she burned in his arms.
She watched as he moved his lips down to her breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
He felt her climax, the way her walls tighten around him, and he smiled.
She moved her hands to his hips, stroking the curve of his lower back.
He felt her hands on him, and moved his mouth to the swell of her breast.
She felt him change, not needing to see him to know, able to feel it.
He spoke, his voice different, “The need…”
She answered, “Yes.”
He moved his arms from her knees, as he let his body take that it desired, plunging into her as hard as he can.
She watched his arms move to brace himself just above her shoulders, muscles bunching.
He felt her body tighten as another climax took her, her body grip in its pleasure, its need.
She felt his need, knowing it was peaking along with hers.
He looked down at her, sweat on his chest and face, as his hips piston into her for the last few strokes.
She turned her face, her sharp nail cutting into his vein at his wrist.
He grunted, and started to fill her with his seed, his upper body falling onto hers.
She took his wrist to her mouth and clamping her mouth around the cut, her checks tighten as she sucked his blood.
He watched her feeding, the need being meet, watching her.
She felt the blood drain down her mouth as she turned her face, moving his wrist above her mouth, the hot liquid she so desired, his heart beat making the blood flow.
He felt the fangs sink in more, the pain of her tearing into his soft tender skin marked by her before.
She felt the energy in her increase, her senses increased, coming awake from a long sleep, the haze clearing from her brain.
He felt her body release him as he grew smaller, slipping out of her.
She felt him leave her body, his scent, the way his hair shine in the soft light of the room, the touch of his body on hers, the beauty of his eyes, his giving to her this gift of life.
He smiles at her, knowing her helped her stay well, that she needed him, would suffer without him.
She tasted the last of the blood she would take from him, and ended the bite, licking the last of the blood from his wound.
He lay with her, as her arms moved around him, holding him close, felt her love and respect for him, what he was willing to give.
She felt how he was a peace, his gift given to her, need meet by his love for her, his desire to please her.
He needed to give to her.
She needed to take from him.
The need.
Visit to the VR family. :)
13:21 Mar 02 2007
Times Read: 1,054
Unable to sleep I go onto VR to rate, seeing no one I talk to online. I rated a little, returned a few messages and turned off the laptop when I started yawning. Rolling over, snuggle up to the pillow and had this dream of the VR’s animal planet. LOL. This is a rat’s tale… (Think of Tom and Jerry, The Roadrunner:)
Rat (Me) is unable to sleep, so I set out to find someone to talk with. I walk over to the puppy (RedQueen- aka Fang) and steps up to her side, seeing she is asleep. Using the spiked collar as a back scratchier, letting out the comments of “Oh yes baby… right there. That’s the spot.” See me standing there with my leg shaking like a dogs when you scratch that sweet spot. LOL As I scratch my back, looking at the puppy, I see her eyes are still closed. Rat gives out a deep sigh and crosses her arms over her chest. Now what?
Smiling I walk down the puppy’s side and to her tail. I pick it up and tug on it. Nothing. I lean my entire rat’s weight to it, yanking hard, letting out a grunt… nothing. Frustrated I pick the tail up, and, with a flash of white teeth (yes- my rat is vain. Lol) I bite the puppies’ tail. The next second the rat is flying thru the air, hitting a wall as the puppy rolls over to her belly, tucking her tail under her.
Rat slowly slides down the wall, leaving little scratch marks on the wall. Thump! “I’m ok, don’t worry about me.”
Next comes the Eagle (Elemental) Rat finds her in her nice soft nest, sleeping away. Limping a little, the rat goes to her friend, tapping her on her beak. Nothing. The rat opens one of the eagle’s eyelids, and the eagle just snort, turning away. “Fine” the rat said, going down to the eagles wings, seeing a feather that is begging to be pulled. Rat gets a firm hold, right at the base… when she is launched up into the air like a little missile, hitting the ceiling. “Ouch.” Rat shakes her head, the stars floating around her, pointing at them saying “Pretty.” Then she falls down to the floor. Thump! You hear a little moan. The birdy just tucks her wings back in and continues to sleep.
The cat is next. The rat limps over, holding her arm as she leans into the cat’s (Nightgame) soft fur. She takes a few minutes to rest, then moves up to the kitty’s face. She strokes the kitty nose, hearing her purr. “Sis… you awake?” Nothing. She moves to the Kitty ear, jumping up to grab it, pulling it down so she could talk into it. “Kitty- are you…” Rat sails along the desktop as the cat’s paw came up to scratch at her ear. Rat slides along, hitting pens like a small furry bowling ball. Rolling over the computer mouse, she grabs the cord as she keeps going to the desk’s edge.
Over the little rat, goes, hanging by the mouse’s cord, dangling in the air. She smiles… safe, until she feels it giving as her weight pulls the mouse toward her. She looks up and then down. She looks at you and said in her little rat voice, “Damn. I knew I should have not eaten that cheesecake.” She falls, landing on her back with a small grunt. The mouse landing on top of her with a large Thump! You hear a whimper.
Rat slowly walks over to the tiger (Jabiless) and moves to lay on him, in his warm heavy fur. To weak to try to wake him, and have learn her lesson to leave her family alone as they sleep, she curls up to him, falling asleep. His paw covers her gently, his low purr in her ear as she smile, safe.
Thus- the “tail” of the Rat’s dream ends as I wake this morning.
LOL… I am just so very strange.
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