Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

*The door to her private room slowly creaks open as the early morning rays of light stream through the closed curtains. Slipping on the sheer robe that hung on her doorknob, she makes her way through the empty hallway, her gown floating around her form showing glimpses of the nakedness underneath. Standing in the archway, her emerald orbs scan the room before her; art easel to her right, her favourite chair and laptop before her...but she was no mood for either.

Instead, she turns right and pulls out the stool before her piano, taking her place as her fingertips glide softly over the keys. It had been far too long since she played. She always played when she couldn't find words to express.

Then she played...the tune that seemed to come from her heart...contemplative, restless, peaceful...*

 

[Last_Rider]

I slip in, immediately feeling the music floating through the air. Very pretty.

"Welcome back Shy."

 

[ShyMystica]

*turning on her stool, she finds the owner of the voice. With a friendly smile, she taps the side of her stool, an invitation for him to join her...*

Rider, thank you! It is great to see you. How are you? How is my dear friend Yeishia? Are you both well?

 

[Last_Rider]

I smile and sit beside her, admiring the piano.

"I'm doing well, as is Yeishia. She was hoping to see you soon. It's very good to see you too."

I hug her quickly.

"Where did you learn to play?"

I nod indicating the piano.

 

[ShyMystica]

I am so glad to hear she is doing well...and you too! How is your writing going? Any new tales since I have been gone?

*she smiles warmly and returns his hug. It made her so happy to see her friend so happy being with him. They both deserved so much happiness...and the joy of seeing that they found it in one another...it really was a sight to behold.

Her eyes scan the piano before her, her fingertips stroking several keys are her mind replayed past memories...*

I taught myself. I studied music in high school, was originally a french horn player and a percussionist, though my field was Japanese drumming called Taiko. But to pass high school advance music I had to learn to play the piano, in order to compose music. So...I just kinda picked it up...

Do you play?

 

[Last_Rider]

I smile.

"No new tales, though Sally and I finished The Office. Sad in a way, but we both felt it had come full circle. A few newer ones have been started, and hopefully continue to progress well. As to playing, no but I've considered it several times. It's such a versatile instrument. My mom went to the Josh Groban concert when he came through our neck of the woods and he had this absolutely phenomenal pianist who's stage name is Elew opening for him. A quick youtube search and the guy is amazing. So the urge kinda came up again."

A quick almost rueful smile.

"Plus Clint Eastwood plays the piano in one of his movies. And if Clint fucking Eastwood can play the piano and remain one of the greatest bad asses of all time, I imagine it wouldn't hurt my image too much."

 

[ShyMystica]

*laughs softly with a slight shake to her head*

Oh Rider, a man playing a piano is far from an image destroyer. It improves it! My god, a man who plays is so hot...you just have no idea...

*blushes with a slight nod*

True story...

 

[Last_Rider]

I smile again.

"I'll take your word for it. I've also debated going to massage school. I'm not worried at all about that hurting my image."

 

[ShyMystica]

Now that is a brilliant idea! All men must do that. Far too many have no clue how to massage a woman, or even read her reactions when they try to do it.

And Yeishia would love it, of course. She would be the official tester of your new skills.

*grins playfully*

 

[Last_Rider]

I'll have to look into it, see if I can afford it.

 

[removed021712]

Now that is a brilliant idea! All men must do that. Far too many have no clue how to massage a woman, or even read her reactions when they try to do it.

And Yeishia would love it, of course. She would be the official tester of your new skills.

*grins playfully*

I took some massage courses about ten years ago and get as much practice as I possibly can, mostly morphing from deep tissue into sensual I am a very tactile person and anything that I can do to get my hands on a woman's body, I will do. Funny, we just had an extended back and forth about massage in the "This or That" thread, earlier today...

 

[ShyMystica]

I'm trapped...trapped in an unyielding vortex of silence. I wish I was stronger than this...strong enough to get past it, cut the strings and simply live happily. I was I was smarter...smart enough to know that I am the only one who is trapped like this, smart enough to know that you don't give a fuck..smart enough to realise that this will never get fixed. I wish I was kinder...perhaps then this would have never happened. I wish I was more beautiful, more accredited, more accomplished...hell, a better person. Perhaps then I wouldn't be here.

But I am here. And I am trapped here. Because I can't talk about it. Not because I lack lips to articulate, or a vocal cord to express...but because I am forced to be silent. I feel guilt to express it, and when I did speak, I went unheard, ignored, slammed and then forgotten.

This vortex is the last string I have to cut from my past, and you won't let me cut it.

Dammit...I wish I was so much more than this.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I'm trapped...trapped in an unyielding vortex of silence. I wish I was stronger than this...strong enough to get past it, cut the strings and simply live happily. I was I was smarter...smart enough to know that I am the only one who is trapped like this, smart enough to know that you don't give a fuck..smart enough to realise that this will never get fixed. I wish I was kinder...perhaps then this would have never happened. I wish I was more beautiful, more accredited, more accomplished...hell, a better person. Perhaps then I wouldn't be here.

But I am here. And I am trapped here. Because I can't talk about it. Not because I lack lips to articulate, or a vocal cord to express...but because I am forced to be silent. I feel guilt to express it, and when I did speak, I went unheard, ignored, slammed and then forgotten.

This vortex is the last string I have to cut from my past, and you won't let me cut it.

Dammit...I wish I was so much more than this.

You are so much mote than you give yourself credit for. I wish you could see yourself in the way I see you my dear friend.

 

[yeishia]

I feel guilt to express it, and when I did speak, I went unheard, ignored, slammed and then forgotten.

.

