Random Ramblings...

[VampiricTouch]

Scene 1-(Un-named):
She steps out of the shower clad in a white robe that barely falls past the curve of her derriere. Her hair, still wet from the shower, leaves damp streaks of water down the front of the robe, making the soft fabric semi translucent. The damp cloth clings to the front of her body and conforms to the globes of her breasts, marking the points of her nipples...

Slowly she makes her way down the stairs as the warm glow from the fire cast bronze rays across toned legs, still glistening with diamond like droplets of water. Each step makes the hem of the cloth sway seductively over the shadowy curves of her ass as it dances.

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Occasionally I wake up with these random scenes in my head and I figured that Lit might be a nice place to share them. Generally I share them in the China Pearl Inn but I've found that doing so makes them significantly harder to find when I want to go back to find them. Mind you, not all of these scenes are erotic or sexual. There might be some that are merely scenes.

This thread is open to comments, questions, opinions and/or violent disagreements...

It's also for any of your ramblings you feel are relevant and would like to share. If you read something here and you think you've got the perfect continuation for it, by all means share it! I'd love to see your works of art!

If you think you've got the perfect name for one of these un-named scenes, you're welcome to post up a tentative name for it (along with your reasons why you think it fits the scene) and hey... it might be taken into consideration!

Table of Contents:
Scene 1: Un-named ~ VampiricTouch
Scene 2 - Misplaced Devotion ~ VampiricTouch
Scene 3 - Cage of Eden
Scene 1 - Un-named ~ Marauder13
Scene 4 - Blood Offering ~ VampiricTouch
Scene 2 - Un-named ~ Marauder13
Scene 5 - The Student ~ VampiricTouch
Scene 5 The Student response ~ Vin_26m
Scene 2 Misplaced Devotion response ~ Vin_26m
Seductive Midnight ~ DarkEmpress
Scene 5 The Student response ~ Chgris
Slaughterfield ~ Marauder13
Slaughterfield response ~ VampiricTouch
A Shared 'Dream' ~ Alana_
Cruel Intentions ~ DarkEmpress
The Promise ~ Alana_

Page 2:
Neptune's Daughter ~ DarkEmpress
Scarlet Spring - Epilogue 1 ~ Marauder13
Scarlet Spring - Epilogue 2 ~ Marauder13
Her Gilded Cage ~ Alana_
Scene 6 - Perfect Storm ~ VampiricTouch
Lady and the Knight ~ Marauder13
Free Sky ~ DarkEmpress
A Legend Begins... ~ DarkEmpress
The Threshold ~ Marauder13
Posession ~ VampiricTouch
Dying Young ~ DarkEmpress
Men in Black ~ Marauder13
Scene 7 - Unnamed ~ VampiricTouch
A "Descriptive" Challenge ~ DarkEmpress
Closing of a Final Chapter - Rest in Peace ~ VampiricTouch
Unnamed ~ DarkEmpress
Love Never Dies ~ DarkEmpress
First Time ~ ShadowMasta
That Damn Cat ~ Marauder13
Crucifiction ~ Marauder13
Reflection ~ Marauder13

Page 3:
Christening the Boudoir ~ VampiricTouch
Fear ~ DarkEmpress
Home ~ DarkEmpress
A Moment... ~ DarkEmpress
Taken ~ Marauder13
Shoes ~ Marauder13
My Ex ~ DarkEmpress
The Day it Rained ~ DarkEmpress
Cry ~ DarkEmpress
The Programmer ~ VampiricTouch
The Promise ~ DarkEmpress
Cum Slut ~ VampiricTouch
His Bitch ~ VampiricTouch

 

[kittenofdeath]

that was enthraling, though for some strange reason, the second time you used the word derriere it kinda ruined the mental picture for me

 

[VampiricTouch]

lol, thank you. I... have a bit of an issue with using profanity. I don't mind other people using it, I just can't bring myself to use it. Therefore I run out of words to describe certain things...

 

[VampiricTouch]

Scene 2- Misplaced Devotion:
She hurried into his house with the spare key, nervously checking her watch... she didn't have much time... She ticked through her mind what she was planning and began to work.

Quickly stripping down, she pulled the corset from her bag. She cringed as each lace was tightened and her breath was forced shallow. Her hands worked quickly and given a moments pause, her body slowly adjusted to the tightness around her, enforcing the hour glass figure as her breasts spilled over.

Satisfied, she upended her bag onto the bed and kicked the bag under the bed. Picking up the collar, she pauses. Instead of putting it on, she sets it on the bedside table. It would be for him to place if he chose to.

Continuing as planned, she took the ball gag and opened her lips wide to force the gag in. She pulled her pony tail out before cinching the leather strap tight. Taking a breath, she tested a scream and was satisfied when all she could hear was a muffled mewl.

She tries to ease her breathing, taking slow breaths to the limit against the corset. Taking the vibrator, she closes her eyes and slowly slides it in between her spread legs. Her breath quickens as she's filled... She picks up the length of rope and ties off her ankles, breathing sharply as her thighs close and her sex squeezes the new intrusion.

She turns it on.

She fights down the sudden rush of pleasure, fighting to stay afloat enough to finish the last task... Her hands work, going through the practiced knot she had done the night before, this time behind her back. The phone rings just as she's finishing the last turn.

