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*sits on the porch, stroking Gray* I'll get on her about that. But I think she would prefer him wild. *smiles*
I think he's scared enough of her to do that. For the rest of us... who knows.
All this talk of food has made me hungry for a snack. I'll be back later, Daddi. *smiles*
Daddi Bear. I love it.
And for me, I've felt connected to the rabbit. *shrugs* I need to learn what that means. *leaves the forest in search of snacks*
Luna_Wolf72
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Home again. The silence of the woods provides me with the things I need to focus. Quiet. Peace. I let myself into the cabin, my eyes and ears noting Gray's absence almost automatically. Moving to my couch takes only a few moments and I flop down, eyes going to my Daddi's picture.
I need the quiet. I do. Sometimes though, I wish the noise level were just a BIT louder.
I need the quiet. I do. Sometimes though, I wish the noise level were just a BIT louder.
Luna_Wolf72
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Journal Entry
The majority of my time has been spent focusing on my Daddi and my kids, as it should be. I get a certain thrill whenever things are calm in the real world. Mostly because that means that I am taking care of business, like I should. Do I miss the time I used to spend on line? The hours I invested in people only partially real to me? No, not really. There are a few but they are real because we speak elsewhere.
In my mind, most people here (or on Fet or Facebook or what have you) are just helpful fantasy partners, very unreal, or a dream. They help with mental masturbation but that is normal, I think. Beyond normal, really. My Real Life can NOT include all the kink I need. My Daddi isn't into the idea of BDSM and I am a parent, which means BDSM is not something that is easily had or added.
It is what is. I love her and I have suffered no harm from allowing my mental facilities to give me the things I need to feel whole. Physicality isn't really needed, not by me, as long as the mental is there. My on line submissive, my play mates, the Sticky Boy. They all give me a certain release that my Daddi understands, even if she doesn't condone or want it.
I guess I just wanted this out...in black and white, as it were. Knowing that you love someone and that you would happily die for them is one thing. Understanding WHY you love them, without proclaiming it from the roof tops in a way that strikes of falsity? That is something completely different. I KNOW why I love her and why I have loved her for damned near two years. I know WHY I feel that honesty is so important. I know WHY I can not imagine my life without her in it, in some way, shape or form. I know why, even if she doesn't. But it took forever to figure it out. She is worth whatever discomfort or lack I have. Because I love her above all women. I love her above myself and I want her happiness as much as I want my own.
I miss the idea of Literotica more than I actually miss the majority of the people. I miss the idea of SRP/ORP more than I miss the majority of the writers. I miss the easy camaraderie, even if it was nothing more than my brain choosing to believe whatever front a person put up for ease of communication. Is that so bad? The fact that the idea is stronger than reality? The fact that I only come here to reach out to those chosen few? Is it so bad that I am thankful that my RW means I no longer need to be HERE?
I don't think so. After years of trying, I have finally found something, someone, worth discarding most of the fantasy FOR. That in it's self is a miracle. I am content. Very rare for me. True, nonetheless. I am happy.
The majority of my time has been spent focusing on my Daddi and my kids, as it should be. I get a certain thrill whenever things are calm in the real world. Mostly because that means that I am taking care of business, like I should. Do I miss the time I used to spend on line? The hours I invested in people only partially real to me? No, not really. There are a few but they are real because we speak elsewhere.
In my mind, most people here (or on Fet or Facebook or what have you) are just helpful fantasy partners, very unreal, or a dream. They help with mental masturbation but that is normal, I think. Beyond normal, really. My Real Life can NOT include all the kink I need. My Daddi isn't into the idea of BDSM and I am a parent, which means BDSM is not something that is easily had or added.
It is what is. I love her and I have suffered no harm from allowing my mental facilities to give me the things I need to feel whole. Physicality isn't really needed, not by me, as long as the mental is there. My on line submissive, my play mates, the Sticky Boy. They all give me a certain release that my Daddi understands, even if she doesn't condone or want it.
I guess I just wanted this out...in black and white, as it were. Knowing that you love someone and that you would happily die for them is one thing. Understanding WHY you love them, without proclaiming it from the roof tops in a way that strikes of falsity? That is something completely different. I KNOW why I love her and why I have loved her for damned near two years. I know WHY I feel that honesty is so important. I know WHY I can not imagine my life without her in it, in some way, shape or form. I know why, even if she doesn't. But it took forever to figure it out. She is worth whatever discomfort or lack I have. Because I love her above all women. I love her above myself and I want her happiness as much as I want my own.
I miss the idea of Literotica more than I actually miss the majority of the people. I miss the idea of SRP/ORP more than I miss the majority of the writers. I miss the easy camaraderie, even if it was nothing more than my brain choosing to believe whatever front a person put up for ease of communication. Is that so bad? The fact that the idea is stronger than reality? The fact that I only come here to reach out to those chosen few? Is it so bad that I am thankful that my RW means I no longer need to be HERE?
I don't think so. After years of trying, I have finally found something, someone, worth discarding most of the fantasy FOR. That in it's self is a miracle. I am content. Very rare for me. True, nonetheless. I am happy.
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I awakened with a yawn, my notebook crinkled from the face that had been pressed into it's pages. Gray fang is back though and I smile at him. Poor little guy. I haven't been playing fair, at all. Leaving him all alone, all the time.
