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Yea, I can write

Warning ladies, drip zone ahead.

2. They meet
Posted:Jul 2, 2015 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2015 1:23 pm
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2. the Stable(2): The Collar

Jennifer, and her friend Linsey, went to the supermarket in order to pick up some items for the party; they are having later, on.
Jennifer turns to Linsey, so what are we picking up, what do we need to rock the house tonight. Well, let’s see, as she pulls a list out of her pocket, I wrote it up earlier, and I checked out what we have, and what we don’t, as she looked at the list, dam we need a lot. Well, let’s start in aisle one, and work our way across. Jen looked at the list Lin was carrying, are you sure we have enough money for all that crap. Come on! Shrimp, clams, a cheese platter, ok, let’s get the most important thing first the shrimp, you can’t have a party, without the shrimp.

Jen, and Lin pushed the cart over to the seafood area, and Lin looked at Jen, whatcha staring at. Jen, was fixated on a guy in a black leather jacket, and jeans, over by the meat section. I think that’s him. Who, you mean the guy from last week, Lin whispered back in an excited tone. You mean grandpa. Jen looked at her for a second, pissed, don’t call him that ever again, or I’ll kick your ass. Lin was taken back, then again whisper even lower, but he’s old. Jen eyes bulged in anger, then fired back, you don’t get it, do you, you’re just clueless, then she push the cart away from Lin, and started heading over in the direction of the guy.

Hey, Michael is that you. The guy in the jacket turned around and then greeted her with a smile, Hey lil girl, were have you been. Jen looks at him in disbelief, and her mouth gapes a little, well, Mister, I have been trying to get ahold of you for the past week, how come you don’t text me back. Michael then reaches into his pocket and pulled out his phone, and showed it to her, as he flipped it open. The screen is busted up, I tried calling but all I got was the dam machine saying mailbox full. She then closes up his phone, and hands it back to him, in a quick manner, then starts to turn her cart around in embarrassment. Michael, then barks out, hey where are you going. She then turns her head around, and lifts up her hand, as to tell him to stop, then drops her arm. I’ll stop by later, I’m sorry about the mailbox, then, starts to walk away again feeling frazzled.

Jen walks up to Lin, and looks down at the shrimp, so, Lin whispers to Jen, what happen, as she was trying to make sure she doesn’t look conspicuous, like two spies passing secrets. Lin, looks over at Jen, I think I just made myself, look like a une plaisanterie idiote. Aw baby Lin says and smiles, I see you still keeping up on your French. Come on he’s moving, let’s follow him.

The girls follow him outside and watch him walk over to a motorcycle, and he started loading the bags onto the bike. Nice, Lin teased, you’re going to be a motorcycle momma, let me know when you’re going to be out on the highway, and then you can whip them bad boys out, I can’t wait to tag that picture. Jen, looked at her in discuss, and then elbowed her. I didn’t know he had a bike, it’s nice, and freaken bright red, fire engine red, dam I didn’t know they made red that red.

As, I finish loading the saddle bags and grabbed my helmet, I tossed my leg across the bike and looked into the mirror; I could see Jen, and her friend spying on me, and I thought to myself, they sucked at being spies, they almost knocked down a displace in the supermarket following me. I took out my key and brought the bike to life, and looked down at the engine, rocking back and forth playing my favorite song. I sat down in the seat, and dropped the bike into first, and with a loud clank, I slowly let the clutch out, and started to move forward, and I twisted the throttle, to have the bike pull me into heaven.

A few hours few by; I was getting ready to do some cleaning in the stable in the back, when the doorbell chimed. I opened the door and there stood Jen in a different look, more like a young girl, with a white tank top, and short denim cut offs, with the pockets hanging out of the bottom, and a bright red keds sneakers. I then checked out her face which was more natural this time, and her hair was pulled back into two pigtails. So, whatcha doing, she said with a smile, then she pulled her arms back, and started to sway back and forth, to show of her chest. Well, I’m heading into the back, and doing some spring cleaning, in the stables. She gave me a large smile, you have horses, I love to ride. I returned the smile, well to tell you the truth, no, right now I’m just using it for storage. She then gave me a little girl pout, and I was waiting for her to say, buy me a pony daddy, but she didn’t happen, and she took a couple of steps backwards, then perked up, ok, I’ll help you out, but in return, you have to cook me dinner.

Well, I chucked, that’s not a bad trade off, especially since you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, I then closed the door and lead her back to the stable. We walked thru the tall grass up to the door, and I unlocked the pad lock standing guard over the building. I then held the door open as she walked in. Dam she said, are those cob webs or are they ropes, as she ducked down to avoid them. Holy shit, this place is huge, how many can fit in this place? About 8, I said, then I pointed toward the back, we are going to start working in the back, and work our way forward, here take the broom and knock down the cob webs since you’re so fond of them.
Really, she said, you know if I find whatever is building them, I’m going to scream. No problem, I chucked, I’ll protect you from those nasty bugs. She started knocking down the webs, like Babe Ruth trying to hit one out of the park, and then she turned towards me after a few more swings, hey what’s this? I turned around, dam what does she have a homing device implanted in her. Oh, that, well it’s called a spreader. Huh, she said, as she pulled it out of its hiding spot, what is it used for? Yup, I thought to myself, this day is shot to hell once she hears what it’s used for. It’s used in bondage, here let me have that, I took it from her, and started to explain about the 4 rings that were attached to the wood how it held and also positioned the person. She gave me her wicket smile again, yea she said, show me, hook me up.

