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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
A Not So Hot but Still Kinda Hot Tale.
She stares at the door. So black against the white of her hand, her fingers, so delicate and tiny. So easily crushed, crunched, folded.
She whimpers and gasps, almost writhing where she stands. Her hand numb and tingly, stuck. The door opens and the crushed digit gapes at her, it would almost look normal if it wasn't for the impression cutting across the skin. She turns her hand and stares at the open wound on the other side. The skin flapping with blood rising to the surface, not quite passing the layer of tissue paper thin skin. She closes her eyes and feels her body waver a little, then she stiffens and walks the path to the drugstore. Holding the hand carefully letting all who cares to see, view the gaping wound.
She gets the antibiotic ointment, some bandages, even contemplates the acid like sting of rubbing alcohol and decides against it. She couldn't handle that right now. In the bathroom she squeezes the ointment on to the bandage and then wraps it around the finger, tricky bastard doesn't want to stay on so she wraps a second around it on the opposite side. Joy of Joys she feels better already.
She rushes to the nearest clothing store and proceeds to spend about sixty dollars on clothing, as tries on the clothing she ignores the thrill, the tingles rising up her back, the feeling of complete relaxation rolling through her veins.
Maybe that's why she didn't mind spending almost eight hundred dollars.
Yes this is how my Boxing Day Shopping began, as soon as I got to the parking lot, my finger...the car door....my pain. I didn't like it much at the time, and I teared up, but no crying was had. Although my mascara ran, apparently the mascara in my stocking stuffer was not waterproof. And if you really want to know what I bought, ask and ye shall receive...the knowledge not the items.
EroticFae
Here ya'll go, have look at my booboo.
Fae.
It looks a lot worse than that and as soon as I can I'll be taking a better pic for ya'll...hey I could post this as an HNT Couldn't I?....it is Thursday after all...what site do I comment on? Would someone comment for me, cause I don't remember....or...you know, leave me a link and I;'ll update it all as soon as I can...ok? Thanks!
Your crazy and tired friend.....Fae.
|| by Fae ||
11:53:00 PM |
 
Thursday, December 22, 2005
A whole new side of HNT.
Ok, so last time you got a bum view, now for your viewing pleasure, a slightly older version. Meaning of course that I've aged..*sigh,* I'm now 22.
Before you know it I'll be complaining about arthritis, and memory-loss...sore bones, and how I ache everytime the weather changes...
In like another 20 years...dear lord, three years and I'm 1/4 of a century....But I guess I'm to be envied right? 22? Must sound good to someone out there? I've started realizing how true the whole "Grass is Greener" thing is.
Anyway, I'm sure you're wanting to see the pic aren't you? *Sigh,* You guys are always after my body.
You know sometimes a girl just wants to talk y'know? How come we never talk anymore? It's because there's someone else isn't there!? *Sob* You've met someone and..oh wait this is just for HNT isn't it?
Oh well, nevermind that then, I'll just get on with it shall I?
|| by Fae ||
1:08:00 AM |
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Happy Birthday to Me!!!
Being as Today is my birthday, 22nd to be exact. I decided to research, remember and basically dig up anything I could in astrology and gemstones on ...well my birthdate, So here are just a few things I found
On This Site this is what I found, and most I think is pretty accurate.
Your personal ruling planets are Jupiter and Moon.
You have a buoyant, cheerful disposition and reach out to others in a warm, open, friendly way. Your emotional generosity and lack of pettiness is well known among your circle of friends, and people often seek you out for help, sympathy, or advice. You are always willing to overlook others' faults, and you sometimes overdo your charitableness.
You are emotional about work and health issues usually throwing yourself into the latter, particularly if personal affairs aren't faring too well. It's almost like a substitute for other forms of work. Bigger, Better, More is your motto. But hiding behind your excessive work patterns as a means of escape isn't the way to resolve those issues. You may also become fastidiously pre-occupied with your own abilities and sense of worth. Jupiter often produces a rather large ego - usually with good intentions. But plenty of things that didn't succeed were started with the same good motives. Pursue your goals with passion and compassion, throw in a little modesty and by all means satisfy that part of your character that is attracted to the unusual or curious by nature.
Your lucky colours are cream and white and green.
Your lucky gems are moonstone or pearl.
Your lucky days of the week Monday, Thursday, Sunday.
Your lucky numbers and years of important change are 2, 11, 20, 29, 38, 47, 56, 65, 74.
