Vailyn's Isle

[Vailyn]

Untitled Idea/Short Story

Plop

The trickle of water slides down the numb skin that's grown colder even as a fever burns white hot beneath. The shivers and uncontrollable shuddering stopped hours ago. Not a good sign.

Plop

An ordinary drop of who-knows-where-it-came-from-or-how-clean-it-is water dived with no feelings, but he couldn't help but think it must have felt glee, to splat into an ignoble shift of nothing-shape and careen down his side.

Plop

Funny how you take for granted the things you have on a daily basis when it's all taken away. Clothes, for example, are worn to help shelter the body but most would only think of them as a matter of necessity of not being nude or a fashion choice that determines their status and worth.

He just wanted some fucking clothes to be warm. Not that clothed, wet and dying is any better than naked, wet and dying. But dammit if he had to choose one over the other. Clothes is the way to go.

Plop

Counting is overrated. Even if it's something you can do unto infinity, the monotonous cadence eventually numbs the thinking mind and zeroes out the whole point of staying occupied. If he had wanted a zen state of nothingness, he would've just slept.

He didn't want to sleep.

He didn't want o think.

He definitely didn't fucking want to remember.

Plop

Being insanely awake and lucid as his body slowly succumbs to the leeching death was no party but it was better than dreaming shit he had no control to negate. The madness of simple things like water drops, pervasive cold, intensifying feverous heat and bitching was better than giving in. The goal was to give nothing.

Nothing more than his life.

Plop

 

[Vailyn]

Star Strewn Skies

Beneath star strewn velvet skies, I lay in a rocking-a-bye hammock made of silken cords. A soft smile teases my lips, eyes looking inwards at memories of a delightfully sinful interlude, and dreaming of the next encounter. Curling a hand beneath my chin, I nestle into the hammock and fall into dreams.

 

[Vailyn]

Pretty please? (An intro)

Beep-Beep

Text: I’ll be home in 10 min. I have a surprise for you. *wicked grin*

The sound of the door unlocking catches his attention and he turns his head to see her walk in the front door. Her long dark hair is in a fancy twist and held in place by two silver bejeweled sticks. A rich black mantle hides her body from neck to ankles. Leaving only her shining silver heels and dainty feet in view.

“Here catch.” She’s turns to face him, a mischievous smile quirking up the side of her dark pink lips and she throws something at him. A small blur of motion that he catches with ease. It’s her smartphone. He raise his dark brow questioningly. She laughs softly and her smile blooms wickedly. “I have it on the music program. Push play.”

She waits.
Laughs softly, a purr rising from her throat.
Lashes fall to hover over dark eyes, she pleads sweetly, “Pretty please?”

He activates the screen and pushes play.

 

[Vailyn]

Music: New Love - Beth Hart

Come across a new musician that I love and adore! Amazing voice! Totally smoking hot for blues: Beth Hart.

I'll Take Care of You with Joe Bossanova

I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know

Your Heart is as Black as Night with Joe Bonamassa

Close to My Fire with Joe Bonamassa

Am I the One

Baddest Blues

I'd Rather Go Blind

Setting Me Free

Mother Maria

Forever Young

Jealousy

 

[Vailyn]

For Future Use

 

[KattDclaw]

All I heard in my head was 'dat ass' over and over again. Shit, the Internet has ruined me...

 

[Vailyn]

From what song? Or is it a person? OR are you stuck on fun pantie? =D

 

[KattDclaw]

All those butt shots. Dat ass dat ass. BAM. Wooo. It got hot in here. *fans herself*

 

[Vailyn]

Aren't they grrrrrrrrrrreat?!?! =D
I want all the pretty lingerie. Yum yum!

 

[Vailyn]

Poem: Wicked Be

Silent demands to part
my legs, you slip between
and nudge teasingly the
warm moist haven you seek

Answering muffled mewling
moans and gasping quick
drawn breathes keeps an
audible track of rising needs

Hissing a groan of control
as you nudge the grasping
entrance which you so
desperately desire to be in.

Withholding the final moment
of intoxicating union of bodies
too long denied, completing the
fulfillment of orgasmic peak.

Rise of hips to taunting, shivering
corded engorged cock moving too
shallowly in and out of the pulsing
pink blushing passage beneath.

A slipping thrust goes awry and
control is lost to the hot sensations
coursing uncontrollably in fusing nerves
of lovers who loses the battle of tease.

 

[Vailyn]

For Katt & AA's Story

 

[Vailyn]

Character to Use

Name: Chloe Grace Williams
Age: 23
Height: 5’5”
Hair: Wavy, golden blonde hair
Eyes: Light Brown (Turns Blue during a vision)
Body: Softly curved, rounded body – 36C, rounded behind, long legs

Has a spastic “psychic” ability that she has no control over. Is it really an ability or is it a curse passed down from the family TRAGEDY aka insane Grandmother that’s rumored to have been a Black Witch?