Ok, I then took out a pillow, out of a box, and tossed it on the floor, she then looked at me. I’m not getting down on that dirty floor. I then opened another box, and pulled out a blanket and layed it out and then tossed the pillow on top of it. Better? She just smiled with approval, I then went into another box and pulled out some old leather wrist cuffs, and open another box and pulled out the matching pair for the ankles , and then I thought to myself, I have to get organized then another thought popped in, dam I have to been getting old, here I am about to spread a beautiful woman, and I’m thinking about organizing my crap.

I put the old cuffs on her, and I looked in her eyes, ok, before we play, there are some rules. Have you heard the term a safety words, when it becomes too much, as in pain, or anything else, you just say red light, and we will stop. If the pain is starting too becoming too much, but you still want to play, say yellow light, and we will move onto something else, understand. She just gave me those brown puppy eyes and just nodded. Ok, now knee down on the blanket, and put your ankles on the outside of the wood, I then clipped them into place with some old carbines I found. Now place your head on the pillow, and slide your arms between your legs towards me. In a couple of seconds she was hooked up, and I looked at her, are you’re ok, and then just as she nodded the expression of being vulnerable surfaced to her face.

I then walked in front of her, and crouched down, and said in a soft voice. This IS, what you wanted, you must know you have been bad, should I punish you? She slid her face on the pillow, and said in a choke up whimper, yes, and slid her face downwards on the pillow as if she was trying to hide her emotions. I then open another box and pulled out an old scourge, which I made, I felt the old leather cascading from the handle, it started talking back to me, it still had some life in it.

I walked back over to her, holding the old scourge in both hands, like a father holding his newborn , and crouched down, she just looked. This is my fondness ceremonial tool, it isn’t a sex toy, and you will be the first to experience besides myself, you see I’m also an elder witch, and back then, our tradition was handed down from witch to witch, female to male, and then male to female, we didn’t have amazon, we only had one book, our coven book of shadows, which we copied by hand, and the scourge was one of the most important tool we had, it opened us up to perform magick. I then stood up and dropped the leather lace on the floor and dragged in front of her to build up the tension. I walked to the rear and straighten out my arm, so I wouldn’t harm her.