Startled, she pulls. Forgetting that the rope cinches tight and now, unintentionally, she found herself captured in her own web. The vibrator makes short work of her senses and far far away, she registers the click of the answering machine as he calls in. "Hello? I guess you're not there yet... I'm going to be late. Something came up at work... probably won't be back for a few hours'

She screams her frustration, silenced to nothingness. Her body tremors as she arches against her bonds, too quickly she reaches a climax and crashes. The lack of air drives her vision to darkness as she falls into oblivion.

She wakes again, groaning as the vibrator continues its vicious heartless work, a groan that doesn't make it past her lips. Over and over... relentlessly the mechanical monster drives her, until her body cramps tight, painfully tight even as she screams through another orgasm... how many... she's lost count...

The darkness fades from her as she cringes against the hum in her sex. Gritting her teeth down against the gag, her eyes blink open. She hears the door knob turn and her head lifts, wearily, hopefully... that he has returned to release her...

The door opens and she stares in a mixture of horror and pained pleasure - it is not him... and once more she falls under the impact of her own body's traitorous release.

(This scene was inspired by something I've read several years ago. Though I can't find the story, nor can I remember its title.)
This scene also got picked up and made into a thread - Misplaced Devotion
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[kittenofdeath]

understandable, i often stare at my own posts for about hlaf an hour trying to think of words that dont make it sound like a cheep porno... maybe posterior or bakside...

EDIT: good god, just finished that other one, had to move the keyboard back from my lap to the table

 

[VampiricTouch]

Scene 3 - Cage of Eden

"Dance" She was told.

"Dance as if your life depended upon it. You might just get your freedom that way..."

The seductive rhythm picked up, setting the tone of what they expected as she swayed to the music. She just had to garner enough attention with her dance and they'd let her go... right? From the corner of her eye she watched the other four women, who had obviously been given the same command. The harsh catcalls rang in her ears as the nature of their dance brought on the approval of unseen faces. Just this once...

Her fingers entwined with the steel bars as her hips gyrated with suggestive motion, broken by sharp staccato thrusts that tantalized her audience. She pulled herself forward, as she tossed her mane of black hair back. Her sharp movements in contrast with the delicate line of her throat bared to the valley of her marginally covered body.

She pressed her full breasts against the bars, letting them pull tight the small scrap of red silk that barely contained its orbs and flowed to cover very little of the rest of her skin. For a brief moment cloth and flesh strained against each other, threatening to spill into view as the silk clung to the curve of her breasts and tightened around the points of her nipples. The blazing fire behind her bathed her in it's tawny gold light, lending her cover that imprint of semi life that danced with her every motion.

She stared out into the darkened room, her undulating body bringing its own throng of shadowed spectators to her unseeing eyes. She danced... as if no one else was watching, just her and the mirror as she flaunted each motion in a trance of her own sexuality. The seductive sway of her hips flirted with the hem of her cloth, drawing attention to the curved line of her derriere and legs, the accentuated lines made all the more defined by her high heels... heels with the glittering of silver steel circling her ankles and connecting to the opposite corner of her confinement. The flickering light glinted off her bracelets and it's dripping line of steel that limited the range of her hands.

The restraint upon the primal.

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This scene was inspired after reading Chronicle_tenko and Pywakit's Every Little Thing She Does is Magic and the first page of RainingHeat and ThePhoenixMan's Night of Rain and Lycans. Also written with help from Tio_Narratore's random lectures in the Inn even though it has nothing to do with his version of 'Game of Rape'.
On second thought decided to rename as Cage of Eden.

This scene apparently garnered enough interest to become a thread.

 

[Guillotine]

This is a thread I can appreciate

 

[marauder13]

Scene 1 - Unnamed

Well, after asking VampiricTouch if I could add to this thread, she went and opened it up to everyone. So, here's a little something I wrote up after getting a mental image of a piece of fabric floating on the breeze.

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He slumped in the chair, looking at the remains of the wine in the bottom of the glass. He was swirling it around, watching the play of colour across the surface of the liquid as it moved. There were no thoughts in his mind, apart from those associated with the colours of the wine.

He never heard her enter, as her bare feet touched the cool marble floor. She stood at the far end of the room, watching him and waiting for an indication of what she should do. The torches that lined the wall gave enough light to see whole of the room clearly. They also gave off enough heat to keep her from getting cold.

Swallowing, she raised her head, shaking the wheat coloured hair so that it rested on her back and started to walk up to him. The translucent fabric that made up her dress barely touched the floor as she walked with confident strides to the other end of the room. It shimmered slightly in the light of the torches' flames, and added shades of red, yellow and gold to her tanned skin.

Some sense warned him of her presence. He slowly lifted his head, his expression passive as the tall, well curved woman brought her seemingly naked self closer to him. The multiple sources of light cast numerous shadows over the natural curves and arched lines of her body. Her full breasts seemed to defy the pull of gravity, remaining firm, lush and high as if held by the hands on the Gods themselves. Their very tips slightly risen, but still soft like the dark skin surrounding them. The hips that were wide enough to give her good shape swayed gently with each step that, along with the well toned legs, sent the gossamer light fabric floating in the air around her.

