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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I love this Poem!!

Okay, I was reading back in Andrea's blurty and I found this poem, she agreed to let me put this on my site...I think it kinda works with the theme, although it's more horrifying then erotic.
Erotic Fae


He lies there in the blood spattered room
white tiles polka dotted with blood
the stench of death,
of the rotting cadaver,
permeates.

his face masticated by the whip
his intestines futilely held in his hands
so sexy in the pool of red cells that once was his lifes blood
the blood on his cheek drip drip
dripping

pooling into his open chest.
rivers of blood soakng into his clothes
the drain is clogged by his heel
the bone cracked and splintered
forced into the small opening

I laugh in tortured glee
at the monstrosity you've become
the horror of horrors.
death has made you more beautiful than life

you are perfection
the maggots wriggle their way into your brain
life springs forth eternal
and I sit
covered in your blood
beside you

my soulless eyes wondering
the whip cracks
and the skin is flayed from your arms
wondering
always wondering
how you still look so alive and untouched
and unharmed by mundane human matters
like the
torture of Love

Andrea.

|| by Fae ||
7:54:00 PM |

My Blog I mean...not that there was really anything wrong in the first place but, as you can see I've got the picture that we settled on up and I've widened my paragraph space so I don't feel so much like I'm reading a column.

I dislike reading columns...it irritates my eyes.

Or maybe I'm just picky but that is me.

Again I'm digressing, I'm getting to the point where I am becoming more depressed, it happens about once a month...(you do the math) so I've been expecting it. I feel like I want to weep, and if you knew me you would be shocked at this point. It's not even just crying, I want to weep. I picture myself in a mid-1800's hoop skirt with flowers in my hair and it's falling about my face in cascades of curls, with my arms crossed on a stonebench, my forehead resting on them as I weep 'gracefully'. Tiny sobs that make my "abundant" chest heave and leave tear trails across my cheeks. I also picture a tall dark and handsome man coming my way with a gorgeous horse and asking "What's wrong Milady?" to which of course I reply by wiping my tears away, standing up and brushing off my skirt before looking him directly in the eye and saying. "If t'was any of your business sir, which I'm sure it's not, I'd have to tell you 'nothing' For t'was in fact nothing at all that made me cry,"

Now if that isn't the most pathetically female, and mind boggling thing to say, I clearly don't know what is...except for...

"Can I have your crop kind sir?"

;)
EroticFae

|| by Fae ||
10:19:00 PM |

Hello All!
Yes a post...interestingly enough it is being done from my very own computer room in my very own home and on my brand fuckin-new computer...hee hee. Yes I'm having fun, I'm in the midst of ripping songs from c.d.'s scanning pictures and trying to name the singers of songs and giving them they're proper title.

I suck at that. Ask me movie trivia and I'll kick ass, music? Pthhhtp. Not a friggin' chance. Like I said....I suck. I couldn't even remember that Three Days Grace sings I Hate Everything About You, and c'mon that's a great angry song that everyone should know.

Mmm, Movie Trivia....we played scene it the other night...*Big grin* I love that game...I mean who else would get that pictures of a bison, ten dollar bill, an eel and a man make the movie Bicentenial Man...Granted I had seen that one three or four times before....and this is only my third time playing the bloody game. Mmm, but movies are great things. It's a good thing I work in a movie store eh what?

ok, so now I get to the good part of my post.

The past few nights I've been having either extremely scary dreams or extremely erotic dreams. Sometimes even a mixture of both. Which disturbs me enough to wake me up. Given this I am extremely tired a lot now. But I digress, (Can you tell I've been Reading Robert Aspirin again?)

