chocolate covered mystery

Her name meant 'Chasing Butterflies', though pretty much everything that Nova meant, meant her. 


She had been adopted by a Hopi couple, after being found wandering on the reservation as a small child. As a consequence, she never knew what flavor of Asian she was, though she was enamoured with the Ainu. For her, they were the perfect culture, a blend of Asia and indigenous peoples, many of whose designs resembled those found in Hopi culture. She felt their existence was a good analogy for hers, and like everything she said, I was inclined to agree.

Our first date was unlike any I've ever had. We took horses (hers) to the clifftop at twilight, so she could show me what she saw. She was more at ease over the land than the horses in the growing dark, their hesitant mutterings easily assuaged by the sound of her voice as she led us up the cliff. It was nearly flat at the top, and very grassy, so upon our dismount the horses were let free to graze. She gave me a large piece of chocolate and told me to eat it, so I did, making faces at the fibrous texture and her laughter.

"Tell me when you feel weird," she said.

I did.

She pushed me onto my back and stared down at me.. The candy outlined every curve of her breasts, every nerve, but when I reached up, my hands were knocked back down. "Not yet"

She undressed me so slowly it felt like ages, and then in the blink of an eye, was naked herself. "Close your eyes." I couldn't dare not listen to her, and I felt something wrap around my head. A blindfold. She straddled me again, her hands reaching down to take mine, and put them on her body.

I touched her, feeling the curves of her breasts and the flare of her hips. In my mind's eye I could see the hard muscle beneath the layer of softness, and felt my mouth part in an 'o'. And then suddenly I was inside her, more glorious muscles massaging me, milking me, wringing me dry. The pleasure was timeless, a limbo of meaning, and I came with a cry. At that exact moment, she pulled off the blindfold, the blinding light of orgasm paling in comparison to the effusive light of the stars as they exploded into existence from the dark. I don't know how long I laid there. I was trapped in the endless velvet of the night sky, of watching the stars and planets rotate so very slowly, yet perceptably. I could feel the earth breathing beneath me, its molten heart beating as it caused tiny pulses on the surface. I felt her heartbeat as she panted, and the horse's nickering. And I suddenly understood everything.

home, yessssssss (also important announcement at the bottom!)

And then I had like 800 feeds to go through. Bah. I didn't take my computer with me over our holiday trip, so my internet time was severely crippled. Like me! I poked around on fetlife on Master's phone a little, though, so I wasn't as bored as I could have been, despite forgetting to grab my book (-siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh- how did that even HAPPEN).

I've been growing increasingly interested in vac beds lately. I love compression and encasement, and you can do BOTH at the same time, and even make it all artistic, and you can make weird positions and be suspended in them and eeeeee. So now I'm going crazy because in my RSS stream I have like 20 photos from Kink Engineering because they're having a sale ON VACBEDS that makes them 10% off, and I STILL can't afford one.

Master lost his job like the week before Christmas. He was fired because he had too many strikes against him from his first car, that unreliable shitheap. So he just had one (easily fixable) problem with the new car we just got (from his grandma for early Christmas!), and boom, out the door. Fortunately (FOR ONNNNCEEEE) the timing didn't completely blow chunks. In fact, it was almost ideal.

See, since working and school was so hard to do at the same time, he was going to drop the job and just take classes. (Turns out his mom wants him to do the opposite though. meh.) He was probably going to quit before the semester started (which is how this worked out), and now that we have a note of unemployment to make in our taxes, it'll be better taxwise?. So whatever, he's not working right now and has SO much free time (yaaaaaay role reversal), and he should totally make me a vac bed. Or help me make it. He's more techy, I just like to assemble things. I think it would be a fun project for us, especially given that now we have plenty of time until I work to do things.

RELATED: Master's preparing for his on-cam debut! I'll be doing shows for a couple of hours beforehand, (probably with him watching!) and towards the end of the night he'll fuck me senseless and he'll gladly be taking your suggestions! It'll happen this Saturday, January 1st, and I'll be camming from 8pm CST to start, and the big bang (hee) will probably happen around 11 or 12. Hope to see you there!

The State of the Moon-ion

Firstoff, I hate December. It's the least productive month with the most panic and scrambling and rush. wtf. And it means everyone has to travel (I barely even have my own family, this isn't fair) to see people, and oh god I hate being forced into doing things. No one in my family has really ever been successful in getting me to do things I don't want, except traveling because %&*@#&*(%@!!!! So I am not a traveler-by-force. I hate being penned in by dates. D<

So recently, our household has undergone a huge flip. Master was fired due to excessive car trouble (laaame) a week ago, just as I was starting work. You can see me naked, btw. Just click    ----> here <----, and you can see me do aaaaaaanything on this list that isn't a specific no. Ask about things that aren't on the list that aren't a no! I'll talk to you for a while for free, but I'm pay-for-play.

