The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[serpentwrap]

I speak in generalities a lot of times simply because not everyone has the same kind of experience. I write a lot of times to purge because it's what I do, my medium of choice. That said.....


A father's first child holds some special meaning to him. That never goes away. Even through the years of turmoil, even if that turmoil creates distance between the two, it still resides in both, father and child. When that first born child is a girl? There's something a little more. We form our own opinions, believe them. Carry them with us as a cross to bear or something that bears us up in times of trouble.

He wanted a boy. He got me. He raised me like a boy. It suited me, most times. There were good times, there were bad. By the time my parents divorced, it was mostly bad. He would have stayed, because of his children, wouldn't change his ways however, but my mother showed a fortitude that has stuck with me today.

Times were rough. Hard even. But we got through them. Because of Mom. How she did it, I don't know. She never showed interest in another man since that day. I think she was far too bitter. Besides, she lived for her children. He was never around. There was never any support, though he lived ever so well while we scraped by. There was resentment, lots of it.

In his older years, he settled in another state. He reached out. I didn't turn my back on him but I offered little more than communication. Some things are not forgettable nor are they forgivable. The older he got, the more I could hear regret and vulnerability in his voice. We never talked of it however. Phone calls got fewer and fewer. He always called me, not the other way around. There were walls that couldn't come down. I think he accepted that. When he called for monetary help, I did what I could. He was grateful and I was glad to help.

It's a hard thing to learn of his passing from this world, from a third source. Sept. 11th just took on a whole new meaning for me. Harder still to read his obit where there wasn't one mention of the grown children he left behind here in Calif. As if we didn't exist. For them, his current family, we probably didn't.

But if in those last moments, if he could remember anything at all (Alzheimer's is a horrid disease), I'd like to think he remembered his first born, his little girl.

I'm sorry, it almost feels intrusive; but that was an amazingly evocative piece of writing. Touched me where it ought to. Thanks for the great read. Sending you a bit of gratitude and good wishes...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I'm sorry, it almost feels intrusive; but that was an amazingly evocative piece of writing. Touched me where it ought to. Thanks for the great read. Sending you a bit of gratitude and good wishes...

Thank you. Whenever I write from the heart and it touches others, I feel blessed with the gift I was given.

And welcome to the Lounge, SW.

 

[serpentwrap]

Yeah, you sure have a gift... Thank you

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Yeah, you sure have a gift... Thank you

*blushes and smiles* Thank you, SW.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

We both know I am strong

I need to be reminded I am vulnerable

I need to look into your eyes and see my vulnerability reflected back at me

Walls torn down, only truth shines forth whether I want to see it or not

No escape

I need to feel you, skin to skin. Point to point, curve to plane

I need to feel your palms against mine

Fingers slid together like puzzles pieces coming together

I need your strength

I need to be filled with it

I need to sigh, writhe, moan, whimper and whisper for you as if it were with my last breath

I need you to hear the soft cries you elicit from me

I need to melt under you or over you

I need to put myself into your keeping where I know I am safe, protected, cared for

I need your heart to beat against mine

I need to hear your guttural groans, your passion’s words

To feel you quake and tremble

I need your scent soaked into my skin

I need the knowledge of your taste on my tongue

I need you to demand with look and strength of body

I need to succumb

By the same token:

I want to rake your skin with my nails

To mark you as mine

Even as you take me as yours

I want to sink my teeth into your skin

Soothe it with my tongue and lips

I want my name,

Spoken with the harshness of your desire and need, in my ear

I want your feral growls

The fierceness of your need inside my softness

I want the heat of your gaze to sear me

To pin me to the spot, unable to look away

I want your wildness and the bruises

It will leave on me come morning

I want that feeling of knowing that I have

Been thoroughly and completely desired

Needed and loved.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

For My Papa Bear

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

For My Papa Bear

I look just like that when I nap too.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I look just like that when I nap too.

*strokes lovingly*

*grins*

You're cuter than a kitten too.

Hehehehe

 

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[DarkWarrioress]

Cowboys And Angels
--Dustin Lynch

There's a want and there's a need
There's a history between
Girls like her and guys like me
Cowboys and angels
I've got boots and she's got wings
I'm hell on wheels and she's heavenly
I'd die for her and she lives for me
Cowboys and angels

Chorus
We ride side by side
A cloud of dust, a ray of light
My touch is her temptation
Her kiss is my salvation
She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous
Cowboys and angels

I'm not sure why her path crossed mine
Accident or grand design
Maybe God just kinda likes
Cowboys and angels

Chorus
We ride side by side
A cloud of dust, a ray of light
My touch is her temptation
Her kiss is my salvation
She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous
Cowboys and angels

There's a want and there's a need
There's a history between
Girls like you and guys like me
Cowboys and angels​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A framed picture materializes near a Lady's front door. Attached to the matte photo is a small white envelope.