With my head on the pillow, the only thing I could see is the scourge being dragged on the floor, and I could feel my rear and back tighten up with anticipation of the contact, then I heard three pops, what was that I thought. I then heard Michael say, you mother fuckers; I’m going to kill you for this. Then he hit the floor in a loud boom. All I could think of, is he ok, I tried to look, but all I could see is the back of his head, but he was still breathing. Then I was able to twist my head to see boots walking into the stable. Then a voice broke the silence in a southern drawl. Dam, he’s a big mother fucker, now what the fuck are we going to do with her. Another voice boomed with authority, take her with us, we can use her as bargaining chip, now he has no choose but to work with us. The last thing I heard was a pop, and all that went thru my mind was Michael.
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What it is to write.
Posted:Jun 30, 2015 2:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 3:30 am
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So You Want to Be a Writer
By Charles Bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.
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Story 1, when they first meet.
Posted:Jun 29, 2015 11:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2015 1:17 pm
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After lunch we went back to my place, you strutted in the front door with pride and let out a little giggle. So this is where you live, it’s pretty nice, as you walked around the room, showing yourself off, with a black suit dress and a red camisole underneath your jacket. Make yourself at home I said, do you want a drink? You removed your jacket, and sat down on the couch, hmm, maybe a little white wine if you have it. I went into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle and pour us both a glass, I walked across the room and handed the glass to you and sat down. As soon as I sat you popped up and started walking around the room as you sipped on the wine, then you walked over to the fireplace, and you turned to me, wow, very romantic, as you ran your hand over it, then you started to look at the pictures on the fireplace mantel. So who are these people, I said family and friends, and then you pointed to a picture, and who is this woman, next to you? That’s my sister Sandy. Then you notice a silver tip thing behind the pictures, and reach over and lifted it out, oh, wow, you said, you forgot to put away one of your toys, as you were holding one of my favorite crops. That there what you’re holding is a collector’s item, I collect crops and canes, but if you’re looking for toys, they’re in the other room. You let out a little evil smile, and put the crop back down on the mantel, Aw how endearing a man after my own heart. So is it fair to say, as you walked back over to the couch and sat down, you cherried a lot of hmmm, how can I put this, bottoms. I smiled, well, I’m older than you, so I have more experience in that, and yes, I have, you just smiled, and looked down and bit your lower lip, well, I would be up for something like that, then you stood up and offer your hand to me, come on, let’s play baby. Hang on I said, as I pulled you back onto the couch, you still need to learn a lot. You nestled into my chest and looked up, and said, then teach me daddy. I just returned the looks in anger, then in a stern voice; don’t ever call me that again. You got upset, from the reaction, and leaned up and kissed me, I’m sorry baby, never again, as you ran your fingers thru my hair, but I want you to teach me on how to please you, I want to know everything, and you let out a little grin.
Ok, sure, the first thing you need to learn is how to set the mood. There’s more to just bumping and grinding, I got up and walked across the room and pulled opened a drawn, and pulled out a incense burner, and lit a charcoal and laid it inside, I then took out a wooden box and also a spoon that was in the draw, and put a spoon full of incense on the charcoal, and smoke started to billow from the burner. You just sniff the air for a second, that’s a strange smell, what is it? I just looked over and put another spoonful on, well it’s mainly wisteria, Spanish moss, and violet, then I closed the box, and put it back in the draw, I then removed a leather mask, and walked back to the couch. Here put this on The first thing you’re going to learn is the senses; she took the mask from me and put it over her eyes, then quickly lifted one side. But before we do anything, she said, tell me what do you like about me. Well beside your tits, and personality, I like your long flowing brown hair, and your puppy brown eyes, and hmm, you petite butt is nice too. She smiled, and stood up with the mask half coving her, and lifted her dress to shown off her butt in a set of red panties with a small black bow on it. Tell me more about my butt. I just slapped it, sit down, and put the mask on. She smiled and sat down, and slide the one side down. Ok baby teach me.
First off, you have to learn how to tease and how to enhance the pleasure. I took her arm and held it in my hand, and ran a finger down her arm, fast, now does that feels good, and she nodded, then I ran my finger down her arm, now this time slower, now does that feel better, she just let out a smile. I then took my finger and ran it down her arm, even slower, but this time, in a serpentine path. Now how did that feel. She tried to describe it, but every time she tried to talk the words didn’t come out. Ok, let try this again. I’m going to kiss you, and she nodded her head, and I’m going to tease you even more. As we kiss, I ran my fingers up and down her spine, then I lifted her arms, and put them on my shoulders, as I was running my hands up her back I reach the top and started to rake my fingers from her spine towards her breasts, and as I was about to touch them, I ran my fingers down her side, slowly, and I did this several times. I then whisper into her ear, now I want you to take your top off. She then unbutton her top, to reveal a red bra that matched her panties. I then leaned in again kissing her, and raked her back with my nails, ever so slowly and went I hit the top again, I started towards her breasts again, but this time she let out a little gasp of anticipation, as I got closer, I could feel her push out her breast, that were lingering to be touched. I then again whisper into her ear now remove your bra, her breathing was deeper and shallower now, as she slowly open up the front of her bra, and I would see she was learning, what was being taught, her nipples were fully erect, just waiting for the moment to be touched.
I leaned over to her breast, and gave them a quick flick of my tongue on the tip of the nipples, just enough to get them damp, and slowly blew on them, she then arched her back in pleasure, and let out a moan. I then lifted her chin up to be kissed again, this time I took my finger and started running it down her neck, and then onto her chest, and right between her breasts, and I was slowly traversing my way downwards like a bead of sweat on a hot summer’s day. She said, softy, what are you doing? I then replied to her, I want to hear you moan when I kiss you. Her breathing got deeper, as I reached her bellybutton, and slid my hand under her dress and her red panties.
In the darkness all I could feel was his strong hand making it’s way down my stomach, my mind was all confused on what I wanted. But I knew what I truly wanted as I felt my legs spreading open for him. I would feel his hand on my pelvis bone as he slid under my dress, and then under my panties ever so slowly. All I would see, was darkness, then there was a light, I headed towards the light to see a violinist, sitting next to a candle, and he was raising his bow to play, the first note was beautiful, as he pulled the bow across, the violin, and at the same time, Michael had reach my spot, I could feel his finger run along one my lips, ever so gently, I felt my legs spread even more with the welcomed pleasure. Then as he reach the bottom, he started running his finger up the other lip, I could feel myself opening up for him even more, I then whisper to him, I want you inside of me now. He then whisper back, not yet, it isn’t time, then I felt him reach the top, and a beam of pleasure shot upwards and I let out a moan. His finger felt like it split into two, as he ran then both at the same time but this time on the outside, hitting the little explosions of pleasure, then onto my entrance. He slowly slided one in very gently, just to flick the top of it, then made his way onto the top of the a lip again. The I could see the violinist again, and I could see clearer now, it was Michael, and the bow was his fingers, and the violin was my body, he started to play at a faster pace, my body was spazzing, from the pleasure being shot into my head, then I heard his whisper again, I’ll see you in a couple of minutes. My mind suddenly flashed that I was on a mountain top, and he was there too, offering me his hand helping me climb higher, and higher, then as we reach the top, I turned to him to say, I have never been this high before, he then took my body and lifted me over his head, as he walked towards the edge, I held my hand up as too touch the hand of God, then he threw me into the abyss of pleasure. I let out a screech of pleasure, and I could see the violinist again, he justed lean forward and blew out the candle. He was done, he showed he was a Master, and he finish his concerto, named “la petite mort”.
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