-It can be trigged by anything: sight, smell, touch or passing conversation.

-Light Brown eyes flare blue during the “hit” and Chloe ends up blurting out whatever she sees.

-Sometimes she can hold back but if she’s at all nervous, it can be like a bullet or a runaway train.

-Sometimes, Chloe claims that she has an odd form of Tourette syndrome but that doesn’t usually fly over very well.

JOB: Chloe has a business degree in communications and got a job as a legal secretary while she works on figuring out what she really wants to do with her life.

- I’m normal. That is the statement that Chloe does her best to live up to as much as possible. That determination has lead to her actually making a few friends. As long as she doesn’t tell them the whole truth that is…

-She wants to live a normal life, have a good job, fall in love, get married, buy a house and have a few kids. It is the American DREAM!

-She doesn’t ever want to end up in denial and covered in religious fanaticism like her Mom.

The “hits” are getting more frequent and there’s a feeling of urgency that has gripped Chloe since she turned 21. She’s fought it off by staying busy but all signs and dreams point towards her past. She must figure it out so she can go back to her normal life!!!!

HISTORY: Chole’s Mom – Alyssa May Williams was the only child of Charles and Titannia Williams. She has only dark memories of her crazy childhood and refused to talk about her real parents or past before being adopted by Arthur and Mary Dalton. The only thing she WILL talk about is the fact that magic is evil and being a upright Christian is the only way to save one’s soul. That is the only way to keep the Tragedy from ever happening again.

Who is Chloe’s Dad? No one knows! It isn’t talked about at all. Chloe is an only child that was born to Alyssa while she was traveling in Europe during her late 30’s.

The Tragedy: Charles Williams was an amateur scientist and alchemist. He was really a good stock broker who made a lot of money in a handful of years and retired to “have fun” with his scientific and alchemic studies. One of his experiments was to play around with explosives to kill several cows at once. A fatal endeavor that lead to his death.

Titannia was a beautiful woman of style and grace and an evil eye that could chill you to the bone. It’s said that when she really looks into your eyes, she could see into your very soul and tell you the secrets you try in vain to hide. But mostly, people loved her for her graceful parties and cheery hosting. Then Charles died and she withdrew from society for three years. When she came back out to the public, all sorts of rumors have already passed from local to local and everyone was shocked at her drawn and bitter appearance. They called her Black Witch.

 

[Vailyn]

Character/Story to Use

Carina Grayson
26 years old, wavy strawberry blonde shoulder length hair, bright green eyes, 5’4”, curvy body, 36C, small waist, full hips, long legs

Inherited beautiful Victorian house from Aunt Sally, who has decided to spend her remaining years in sunny Florida. Carina is an up and coming interior designer and loved visiting Aunt Sally as a child.

Haunted: The explicit dreams came almost every night. She could swear it was really happening but no one would be there when she woke up. It would just be her tangled up in covers. It would be her left alone aching. The dreams started when she moved into the house she inherited from Aunt Sally. A beautiful old Victorian that's a little worn down and needs some repair. A perfect home for an up and coming interior designer.

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Carina's favorite Aunt Sally dropped a bomb on her during their dinner date on Monday night. She's been dropping hints about some sort of big news for a while but her Aunt's mischievous and downright devious nature would only give just enough hints to drive Carina's curiosity wild.

It's tradition. Every Monday night, Carina came over to Aunt Sally's beautiful old Victorian house and they would make dinner together. Aunt Sally was always in charge of creating some sort of dessert because that was one of her favorite things to do in the kitchen. They would talk about what they've done over the past week and Aunt Sally would grill her about work, dates, relationships or gossip of any importance.

Dessert was a decadent dark chocolate cheesecake with cherry and lime accents. After exchanging several compliments on the amazing cheesecake, Aunt Sally looked at her niece with loving green eyes. "You know I love you, right?"

A short laugh burst from Carina as she tucked a lock of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "Of course I know you do! Who would love me despite all my flaws if not you, Aunt Sally? Are you going to tell me the news? I'm dying to find out! You've been hinting for weeks!"

"This house has been in the family for almost two hundred years. There's a lot of history here. Most of it is mundane, some of it is utterly enchanting and there's a few that are bad enough to curl your hair at night. I've shared most of the stories with you over the years and you know where the rest of them are located. As of tonight, the house is yours, Carina. I'm transferring the house to you. I know you'll stand by the family rules and take good care of this beast."

"You can't mean it! I can't take the house! I mean, I always thought I would get it when you passed away. Not while you're alive and kicking! What's going on, Aunt Sally?" Carina asked, concern darkening bright green eyes. A family feature they share.