She stopped five paces short of where he sat, before curtseying to him.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Scene 4 - Blood Offering:

Standing before the floor length mirror, she lifts both hands and lets the tip of her fingers brush the glass. Her eyes close as she calls forth the vampire within...

The edges of the mirror slowly clouds over with a frosty chill and when she opens her eyes once more, the eyes of the reflected beauty shine red in contrast to her black ones.

"... someone has a blood offering for you..."

The mirror ripples as if only a mere barrier of water stands between them and hands break through to grasp her palms. The woman slowly steps backwards, leading the twin beauty out from the confines of glass and imagination...

The woman smiles as her eyes close, heavy with the exhaustion of summoning a part of her into corporeal form. The vampiress... quite easily catches the woman's crumpled body and lays her down across the counter top.

She turns on her heel as her hand lifts before him. A smile graces her face when he takes the offered hand and his lips brush her fingertips. Her hand turns to touch the contours of his face as she leans in to kiss him. Her free hand trails languidly down the front and teases a button loose from it's confines. With fingers coiled around the collar of his shirt, she pulls him close, letting her body press against his, savoring his heat against her cool body. The kiss breaks, leaving him breathless.

Her lips return to caress his jaw line, letting it's chill glide down across to an earlobe and the edge of a fang graze the tip of his ear as she suckles it softly. A few more buttons fall prey to her free hand as she slowly slides the front of his shirt open. His body hot against her cold hand as it wanders to brush a nipple and flirts lower to tease the waist of his pants

She can hear the pounding of his heart, feel its presence, its life as the surmounting lust rises in her loins... Moving to straddle him, she lets the front of her robe fall loosely open to flutter in the wind as her tongue languidly traces the column of his neck, tasting the salt of his body and the hint of sweetness that comes from his promise of blood.

She grinds against him for a few moments longer as her body rubs against his. Her hands drop to undo his pants, gliding to release his arousal from its confines, savoring the heat from his lust as she slowly strokes him. Her eyes hold his, watching his pleasure, sensing the sweetening of blood in his veins as she excites him...

A soft purr rumbles in her throat as she shifts her position, rising above his swollen organ and tauntingly, draws the crown of his arousal over the lips of her sex and for a long moment taunts him, denying what he wants. Her hand wraps around his shoulder as her head dips to his neck. With a quivering rise she plunges hard onto his erection as her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his neck... the promise of his vitality. The first metallic taste of blood is almost sour with his frustration, quickly sweetening as her sex clenches tightly around him...

She starts a slow rhythm, rising and falling in the steps of her crimson waltz where she takes the lead. The blood sweetens in her mouth as she moves. Briefly she swallows and releases his neck in a husky whisper...

"Sweeter... make it sweeter!"

Her hips roll harder into him as his blood spills from his wound. Her tongue quickly takes up the spilled rivulet of blood to taste the intoxicating liquor of his life, before throwing her head back in pleasure. Her body slowly warms to the offering of vitality as a low moan escapes her throat.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh joins her moan as her temperature rises and his drops. Her back arches, pressing her breast to his lips as the robe hangs precariously over her shoulder. She rides hard, driving him to the crescendo of their coupling as her hands tug against his hair, pulling him from her sensitive breasts. His groans of pleasure joins her growl for blood as she pressures him to his release. Her tongue snakes out to catch the stream of spilt blood as her lips close around the open fount of life.

His body goes rigid for a brief second as his groan breaks into a stifled cry, his release pouring into her both his seed and his vitality. The taste of his blood sweetens into a beautifully exotic liquor, the ambrosia of his life... His pulse races, bringing even more blood to quench her thirst as he slumps against his seat. Slowly, she releases her fangs from his neck, licking the excess blood from her meal.

She rises from him with her lips rouged with blood. Her thighs tremor slightly at the uneased lust of her body as she steps back into the mirror, vanishing in the mist of the liquid reflection... almost like a dream in the making.

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OOC: This was a session I did in the China Pearl Inn a while ago with NightFreak's help. It was rewritten to adapt to the stand alone 'scene' format.

I generally dislike writing from the vampire prospective. I much prefer being the human, but being unable to find this sort of a vampire... I finally gave up and wrote the vampire I've created in my mind. Hopefully I've been able to impart some of the cruel, exotic sensuality I feel that is inherent in this fictional race.

The character itself was a prior creation from a different story I did with Tio_Narratore over email. Her name is Sephyria.

I want to say thank you for those who've left their compliments, I'm glad that I was able to affect someone with the random vignettes I weave... and many thanks to Marauder for adding his own ramblings to this collection.

 

[marauder13]

Scene 2 - Unnamed

I was at a park with my kids that had a large sandpit. I was looking at the sand when thoughts started coming together for this scene. Thankfully, I didn't forget it by the time I was able to write it down.

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I can still clearly see the first time I laid eyes on you.

You were lying on the sand. A halo of the softest sable surrounding your face, framing the alabaster of your skin glowing in the light of the moon. The waves, lunging forward in their desperation to touch you, caress you and take you back to the jealous Neptune who feared the loss of one of his mermaids.

Your body was wrapped in a single piece bathing suit of a dark blue. It aided in the outlining of the gentle flair of your hips, the trimness of your belly and the curve of your waist. The way it defined the shape of your wonderful breasts, accentuating their appearance with every slow breath you took.