Inside the envelope is a note, written in pale plum ink.

Lady~
I saw this and immediately thought of the two of you.
So I added a lil something and had it framed. Enjoy.

Wolfling.​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A framed picture materializes near a Lady's front door. Attached to the matte photo is a small white envelope.

Inside the envelope is a note, written in pale plum ink.

Lady~
I saw this and immediately thought of the two of you.
So I added a lil something and had it framed. Enjoy.

Wolfling.​

As she made her rounds in closing up the house for the night, her hand stilled on the front door and impulsively, she opened the door, something catching the moonlight, caught her attention and in retrieving it and the envelope, she had smile at the photo.

Stepping back inside, closing the door, she could better study the picture, which made her smile. It was perfection and she loved it. Opening the envelope, she read the note.

Ahhh... the Wolfing. She should have known. She knew where to hang this so FD would see it and they could enjoy it together. Such thoughtfulness deserved a return gift and she knew exactly what she would leave the Lady Wolf....

 

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[DarkWarrioress]

The morning beckons and as much as I want to throw my phone against the wall to forever silence it, I know I will be reasonable.

Coffee is retrieved. Mental notes made as I sit at my desk and contemplate the calendar. A slow start to the week, but that's fine. I rather like that way. Unfortunately, it won't stay that way.

One post to answer, that will be forthcoming this morning. I'm also a little less worried since last night. Hopefully the things Papa Bear and I talked over, he'll consider following up on. It certainly can't hurt.

PANDAS! On WOW. Yes. About time. Can't wait but I'm going to. I know how the realm gets, crowded. Maybe I will try to explore a little with Tera. Heaven only knows I have a month free to decide.

I really need to get this idea formulated. I need a male writing partner who has been or is, part of the military OR someone who can convince me he can write the part convincingly. My preference is for a Marine (once a Marine, always a Marine) but any branch of service will work if they can portray what I'm looking for.

For now, I need to get my mind clear on what I want to achieve with that idea. The RW beckons again, dammit. Grabbing my coffee I head off to silence the bitch.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

This morning I was awakened by the sound of my phone, no not the alarm but an incoming text. I didn't mind. I wasn't far off in rising anyway. Maybe that was why I was slow to leave my warm bed or maybe it was the dreams that held me there.

A smile played across my lips as I raised the cup of coffee to them. My eyes took on a faraway look. Dreams were nice. I knew where mine took me.

In any case, the clock ticked by like a damn ninja and before I knew it, I was hopping around like a bead of water on a hot griddle. I took the puppy girl with me this morning. A treat for her and she adored it. The leash comes off the wall and she becomes a spastic four-legged, long-haired bundle of let's go. Now.

So, here I am. Back home. My feet propped up on the desk in the most unladylike fashion, as if I give a damn about that. I mean, there are times I do and times I don't. There are times to be a lady and times not to be so. A quick check to see if I owe any more posts beyond the one of last night. A careful inspection because M13 has a tendency to sneak one in on me and I don't find it until later. Nope. Good. So I can turn my inward eye to developing my new girl. I want this thread to be intense. I want it to be thought provoking. I want to write so that my hand reaches into your gut and twists it. My co-writer and I have chemistry together so now, all I have to do is write it.

I can write sexual tension like I desire it to show with Papa Bear. So far, he's the only one who has strummed that cord in me. That one fleeting moment when the air just sizzles between a man and woman and recognition ignites, stoked by anger.

In this new thread, sex, yes, of course but it is the subtle nuances of other things I want people to catch. For the first time, in a long time, I worry. Can I pull this off? Can I convey what I am looking to in this thread? The worry doesn't put me off my game, it merely sharpens the edge and god knows, I love walking the sharp edges. The thread begins with him fostering the basis of his story, this story. There's a romantic edge here too and I know my co-writer, whether he'll admit it or not, has a romantic side. I'm not looking for flowery descriptions of how the guy of the story perceives her. I want this to be about him. His emotional journey and how the girl gets caught up in it. It begins with a photo. A photo of Destiny. I hope my writing is worthy of its telling.