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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

An interesting turn of events

Ok, I saw the name thing on JeN's site and I found it amusing. Although I didn't take it quite as far as Darkeros.

Ok, so a little change in pace, I've been talking with G and we're...taking a break? Stopping the topping? *Groans* I really did just think it, so I had to write it. But yes, we're going to remain in touch and as friends but nothing else will be going on.

I've come to a point where I need to...figure stuff out. So while I will continue to write it won't necessarily be on here, if you'd like the site of my other blog please email me. Though I do plan on writing more stories and posting them on here strictly. Well depending on the subject matter of course.

I wish you all well over the holidays, just in case I don't get back here, though I prol'ly will.

A bientot mes amies!

EroticFae

|| by Fae ||
12:34:00 AM |

"Get up, Please Get up!" He shook her body lightly, but it was no use. He had broken this one too. Like so many dolls they kept breaking on him. None had thus far lasted more than a month with him. He was becoming desperate. I should really try to feed them more often He thought to himself, perhaps that was why they broke so easily.

He wanted someone to fight with him, they always fought at first; especially when he started choking them. His hand wrapped so lovingly around their delicate throats, the veins in his thumbs pulsing as he pressed harder and harder. They would scratch and try to rip out his eyes, and he would laugh at their futile efforts. They would fall unconscious and he'd revive them.

He never meant to break them.

Why do they keep breaking on me?

He Looked down at the broken mess, a tangle of sheets, arms and legs. One would think she was sleeping at first, at least until they saw her eyes. A vivid ice blue, set off on pale ivory skin with sable hair. Open, glassy, a distant look in them. Very much like a dolls. Her fragile features adding to the China doll like appearance.

He dressed her in a white nightgown, and carried her down to the sleeping Chamber to be with the others.

He placed her gently down, and arranged her hair nicely. A tear even slid down his cheek.

"My poor beautiful Snow White,* He paused as he picked up the red lipstick tube with careful deliberance, "Lips as red as blood, Skin as white as snow" His fingers trailed over his cheek when he finished applying the lipstick, "I'll have to find a new one now, but I did well in picking you. I think, a red haired beauty will suit next, after all it is little red riding hood I'm after now, I did tell you about her didn't I? She was here just a few weeks ago, all those nasty ghosts and goblins, a sweet darling riding hood walking her wolf around the block. I've been watching her. I knew you wouldn't last much longer. It really is too bad. You were my favourite," He closed the lid and walked back upstairs as the doorbell chimed. He opened the door and smiled,

"Hello Mr. Lewis, I'm here for my dance lessons." The young red haired girl smiled up at the kind man, and he grinned back, wolfishly.

"Come on in my dear, let's see what we can teach you today hmm?"

He shut the door behind her and glanced once more at the six freezers in the basement before closing and locking the door.

|| by Fae ||
9:12:00 PM |

|| by Fae ||
12:47:00 AM |

I've been feeling a little wacky lately....ok maybe very wacky. I'm now feeling a little out of it, combination starting to get a cold (Boo!!!!) and sugar high...mmm junior mints! And skor! and Hersey's bar...Cookies'n'Cream baby! I think I've had enough chocolate tonight to kill a dog.

cause they're not supposed to eat it...you know?

*singing*
I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas! ~ x3 (pronounced normally)

I like to ate, ate, ate apples and bananas! x3 (Long A sound i.e. I'm Canadian eh? )

I like to Iet Iet, Iet, ipples and binini's! x3 (Long 'I')

I like to oat, oat, oat, opples and bononos! x3 (Long 'o')

Oh kay......I think I'm tired too.

Did anyone else see Harry Pooter and the goblet of Fire? c'mon you closet Poter lovers, you know you did!

It was good, nothing like the book....except that they had a...hmm, perhaps I shouldn't say, ahh, but if you read the book you're safe.

They have a Triwizard Tournament, and the tasks are the same. That's about it. Oh an Big V comes back with a vengeance...they did well choosing Ralph Fiennes. I think that's who they chose. Ah well, Vive la vie Boheme!

I don't know, don't ask me why I said it, probably cause I wanna see Rent...oh and I'm goin' nuts, this is my second night in a row staying home with no place to be or go, or anyone to be with. I think I'm borderline....

|| by Fae ||
9:25:00 PM |

Ed. Note: I wrote this in the heat of the moment, I know I was feeling selfish and more than a little petty. I do not recant any part of it and
acknowledge that some it of may not be true though at the time it was written it seemed like it was and that is all that really matters. Parts of it still remain valid points and complete truth in my opinion and frighten me more than a little in that I have no idea where my life is leading me and that I seem to have only the knowledge that I am not where I am supposed to be at this time in my life. Some days I just wish my dad were here to talk to...



I sit here ready to burst in to tears, listening to a new c.d. I want to screeam and rant and rave because it's all just so not fair.