The moon light's touch which made your hair shine, and your skin glow softly. I was awestruck as I watched you slowly rise to your feet, shaking your head to restore the positioning of the obsidian strands. With slow, graceful steps that made you appear to almost float, I watched as you surrendered yourself to the constant call of the Mare, and you took yourself from my sight for the rest of the night.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Scene 5 (un-named):

Sitting in the back of the lecture hall, she pushed the half rimmed glasses back into place as she struggled to keep her breath even. Despite the struggle, she reveled in the warmth of pleasure that she stoked in her loins, as her fingers lifted the edge of her skirt and drew languid circles over damp panties. She relished in the excitement of her public private display as the professor droned on at the far end of the room, playing not for the release but rather for the thrill of the moment. Her eyelids close as her head rolled back, forcing a slow steady breath through her lips - practice was the only thing that kept her breath steady despite the pounding of blood through her veins.

The bell rang, marking the end of class as her eyes opened slowly with a bemused smile... her fingers lift to her lips to smell and taste the hint of her own arousal as she packed her books and sashayed out of the room.

Outside the doors, he stopped her and the glint of something more in his eyes meet the arrogant askance from hers. Casually, he flipped open his phone and pulled up a recording of... her in the class, her fingers working against the dampness that was visible on the screen.

She paled at the recording... The last row had been empty... where... how...?! The questions came too late. Her own thoughts waver between indignation and fear... What did he want? Obviously he wanted something or else... he woudn't have confronted her...

 

[vin_26m]

Scene 5:

He flipped the device shut.

"It's a nice phone, isn't it? It has such great resolution on the video camera. And it's connected to the internet. With the push of a button, I can send any video anywhere. To the professor. To youtube. To the cops.

"I wonder what kind of penalties the school will bring down on girls who masturbate during class. Expulsion? Maybe just suspension.

"And what about the cops - is that a misdemeanor or a felony? It's definitely a criminal record. Good luck getting a job with that.

"I wonder what the friends and family of a girl like that go through. Hmmm."

He gave her a moment to let all that sink in.

"You're going to do exactly as I say... or else," he taunted her, holding the phone, "Come with me."

 

[vin_26m]

Scene 2

It wasn't him. It was his roommate, Chris. She hated the guy. He was a typical asshole guy. He was an ape, but for some reason, hot stupid girls flocked to him like flies to shit.

He was supposed to be away on spring break with his frat. Looks like plans have changed.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he said standing over her.

He looked her up and down, watching her trembling and cumming before his eyes.

"Damn," he said, running his hands over her body, feeling her tits over the corset, squeezing her ass. "He told me you were a freak. I even seen the pictures. But you're a crazy bitch."

He smacked her ass a few times. "You like that, bitch? Fucking freak."

He took out his cell phone, taking pictures, taking videos. "Putting this all over the internet right now. Freak. Bet you like that, knowing everyone is going to see you."

He noticed the answering machine had messages.

"Chris, why won't you call me, I really want to fuc MESSAGE DELETED."

"Hey, Chris, it's me, uh, like give me a call, ok, like I MESSAGED DELETED."

"I'm horny, Chris, Come ov MESSAGE DELETED"

"Hello? I guess you're not there yet... I'm going to be late. Something came up at work... probably won't be back for a few hours."

Chris came back to her. "Hear that, freak? You and me gonna have some fun for a few hours. Gonna call some of my friends. Don't go away!"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Seductive Midnight

I asked VT if I could contribute my 'random ramblings' to her post and seeing as I have an insatiable obsession with the creatures of the night: I offer you a tale ... of seductive midnight ...

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“Who are you?!” The startled question pierced through the quiet of the room.

Amber stood next to her bed, the dark gossamer material of her nightgown clinging to her body like a jealous lover. Her chest heaving … as gasps of fear rasp across her parted lips. Her cheeks were flustered and her raven hair spiralling chaotically around her face. Her icy blue eyes were unnaturally wide in the contours of her features … staring transfixed at the dark shape that stood staring at her from across the room.

She had opened her eyes a moment ago to find a pair of pitch black eyes looking down at her …

Amber’s entire body was trembling as tears brimmed in her eyes. She took a step back. “What do you want?” the question siphoned into the air with no sound, as Amber’s mind screamed in terror.

He moved

“I will never harm you,” he said in a soft voice taking another step closer. His features illuminated by the silver rays of the moon beaming through the balcony double-door that stood open, inviting the balmy night air into Amber’s room.

A bewildered gasp hissed past Amber’s lips as she stared at him in utter shock. A multitude of different emotions flitted across her face before settling on fear once more. She took another step back, finding herself backed up against the wall. She looked about her wildly as he started taking precise and purposeful strides towards her. “No … no please, stay away,” the words stumbled from her lips as Amber sidestepped to the corner of the room.

“You are not real!” she screamed, as she lifted her trembling hands before her … begging him to stop. This is a dream … he is only in my dreams, Amber’s thoughts howled through her mind.

He reached her, taking her wrists captive and pinning them to the wall on either side of her head … before crushing her against the cold surface of the wall. The length of his body pressed against her … he breathed in her scent and threw his head back as a groan of pleasure erupted from his lips.

“Aaaah … but I am,” he murmured, as he brushed his lips across hers … moving his body against Amber.

