Soliloquium: Reflections on my World.

[The_gladiator]

he finds that he has fallen asleep on Yeishia's sofa. He wakes lifting his eyelids to smile at Yeishia. "This couch is comfortable." he says somewhat embarrassedly. "You really do make some wonderful tea lady Yeishia..." his smile is genuine. He leans forward resting his hand on hers, "Thank you so much for letting me spend time with you... I do hope I have not been imposing."

 

[yeishia]

Reminders...

The living area

The Secret Gardens.

My private Bedroom

My writing Desk

Soon to be added dance studio and tea room...​

 

[yeishia]

he finds that he has fallen asleep on Yeishia's sofa. He wakes lifting his eyelids to smile at Yeishia. "This couch is comfortable." he says somewhat embarrassedly. "You really do make some wonderful tea lady Yeishia..." his smile is genuine. He leans forward resting his hand on hers, "Thank you so much for letting me spend time with you... I do hope I have not been imposing."

I watch him unfurl his length from my couch where he had fallen asleep hours earlier.

"no worries as I told DW my home is yours please use it in my absence. The only room which is mine alone is of course my bedroom" I blush thinking of who even now is stretched out in my small bed.

"I do have a spare guest room if you ever need over there behind the kitchen, my Vassal staff always make sure it is clean and welcoming."

 

[The_gladiator]

I watch him unfurl his length from my couch where he had fallen asleep hours earlier.

"no worries as I told DW my home is yours please use it in my absence. The only room which is mine alone is of course my bedroom" I blush thinking of who even now is stretched out in my small bed.

"I do have a spare guest room if you ever need over there behind the kitchen, my Vassal staff always make sure it is clean and welcoming."

He laughs, "What, I am not welcome in your room?" he teases. But is only joking. "Thank you. have you thought of an idea for us?"

 

[yeishia]

He laughs, "What, I am not welcome in your room?" he teases. But is only joking. "Thank you. have you thought of an idea for us?"

Giggle at his joke "Of course you are, but its like the Vampire thingy ..you must be invited. " I joke back.

"You know me I am a one man woman. Now that I am free I am thinking of changing my ways maybe becoming a loose woman...moving through the lounges fucking anything that breaths, man , woman elf or beast! " I leer at him across the table trying to look both sexy and alluring.

It doesnt last long as I disolve in giggles. Looking serious suddenly I warn him." One day I will ...truly"

I take a sip of the wine I am presently drinking while I ponder his question. "Frankly I do not have a clue what you like to write, I need to check out some of your stories I think. did you come up with any ideas?"

( im done with the colored text too lol I am tired hehe)

 

[The_gladiator]

"No, I've been a little swamped no ideas at the moment." he smiles, "We will figure something out my dear."

He chuckles at her, "You are sexy m'dear, but I cannot see you honestly fucking anything and everything. Oh hell I'd love to see it if just to say "I saw Yeishia, did you see her, she totally fucked like everything."" soon his laughter joins hers.

"I should leave you you little one must be up soon, get some sleep. may you rest well and I shall come visit tomorrow?" he offers reaching out to give her a warm hug.

 

[yeishia]

Smiling at his playful banter I hug him warmly back " nite Glad," I whisper softly.

 

[darkangel76]

She slips in to see who might be up and about at this time, tiptoeing quietly as she enters. She notices a note from dear Yeisha about how her home is always open whether home or not. Feeling touched, she smiles and knows she's definitely made a friend here.

 

[yeishia]

She is busily preparing her breakfast and trying to decide wether she should have coffee here or head over to the now bustling Inn..

Preferring her solitude at least until she is fully awake she takes her fragrant mug into the garden and sits on a low stone bench to savor its contents.

The morning weather here is perfect...

She had missed DA' s visit yesterday but hoped that one day she would return.

 

[yeishia]

Returning to her own domain bottle of pink dream clutched in one slender hand she fetched a glass and poured herself a small glass, savoring the first touch of the intoxicating fierily liquid dancing on her soft tongue. Eyes closed she remembered the promise the drink was supposed to bring....legend had it that it fulfilled dreams conscious or otherwise, she remembered dancing and drinking with Young Lisa in the China Pearl in days long gone by...

Forgoing the glass she picked up the bottle and slipped into the gardens clumsily shedding her clothing as she drank from the bottle and made her way to the hot springs by the time she stopped to say hello to her fishy friends she was totally nude. Carefully she placed the bottle beside the hot tub and released her glorious hair delighting in its soft feel as it cascaded around her slender form, twirling around until she was almost dizzy she almost lost her footing. Giggling she gazed up at the star filled sky. "Star light star bright I make a wish...".her voice trailed off eyes suddenly clouding with pain at a forgotten memory. "It is what it is," she told one of her fishy pets suddenly smiling as she carefully slipped into the tube sinking into its warm bubbly depths sighing as the turbulent waters warmed her troubled soul.

Finally settled her hair cavorting around her like a living entity she reached out a dripping hand to find her bottle before taking a long drink . The fiery liquid warmed her belly bringing with it a sensual promise...