From This Site I found out my birth number is 8. Which apparently means I am "The Big Shot,"
Here's what they say about all of us "8's" out there.
8's are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grandiose plans and like to live the good life. They are take charge people. They view people objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. They should learn to base their decisions on their own needs rather than on what others want.
Famous 8's: Edgar Cayce March 18, 1877, Barbra Streisand April 24, 1942, George Harrison Feb 25, 1943, Jane Fonda Dec 21, 1937, Lucille Ball Aug 6, 1911, Pablo Picasso Oct 25, 1881, Aretha Franklin March 25, 1942, Wayne Gretzky Jan 26, 1961
From various sites came the knowledge that my birthday gemstones include, Turquoise, Blue Topaz, Iolite, Tanzanite
Though apparently it used to depend on your culture and of course the era you lived in, if I were say arabic/roman or hebrew it would be ruby.
My guardian angel would be Adnachiel, and his talismanic stone was beryl. This site was most interesting on gemstones, really, go!
Other December birthstones include: Onyx(stabilizes and heals root chakra), Chrysoprase(Self-confidence and spiritual protection), Zircon(increases intuition, durability and steadiness. Eases depression and insomnia.) and Lapis Lazuli(strenghtens the bond between heart and mind).
Christ I'm going to need to buy a lot more jewlery now! *laughs,* ok, I just read that Topaz is the gemstone for a Sagittarian, and that it has a high level for mental clarity, if I were any more...mentally clear(?!) wel..then I wouldn't be walking in a fog most of the time would I? But maybe thats just from not gettin' any.
Ok, so gemstones...lots of meaning and considering both Onyx and Chrysoprase are from the Chalcedony family they both have more than one meaning....Maybe I'll figure out more of them later...Maybe.
From this site I learned what it is to be a Pig...also a Boar...hmm gee, not the greatest way to put it I guess, but there you have it folks, I'm a Pig and a Boar.
Contrary to its rather negative reputation in the West, the Pig of Chinese Astrology may be the most generous and honorable Sign of the Zodiac. Pigs are nice to a fault and possess impeccable manners and taste. They have so much of the perfectionist in them that others may be inclined to perceive them as snobs, but this is a misconception. Pigs are simply possessed of a truly luxurious nature, one that delights in finery and riches (in surroundings, food, lovemaking and otherwise). This Sign believes in the best qualities of mankind and certainly doesn't consider itself to be superior. Pigs also care a great deal about friends and family and work hard to keep everyone in their life happy. Helping others is a true pleasure for the Pig, who feels best when everyone else is smiling.
A Pig with no one around to appreciate its giving nature is a sad sight. Pigs are so magnanimous they can appear almost saintly; this can lead some less-than-well-intentioned souls to stomp all over this Sign, and the bad news is, the Pig will take the blows! Pigs make great companions in part because of their refusal to see the more negative or base qualities in a partner, but that rose-colored view can lead to this Sign's allowing itself to be taken advantage of. Contrary to their seemingly benign dispositions, however, Pigs can be quite venomous in response to being crossed by a lover, friend or business partner.
Pigs are highly intelligent creatures, forever studying, playing and probing in their quest for greater knowledge. They can be misinterpreted as being lazy, however, due to their love of reveling in the good stuff; this Sign could happily spend hours on end making love, napping, taking a long bubble bath or dallying over an incredible spread of rich foods. Pigs tend to make wonderful life partners due to their hearts of gold and their love of family. Even so, Pigs can be rather exclusive, choosing to spend time with those who will appreciate them most and ignore the rest of the populace. Pigs would do well to realize that there's more to life than being needed. When they open up their world to a diverse group of people, they will truly bloom.
The most compatible match for a Pig is the Rabbit or the Goat
On this site, which vaguely reminded me of a few emails I received ....uhmm well like 3 years ago I learned what tree I am.
FIG TREE (the Sensibility) - very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.
My element: Fire - outgoing
My Quality: Mutable - Versatile. Those two I knew all on my own, *sigh,* I like astrology far too much, oh and the ruling body part, for my sign is thighs....though I really don't understand why, well ok, my lucky day is Thursday, ruled by Thor, who was the thunder and lightening guy, and I do happen to have thunder thighs...so maybe that's why...I doubt it but one never knows.
Oh, and I am born on the Cusp of Sagittarius and Capricorn so I may have some Cap tendencies...but...I really am a Sag at heart.