Her eyes fluttered shut as something in the deepest depths of her soul resonated at his touch. Her flesh recognised it … longed for it … burned for it. Her breathing was chasing across her lips … not from fear, but need … a raw and aching need. Amber’s soul answered his call. She could not explain why … or how even. Somehow, he was real …

He crushed his lips to hers, letting his ardent passion blaze through her soul. Every fibre in Amber’s being shook. She was being plucked from a deep dark memory that fluttered at the brink of her mind … begging to be released. He was … everything.

“Sheldon,” she breathed his beloved name.

“Yes, my love ...” he breathed against her lips before slowly and inexorably lowering his lips across her cheek … gently pressing a soft kiss against her ear before he tilted her head to the side ... his lips softly brushing across her neck. He slowly sunk his fangs into her soft … warm … flesh, wrenching a cry of ecstasy from Amber's lips as she closed her eyes again, tears silently making their way across her cheeks.

“I’ve been waiting for you … so long,” she whispered against his ear.

 

[Lady Reiha]

that was enthraling, though for some strange reason, the second time you used the word derriere it kinda ruined the mental picture for me

You took off my quote! *very saddened*

 

[Chgris]

She paled at the recording... The last row had been empty... where... how...?! The questions came too late. Her own thoughts waver between indignation and fear... What did he want? Obviously he wanted something or else... he woudn't have confronted her...

So, I couldn't resist playing a bit with Scene 5:
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“Relax,” he whispered softly. “I have no intention of hurting you in any way, including by the release of this video.” He looked up, noting that the rest of the class was passing them, and flipped the phone closed.

Seeing her prepare to flee with the wave of students, he shook his head, mouthing the words, ‘Stay, please’.” He made no move to force her to stay, merely holding her in place with his eyes. Eyes the deep, dark blue of a summer midnight under a full moon, eyes that seemed to look into hers as if looking into windows. Eyes that promised to give her everything for which she longed in the depths of the night, while lying cold and alone.

He watched her as the world flowed by them, pulling her into a place where the only things that mattered were they two, all else pale and ephemeral, not worthy of contemplation or consideration. And when the rest had gone, he stepped back to her, closer than before. “Thank you,” he said, but for what? For her staying there, wondering? For the glimpses of her secret pleasure, he had surreptitiously stolen? She had to know, she had to ask, but she dreaded the answer.

“For what?”

 

[Chgris]

DarkEmpress, that was an amazing set piece. Had my darker self rising up to watch, bemused at the way in which a dream can become flesh, and two souls meet that call to each other on the Night wind.

 

[marauder13]

Slaughterfield

While this is not an erotic piece, it was one that VampiricTouch found to resonate quite strongly with her after she read it. After a subtle hint to do so, I will share this with the greater Lit audience.

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Smoke hung low in the air, mercifully obscuring the scene of carnage before him. His imagination could not have conjured an image such as reality had just graced him, but it would be one that his mind would not let him forget for the rest of his life. Overwhelming the numbness, he started trudging away from the field of death.

No matter where his feet were placed, there was no grass, nor dirt to support his weight, there were only corpses. He ignored the feeling of the flesh under his feet, fixing his eyes on the horizon, on the barely visible standard of his General, his savior.

How long he traveled, he neither knew nor cared. The important fact was that he had made it to his chosen destination alive.

And alone.

All around were the littered bodies of the General’s staff, all dealt with in the same manner as those who stood in the front ranks. Tears rolled down his smoke and dirt stained face. The silent sobs commenced as he tended to the staff, closing their eyes and sending a small prayer to them, wherever their souls went. For the second time since the battle’s end, he administered to fallen comrades.


The sounds of the carrion birds woke him. Startled, the soldier rose, shielding his eyes from the bright sun above. The sky was full of birds, all calling their delight at the feast awaiting them below. Once more, the soldier turned his attention to the field of death. The land below was never, nor would ever be referred to as a field of battle, since all that happened there was a slaughter, pure and simple. No tactics, no formations, just two sides fighting to the last. One side for the lust of battle and the joy of killing, the other just for the last hope of survival.

The land was carpeted with bodies, some clearly identifiable by the garb, others not. Already other carrion beasts were feasting. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but bodies.

“Why? Why do these things happen to us?”

When no answer came, the soldier turned his back to the dead and made his way back to his home. He hoped.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Slaughterfield - Response

How long had she waited...She didn't want to remember. she stood under the pink sea of blooming sakura, her eyes trained on the distant horizon, waiting for him, praying to all the gods she could think of for his safe return. Not daring to even blink for fear that she might miss his arrival.

He promised. Promised that he would return for her, return after he was certain they could live in peace, return... before the sakura blossoms filled the trees for the fifth time... It was the fifth.

Her vision blurred with her tears as the wind blew in it's hollow keen through the flowers above her. Together, her tears fell with the snowy fall of sakura petals, dabbling the length of her silken hair. Her hands lifted as a flower careened into the palm of her hand, the white petals that faded into their pinkish taint... like the staining of blood upon the war torn land.

Daily she stood at her post, watching, waiting. When every flower fell, she returned one last time to her quiet home. Her decision came quick - she refused to believe that he had perished - she would search for him.