Sighing her head fell backwards and her eyes fluttered closed as she allowed the warm waters to support her nude form and her mind to simply drift away...

​

 

[yeishia]

Thoughts while Floating...

Confessions of a Skull Mask

We were at a party, you and I, in celebration of a long-forgotten cause for joy. There was raucous drinking. The party pushed on into the darkest hours of the night. Somebody brought out a video camera to tape the merrymaking. Your boyfriend was seated at a table with some other men, drinking. And you were there beside him, with your hand on his thigh. The camera came and exhorted you all to be witty for posterity. Jokes were made. Funny faces and obscene gestures were directed at the cam- era. I happened to be lying on the table. Your boyfriend picked me up, slipped his face into mine, put the cheap rubber band around the back of his head. He and I mugged for the camera together. For a moment, he was death personified as a drunk man. Or was I an inebriated reaper of souls?

You, my darling, leaned over and—performing for the camera— pushed your tongue through my plastic mouth and into his. You were tongue-kissing the personification of death. I could feel your breath, share your alcoholic saliva. Your friends all cheered. The kiss ended—but then, sweetness, you couldn’t pull your tongue back out through my face. My plastic lips had caught it tight, like a Chinese finger trap. You winced, pulled, made a sort of open-mouthed, gargling cry. The men at the table laughed and jeered. Finally you managed to extract your little muscle of love, but not without cutting it on the sharp edge of my lips. Afterward the videotape clearly showed sweet blood on your tongue.

If you’d been sober, you might have found it symbolic. You can kiss somebody else’s spouse and get away with it. You can kiss a member of the same sex with near impunity. You can give an incestuous kiss on the sly. You can tongue-kiss a dog or exchange raptures with lab rats. But you can’t kiss death without death kissing you back. Death is a passionate kisser. I bite your lips, chew your tongue, leave a little taste of blood in your mouth as a portent of things to come. If I were to kiss you between the legs, you’d see a little blood there too and think that your period had come early. But it wouldn’t be your menses, lover. It would be your ruination, a death’s head with your clitoris in its mouth.

Death is mad about you. Death loves you. Do you love me too? I’m not needy, but I enjoy intimacy—especially with you, darling. Go ahead. Slip your face into mine. I like to feel your warm lips in my inert visage. I like to feel your eyelashes tickling my empty old sockets. One day I’ll slip my face into yours too, and then we’ll experience another sort of intimacy. I’ll be inside you, like a lover. I’ll kiss you from the inside, and it will feel like catching a chill. You’ll get goose bumps up your thighs and shivers down your spine. I’ll whisk you to my wormy bed and we’ll lie there nestled in each other’s arms, or at least so long as you have arms. And even then, when you are hideous dust, I will remain true. I am death and when I love you, it’s forever.

And why shouldn’t you love me back? I know that sometimes you fantasize about me. You lie in bed at night wondering how and when I will come, and what I’ll look like when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire? A skeleton? A ghost? You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you. “There, there,” I say, kissing your tears away. “I’ll make those awful things go away. Life won’t be a burden to you anymore. I promise.”

I pull back the curtain to reveal a wonderful new world—a party, a riot, a ball. It’s the costume affair, Mardi Gras, the Halloween festival, the Day of the Dead, and it’s enormous fun to prance around on the arm of inevitable doom. Life is short! Seize the day! Go ahead, darling. Slip me on. Pretend you’re me. See the world through my sockets. Laugh. Live. Love—while you can. Eat, drink, and be merry. What do you think I do? I’m death, and I laugh and make merry too. I dance with skeletons and make goblets out of skulls—to drink from the cranium, you should know, is very fine. When your brains are gone, what nobler substitute could there be than wine?

Death-drunk—mortality-mad—overdose on the necrotic narcotic—tongue the skull—laugh in the mask—tempt fate—dance—flirt with the fatal—giggle at the grotesque—get down with the death’s heads—kiss the dirt from the cadaver’s lips—laugh—drink—dance—dissevered heads know how to party—skeletons rock—bones get it on— when you’re a skull and your brain is gone, you’ve got every excuse. You can’t say you knew better because you had nothing to know with. I am the justification, the skull mask says, for the time of your life.

Everybody in a circle. Join hands and sing out loud, “We all die.”


Necrophilia Variations by Supervert

 

[Ravenloft]

Stoya reading the above in orgasmic bliss.

http://youtu.be/PQuT-Xfyk3o

 

[yeishia]

It was the 4th of July I imagined fireworks somewhere. I had left a card for all of my friends and then had thought better of it. They were no more ...they would not see it...why bother?

 

[Nessitude]

I peek in the door hesitantly, a little unsure. Patting the note in my pocket, I assure myself that I'll be welcome, even though it's been a while.

"yeishia, are you home?"

 

[yeishia]

As I return from a long walk in my gardens I am delighted to find that I have a visitor. i rush into his arms smiling.

"Ness I was delighted to hear that you had returned, what brings you to my corner of Lit...Susan mentioned lessons?"

Blushing slightly I lead him to the couch and bid him sit. Fetching him a cool glass of fresh lemonade before I settle myself at his feet...