*holds you close *

Shy just scroll up at all the people who welcomed you back, you were never forgotten at least not here.

If you are thinking of him, he simply is not worth, it remember he is not s Dom by nature it is his delusion he is merely an egotistical coward and so not worthy of someone special like you.

The reason I sent you a weekly IM while you were away was to let you know that I never forgot you.

You know where I am if you need someone to listen.

Speaking is like learning to walk you so it one small step at a time.

Trusting is the same you build it block by block.

We all wish we were something or someone else on occasion the trick is learning to believe in oneself to strip away the artifice and take a good hard look at what is left. Then you embrace and accept what is truly you. If you cannot accept and love yourself sadly it becomes harder for others to do so.

A select few will love and accept you simply because we do not judge you and we see what you still cannot see, the lovely person that you truly are. Most are too lazy to make that attempt or too wrapped up in their own lives to be able do so.

You cannot govern the actions of others but I have learned that it is myself alone who decides how I react, and how I respond and ultimately how progress forwards.

You and only you are in charge of your own life.

As for the vortex you mentioned *hands her a huge pair of devilishly sharp scissors and a shovel * cut it free and bury it! Failing that castrate it!

Ok I guess I have said enough *blushes glancing around her*

[Theses are my personal thoughts they are not meant to provoke a debate here in this quiet space ]

You are in my heart , thoughts and prayers as always my friend. I think you have a wonderful soul and count myself very lucky to call you friend.

 

[ShyMystica]

Thank you Yeishia, FD for your concern.

Yeishia, sweety, I am not 100% sure who you speak of, and that is my own fault for not making this clear. It was actually a spare-of-the-moment ranting about some difficulties I am having with a family member of mine. The reason I can't speak about it is because it is about an event from my past that the family have mutually decided not to ever discuss again. And for me, I can't do it, because I need it to be cleared, dealt with and resolved in order to move on.

Sorry, I really shouldn't have posted anything. Like I said, it was a spare-of-the-moment decision based on emotion rather than logic. I'm sorry. Thank you for your thoughts.

EDIT
I'll PM you if you like. I deeply appreciate your words of wisdom, but for my own personal comfort, perhaps it is best if such personal comments be left to PM and private conversations. I'd feel more comfortable that way since I am a private person. You are great friend Yeishia, I am lucky to call you one *hugs tightly*

 

[yeishia]

No worries you had mentioned a non -family member over whom you seemed stressed; as the conversation was between you and I, it maters not if others read your post, nor of my response, they will be non the wiser for having done so.

Unfortunately I have no experience of family as there was only me growing up. I was blessed with a son and he is my whole world. Sometimes I long for a family with brothers, sisters aunts and uncles but recently I think perhaps life it is simpler with just me.

I have an exercise I used when I was really ill with cancer. It was recommended that in order to clear ones mind and become as stress free as possible that you confront the issues and or people from your present and past. I had issues about my mothers death , if ever we speak again in IM I shall explain , obviously I could not talk to her in person.

Instead I meditated and created a beautiful garden in my mind, I pictured my mother and invited her there. I spilled my heart out to her telling her of the feelings I could not share when i was a child. It was an amazing experience and very cathartic. I left the garden truly at peace.

Perhaps you could try that?

*Holds you close again*

 

[yeishia]

EDIT
I'll PM you if you like. I deeply appreciate your words of wisdom, but for my own personal comfort, perhaps it is best if such personal comments be left to PM and private conversations. I'd feel more comfortable that way since I am a private person. You are great friend Yeishia, I am lucky to call you one *hugs tightly*

Sorry Shy I read this after I posted.

I have been badly burned on Lit and prefer not to share private things via PMs and you do not answer the IM's I send you and so I am at a bit of a loss here.

I shall PM you nonetheless.

 

[ShyMystica]

I understand. My yahoo email account was hacked and closed down, so I will PM you with my other email account, so we can talk there. I have tried to PM you here a few times now with no response. Perhaps my PM system here isn't working?

And the garden idea sounds like it is worth giving a shot. It couldn't make it any worse to try

*smiles softly and hugs her tightly*

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Hey, I want in on all this hugging action! Feel free to both do it at the same time. I wont complain one bit!

 

[ShyMystica]

Hey, I want in on all this hugging action! Feel free to both do it at the same time. I wont complain one bit!

*looks over her shoulder and sees FD and his wicked grin. Cheeky...it was great to see him smile again. Opening her arms she beacons him with a tilt of her head*

 

[yeishia]

* runs in and gives them both a hug before rushing back to work.*

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

*looks over her shoulder and sees FD and his wicked grin. Cheeky...it was great to see him smile again. Opening her arms she beacons him with a tilt of her head*

* runs in and gives them both a hug before rushing back to work.*

-Hugs shy back tightly and smiles, then turns to hug Yeishia as well. Grinning playfully-

Woo. I just got sandwiched by two beautiful women. Today is a good day!

 

[yeishia]

Yes you did FD *giggles blushing *


This on is for Shy alone.

 

[ShyMystica]

*thud, thud, thud...

thump...

Finally, she was home...home! The canvas in her grasp thumped to the floor, along with her tools, bags and jacket. It had been a long day, but productive and pleasant. But there was no other place she wanted to be right now...here, in the comfort and safety of her own place.

Stripping of her paint-covered clothes in a trail behind her, she pulled her sheer robe over her form and sat at her piano and played...

A song to laugh at herself. Yes, really, there was no better cure than laughing at ones own stupidity and misfortunes. Singing and playing, she simply fell to laughter before moving to her chair. Laptop in hand, she curled amongst her cushions and throw rug and settled in for some reading.*

 

[ShyMystica]

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