Master is also signing up, because there's been expressed interest in him doing things to me. So far I am enjoying it! It's a lot of fun, as I'm a natural flirt, and guys seem to like how super-shy yet unabashed I am. I haven't had any problems with anyone yet, and those that come in seem to want to stay for a while, so... I must be doing something right.


Re: My schooling. I had to drop out. -_- my mom and stepdad didn't fill out their taxes on time this year (almost last year o_O), so I didn't get ANY financial aid. Not even a LOAN. I had a little more than a month to go (with a break, even,) but since I'm empathic, I get superpanicky around finals just because everyone else is, and I've always been a terrible student and a good learner, but around big groups of people I get.... muddled. And between the panicking about finances, my inability to get a loan, trying to figure out what I could even DO for next semester, as I can't get a physical job, what with my handicap and all, I was doomed to fail. -_- shame, since i liked all these classes. (Geology, Japanese, GLBT studies).

Matters weren't really helped by the State, because they waited about 10 weeks to send out my ID, after telling me it would be six. APPARENTLY, because my birthday was a month after they were supposed to send it out, they just put my new age class on it (whoo, like that's why I wanted it) and held onto it until my birthday had passed. Had it not been for that, I would have been working over THREE months ago, and probably wouldn'tve had to quit school. Feh.

In unrelated news, my nipples are healed! Sort of tender, but that's my own fault -clumsy-

Surprise Goddess

She was a wonderful mystery.

I met her on a beach, still wet from a plunge in the ocean.

Yes, plunge. I'd been taking a photo of the rise, the smooth side of the cliff crossing over part of the sun. It was a beautiful sight I'd stumbled on a few days ago, the sun emerging from the ocean as though timid, teasing the sky with hints of red and orange only to burst out and blind the world with its rays in a spectacle that overpowered the border between water and air. It was reminiscent of an ancient myth, and I'd sworn to keep a momento of it for myself.

I settled myself at the apex of a fragmented rock, maybe even one that had come from the cliff. I positioned my tripod just so, setting a timer to take photographs at a rate of 40 frames per second for 30 seconds before and after my almanac said sunrise would be. This would give me smooth animation of it, so I couldn't miss it.

As I looked through the lens while settling myself in, I noticed a dark figure at the top of the cliff, making weird motions. I zoomed in cautiously, not wanting to lose my shot entirely. Once I could see the shape a little better, I could tell it was a woman. No, she was more than feminine. She was divine, with ample curves in all the right places, waist-length hair, and an athletic physique that prevented me from worrying what she was doing up there, my confidence more than bolstered once I realized she was doing stretches.

As the clouds began to swell with color, I stayed entranced, following her with the lens. The time was nearing, and I zoomed out, forgetting about my shot. I watched with awe as just before dawn, she made a graceful dive down, down into the ocean. She stayed under for a moment, and when she surfaced, it was glorious.

She emerged exactly as the dawn broke, water fanning in all directions as she tossed her hair back, catching the sun to glitter, her entire being glowing gold in the light of the rising sun as it dyed the seas and sky in rich reds and purples as a testament to her greatness. I remained crouched, stunned.

I had to meet her

I had to know her

Because she had just changed everything.

I looked at the photos that had been taken. I had been too stunned to remember, or even hear, the timer taking its shots. For a moment I worried that it hadn't taken them, after all, I hadn't seen the shutter. But my investment in such a high-end device paid off; I had captured not only her glorious rise from the ocean, but the entire graceful descent, as well.

Oh, how delighted I was when I discovered that such strange and beautiful, nay, divine! things happened around her all the time!


I was completely dumbfounded by the time I got to her, allowing her time to swim back to the shore near the cliff. Everything was a blur as I stumbled in her direction, and I was suddenly swept up in the whirl-wind that I would later learn was named 'Nova'.

The Kunoichi

I always knew my body would betray me.

Even in my youth, when we practiced the mating rituals, I had been sensitive. It aided in finding me a mate, all right, the strongest male with the most skilled hands, and later, I learned, body.

This mission had already kept me four weeks from my mate when I was captured. As is the way of things, when I was stripped of the form-fitting uniform, my captors wanted to see how capable I was. After two weeks, I stood no chance.

The first caress of my breast made my entire body stiffen, something that didn't go unnoticed. I flushed as they laughed, the leader twisting my nipple to make me squirm, four weeks of need bubbling immediately to the surface.