So, now that you know far too much about Sagittarius, and me. And gemstones. How much are you irritated with my self-indulgent post hmm? C'mon you can be honest, I won't beat you up at all, well ok, not much anyway ;)
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
1:46:00 AM |
Sunday, December 18, 2005
A shorty...in all its...tameness.
She danced in the middle of the crowd. Alone, swaying her body to the rhythm she hears; surrounded by others just like her.
Her hands raised above her head as if in supplication, twisting and causing her purple and green glow sticks to create blinding figure eights. Her hair pulled up off her neck falling in curls, her lips a dark blood red. She was dressed all in black, black flowing blouse, tight black skirt, black thigh high stay-ups with a line down the back of them and black shiny boots which ended just below her knees. She danced with her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face.
She was alluring, and she had no idea. She looked dark, and deadly as she swayed and gyrated, with an innocents smile. The men who were in the proper mind setting thought she was stunning, those who weren't thought she looked like something nice to cuddle with...to hug and say happy meaningless "I love you's" to. The dimple on her left cheek flashed as the song switched and she jumped a little, spinning in circles, her arms waving with the beat.
She danced the night away alone. She walked home afterwards alone, and as she walked in the door in her three-peice work suit she flashed a tame smile at her husband and fluffed her hair as she pulled it out of a bun.
"Hello darling, Rough night, we pulled another all-nighter at the office," She smiled and kissed him softly. Laughing gently as he pushed her up against the wall.
"God I have missed you....I never realized how much I love seeing your smile in the morning," He grinned and kissing the palm of her hand led her downstairs.
"Come with me, I have a surprise for you," She smiled quizzically,
"What's going on?" He put a finger to her lips and told her to close her eyes, leading her carefully into the overlarge family room they didn't know what to do with. He flicked the lights on and she squinted as she recognized the flashing of a strobe light,
"What-?"
"Open them," She opened her eyes and her jaw dropped. The room was made for dancing in, for a private dance for two, or a rave or anything she wanted.
"I've been there with you every night. I know there haven't been as many late nights as you say, and that's ok....but...I want us to be able to do this together, I want to see your smile every morning,"
Smiling up at her husband and clasping her hands in front of herself she laughed heartily.
"This will never be a boring marriage will it?!"
Laughing they came together and christened their room with a dance all their own.
Well what did ya'll think?
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
10:41:00 PM |
Thursday, December 15, 2005
HNT
Ok, so since I keep reading about everyone with their, HNT things, I ffigured I should maybe start. I don't know if I'll always do it, or if I'll be able to post one every week. but I can always try can't I?
Here goes my first try.
Was it as much fun for you as it was for me? I tells ya getting that shot wasn't the easiest...and it's cold in my basement!
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
10:41:00 PM |
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
It just hits me. Comes out of bloody nowhere and WHAM! right in the heart, I ache. I told a co-worker of mine the other day why I won't read the newspaper or watch the news. It's too depressing. I've had far too much shit in far too close a span of time happen and ...if I had to listen to the news or read it. I think I would fall over the edge and be in a crazy house for the rest of my life.
age 7 - Great Uncle Don died. I didn't really know him, but it was really the beginning of the end.
age 10 - I learn what it illness my uncle has had for the past few years. Cancer. I find out what it does. My uncle was given 6 months, he lived for 6 years.
age 11 well....12 really it was the day of my 12th birthday (December) - I'm told early in the morning that my father is in the hospital, the job he was working on in Bogata, Columbia has made him very sick, and the doctors say he's dying. My mother and my aunts sent me balloons to my classroom that day. and I don't think I ever saw my french teacher be as compassionate with any student at any other time then that day when she hugged me.
6 months later he is at home on oxygen, the doctors had given him two weeks. Said he would never walk again, or be off oxygen.
He walked enough to be able to till the garden with my sister holding his oxygen tank. He also managed to get off oxygen for a year or two.
age 12 a few months later (March Break) - My cousin is killed in a freak car accident, where the driver of a truck decided the tractor trailer ahead of him was going to slowly up the hill so he pulled out to pass him and hit my cousins car, and three others. My cousin and one other were killed. My Cousin was 28, he left a wife with two children, A mother, father, and sister and brother behind.
That was the first time I questioned the worth of life.
(Did I really tell people writing is cathartic? Cause it hurts like a bitch right now.)