I pull myself up, into a seated position and debate what I should do today. I owe sweet Sasha a post but nothing else, as far as I can see. I won't see my Daddi today which sucks, but the kidlets haven't really been home to spend time with and so it is something that is needful.
I stand up, stretch and wander upstairs. Shower. Then maybe I can figure out how to write for Sasha.
I pull myself up, into a seated position and debate what I should do today. I owe sweet Sasha a post but nothing else, as far as I can see. I won't see my Daddi today which sucks, but the kidlets haven't really been home to spend time with and so it is something that is needful.
I stand up, stretch and wander upstairs. Shower. Then maybe I can figure out how to write for Sasha.
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Writing does not seem to be happening today. I have started and stopped repeatedly. The word ring false. I don't like that. I hate it. Bugs me. In the RW, I have a kidlet needing to talk. Maybe the words will come later.
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I walk into the woods...my steps heavy, dragging, head bent. Seems like every time I start to get things together....something happens which completely and totally fucks me up.
Eventually, I reach the cabin in the clearing. With a wave of one small hand, I drop the wards. Then it's up on the porch and inside. I want sleep. I need sleep. But the mood I am in is not good for sleeping. Depression surrounds me like a shroud...and THAT is not good either.
Eventually, I reach the cabin in the clearing. With a wave of one small hand, I drop the wards. Then it's up on the porch and inside. I want sleep. I need sleep. But the mood I am in is not good for sleeping. Depression surrounds me like a shroud...and THAT is not good either.
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*sits on the porch, bandaging up a blister the size of his thumb ON his thumb*
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I came through the woods, through the tangle of underbrush. The clearing looked dusty, unused and my heart was saddened by the sight. I hadn't been here in too long. Walking up the steps to my door, I wave a languid hand and take down the warding. A simple push opens the door and I am through...into the quiet dimness of my cabin. Gray is no where to be found and I hope he didn't run away. Tis my own fault though.
Small feet lead me to my desk and I grab for the lap top, booting it up and waiting, so that I may work on the posts owed, stories forming. I need to write. Like I need air, like I need love, like i need quiet. Another wave of a small hand and a sign pops up....facing the pathway that leads to the clearing.
Stay Away. Brain attempting to work....
Now. Reading? And then...to work.
Small feet lead me to my desk and I grab for the lap top, booting it up and waiting, so that I may work on the posts owed, stories forming. I need to write. Like I need air, like I need love, like i need quiet. Another wave of a small hand and a sign pops up....facing the pathway that leads to the clearing.
Stay Away. Brain attempting to work....
Now. Reading? And then...to work.
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Two down, both vixens. Time to focus on Lorena and then possibly...the wolf.
A small grin as my brain clicks through ideas...and then typing begins anew.
A small grin as my brain clicks through ideas...and then typing begins anew.
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*slips in, dusting and cleaning for Luna whilst pondering whether he should post a response or wait on the bunny*
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Looks up from my typing, a wicked grin...before my head goes back down, focusing on the keyboard. A wolf post. A wolf post. Plus? A new little girl to dream up....something romantic and far more feminine that I am. A new persona to slip in to. A new story to lose myself in, a new partner?
I am very, very happy.
I am very, very happy.
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*raises an eyebrow at the grin, then finishes up, and takes a seat*
*hugs back, and gropes* Welcome.
Linden
In the tree, the medium within which she had power unlike the fragile form she took whenever she stepped through the veil of its trunk, Linden is awakened by the sounds from within the clearing.
Seeing the the littered leaves and branches ibetween her tree and the cabin, she summons the power of the earth through the roots that underlie the clearing, bidding them to seek the leaves and detritus and dissolve them into their tendrils.
Seeing the clearing again clean, she steps out of the tree and chooses a diaphonous gauzy gown that flows from her shoulders to just above her ankles, swirling about her like water flowing over a stone into a spring.
She glides to the door and kisses the swirl of dark lines that had been the heartwood of a sister walnut.
In the tree, the medium within which she had power unlike the fragile form she took whenever she stepped through the veil of its trunk, Linden is awakened by the sounds from within the clearing.
Seeing the the littered leaves and branches ibetween her tree and the cabin, she summons the power of the earth through the roots that underlie the clearing, bidding them to seek the leaves and detritus and dissolve them into their tendrils.
Seeing the clearing again clean, she steps out of the tree and chooses a diaphonous gauzy gown that flows from her shoulders to just above her ankles, swirling about her like water flowing over a stone into a spring.
She glides to the door and kisses the swirl of dark lines that had been the heartwood of a sister walnut.
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The dark, professional clothes had disappeared as soon as she left the Whorehouse, reverting to her short shorts and gray beater from the beach. She had felt a frisson, as if someone had come to call in her place...and so she had shifted and ran for her haven, feet barley touching the ground.
Eventually, her clearing was in sight and she sniffed out and THEN saw, Linden. Well missed tree sprite. The wolf allowed the mist to engulf her and bestow her two feet form upon her once more, before she stepped from the trees.
"Hello, Linden. Well met."
Eventually, her clearing was in sight and she sniffed out and THEN saw, Linden. Well missed tree sprite. The wolf allowed the mist to engulf her and bestow her two feet form upon her once more, before she stepped from the trees.
"Hello, Linden. Well met."