Aunt Sally raised a hand, took a happy bite of cheesecake and answered her niece. "I decided it's time for change, sweetheart. I want to do something new and live a little! I bought a condo near the beach in Florida. I've always enjoyed the weather down there. I don't know anyone but that won't stop me from getting around town and making new friends." She smiled at her and held her hand. "I want to pass the Guardianship of the house to you and go enjoy myself in a new place. You will have to come visit me or I'll miss my favorite niece."

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Wow! This place is mine. It's really mine now. I can't believe it! Carina thought a week later as she unpacked a few necessities. Once Aunt Sally made her announcement, there was no going back and the last week was full of changes to pack and move. Aunt Sally already shipped what she wanted to keep down to her new condo and only needed a hand to pack the clothes she left at the house.

Carina needed a little help to pick out what to keep and what was to go at her own spacious loft apartment. She decided to put the place up for rent because she didn't want to sell it in the low market. Besides, the loft was her first home that she owned and she wasn't about to give it up now.

Once all the major decisions were made and the right papers signed, Aunt Sally spent a few days hanging out with her favorite niece and then headed off to a new adventure with a confident stride.

She caressed the hand made stairwell with a fond smile. "I am going to have the time of my life fixing you up, you darling old beauty! It's a prime chance to show off my interior design skills and to work on some repairs. Maybe it's time to make the kitchen a bit more modern. What do you say, old girl?"

With a last look around the house, Carina went up to bed. It's been a long week and there's still a lot to do. She's been working at her job and moving at the same time. This is the first night in a while that she's going to bed at midnight. A sigh of content whispered from Carina as she snuggled into the four poster bed. A few hours later, her sleeveless silk nightgown twisted up around her waist as she turned restlessly in her sleep. Needy little moans and longing sighs fell from Carina's full lips as she slept. Her shapely legs were parted a bit, showing pale wispy curls and a glint of wetness trickling down.

~*~​

 

[Vailyn]

Character to Use

Name: Talia Rose Carlton
Age: 18
Height: 5'2"
Hair: Dark Auburn (dark brown with rich gold & red tones), long wavy hair down to just past her butt.
Eyes: Sky Blue
Face: Heart shaped face, wide forehead, widow's peak, large wide spread eyes, high cheekbones, snubbed nose, naturally dark rose full lips (lower lip is fuller than the top)

Body: Petite, full B size breasts with small pink nipples, small waist, small curvy hips, round muscular rear end, well toned legs and dainty hands/feets. Talia's legs are longer than her torso. Makes it seem as though her chest is larger than it is. Her skin is creamy white with a pink tint and fairly soft to the touch.

Appearance: Talia hasn't had time to care about fashion and makeup for several years. The days where she used to plan a fresh outfit for each event and different parts of the day are long gone. Now she makes due with mending/altering old dresses.

Glasses. Talia wears thick black framed glasses with plain glass lens. She thinks they make her look older.

Her long hair is braided and then coiled on top of her head. It's a functional disarray. She's become lean in the past few years and no longer fill out her dresses. She alternates wearing a faded blue-grey or dark grey dresses that sag on her and hides her body shape. Numerous frills on the top gives her a flat chest, the bunching of the skirts take away the curve of her hips or ass. She frequently kicks the skirt to not step on them and occasionally trips over her own feet.

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[Vailyn]

For Story Use

 

[Veroe]

Those are better than the ones I found for sure.

 

[Vailyn]

For Story Use

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[Vailyn]

Those are better than the ones I found for sure.

Hi! Welcome to my little slice of the world.
I have certain things I love to shop for and killer boots are one of them. I own several pairs of boots. I love each of them!

 

[Vailyn]

For Future Use

 

[Raven_Timothy]

Lovely venicetian masks you've found there Vailyn.

 

[Veroe]

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Wow you even found the metal stillettos too.

I'd say the last one is the closest to what I had envisioned but I like imagery of the serpent curling around them in the second too.

 

[Vailyn]

Lovely venicetian masks you've found there Vailyn.

Welcome back, Raven. =)
Thanks! It's part of a story idea in progress.

 

[Vailyn]

Wow you even found the metal stillettos too.

I'd say the last one is the closest to what I had envisioned but I like imagery of the serpent curling around them in the second too.

There are lots of fun shoe ideas. =) I really like the white buckle boots. Can say they're black for the story. There's a pair of boots where it has red material with black lace over it and laced up the front and platform high heels. Interesting look.

 

[cf23430]

Wow....love the pics as well as the prose....very provactive.....

 

[Raven_Timothy]

And I must confess to stilling the picture you left for Veroe in his image thread. Lovely. just lovely.