Age 14 (November) - My Uncle passes away from Liver, and stomach cancers. I couldn't visit him in the hospital. I could remember my Dad, and what I saw, wasn't my father in that room. I couldn't let that happen to my uncle.
Age 16 - After years of battling, my father passes away just weeks from being able to get the lung transplant he needed...I spoke at his funeral.
That was the first time I cried about it. As I was talking about...how much he loved holding the babies in the family, loved snowmobiling and riding toboggans like a genie, and even losing his dentures on the hill when the G.T. started going too fast and he was laughing too hard. I made everyone laugh.
Age 17 - Just a few weeks from my birthday my Sister and my brother in-law get married.
Age 18 - Just a few weeks from my birthday I'm told that my sister is pregnant.
Age 18 - A few days before my birthday I was told my sister was having Twins.
I have a gorgeous Neice and an unbelievably handsome Nephew.
And between all of this, there were still the minor things going on. One uncle was diagnosed with stomach cancer and had to have part of his stomach removed, the same uncle may now be losing his legs.
Another uncle just recently had an emergency triple bypass surgery done...A while back his son was diagnosed with cancer which he has beaten back, an aunt had an emergency hysterectomy, Another aunt was in a car accident and then later had a minor Heart Attack. Her husband (My uncle) has suffered a stroke and has never been the same....another uncle has had numerous minor strokes and ...angina's I guess is what they call them....
This past labour day weekend my great-aunt passed away.
I've just been told today...well yesterday now, that my grandmother has fallen and hurt herself badly.
I just can't seem to get away from it. Whenever something good happens I wait to see when the bad will come because it invariably does.
Maybe this is why I've been pushing away from people. Closing off a little more. Not too mention that everyone else seems to have found their places in their lives and I don't really seem to fit anywhere.
I'm the odd person out, and I know there are people who will say I'm not, that I'm being silly and it's just not true but it is true. It's true because I feel it to be so. Until I can get away from this ache, it will be true.
I just haven't found the way to bypass that feeling, to acknowledge it and say, yes I know you're here and thats ok, but I can't let you rule me anymore.
I haven't found a reason to yet.
I haven't found that person yet, the one that can show me the way.
Until I find me.
There will be no one to show the way.
I've been lost for so long,
I just want a little sunshine to come my way.
over grassy knolls,
and 'round shady bends,
Sunlight should stream through
cotton clouds, or verdant leaves.
Until the sunlight shines my way,
I walk through Stormy nights,
with howling winds,
Thunder and Lightening fights.
Until the Sunlight begins to stream,
Forever will my darkness scream.
I'm drained and tired now. Once again, one tear only, no crying allowed for me. I imagine I'll have the headache from hell in the morning.
Look for the editors note, let's see if I'm right shall we??? E. Ed. Note: Now that I've slept it all off, I do indeed have a headache, not one from hell but one that is bad enough anyway.
Now I've got Tess talking to me about guys gong down on girls, and other various oral pleasures. Between you and me I think my last comment on her blog made her worry ;) Take care all. ~Fae
|| by Fae ||
12:40:00 AM |
Monday, December 12, 2005
Walk the Line - A brief Review
"An oscar winner, thats for sure. If it's not, then it's fixed!" thats what my cousin said tonight after the movie.
I agree whole heartedly. For Joaquin Phoenix to have gotten all those little habits, the lip curl as he says a certain word or sound, the shrug of his shoulders when he hitches the guitar up a little more, swinging the guitar around to his back...well he must've studied Mr J.R. Cash's movements and speech patterns for ages. I applaud him. His singing was...superb, I couldn't believe that he actually sang everything himself it was so good, and so close to Johnny.
At First I didn't think Reese Witherspoon would make the cut for June Carter, boy did she prove me wrong. She's sure got some talent on her that's for sure. Now, the music clearly won't be to everyones taste but oh man, I was tappin' my foot almost the whole time.
What can I say? I'm a country music lover.
God, the things Mr. Cash went through in his life I couldn't imagine handling. I've had my fair share of tragedies, and heartaches and heartbreaks, but losing a sibling and being told it should have been me dead by my own father? *Shudders,* It was....sad and heart-warming. Interesting to see Elvis, and Waylon Jennings not to mention Jerry Lee Lewis all as they started out.
God can you imagine?
