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Idea for Song Inspired Story

Knock by Imelda May

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Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three

I see you move across the room
I can't keep still, you're my thrill
Can't you see, you belong to me

You have me trapped, I'm happy with that
I'll keep you warm, when others are gone
Look in my eyes, I'm your surprise

Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three

I won't tell a soul, oh no one will know
I'll keep all aside, keep away from the light
Just call and I'll appear, I'll always be near

Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three
 
 
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Idea: Roar of Heavens

Roar of Heavens: Group Story
The Gods and Goddesses of the world live, love and wage war amongst themselves with no notice of how their actions and choices affect the world around them. Create your own deity and make your mark upon the other heavenly beings, mortals, other and the world. What is your gift? Your curse? How will your passions and fears drive you?
 
Idea: Chosen

Chosen: (One on one story thread or group.)
Only a handful in generations are Chosen by the God or Goddess and blessed with their attention in life. The cause may be the true origin of your birth, a secret ability that others will crave to own, a talent of overwhelming strength that outshines the rest, physical beauty that make mortals weep and immortals weak or a truly pure heart of innocence that nothing can tarnish. You and I are Chosen. We have been blessed and cursed with the love and attention of the Gods. This is our tale.
 
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MPM - Aiden & Zara (Work in Progress)

When Zara was found in the mountains by Aiden and his best friend Mike Danvers, she drifted in and out of consciousness. Flashes of Aiden’s face and his deep voice telling her to that she’s okay and safe stuck with her. She could remember that he held her in his arms as the men rushed her to a hospital and feeling safe. He came to see her while she was out of her mind with fever and spoke to her about everything and nothing. He’s the reason why she was adopted quickly from the orphanage. Even though he had to go back to University, Aiden couldn’t forget the child he helped to rescue and did what he could to make sure she was taken care of.

She fell in love with him before she knew him. Whenever she thinks about him, Zara remembers a strong man with a caring deep voice that radiated trust. Over time, Aiden came to visit his family and Zara during some of his breaks from university. She quickly grew attached to him and they kept in touch via letters, emails and phone calls.

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During the summer visit when Zara was eighteen, Aiden walked into the bathroom when she was drying off from her shower. The two of them stared at each other for much longer than necessary. The hangover from drinking heavily the night before seemed to be kicked aside as his eyes took in her damp, young body with starving eyes.

For the past few years, he’s been having intense sexual dreams about Zara. Dreams that he only let himself think about late at night after several beers loosen his control. His dry mouth filled with saliva as the pounding of his head was overcome by the pounding of his iron hard cock.

It was like she could read his mind. He stood there, dumb, as the towel fell from her hands and she closed the short distance between them. He took in a shaken breath when she wrapped her small hands around his neck, pulled herself up his body, her damp skin making his rumpled clothes stick to her, and kissed him. There was no logic to his actions. His immobility vanished as his body took action. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand holding her small round cheek and urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. He took over her hesitant kiss and claimed her with an open mouth. She eagerly followed his lead and bravely met each of his touches and silent commands to move closer. It was easy for him to push off his baggy sports shorts. She helped him to take off his t-shirt. Her tight passage sucked his large finger in and wept around it as he pressed into her heat. He sat her on the edge of the counter and devoured her neck, shoulders and breasts with fervor as his finger worked to make her feel headier pleasure and ready her for him. He watched avidly as her body began to tremble and clench, getting ready for her first orgasm and only stopped watching her beautiful climax to kiss her and muffle her screams.

He couldn’t wait. He had to have her now. He had to. He grabbed his weeping cock and wet it in the copious cream that she released in her orgasm by sliding up and down between her legs. Then they both watched closely as he bumped her small entrance and tried to push in. She was so TIGHT and it felt like he had to shove himself into her. He didn’t want to hurt her so he took it very slow and he could feel her body shudder as she tried to take his large engorged flesh inside. Aiden only managed to get the crown of his cock in when his eyes trailed up her slender, hot body, one of his hands trailing his eyes and saw the expression on her face. Her brown eyes were shining with an intense love and all of it was for him. Behind her radiant face, he saw the back of her head in the mirror and his own expression. He’s hungry, sex starved and hungover face and he couldn’t do it. They’re in the bathroom. With the door unlocked. At his Aunt and Uncle’s house. She’s only eighteen. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunningly amazing young girl, almost woman. Eighteen! He’s twenty-seven. Nine years older and working as an adjunct while he works on his doctorate. He has a girlfriend.

Jessica.

Oh god. Jessica. The reason why he came down for a break. The reason why he let himself get drunk the past two nights with old friends. She wants to get married. She loves him. He wanted to get some space, walk in the wild mountains that he loves and make sure he’s making the right choice. It’s just time away to think and be a little wild. A little wild.

The head of his aching cock was in the tightest, warmest, wettest and most amazing pussy that he’s ever tried in his entire life. He didn’t think it was possible to feel like he’s found home by sinking into one but he did.

Jessica.

