The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

She moved like a shadow along the shore, letting the water race up on the beach and tickle her bare toes. Wet sand squished between her toes but it had a comfortable feeling to it. Dressed in a broom skirt and a matching peasant blouse, her shoulders covered with crocheted shawl she had made herself some time ago and her hair flowing free over her shoulders, brushed away from her face by the light ocean's breeze. She was lost in thought as she walked, hoping that just being close to the water, it would make everything feel peaceful inside her. She had needed to get away from the house and riding Storm was not an option. Horses sensed things about humans.

She climbed the steps to the pier, walking to the end and sitting down, just gazing out at the vast waters. No thoughts running through her mind. Just.... emotions. They raced in, they raced out. She needed to gather them up and make them stay put and while she was at it? Put a wall between herself and them. Glancing up at the sky, it was too early for the stars or the moon for that matter. She needed them. Now. But we don't always get what we wish for, do we?

Patience, girl. Just be patient. These too shall pass. All of it. The world ebbs and it flows. Human nature does too. Time and place for everything and everything has its place.

 

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[Nina327]

Only thing i thought was:

"You had earrings on before you were done with your coffee?
What the fuck is wrong with you?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Only thing i thought was:

"You had earrings on before you were done with your coffee?
What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Um... I usually do leave my earrings in. I forget about 'em

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Journal Entry~

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[Light Ice]

Lillies, lined gently across the stair. This time there is a small box bound in ribbon. Blackberries, fresh and freshly washed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Lillies, lined gently across the stair. This time there is a small box bound in ribbon. Blackberries, fresh and freshly washed.

She found them. Both gifts. Thoughtful as always. She popped a fresh blackberry into her mouth and bit down, the berry's juice exploding in her mouth. So good. Berries were set on the counter so she could eat them while she arranged the lilies in a tall vase. They were so..... elegant. She ran a fingertip over one before picking up the berries, scooping out a handful before depositing the rest in the frig.

She took her handful and headed for the study, munching on them along the way. She was tired. Beyond tired. Sleep was elusive. She was on the brink of bending or breaking, neither had much appeal. Tossing back a few of the berries, she sat at her desk and stared at the computer screen. Her mind was a blank.

 

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Funny how I can hear Daddy in my ear, even right now, saying:

Like you have a choice, little girl.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils,
ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming.
Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external
nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex
is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t
want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck.
I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and
whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are
meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite
rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our
time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me.
I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself
to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences
like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not
wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if
you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your
wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and
no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test."

 

[dragonrazor]

Is that a Lab?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Is that a Lab?

No. It's s pug puppy.