Walking up the rafters stairs, to listen and to watch this beautiful creature you've just met sing her voice away and to here a man say,
"She's sure got some voice on her," You look over and all you can see is the shadow of the man sitting on the couch. You can see the curl of hair pulled forwards over his forehead. Elvis Presley....
God it would have been, a ride that's for sure. A rush like no other. Of course Johnny wouldn't have known who Elvis would become. But just to be out there, doing something with your life, with others who are like you. Singing and talking to a crowd, driving them crazy everytime you open your mouth.
Christ, it's made me miss theatre, even just the amateur stuff...that ride afterwards is enough to keep you flying for hours. **********
Ring Of Fire
Written by June Carter and Merle Kilgore
Recorded by Johnny Cash on 3/25/63
Number one - County Chart; Number 17 - Pop Chart
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Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
She wrote it, He sang it. They were beautiful together.
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
11:19:00 PM |
Friday, December 09, 2005
...just a blurb...
Like attracts Like. Karma finds Karma, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, Life is a cycle, constantly moving, changing and running in circles. Never ending. There's not always a price tag on what you want, on what someone else may want, But it may just take a little piece of your soul before it's done and over with. ~*~Fae~*~
|| by Fae ||
1:00:00 AM |
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Books! My Obsession.
Books I'm looking out for: Some are just Fantasy, Some border the horror and even Erotica line. Some are just romance....they're all lovely authors though! Green Rider 3 by Kristen Britain: As of yet, there is no release date or title ready for it. *cries,* I've been waiting soooo loong!!! ShadowFall by James Clemens: I just have to find one. Red Lily by Nora Roberts: Finally came out this month! I can't wait to read it! Micah by Laurell K. Hamilton: February 2006...*whimpers,* I need a fix of Anita!!! A Fistful of Charms By Kim Harrison: June 27th 2006....dear lord I don't know if I can wait that long to see what happens between Rachel and Kist, nad the demons and Lily! *Sobs,* Ptolemy's Gate by Jonathan Stroud: The third in the trilogy, I can't wait! *Sigh,* But I have to, it doens't come until January 2006. Traitor to the Blood by Barb and J.C. Hendee: Fourth in the NobleDead series....god...so many are coming out! Well so far that's all I can think of...but I'm sure I'll remember more later. Fae.
|| by Fae ||
11:57:00 PM |
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Deviance
Cookie Cutter People,
with their cookie cutter homes,
living their cookie cutter lives.
Trim, tidy lawns,
Even, square hedges,
White picket fences.
Perfect, clean
The Stepford Queens.
They sleep in separate beds,
Popping their lowers, their uppers,
the disgusting little meds.
Their veneer so shiny,
My visage reflects,
I'm dark, I'm black.
There's no turning back.
I'm viral,
infected.
Your social circle's ruined.
I corrupt,
I taint.
I whip and spank.
You won't notice me there,
in the bottom of their heart.
The lust, the passion.
I'm Deviance,
I rule.
Shut me down, turn about,
I back,
I'm blacker,
I'm deeper,
I'm harder...Stronger...Louder!
Let the Cookie Cutter People,
live their cookie cutter lies.
Urbanstud, Bliatz, I have no idea what happened, but you still managed to eke something akin to disgust and intense dislike for someone I don't know from me. Cool.
I like what I've written and I hope the rest of you out there do too.
Hope you're both well.
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
11:48:00 PM |
A Cop Story
"Ladies and gentlemen! If you would all ...settle down please? We will get started," A couple of the older cops settled right in, some of the newer ones took a few moments to get seated and after a bit of scuffling the room was settled.
The flourescent lighting was harsh and everyone looked towards a map where various colours of push-pins dotted it. Each colour of push-pin corresponded to a person on the bulletin board a few feet away. Blue for Cinderella, Green for Snow White, Yellow for Rapunzel, Clear for Sleeping Beauty, Purple for Belle, and Black for Jasmine. 6 girls missing in 6 months, at some point during the first month of their disappearance a photograph was left on their bed at their home. With the name written over the face in gold marker. "My Cinderella" , "My Snow White" and on and on this was the seventh month and if some one didn't pick this guy up another girl would go missing.
"Six girls, Six months," The Captain stalked around to the other side of the table and sat on the corner, "What do we know about him?" A young officer at the back, a petite woman, with curly red hair that he'd has his eye on the last little while,
"Yes Cherry?"