Aiden looked back into Zara’s eyes and he saw tears welling in them. He watched as they fell over her high cheekbones and down her face. His heart squeezed hard in reaction and he wiped her tears away with his large, rough hands. He rested his forehead against hers and harshly rasped, “You deserve better than this. You deserve to be with someone who treats you right. Takes you out to dinner, dancing and movies. You should have your first time on a comfortable bed. Not like this. Not in a bathroom. Not with a hungover jerk like me.”

He kissed her softly on the lips. Tasting her unique blend of minty toothpaste and sweetness that was hers alone. It killed him to pull out of her. It felt as though her muscles tried to suck him in and keep him inside but he resolutely pulled out of her intensely sexy body. He picked up the damp towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. Grabbed his clothes and threw them over his body and left without another glance or word.

Zara cried silently, sitting on the counter and one finger touching the lip of her sore entrance that Aiden had stretched with his girth. She felt it when the memories of Jessica entered his mind and refused to go. She could almost hear the words that he thought as he realized what he was doing and rational thought resumed control over the impulse of his body and heart. She didn’t understand why he did not know that they belong together when it was so obvious to her that he is the one.

She knew if she didn’t stop him. He would leave that day and she wouldn’t see him for a long time. She didn’t know why or how she knew that but it was one of her “feelings” and they have never been wrong.

Zara got off the counter and splashed cold water on her face. She pulled her clothes on and went to Aiden’s room. The door was open and she could see him packing. She walked inside and closed the door quietly behind her.

“Aiden,” her quiet utterance instantly gained his attention. “Don’t go. I mean. Don’t go right now. Stay for a few days. You’ve only been here for the weekend. I...” Her eyes searched his face. She stuttered at first but said it all in a rush. “Stay here with me. Give me a few days. Just give me the next few days. I love you. I’ve loved you as long as I can remember and I want to be with you. Can we be together for a few days? Just you and me? I know it can’t last and I know you won’t stay with me but I love you, Aiden. Before you leave, please be with me for a few days. Let me pretend that you love me too.”

Her words broke his heart because he realized something that he should have known all along. He loved Zara. He really did love her and the depth of his feelings for her scared the bejesus out of him. It explained so much about his life that has been a little off in the past few years. It explained everything. He couldn’t do it to her. She’s only eighteen years old. She has only just started to live her life. Granted, she’s brilliant and already has her BA but it doesn’t matter. She hasn’t really LIVED her life yet. He’s too old for her. It’s not right for him to trap her.

But he realized that he’s selfish. He’s selfish and he wanted it too. What she asked for. He wanted a few days to be with her and shower her with all the love he feels for her. All the love he didn’t realize he had for her until now. Aiden quickly calculated how much time he had left before needed to return to campus. He had ten days left. Nine days to be with her.
 
 
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Idea: Thine Own Suppliant

12 years is long enough, isn't it? She looked down the long manicured driveway that lead to a mansion that could have held a whole royal family and its court, retainers and servants. Only, the grand structure is a home to just one man and a handful of trusted servants. A few may even be colleagues. It used to be home to her too. Until she ran away.

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A familiar beginning. Often times than not, it begins like this. A split second of fear as hands wrap around her neck. The thundering of her heart beats from fear to excitement and returns to fear when his scent surrounds her. The two become one. As if they were ever separate. Not for her. Whatever she was doing falls forgotten as his hold grows stronger. She can't help but reach up and reach for the hands taking away life's gift, precious air. But enough training remains to still her instinctive desire to fight. To suppress herself and submit.

It begins.

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Each silence has a texture and feel unlike another.
She had to learn not to yearn for it.
She had to learn not to negate it to forget.
She had to learn to find a silence of her own. One that she didn't cringe from out of loneliness or memories that haunt her days and nights.

Now the very silence that she worked so hard to forget, deny and hide from settled without a qualm. She was more afraid of how easy it was to go back to where she had left. Yet, all of that paled in comparison to the tensing, reflexive anticipation, stifling fears and the drenching need that soaked the silk thong teasing her sensitive folds.
 
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Idea: Dreaming Obsession

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She's a dream that he's had as long as he can remember. She's the one consistent thing that he can count on. The vivid dreams full of everyday moments and haunting passion. At first, he drew her in pencil, pen and pastels. The need to imprint her form in as many mediums as possible became a driving force behind his art. Statues of clay, works of junk yard metal welded together, large murals on the walls, oil paints that seem so real you want to reach out and touch and countless sketchbooks of her shown in every angle and expression.

Is it love?

Or obsession?

Either way, she has become a part of his world be he asleep or awake.

Then, he saw her across the crowded city streets. He recklessly chased her regardless of crowds and traffic. He called out to her but he didn't know her name. He caught her by extending his arm as far as he could and managed to slide, grasp, capture her arm in his long fingered hand. Caught her to an abrupt halt and pulled to make her turn her head.

Bright confusion met his searching, zealous gaze and the world stopped.

She's real.

Alive.
 
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Quote: KattDclaw

Normal is so boring and overrated. Nothing is as awesome as a mind that can see outside the lines.

-KattDclaw
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A response that I'm told I can quote and so I am. Mwahahah--
 
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