The silhouettes of her candle lit home danced as she gathered what possessions she had. When all was ready, she knelt before the altar of the family gods and murmured a prayer. Her hand lifted and the glint of a blade caught the light of her candle as it sliced evenly through her ebony hair, just above the midnight blue ribbon that gathered the loose strands together. Her head lifted, lighter, now that the burden of her tresses fell from her. She laid the length of hair on the altar along with five sakura blossoms before she bowed her head one last time.

She stood and slowly stripped down the layers of her yukata, bound her breasts tightly with a few lengths of silk and donned the garb he had left behind. The faint scent that lingered on his clothes surrounded her and for a moment, she fought the tears that threatened to fall.

At the break of dawn, she pulled on a straw hat and left village - the only home she had known. The last messenger that had came to the village from the battle front three months ago had brought news, garnering the attention of young and old at the remote village. From that she marked her destination and the beginning of her search.

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The inspiration for this piece hit me when I read Marauder's opener in Slaughterfield a while back. This is my follow up to his opener. Of course with this sort of a follow up, the name 'Slaughterfield' might have to be renamed!

Writing this piece reminded me of a song, and the feeling I tried to convey here stems from what could be the 'cause' of the lyrics in this song. Unfortunately it is a Chinese song, and I'm not about to translate all the words - 千年之戀. It's title means "Thousand Years of Love", with the idea of reincarnation in the picture, the song tries to capture two lovers that have been parted by the circumstances in life and continuously pass each other in their lives as they try to reunite. If you really want to know what the lyrics are... message me and I'll try to find time to sit and ... attempt to convey the meaning.

Many thanks to everyone who's contributed to this thread and thank you for those who've written follow ups to scenes.

A very special word of thanks and appreciation to DarkEmpress - I'm am truly blown away by the quality of Seductive Midnight, and am very honored to have your gem set in the humble beginnings of these random ramblings. It was an exquisitely executed piece in all aspects of the beautiful in writing.

 

[Alana_]

A shared 'Dream'

OOC...I've this written some months back, and debated posting it as it was very private. But after rereading it tonight, I thought why not, that I'd share it..I had my dream, probably one of a few I remembered the next morning..This one I remembered to the textures and smells. Very tangible. With in an hour of waking, I wrote it down, more as a little journal for what I remembered, and to look back on something the man I've loved for so long now, shared with me while I slept. I'm not editing it to polish it, as I happen to like it as it is..


The floors were a light honeyed varnished wood. The walls white, smooth, leading the eye over a large contemporary furnished room. Colors in cream, couches lush with mocha colored cushions and drapes of soft cream muslin billowing around the open French doors leading onto a private balcony. There, it's ladened with soft daybeds, and loungers, glass toped tables with ivy's and baskets of fruits. The fruits the only sharp color, in yellows greens and reds.

We come in honey, bare foot, you in pale colored pants, white shirt worn lose, with your cuffs open. And I'm in a white ankle length fitted shift dress, with a split that just about reaches my lower thigh. We don't talk, you take my hand and lead me outside through the patio doors , over to one of the day beds..And kiss me, as we sit, and you lay me back..We touch, fondle, caress over our clothing, you hands covering my breasts, you tongue in my mouth and I suck. The material of your shirt is so soft, it's impossible not to touch and let my hands move over you, and as you slip you hand inside the split on my thigh to ease my dress up over my waist, I cup you, and stroke you through your pants.

My ass likes your hands. I love how you cup my cheeks, squeezing and massaging them with your fingers. You swell in my hand, and I moved my hand up and down the length of your cock until your suddenly down between my thighs spreading them apart for your mouth. I raise my feet to the edges of the bed, my knees raised, and your hands caress the inside of my thighs, pressing them apart as far as you like. Your mouth feels warm and moist moving over the folds of my pussy, your tongue licking, leaving its trail of saliva over the soft lips of my cunt. Still no words, just groans, breaths growing heavier, more labored, as your tongue dips into me.

And you fill my cunt with it, fucking me with your mouth, and I'm arching my hips up to your face, squirming and clutching at the side of the bed. I can hear your wet sucking, feasting and rolling your tongue over my piercing. Your fingers then find me, your tongue working the side of my clit I love so much, and you finger me..Very thoroughly, bordering on rough, but not hurtful. You pump, you twist them, you find that area inside me, and spread them either side of my cervix and just pump. I can't even if I wanted not to, but cum. I'm crying with the relief and you lick and growl sucking and lapping as I splash to your wrist. The feeling is so unbelievable, almost exhausting is such a heavy cumming..

Then we've moved on, to change positions, and I open your pants. Your cock is thick and I can smell your need to release. Sucking, cupping your balls, licking over the underside, my hand stroking and massaging as I suck each full sac into my mouth..Your groaning, your fingers tangled in my hair, and I feel you shift a little. Your resting on one elbow looking down, and your whispering, puffy, breathlessly, telling me you love me..what to do, how you like my mouth on your cock..And then you say you need to cum, but not like this..that you want to fuck me. Fill me..Make me yours primely.

Your hand is still in my hair, not to be dominant, but still the man in our coupling, and you kiss me as you sit up, and rise. The balcony is only a step away, so you dont have to move, just turn me around. Your hand still in my hair, pressing me over, and I grip the edge and know what's going to happen ..I spread my legs, my butt cocked out, and you trace your cock between the cheeks of my ass, to the lips of my snatch...I'm...so....wet. Your fingers dip in first, just to remind you of how I feel inside, and I'm groaning, your growling at me that I'm going to be fucked, and you guide your swollen tip in, and grip my ass..And you fuck me.. Oh God you fuck me so so long and hard, grinding , your fingers digging into my ass spreading my cheeks so you can look down.