"He's dominant, he sees himself as their protector, saviour, their...Prince Charming. Not the Big Bad Wolf that he is, and he certainly doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing,"
"Ok, anything else?" He paused a moment, "Has no one else connected the up swing in the hospitals for treating men with various wounds to this?" Cherry smiled in the back. "Cherry what's wrong?"
"Well, it's not him sir," She said it so matter of factly even the older cops looked back at her and then whipped their heads around to look at their Captain.
"Why not?" He smiled a little and urged her on, to make the connection.
"Well, in each province where he's commited the very same crimes, there was an upswing in male hospitalizations for what looked to be muggings. Though if you looked deeper, each man had a history, marital abuse, sexual abuse, rapes, molestations, child molestations. Didn't matter what the problem was, the man was a predator. Someone, is hunting our hunter," She leaned back in her chair and as though the matter was finished.
"Is this the theory MacDougal wanted you transfered here to supply us with? Cause if that's all then I suppose you can go back because I found that out on my own," The Captain glared at her and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Well then I suppose you won't need me to tell you how to break Red Riding Hoods Code than will you?" She stood and gathered her belongings up, nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" asked one of the cops in the front row, after looking at the suspicious face of his captain. Cherry looked at the captain and then the cop who put forth the question.
"She surrounds her man by circling him in, or boxing him in first, the first time, in B.C. she spiraled after him, in Saskatchewan she used a diamond, Alberta a sqaure, Manitoba a rectangle. I can only assume that this time she will use a circle as the other provinces don't really have room for anything that large to be used, she traps him in. She follows where he leads her, to the girls homes to their place of business or school. She sniffs him out and just as she's ready to snap him up he disappears. He knows she's there, he knows he's hunted, he's been careful but the women are proving more difficult to break. He can't keep them as long here, they are very probably all dead,"
*********** Let me know guys, shall I continue? EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
1:10:00 AM |
Friday, December 02, 2005
She'd Be There.
She was 20, and taking computer courses at the local college. It was supposed to be a way for her to meet guys. Well, it would have worked if she wanted to meet guys about to enter the old age home, or on viagra. Other than that, the women in the course must have thought the same thing as none of them really seemed too keen on learning.
Their proffesor was definately the highlight of the evening. Tall about 6" with jet black hair and green eyes. He was a man's man in every sense of the phrase. Muscular without being too bulky, a deep voice without sounding steroidal, and oozing sex. She couldn't help but watch his hands as they flew across the board. Who would have thought a man with hands that large could move them so deftly, she imagined the tips of his fingers fluttering over her clit and whimpered slightly.
He looked over at her, "Is everything alright Maggie?" 'oh god, think of something quick! He's coming over'
"I...I just don't think I'll ever get the hang of this...encoding stuff," She said with a hitch to her voice, she was always nervous when she talked to men. They seemed far too intimidating for her, he just smiled softly and patted her shoulder.
" Maggie, no one has yet failed this course while I've been teaching it. It won't happen in the near future either." He took a quick glance at the screen and pointed uot her mistakes, "They're quick fixes, nothing major, you're actually doing much better this week," She blushed a little and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. The curls just made it bounce back out, and she appeared almost frightened at the compliment. She was so nervous she didn't realize the button of her blouse had come undone, or that he was looking straight down it.
"Thanks Mr. MacDougal," She spoke softly and his hand tightened slightly and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Why don't you stay after class and we'll see if we can't...learn some more shall we? "
"Oh but sir I've got to go catch..." She broke off as she looked up at him. The look on his face made no room for arguments. She would be there.
 EroticFaeOk, I found this on Chasers Site, had to post it...the pic is too great not to.  You are a Fire Queen. You are a Brave warrior and you know how to fight for yourself and your kingdom. Your kingdom is very strong and wealthy. You may get in some wars but you win and fear nothing! What kind of Queen are you? ( With BEAUTIFULL pictures) brought to you by Quizilla
|| by Fae ||
12:53:00 AM |
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I stare at the wall opposite my bed. I'm curling into the tiny ball I hate so much and trying not cry. Biting my lip until it pains me, unti l that is the reason I cry. It makes so much more sense to cry because of pain.
I've been through so much emotional shit that I just can't handle it anymore.
I'm not your whore.
I'm not your bitch.
I'm not your bootycall.
Is that what you thought from the beginning? Because you said you wanted to be with me again. You said lots of things, and you didn't mean one of them did you?