Dream Sequence 1

I come in the door from a day at the office, I'm wearing black vamp toed high heels a short black skirt with black pantyhose with the line down the back and a black satin button down shirt with a white satin and lace camisole underneath, I'm not wearing a bra but I do have on a white thong and white garters to hold up the hose. As I walk in the door I stifle a yawn and put my bags down on a kitchen chair. I walk to the stairs and climb them slowly, almost dragging my feet I'm so tired. I go into the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom and begin running water for a bath. I open the package of Epsom salts and pour about a cup and a half into the water and I strip down, and slide into the tub. I'm relaxing and drifting off to sleep when I hear a voice say something (It's always the same thing but I can never actually 'understand' what he says, although in the dream I do...it's strange).

All of a sudden I'm sitting in front of a man and I scramble to try and get out of the tub but he wraps his arms around my torso and under my arms so I'm stuck and his legs spread mine, he's behind me so his legs should be surrounding mine but he puts his feet between my legs and spreads me open. I struggle even though I know I'd never win he is far superior physically to me. So I struggle against him in the tub and I feel his erection growing and pressing against my back and it makes me gag. But all he does, all he ever does is caress my breasts, molding them almost, very gently and sometime if I haven't woken up by now he strokes my clit until I orgasm. Which is usually when I wake up.

It's as though all he wants is to bring me pleasure, that's all. and even though in my dream I struggle at first I end up relaxing in to him and letting him touch me and I never once say "No" wouldn't you think that if you didn't want something you would say "No"? I sure do....So that's the first dream, it never lasts very long the other one is a little different.

Dream Sequence 2

I'm in bed sleeping, wearing my normal bed clothes, which is nothing. I know I'm sleeping with someone because I remember falling asleep in his arms and feeling safe and warm and content(Ugh, I hate that but it is the truth). I slowly begin to wake up, to him kissing his way down my body and I move to reach down and my arms are tied to the headboard. I can't move them as hard as I tug, he tsk-tsk's me, and bites my side making me arch off the bed and I feel something cold rolling over my skin. I blink the sleep out of my eyes and He's holding "Henri" (My purpple power house vibe) and he grins at me and continues kissing down my stomach and then my thighs always missing but moving closer and closer to my clit with both the cold vibe (which is starting to warm up)and his mouth. When he finally turns the vibe on my clit I'm writhing and practically going nuts on the bed. My body is arching towards him, begging for release even though I clamp my lips tight refusing to give the words he wants to hear so badly. Each time I get close to orgasming, he rips "Henri" away and soothes me by whispering softly in my ear and stroking my face gently. He brings me down to a place of contentment until I'm almost asleep again and rips me away from that by turning the vibe back on and placing it against my clit. He does this to me three or four times and I still haven't given him the words when he puts the vibe back on me and I orgasm so hard I rib one of the scarves he tied me up with. When I'm relaxed again I tell him he owes me 20 dollars and a new scarf. I wrap my arms around him. Kiss him softly and slip back to sleep.

That's it. That's all....interesting isn't it? The weird thing is in both dreams the guy is the same and I haven't got a clue who he is, i can never see his face it's either behind me or too dark in the room.

The Psychic I saw a while ago said I should start writing my dreams down because my dreams have a touch on my life they show me things that may come to pass. That scares me a little....and excites me at the same time.

I'm signing off Now.
EroticFae

|| by Fae ||
11:12:00 AM |

Now I just have to remember to check it. and to find a way to put it on the template or some such thing...*calls Jen*

Okay I didn't really but I will be and she'll help me out...I hope. oh, and I do have an story that will be put up on Pyxii's site a.k.a. Andrea....I would make the name a link but I can't remember how....damn this is getting pathetic her blurty address is on the left <-- see it over there? yeah it'll be on there at some point. I can't say when because her computer is still crashed and not looking good at the moment. maybe I'll drag her up to the library so she has to do it. Who knows...oh!
Big news!
sorry make that...

HUGE NEWS!!!!!

The assitant manager at my store left, and now there may be an opening for me to move up. Hopefully! *crossing my fingers* I have the training books and everything so I'm hoping it all works out. *knocks on wood* Anyway, I must run hope you all have a spankerriffic day.

|| by Fae ||
4:46:00 PM |