 

[Nessitude]

I smile, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, enjoying the brief feeling of her slender body against mine.

Taking a sip of my lemonade, I nod "I remember you gave me a lesson once, ages ago... I'd love to learn more from you, if you're willing"

 

[yeishia]

Smiling I settle myself at his feet head resting on his knee as I ponder his question.

"Of course I would Ness it would be my pleasure though I doubt that you have much to learn really. Do you have a particular area that you would like to explore, an itch you would like to scratch?"

I know that I am blushing slightly as I glance up at him from beneath my long lashes.

 

[Nessitude]

"I can think of a few things I wouldn't mind exploring" I reach down to pat your head, running my fingers through your hair, smiling a little. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to experience them all. I just hope I haven't forgotten how! It's been so long since I have done anything like that"


I enjoy the feeling of closeness, having your head on my lap.

 

[yeishia]

I smile up at you loving the feel of your strong fingers running through my long hair. Physical contact is so important to me I had forgotton how much I craved the touch of someone special.

" I asure that you will remember Ness, I am not sure however of my teaching skills, prehaps we can explore together? I do believe you still have your key to the Vassal Academy Club, I shall meet you there when I can."

Smiling softly and with a whispered, "Que sera sera," and I slipped softly from his gentle touch...

 

[yeishia]

I returned to Soll needing closure.

This was the anniversary that never happened.

The story of my life it seems.

If I were truly was honest in all our years together...almost three, we had never truly celebrated it...promises were made, never fulfilled.

Why each year did we plan a celebration which never evolved.

Poor memory on the part of one?

Lack of forethought?

Not an important event in the scheme of things.

Real life?

Who knows... really I am sure neither of us truly did truth be told.

I lowered the lights and closed the drapes just the way he liked them, popped on our favorite song Time In A Bottlebefore reverently pouring two glasses of wine.

One non- alcoholic for him

A glass of red for me.

The gift of my heart lay wrapped in several layers of tissue on the small table between our drinks.

It was his ...

This celebration was mine alone.

I raised my glass. " To us and the beautiful memories which will be locked in their own corner of my heart to be fondly revisited upon occasion when my reality overwhelms me."

It is rare when some one truly appreciates who you are accepting you warts and all for more than a passing moment.

This made me cry today...

 

[yeishia]

I slip into Soll in the dead of the night unable to sleep . I rarely come here any more but tonight the gardens call my name and I find that I am unable to resist..

Restless...

My heart aches.

Pushing open the huge french doors I become lost in the shadow of my gardens...no stars abound tonite.

I belong here.

Howling in the darkness...is it to become my fate also I wonder as swallowed whole I become one with the night.

 

[Veroe]

A note stuck to the door

Yeishia

Getting over the cold I came down with now.

Sorry for the holdup will try and write up a response in your bedroom as soon as RL allows me to do so.

With love, sincerely
Veroe​

 

[yeishia]

Returns to Soll with her stolen booty safely tucked under one arm, intending to hang it on the wall opposite her bed as a potent reminder of what she once had and lost. On more than one occasion; she was lucky she supposed...

As she reached the door she found he note pinned to it. With trembling fingers she carefully unpinned it before pushing the heavy door open. Placing the picture carefully on her desk she then sat down on her cosy couch infront of the neglected and empty fire place.

The note is from Veroe.

It is read with reverence bringing a smile to her face before clutching it to her bosom she curled up around it, suddenly to tired to bother with anything else...in a minute she thinks.

 

[yeishia]

The minute turned into a long night tossing and turning on the couch untill sleepy eyed I awoke to sunshine.

Time to set the place to rights I supposed. Shower, eat, and clean...

Popping some music into the Boise system and leaving the bathroom door open I shed my clothing and stepped into the shower.

Music, warm waters and my memories surrounded me as I slowly soaped my soft skin...

Reflections.

The Supremes.

Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me

Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me

Oh, I'm all alone now
No love to shield me
Trapped in a world
That's a distorted reality

Happiness you took from me
And left me alone
With only memories

Through the mirror of my mind
Through these tears that I'm crying
Reflects a hurt I can't control
'Cause although you're gone
I keep holding on
To the happy times
Oh, when you were mine

As I peer through the window
Of lost time
Looking over my yesterdays
And all the love I gave all in vain
(All the love) All the love
That I've wasted
(All the tears) All the tears
That I've tasted
All in vain

Through the hollow of my tears
I see a dream that's lost
From the hurt
That you have caused

Everywhere I turn
Seems like everything I see
Reflects the love that used to be

In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust

After all the nights
I sat alone and wept
Just a handful of promises
Are all that's left of loving you

Reflections of
The way life used to be
Reflections of
The love you took from me

In you I put
All my faith and trust
Right before my eyes
My world has turned to dust...


My shower was cathartic a shedding of the melancholy I had felt of late...

to quote another, Tt was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I had known love more than once.

I was truly blessed indeed ...no need for sadness in my world.

( mind you a good cry did feel good sometimes )

​

 

[yeishia]

Dedicated to me...

~ I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.~

Rochester to Jane Eyre​