Soliloquium: Reflections on my World.

I slipped back into Soll and popped on my rarely used coffee pot.

Placing a steaming mug on my writing desk I sat down and picked up the magical quill Timothy has given me drawing a piece of parchment closer. Closing my eyes my mind travelled to the post I was in the midst of wring for Veroe.

Slowly the images came alive in my fertile mind.

I shuddered as I relived what I had written thus far.

Finally with trembling fingers it was Rose who dipped her quil into the ink pot and began to write ...
 
*Stops by to leave 12 red roses and a stuffed Panda, I know her room is filling up with the stuffed things but can't help but bring one for her. Setting them out of the way but in a spot that she will see I smile and leave the items before returning to the real world.*
 
I smile as I return to Solliquium,beautiful roses and a stuffed panda greet me as I enter my abode. As a child I had always wanted a teddy bear or a stuffed panda and now I was the proud owner of several all courtesy of Amc.


Thank you Amc you are so very thoughtful, I simply adore both the roses and the panda:rose:


Sitting down before the crackling fire place with the coffee I had pilfered from the China Pearl I begin to leaf through a favorite art book.

It was Friday and my taxes were done, my weekend was beginning to look lovely.
 
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Returning from my long walk along the bluff I elected to come home to Soll and perhaps write.

First though a green smoothie to fire up my sluggish brain cells. I slip many good things into my Vitamix and soon I am sitting before my own small fireplace slowly sipping the delicious concoction I have made myself.

It was turning out to be a beautiful day both in my real world and here on Lit.
 
Not wishing to disturb CG I had taken my small vase of flowers, coffee and my iPad and returned to my own domain to read.

Placing the lovely flowers on the mantlepiece I stood looking at them in thought a far away look in my sad eyes as I thought of the person who had thoughtfully picked them for me.

Sighing softly I settled myself on my overstuffed sofa...today was a blessed day off and I planned on finishing off The Saint . Sipping on my coffee I soon became happily embroiled in the sensuous world Tiffany Reisz had created enjoying every vital moment. I half wished Veroe were here to read it with me....
 
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*I slip in feeling a little naughty today. I look around and sneak into your bedroom with a very large sack over my shoulder. I take a quick look over my shoulder to make sure I was not spotted or that Yeishia stood in the door behind me. Seeing nothing and hearing no foot steps coming down towards the bedroom I drop the sack slowly and open it up. The very large stuffed panda head pops out as the sack falls away and I smile as I pull back the Yeishia's bed. Carefully I take the huge panda and place it on it's back in the bed. Taking a quick glance at the door I give a quick listen for sounds before continuing to move the huge panda around. Stepping back and looking it looks as of it was a person, a rather large person sleeping in the bed. After I walk carefully around the bed and make sure from most angels no one could tell if it's a person or stuffed animal I nod to myself before picking up the sack and sneaking out before Yeishia finds me. On my way out I leave a Red Rose on the counter for her as well before slipping back to the real world.*
 
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Not wishing to disturb CG I had taken my small vase of flowers, coffee and my iPad and returned to my own domain to read.

Placing the lovely flowers on the mantlepiece I stood looking at them in thought a far away look in my sad eyes as I thought of the person who had thoughtfully picked them for me.

Sighing softly I settled myself on my overstuffed sofa...today was a blessed day off and I planned on finishing off The Saint . Sipping on my coffee I soon became happily embroiled in the sensuous world Tiffany Reisz had created enjoying every vital moment. I half wished Veroe were here to read it with me....

Book finished and re read I had fallen asleep on the overstuffed couch my dreams filled with delightful naughtiness I had awoken saited as soft smile on my lips, oh how I wished that I coukd beone such as she...still caught in the book's evocative web I found myself unwilling to leave morpheus's arms just yet.

My seeking fingers slide down my own warm flesh ...touching ...tantalizing as they explore each valley and plane beneath the soft blanket. My eyes fluttering closed on the dawning day as small moans slip from my lip as I sink deeper into my fantasies...

The betwixt and between Has never been more delightful. :rose:
 
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I returned to Soll to get ready for my day delighted to find the single red rose on my kitchen counter. Heading to my small bedroom I stopped short at the doorway when I spied the body in my bed. For a second my heart stopped in my chest and I frozen in place....

Making myself move I tiptoes to the bed thinking I would tie whoever it was to the bed post then I would stay home from work and have some fun at his expense. Grinning at the direction my thoughts were heading I stopped again allowing my imagination to run free, it had been quite awhile since I had enjoyed such games.

My slender fingers reached for the silken sheet owing instinctively that it was one of Amc's pranks...

I couldn't imagine a single male who would be in my bed.

Pulling the sheet away I giggled at the life size panda who lay waiting for me. Impulsively I slid in beside it and held it tight.

One day....
 
his first time on lit in what seems like forever finds himself in her gardens. It is in touch with nature and that is something he needs, that he lacks in his real world. He leans against a tree as he sits, his hands moving absently playing with a fallen leaf as he hums a tune to himself. He hopes this will relax him, he needs some form of peace at this time.
 
his first time on lit in what seems like forever finds himself in her gardens. It is in touch with nature and that is something he needs, that he lacks in his real world. He leans against a tree as he sits, his hands moving absently playing with a fallen leaf as he hums a tune to himself. He hopes this will relax him, he needs some form of peace at this time.

