Fishnets, holes, boots, the smell of leather, lust, deviantness, people with hearts and the desire to explore their sexual self.

Where? At a fetish night tonight.

Molten, Velvet and I will be up to mischief tonight enjoying ourselves alongside some wonderful friends. A welcome break and a bit of fun after a long week. I don’t think I got a break till Thursday and by then it was much needed. Fully peopled out. I’ve had two days of relaxing and mainly solitude as much as one can get with a houseful of kids but I am recharged. I am ready for the big bad world again, well for a few hours at least.

Winter is great. It’s that time of the year when I get the urge to be housewenchy. I baked yesterday, a nice huge size banana cake and piklets for the kiddiewinkles for lunch yesterday. Molten made a yummy chicken pie for dinner and baked bread. Sitting around a fire last night with wine and port and good company was great. Two kitties this morning are nursing wee hangovers which makes me chuckle. Pishheads heh.

I have my schoolgirl attire laid out on the bed for tonight and in between blogging things and all things interwebz the claws are being painted black. If I remember I will try do some photos for HNT hehe. Molten is going as a kitty cat.

Other things? Contemplating getting serious about writing more erotica, and fixing and fine tuning already existing stories and finishing them off. Looking at writing reviews for Eden Fantasys because I want a decent outlet to hone my writing skills as well as the erotica and book writing projects.

And the most entertaining thing this week … exploring Second Life to write a decent article … that lasted all of about two hours. The whole thing is just, well, weird and not really my thing. Even teleported myself to one spot and found myself stuck in some two room place with “Welcome to the Gorean way of Life” on a sign on a wall with some freaky he-man type avatar standing there watching me. So I hightailed it outta there. Some weird guy at one point was rather obsessed with my crappy attempt at my avatar and kept telling me how cute I was and how sexy I looked … eerrr duuuuude its a freekin game. Not REAL. Lol.

Ugh. I get it I do. I get that there is an escape in that game. A place to create your own fantasy and immerse yourself in a world full of animated characters. It’s kinda like the Sims, but you are the Sim lol. Me? Nah, not my thing.  I prefer Guild Wars which I rarely play these days. I like yano, killing things and doing quests. Second Life just doesn’t tweak my dials.

I did however have lotsa fits and giggles exploring one of the BDSM clubs on there and pissing about with all the entertaining gadgets they had on offer. There was no one else there so I wandered about for a bit chaining myself to the various gadgets, until at one point I turned around and there was some dude standing there just well, watching me and not saying a thing. I logged out immediately LOL. And this one made me and Molten melt into a pile of laughter. A table. Clicked “use” and look at the result …

*snikker*

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it’s not even seven AM
You’re feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.
Hurry up then
Or you’ll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning
Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It’s hand in your hand
A shadow over your
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don’t matter
If you won’t listen
If you won’t let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don’t look behind
Day after day
Fickle visions
Messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious

Poets of The Fall ~ Sleep

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday courtesy of supplicium post mortem. Come write a 250-word story (erotic? tgi oriented?). Start any time Friday, finish by 6pm PDT Saturday. Post the link to your story in the comments here or on Twitter. Try to include the wildcards.

• flautist
• macaroini
• black clouds
  

Spread the word, and have fun!

She could hear it inbetween the gusts of angry wind outside. The faint sound of the melodic flute. The flautist was a regular fixture in the town square every Saturday morning. She sat in the small attic at a ratty desk overlooking the town square through a dusty cobwebbed window. A plate of cold, half eaten macaroni sat beside her. She had sat there all morning with a head of black clouds, writing . Words just would not come so she sat there gazing out the window instead looking for some respite from her lack of creativity.

It was then she saw him. Standing there in the shadows, watching. Surely he couldn’t see her from here? Every Saturday this man, this dark mysterious man would appear around 10am. Stand and watch the flautist play. She in turn would watch him through the cobwebbed window. This morning was no different than any other Saturday except for the piercing gaze directed right at her, through that dank, dark little window. She gasped.How long had he known she was there watching?

The voyeristic side in her liked the idea of not being seen. The ability to watch, discover and breathe people in. Her gaze locked on his, not faltering for a moment she smiled. He smiled back and his lips began to move in silence.

She watched intently as she saw the words form, “I see you too” and with that, a smirk appears in the corner of his mouth, followed by a wink.

She blushes, smiles back, the heat in her crotch apparent and picks up her pen and begins writing a fantasy…