Your whispers get that lovely loving breathy gentleness as you get more worked up. I'm cumming again, I can't help it, I'm begging for you not to stop, to talk to me, to say it..To say it.

And you do over and over ..Telling me you love me..How you love me..That you'll always love me..And then then...oh then baby, you cum..Your emotional, drawing from mine, me drawing from you, and you ask me to say it to you, that you need it...And honey, I do..Just as your hips slow, I tell you I love you. That I love you so so much, and you withdraw, and turn me to you and we kiss..One of those teary, 'I love you more than anything ' kisses..

And we're back on the day bed, both naked now, all tangled up in arms and legs, holding pressing together..One minute facing one another, the next you've covered me, the next I'm over you..And it just doesn't stop..We just love and love so beautifully, so gently, tenderly but very very thoroughly.


And I woke honey then, with my last memory of us laying facing the other kissing, just like we lay when we're together. Your face, and eyes were so clear, and your scent..Gosh that musky earthy just fucked scent was so real......

I hope/wonder that I'll have the pleasure of remembering as clearly others.. You were just gorgeous pet..I love you..

 

[DarkEmpress]

Cruel Intentions

From the pen of the great Charles Dickens, comes a story of a man who is tormented by the one woman he can never have. The trailer is for the movie adaptation of ‘Great Expectations’ - one of my favourites. The haunting song featured in the background is from a group called Mono, titled ‘Life in Mono'. I often catch myself humming it … it is permanently stuck in my head.

Trailer: Great-Expectations

So, without any further adieu, here is an adaptation from Estella’s point of view. I detest writing in the first person, so be gentle.

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Cruel Intentions

I had mentioned the party to Finn, out of curiosity. As I pulled up next to his pick-up truck, I tap my fingers on the roof in amusement. I did not think he would take me seriously. I walk up to the house, dressed in a light green cocktail dress, my shoulders bare and the layers of netting, lace and silk framing my hips in soft folds.

I flick my hand through my blonde hair as I notice Finn being harassed for not being on the guest list. For a moment, I stand and observe from a distance, deciding whether I should relish in his humiliation … or extend it. After a moment of pause, a bemused light glint in my eyes as I walk up to the Finn and hook my arm through his taking him by surprise. He stumbles over his words, as he always does. “He’s with me,” I say to the imposing man running the guest table.

He is clearly uncomfortable, like a fish out of water the entire evening. “Will you take me back to your place?” I ask teasingly, testing him. To my surprise … he agrees. My smile quirks at his naiveté.

Dispensing with the formalities, he drives me to his studio apartment. Not the style I am accustomed to but well worth the entertainment. Finn walks into his studio, showing me his artwork. I turn to inspect it and am astonished to find my own face staring back at me. Finn is gingerly asking me as to my status at the moment, I smile as I hold my clutch bag in my hands staring at the portrait of myself for a moment longer. I turn and walk the few steps back to him, where he nervously sits on a chair, awaiting my opinion of his work.

“You mean, do I have a steady boyfriend?” I ask teasingly. As I come to a standstill in front of him, peering down at him with an amused smile tugging at my lips.
“Erm … yes,” he blurts out, clearly flustered.

I don’t answer his question, instead moving my leg forward … to touch his hand. He stiffens in his seat as his eyes shoot up to mine in bewilderment. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he slowly turns his hand to touch my leg. I take another step forward, spreading my legs slightly and positioning myself over his hand, in a silent invite ... my teasing smile never faltering.

He slowly runs his fingertips up my inner thigh, letting his fingers explore the soft flesh. I am utterly surprised to find my breath catching in my throat as I roll my head back, closing my eyes … a soft moan escaping my lips. Of its own accord, I free my hand to softly run my fingers across his cheek and into his hair.

I bend over as my hair cascades across my shoulder, the tips teasing his fingers. I press my lips against his as his hand slips from under my dress to my waist. It never seizes to amaze me … the pure electric current that sparks every time our lips meet. I kiss him hard … passionately, if you would.

Reality slams down on the emotion. He is nothing to you, Estella the thought crashes through my mind.

I abruptly stand and step back. “I have to go,” I inform him in an icy voice. “I’m busy,” I add in a haughty voice as I turn to walk away … through the door and down the staircase. My eyes search the street for a taxi … cruel dejection glinting in their depths.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Cruel Intentions

Only noticed the double post today. Apologies

/grumble

 

[Alana_]

The Promise * just a little short story of mine*

Slipping beneath the bed clothes beside the warm naked body of her husband Jack, Abby reached gently to him, moving to almost lay over him before kissing his lips, parting them with her tongue as the kiss between them deepened to a familiar passion. His hands reaching down to cup her ass, pulling her over to straddle him completely.

Abbys' breasts crushed against the rough hair of Jacks' chest, her nipples perking as she cupped his cheeks, her lips moving hungrily over his. Not a sound from either, just the changing pattern of their breathing, and rustle of bedlinens being kicked to the end of the bed.