The only guy who truly wants me for me, lives on the other side of the world and I'm asking him to back away for a bit. It doesn't really make much sense because when I talk to him, he makes me feel good about myself.
I rarely feel that way on my own. I feel numb. Empty.
I don't like the way you fucked me. Mentally or physically, the first was not kind of you, the second really just wasn't that good.
I'm done with being fucked. I'd like someone to be gentle first. To want to take care of me. To realize that I will always write what I feel much more easily than talking about. To understand that no matter what they ask or say, I will write about what I want to write about.
You will not censor me.
I will not censor me.
my fingers have stopped but there is so much more going on inside me and I don't know how to write about it. I'm so lost....all I want is to be held by strong arms, and cuddled for a little while Strong arms, comforting, someone to be my rock. So I can be fragile. Just for a little while. Fast horse, daring, someone to carry me away. So I can run away, keep some problems at bay. I see others so clearly, but I can't see myself. I look into the mirror and its empty. I call out and I pray, for my own soldier to come my way. Someone to wrap their arms around me, to comfort me, to be there for me. Someone who'll let me cry when I won't let myself. Someone to tell me it'll all be ok at the end of the day. Someone who will let me be myself, and won't try to change me. Someone, that at the end of the day, I can trust. EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
12:01:00 PM |
A list of 100.
1)I'm a redhead. (Natural Strawberry Blonde)
2)I'm short, I don't quite meet a flat 5 foot.
3)People who try and use their height for intimidation are overcompensating. Tall people don't intimidate me.
4)Heights intimidate me. Sheer Drops, cliffs, wobbly ladders.
5)Bridges and standing on bridges or feeling bridges sway doesn't bother me.
6)I love Movies.
7)I dislike people who say they love movies and proceed to say they hate a particular genre of movies.
8)One of my favourite movies is Abbott & Costello in The Naughty Nineties. (Their Who's on first routine was shown in this one in full, whereas in Pardon My Sarong it's only shown in part)
9)I also love reading.
10)And I enjoy all kinds of music, you just have to catch me in the right mood.
11)It irritates me to no end when people say "I like all kinds of music, except Country or Rap or Hip Hop." Okay..yeah no you don't. Even..."Country music is so bad, it's not singing it's just whining," Could one not argue, Rap isn't singing just speaking to a beat? or even that Some music is just screaming into a mic?
12)I like Country music. All of it. Twangy old stuff, newer not so twangy. Listen to Crystal Chandelier. Prime Song. Prime.
13)The number 13 is my lucky number, on Friday the 13th's I usually have the best day ever.
14)I'm Sagittarius and yes I believe in Astrology.
15)I don't believe in God but I do believe in life after death and reincarnation.
16)If I were to believe in a God, I wouldn't be monotheistic. I would much rather move backwards in times to when there were many gods, or else become Pagan.
17)I'm a fairweather fan. If a sport is on ...i choose and pick the team to cheer for randomly. Usually The Leafs, and the Red Sox...boston boys are sexy.
18)I love traveling.
19)I've never gone anywhere in Canada other than places in Ontario.
20)I've been to Three different states. Florida, New York and Massachussets.
21)I love learning new things.
22)I hate/hated school.
23)I'm thinking of going back to school.
24)When I drink a tea from Timmy's I have to make sure the line of the cup is no where near the mouth spot.
25)i have to have a blanket on top of my while I watch a movie. even when it's dreadfully hot outside.
26)We have central Air.
27)Our basement is ALWAYS cold.
28)I would rather read the book than see the movie.
29)I love reading...anything. If I can get my hands on it. I'll read it. I already said this...Hmmm I like repeating myself!
28)I think I may have fallen in Lust with Laurell K. Hamilton or at least Her characters. Especially Zebrowski....and Ed/Ted/Edward. Richards kinda hot but and idiot.
29)If books don't turn out the way I want them to I don't like them.
30)If I think something bad is going to happen to a character I stop reading the book, I still haven't finished reading the last book in the fire & ice song trilogy by Gearge R. Martin.
31)I collect Faeries.
32)I want a tattoo of a triquetra.
33)I love the t.v. show Charmed and I really don't want it to end.
34)Holly marie Combs is hot.
35)I'm straight,
36)I could possibly be bi. But I don't know if I could go down on a girl.
37)I don't think I could. Vaginas gross me out.
38)I like penises.
39)I've never seen one bigger than 5 inches....while erect. That wasn't in a picture.
40)I love animals.