I had missed Glads silent arrivial at Solliquium having been fast asleep in my new pandas arms. I made myself a pinneaple smoothy and took it to the French windows which still of course stood open to the gardens dispite Timothy's many warnings.

Sipping my drink I stood watching the troubled elf sitting against one of my ancient trees. Smiling softly I knew that my beloved garden would be balm to his tired spirit. It would fill him with vibrant life hopefully easing his pain...

My urge was to go to him, enfold him in my arms and cover his face with tiny kisses...to make his boo booos better...I so wanted to help.

My eyes clouding with sadness I reluctantly turned from the open window curling up at one end of my comfy couch instead.

I would continue to wait...

Glad would come to me when he had need of me.
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He saw her in the window. He wished she would come out and join him, but he knew she was giving him the piece he needed in that moment. He folded his hands in his lap and reached out with his mind to her, soft words filling her mind. "Thank you for letting the peace of your nature fill me up again. I welcome your company now though, you know me, I may have times where I need peace and quiet, but I also need the comfort of others. I would welcome you to join me and would share what small time I have here with you."
 
I slipped barefoot into my gardens gently dropping down beside him wrapping my arms around his silent form resting my cheek upon his chest saying nothing, content to listen to his heart beating.

I was happy to spend this small allotment of time with him.

Time for me was a precious commodity, one never knew when it would simply run out. I knew more than most how easily this could happen.

Death was ofttimes perched upon my shoulder... I sometimes called him friend.
 
I held her close, fingers lifting to comb through her thick locks, reveling in the feel of its softness. Gently finger tips slid down to trace her soft skin, the curve of her cheekbone theline of her lips. I too was silent as I held her just enjoying the gentle touches. Our relationship had hit a bump last week. Words could be such a gift or such a curse and it seemed that sometimes words did not work out between us, but this was nice, this silence, reading each other through touch, both in harmony with nature.
 
*I slip in like a Ninja and leave 3 large stuffed Animals atop the counter for Yeishia's return. Knowing I must have missed our play date I leave 24 red roses as well. The animals are placed around the roses as guards, a Large Panda, Tiger and Wolf. I nod to myself and slip out, hoping Yeishia won't be too mad I missed our play date.*
 
*I slip in like a Ninja and leave 3 large stuffed Animals atop the counter for Yeishia's return. Knowing I must have missed our play date I leave 24 red roses as well. The animals are placed around the roses as guards, a Large Panda, Tiger and Wolf. I nod to myself and slip out, hoping Yeishia won't be too mad I missed our play date.*

thank you for the wonderful gifts. you didn't miss our play date. my real world and state of mind has kept me rom lit...i am working though some demons. i need to be in a certain frame of mind to play as we discussed. Right now I am in a very subbie mind space....
 
He stands in the garden his eyes sweeping around looking for her. He wears a slight smile. He is feeling some better, especially than a few days ago and he seeks her out. "Yeishia?" he calls softly.

He realizes the lady is not currently home and moves to her garden, knowing she will know he had been here as he slips back off into the real world not wishing to intrude.
 
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Slips in to her place of rest in fond hopes that that is what she has found. Wanders the silent halls. Finally inspects her bedroom finding it void of her also. Carefully he places a package on her writing desk. The package approximately 6in X 10in and two inches thick, contains a hand full or what look like thin wooden cutting boards. Each board has a 1/4 hole in the end of the handle and appear way to thin for any practical use until they are flipped over revealing the painted side. On this side there is a flower panted life-like with a name above them. Belladona, nightshade, Lilly of the valley, the names go on and on all virtually 3-d in their likeness of the real plant. And all with one thing in common. He wonders if she will get their use....
 
it seems that i was destined to miss all of my guests. They passed through my word like virtual shadows with whom I was destined never to meet face to face again perhaps.

I was in fanciful mood I grinned as I set down the Orchid and rose I had received from timothy, along side the plans for my new spaceds

I had chosen the name of my home, Solliquium, a play on words of sorts, a place where i could be myself.

A hostess of a bustling lounge was simply not my forte...

I spied the gift and carefully unwrapped the package. my face lit up as i looked at each wooden image. They were perfection and would fit perfectly in the small cabin of my dreams. Holistic medicine was another passion of mine, I planned on growing many of the plants and herbs myself once the cabin was finished.

Smiling I held one in my hand and tested its strength grinning like a school girl as my mind conjured up yet another use for each of them.

I left the package open on my writing desk and moved off to make a pitcher of pineapple smoothies. I would thank Timothy when next we met.

Finally I settles on the couch ice cold drink in hand. my eyes closed and I was making my way across the meadow to what would soon be my new safe haven...
 
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I lay motionless in her bed. Her warm breath on my neck. Her soft body unshaken in the fall,pressed snug to mine. The full curvature of every inch being ignored for the time. Counting to a hundred in slowly in my head twice, I slowly role her over onto her side. Careful not to disturb her to much and not to lessen the grip of my wings at all.
 
I barley control myself when the idea hits me about her reaction when she wakes up. Just thinking about her eyes opening to her own bedroom and the sensation of being sandwiched between myself and AMC's bear.... Then other thoughts creep in. The smile is gone. But the grip of my wings remain.
 
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