Jack raised her up slightly, allowing his cock to slip into her moist pussy, groaning against her mouth as the tightness clasped around him, Abby then pressing down, filling herself completely with him. Wanting more than anything to continue tasting his lips and tongue, she moved her hips, rolling them over him in a teasing motion, Jacks shaft hardening further, Abby's smile against his lips one of satisfaction in knowing that after all those years, he still responded to her as delightfully as the first time he'd bedded her.

Jack let his hands travel up his wifes back, caressing the silky soft skin, his hungry fingers missing nothing, only seeking out her body as she slowly fucked him. His eagerness growing, he began digging his feet into the bed, raising his hips, feeling his cock sliping in as far as it could.

Abby groaned, the silence in the room broken for that moment but for the sounds of his slick cock melding with the warm juices of her cunt. Breaking the kiss, she whispered against his lips,

' I adore you baby..I love you '

Pushing against his chest, she seated herself up straight on him, and fucked him with a growing intensity, her breasts bouncing , her belly tight as she inhaled deeply, tightening purposely around him. Staring ahead, concentrating on withholding on her climax, wanting the moment to last as long as possible, Abby continued to whisper as she thrust onto him ,sweet endearments of love and want.

Jack feeling the need in both growing, grabbed her hips, and rolled both over, and mounted her, thrusting deep with in, his eyes on her, the green darkening as her pupils dilated in raw passion.

Oh Abby, I love you too..Don't ever leave me darlin.

His whispered plea and declaration so raw with love and sorrow, it was heart breaking for Abby.

'I promised you..I'm with you for always and a day.'

Jack thrusting so demandingly, his hips slamming hers, their bellys smacking as he lowered over her, his mouth back to her's again, kissing her roughly, but with such depth the passion and need blindeing her to the desperation in his lips. Her climax came in waves of pleasure that forced her to pull her lips from him as her cries turned to gutteral screams, Jack pounding into her driving her over the edge to oblivion. Pinning her to the bed, he continued fucking without mercy, his own cumming almost painfull, the release so sharp as his cock jerked it's load into her, groaning his wifes name as his eyes closed in complete bliss and relief.

Abby held him to her, their combined juices working their way around Jacks spent cock, tickling her as they trickled between the cheeks of her ass. Rolling them both to their sides, she smiled in looking at his face, kissing his eye lids closed again whispering.

'Sleep baby, I'm here, always here.'

Placing her hand on his heart, Jack needing to know and understand that he carried her with him daily no matter the day or time.

Don't go..Try stay.

he murmered tirdely, afraid to sleep for a second least she be gone from him for good this time.

'I told you, I'm never leaving you..I promise, I promise ..Go to sleep..When you waken, I'll be right with you, as always.

Jack unable to fight any longer, drifted away, his heart pained at her loss, but the joy she'd still managed to bring him daily just feeling her with him, the nights so badly needed, he'd never have survived with out her.

Abby watched her husband sleeping, and felt the pull. Sighing, she looked up, and nodded into the nothingness, and left their bed. Turning to look at his boyishly handsome face, she smiled lovingly at him whispering .

' I'm just stepping out for a little, but I'm with you, remember that.

Walking to the hall, she headed up towards the living area, past the wedding pictures linning the walls, holiday snaps intermingling also, untill she reached the patio doors, and stepped outside. The early morning mist greating her, she dissappeared into it, no sign or trace, no footprints on the damp grass.

Jack woke up to the beep of his alarm, and pressed the button least it waken Abby. Reaching out of habit for her, he frowned when his hand only reached the empty side of their bed, forgetting once again the change that had taken place to their ideal existance. Laying on his back staring up at the ceiling, knowing once again his dream had come to him in the form of the woman he'd loved beyond all else.

The car crash that had destroyed the normality in their lives, with Abby on life support severly brain damaged, and he with such a damaged heart from the impact, survival for either had been highly in doubt. Country wide searches for a matching organ for him leading to nothing, and for his Abby, the decision to turn off her machine one that he'd faught until the courts deamed it unfair to keep her breathing on a ventilator, when really she'd been gone from the moment of impact, but for medical intervention.

Her organ donar card on file, Jack agreed with her wishes to donate anything that was needed was to be honored. Sitting in a wheel chair, hooked up to drips and on oxygien himself, as he had held her hand saying good bye to his beauty.

Now laying back in their bed, his recovery almost complete, the long scar down the middle of his chest healed, but still obvious dispite the curling hair. Tracing his finger over it, he closed his eyes , placing his hand over his heart.

'Good morning honey'

he said quietly. Abbys' promise to him from the day they met, never to leave him, coming true in more than just declairing her love for him. The doctors had been dumfounded in finding her blood group an exact match for her husbands donor needs, pointing out to Jack it was too unlikely a gift for him to refuse, no matter how odd he felt.

Abbys heart now still beating strongly in her husbands chest. The nightly visits, dreams, visions, Jack did'nt know what to call them, taking from them all he could as his life drifted on, though not alone, but constantly reminded of the love of one woman that had given more of herself than she'd ever intended.They'd somehow found a way in their love for one another to bridge nature, and keep the promise.

 

[Alana_]

The Promise * just a little short story of mine*

double post.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Cruel Intentions

Three posts - amg!

Sorry VT

That is an exceptionally beautiful post Alana.