I'm hollow and empty and it's becoming the norm. I surround myself with things because buying stuff seems to make it better. If only for a little while.

I'm tired of being the crap under everyone's feet. I'm tired of being in the way, and not fitting where I so easily used to belong.

The Square peg trying to fit into the round hole has become the euphemism for my life. For me and I don't like it one bit.

I'm stagnating and rotting as a person in this cave of mine. I can't write anything half decent.

What I do write becomes bits and pieces of something that has no point, has no reason or rhyme. Fragments.

Like the way I feel. Parts of me are happy, the rest of me is bitterly sad. I'm twisting and writhing and becoming the wraith I wrote about so long ago.

My soul is slowly being sucked dry.

I'm not on the right path, I know that with every fiber of my being, and I don't know how to get off it. How do I change what I've become, how do I stop myself from becoming
so utterly lost that I have no way of returning to the person I know I can be again.

|| by Fae ||
12:27:00 AM |

I had just finished turning the computer off for the night and had put the cats in my mom's bedroom and shut the door. I hurried into my room because I was eager to attempt something with my moms digital camera that I had never tried before.

My door was shut, my lights turned on and I was wearing nothing but a tiny yellow g-string, I laid my stomach on the bed, my ass pointing towards the camera sitting on the desk behind me. Click, Flash, grind, the picture was taken....I figured it out, how to use the timer. I can take those pictures for Him as soon as my laundry is done, I bite my lip and writhe a little on the bed, surprised at how excited that picture got me. I lay back, propped against my pillows. Holding the camera out I take a picture from the front of the lacy yellow fabric....I shiver a little aftreward. I've made my decision. I put the camera down, I walk over and turn off the lights, both the overhead and my nightstand touch lamp. I crawl beneath the covers and hurriedly tap off a quick text msg to Him. I'm rubbing my thighs together the whole time. The lights shining through my bedroom making the room seem as though it's bathed in moon light, when really it's just the weak glow from the lamps in the alley of the red bricks. I imagine it's the moons glow, it's more sensual that way. He messages me back. He'll call me in the morning, I smile gladly and jump as the vibrator touches my clit. I need it so badly, I'm almost dripping, and I'm writhing urgently. I awkwardly tap off another quick message, asking him if I can cum. I'm so close, I can feel it building, but I take a few deep breaths, he always says yes. He loves knowing that I come for him when I go to bed and knowing that more than likely I will dream of him.

"No pet you must wait to cum for me when I phone in the morning."

No?! Christ-on-a-crutch! I'm whimpering quietly into my down duvet, I'm jerking and breathing deeply. I'm tempted to let myself cum anyway, I gyrate my hips, my ass hitting down on the mattress before lifting higher, pushing me that much closer. I open my eyes and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. I feel my body still, I breathe deeply and try to ignore it, I want it so badly....the release, the comfort of it it usually takes so long but tonight...oh tonight was beautiful and then he said no. I pull the vibrator off my clit, I'm shaking, trembling with the effort it takes to turn it off and place it in the drawer beside my bed. I curl up in a ball, closing my eyes and breathing deeply, slowing my breaths so I can fall asleep.

Slick bodies slide against each other, mouths meeting briefly and sliding down to bite on the side of a neck. Bodies shudder and whimpers and moans escape from quiet mouths.

"Andrea wheres my jacket!?" I sit up in bed, throw on my robe, grab mum's jacket and run it down to her. "Thank-you,"

"Welcum. Night," I scurry back upstairs, my eyes still half shut and climb into my still warm bed. I close my eyes and sigh briefyl falling back into a deep sleep. Damn her for ruining that dream. Although I will admit, it wasn't him I dreamt about.

I've been agoninzing...ok not quite agonizing over but, generally wondering what to write to Balthazar as I have told him I would write him a letter. And though I'm not certain I think it was my subconcious telling me to get on with it, write about this. But How? *Sigh* or rather as JeN says *le sigh*.

It's Noon now, he hasn't called...It's 6am there and I've nudged him once on MSN, and sent him a text msg, my body is still calling out for a release. I need him to be there for it, I want to hear his voice urging me on, demanding that I come for him. I know he's fallen asleep and he usually falls.....deep asleep. My body is covered with goosebumps, shiver spots, and generally well received tingles.

Odd thing is, it's a form of punishment, but he's not aware he's done it.

|| by Fae ||
11:44:00 AM |

Funny How you try to write one thing and another completely different aspect comes tumbling out isn't it? I was supposed to write an erotic poem, and apparently my muse for the night wasn't from Dirty Thoughts at all. Just mostly from my own experiences. Funny how the one thing I fear, I've come to accept and know it's inevitable, but is it fair to be left feeling like it follows me everywhere?

|| by Fae ||
11:30:00 PM |