41)I love photography.
42)I don't enjoy being photographed.
43)I don't particularly enjoy human photographs. I would much rather look at animals in pictures than people.
44)My Dad's family hunts Deer, partridge, bear. and traps other minor animals (beaver, muskrat)
45)We eat all the meat we catch except the beaver and other trapped animals.
46)Fried Partridge is my favourite, although Venison Stew is really tasty. (yes I am talking about eating Bambis Dad or Mom.)
47)We never shoot the Bambis.
48)Bambino is child/baby/infant in Italian. And...well I'm 1/4 Italian....
49)I have very fair skin so I burn easily.
50)I hate wasting time to put on sunblock.
51)I love the word master.
52)I hate the word Slave.
53)I dislike keeping my identity anonymous.
54)I dislike the thought of some people finding out who it is that writes this blog.
55)I dislike people who care about what others think.
56)I look in the mirror and see what other people see and I don't always like it.
57)I have thought about suicide.
58)then I thought about how much I would hate being a statistic.
59)I love Ice Cream. All of it...mind you I've yet to come across Sardine Ice Cream
60)I like Sardines.
61)I'm slowly learning I'm intrigued by very dark things.
62)I love being called "Pet", "My Good Girl", "Babygirl" and even when the occasion suits "Fucktoy"
63)I hate politics.
64)I pay no attention whatsoever as to what is going on in our government, and i do not complain...very much.
65)I dislike hypocrites.
66)I dislike the words, hate, nice and good. Hate is too strong, nice is the kiss of death as is good. "You look nice!" As compared to what? The wicked witch of the West?
67)I often say "You look ok," ...it means I don't like nor dislike the outfit. I feel nothing for it. It usually means there's not enough black, or not enough colour or I don't like the colour on that particular person.
68)I want a Tinkerbell Tattoo as well.
69)I love that this number is the symbol for the Zodiac sign cancer. I dislike 69'ing with guys. it's very awkward.
70)I'd also like a tattoo of an arrow, as that is the shorthand symbol for Sagittarius. Which happens to be my zodiac,
71)I can't not write. If I don't write...my life goes to shit and I begin thinking bad thoughts.
72)I don't understand how someone outside of family can like or even love me.
73)I constantly think I'm not worthy of the people I have around me.
74)I try too hard to make people like me sometimes.
75)I try too hard to keep something going even when there's absolutely no hope.
76)I wonder why people wonder why I have given up hope.
77)Seven times out of ten when I'm happy I'm not really I just can't bear the thought of people being concerned.
78)I dislike feeling selfish.
79)I can't stand someone ordering me about,
80)If someone says thanks without saying please, it's quite likely I won't do whatever they've asked. "Can you grab me a pop? Thanks." I'm not you're maid.
81)If one of my friends asks for a drink while at my house, if it's their first time here, I'll take them and show them where the drink fridge is..and then say "Now you know where it is. Now you can get your own drinks,"
82)No I don't think that is rude. Though it is lazy because I just won't feel like getting up to grab a pop for them. They want it...They can get it.
83)I was born in 1983.
84)I find older men more attractive. Say older than 30.
85)I really, really, really want to be tied up one day.
86)I would love to be published. Either, one of my stories if I ever finish it or some poetry if it's ever good enough.
87)If I could talk to anyone Dead or Alive I would choose....Gordon Kormon....Eric Wilson, Anne Mcaffrey....William Shakespeare, Cleopatra, Merlin....golly...so many to choose from.
88)If I could talk to any fictional character it would be, Any character from the Laurell K. Hamilton novels because...well Jason just sounds hot, as does nathaniel and becoming a weretiger would be....interesting. Or Jenks from Kim Harrisons novels...He's a pixie! Come on!
89)I love reading science fiction and fantasy. Although I am getting a groove on children's literature again.
90)I love Anne of Green Gables because quite often I feel that we have a lot in common...
91)I want to kiss a girl at least once....
92)I hate crying. HATE. Crying. People who make me cry I strongly dislike.
93)When I get angry, I cry.
94)I can't stand people yelling. It makes me very nervous and I have a tendency to freak out.
95)I love snow.
96)I love human contact, even just a handshake.
97)Pain interests and intrigues me.
98)I've found that I will pick a scab to create pain, to see blood and to feel a little bit of a rush.
99)I want a puppy.
100)people usually save the best for last...not me.
EroticFae
|| by Fae ||
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