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TE999 said:That is a evocative addition to this thread. Thank you, Lynn.
I think I will head North next.
Anyone else interested in contributing?
Here's your chance.
Nice one, MistressLynn! I loved the hesitancies along the journey, the two paths and their symbolism. Very visual writing, too!MistressLynn said:.
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I had made it. Through all the twists and turns, over all the rocks and bumps, I found the solitude of the ocean by going south. All the times when I had thought it might be the wrong way, yet instinct told me to continue on, I had found where I needed to be. I wasn’t stuck in the tiny pond anymore. Now I was free in the huge ocean.
Thank you Stella.Stella_Omega said:Nice one, MistressLynn! I loved the hesitancies along the journey, the two paths and their symbolism. Very visual writing, too!
Stella_Omega said:TE999, you pack an entire plot into each one of these! It's inspirational.
Fallenfromgrace...
You could get lost in this city and be found. So beautiful, and it sums up the story so well.
Hoist the mains'l!TE999 said:Thanks, Stella. I appreciate the fact that you are enjoying my flights of fancy.
And coming from a writer of your expertise, I feel truly complimented.
Headin' south next. Slap on some sun tan lotion.
Stella_Omega said:TE999, you pack an entire plot into each one of these! It's inspirational.
Fallenfromgrace...
You could get lost in this city and be found. So beautiful, and it sums up the story so well.
Thank you.TE999 said:Bumpity.
Because Mistress Lynn wrote a wonderful story up there above mine.
Stella_Omega said:Fallenfromgrace;
EEEEE! Gorgeous, gorgeous!
Oh, so hot!
North, always north to the snow. In an hour, a day, a lifetime perhaps it will stop, but never if you keep going north. Where does it end? Standing at the exact center of the earth, a place you can go no further north, each step taking you away? And still the snow.
It's comeing down fast now. big,wet, heavy flakes, that soak your clothes the moment they land. The cold soaks in too, past rapidly shrivling skin, though aching muscles, a cold that seeps into the very core of your being. It helps though, when you are so cold inside the frigid air seems warm. And still the snow.
It's beautiful, coating a landscape of sharp edges and boundaries with a softness. Obscuring landmarks and demarcation points. Stifeling sound, as even your raged brathing becomes muted.
Is there no warmth left in this whole world? Is the ebbing heat of my blood the last source on all the earth? It would be so easy to stop. To lie down and surender to the gentle suffocation.
To say that, to even think it, means the cold has passed into my head. Decisions are slow, the mind dulled, actions become more clumsy with each step.
Yet still I trod on, to the north. And still the snow falls.
He's there. Up ahead. I can barely make out his silhouette against the setting sun, yet I feel his heat -- his need. As blood orange and pulsing as the orb itself and as inexorable as the tide, it draws me to him. Come. COME.
As I approach, he senses me and turns. A feral grin plays on his mouth. Tongue darts -- like a snake scenting its prey. Yes, lover. I unbutton, unzip while walking ... almost running now ... leaving a trail of garments in my wake. The scent of the sea fills my pores. Cloying. Heady.
Oblivious to any onlookers, we come together on the black sand at the base of the cliff. Wordless union. Hands grasping. Tongues dancing. I free him -- take him in both hands as he growls against my neck. MINE!
His hands on my ass, pulling, as I wrap one leg around his waist. Fuck me! Here. NOW! Thighs bulging, tense, as he dips for each upward thrust. My foot leaves the sand -- again and again -- as he impales me. Lover!
"Harder," I beg -- and he delivers with a primal groan. I feel him swell inside, pulsing. Another thrust -- two -- three -- and I am lifted into his arms as we crest, together. Mouths meeting in the ultimate hunger.
As he slips from me, I try to stand on shaky legs. We grin at one another, kiss, and finally say, "Hello."
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