"Ha! This little cunt enjoys it!"

I reddened further, embarrassed by my own responsiveness. Their leader wasn't a complete idiot, however, and instead of simply tossing me to his lackeys or keeping me for himself, he thought of something brilliant.

A little story

Well, as an acknowledgment I haven't written in forever, but here's a small piece I wrote recently, enjoy.

The little bell gave a single jingle. Several seconds after the reverberations had finally left it’s small frame it gave out another. Then the hand that dwarfed the small thing set it down with nary a sound more and returned to it’s given limb’s namesake rest. He waited. She wouldn’t make him for too long, she dared not. But still he waited. He could afford to for all the world, but he wouldn’t let her have that luxury. No, to dash was her duty and her purpose if it so pleased him.

Small feet came pattering and a small corner of his lips upturned. He always bore a grin, and that set her off so very often. He liked that. So she came to a stop in front of him, small mouth parted with bated breaths, and posture straight for any attention. She fidgeted a little as she stood. She could wait now as he did, so he ignored her, letting her wait without an inkling of acknowledgement. He had started a new page in his book during his wait, and it would be finished before something new was begun.

He took his time, but when he looked up he unleashed the full devilish smile he had upon her. Nipples tightened and breath quickened as an immediate response, but she otherwise froze. His hands pushed down and so he rose from his seat, towering above the prey he started to circle. He didn’t reach out, but instead let his fingers barely brush against certain spots of bare skin. It wasn’t a touch so much as the barest contact to make her aware of each even more.

But after several circles and judging her satisfactorily, he stopped behind her, one hand reaching under and cupping between legs, feeling the barest moistness. As the hand cupped, the lips brushed one ear and let out the whisper, “Mine.” That was all it said and sufficient enough to bring a little gasp from those silent lips.

It did indeed please him, but he was feeling petty, so the hand let go of its’ prize and instead came ringing across both ass-cheeks with a sound thud. Now that brought a cry that he’d allow.

With that he started to circle again, his right hand coming down against her bare skin both soft and hard. Again and again it happened until she was panting, a small glistening between her legs giving sharp contrast to the reddish hue of much of her skin.

Now he chose to grab the iron collar about her neck, wrenching her down and letting her rest her arms against the seat of his chair. His hand did momentarily too, until it pulled upwards with a paddle between his hands. What goes up must come down, and with the full force of his swing so did the paddle against her rear.

WARNING: Randomness and ADD ahe

I'm having some srs focus issues lately. I can think of a million and one topics I want to write about (breeding fantasies, my dad's reaction to finding out I was ordained two years after the fact, I want to write some fiction but oh god my attention span is so short, my schooling issues, etc), but can't manage to make myself focus on any of them for more than 20 minutes or so.

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Since I can't go to school, I'm going crazy with all this spare time. I've been reading BUTTLOADZ of fanfiction. BUTTLOADZ. It's primarily InuYasha fanfiction. -hangs head in shame- But there's SO much good fanfiction out there! In fact, I got introduced to fanfiction by the legendary Turnabout is Fair Play[PG13 version]. It came out when I was 13, I think, and, unfinished due to health issues by the Author who totally promises to finish it someday, it's at 64 chapters, two of which aren't up at FF.net because at some point in the past they became total dicks about adult fanfiction, even though they used to have an entire SECTION for it, thus wiping out thousands and thousands of amazing fanfiction totally and without backup. o_O Told you I was having focus issues (sorry!)

ANYWAY, part of why I love this series is because there's such an overwhelming d/s element in the main characters. And the show has a huge spectrum of moments. It has a romance that crosses between Modern (c 1998) Japan with Sengoku Jidai (14-1600's). There's plenty of romance, dominance fights, feisty women, myths, betrayal, violence, comedy:



Tragically romantic deaths:



See?

The character interaction alone makes me lust for more media containing them! (Acceptable substitute: Ranma 1/2)

(Sorry, I lost my point for a while. I got stuck watching IY AMVs >_> -more shame-)


Anyway, there's a lot of moments in that fanfiction that are superhot.

• Transformation from human to demon and in between
• Mutual subjugation
• General possessiveness omg
• Wardrobe control
• When his mate won't stop running off, InuYasha puts a spell on her that won't let her run any further than the range of his aura. He leashes her with a spell
• She has a tattoo of his name, with ink made with his blood. He's literally inside her.
• The tattoo has a spell that not only binds her to him, but allows him to subjugate her whenever he wishes (or says the wrong thing on accident)
• He shows it off to her suitors to assert his claim(!)
• There is no way to break the spell. She belongs to him for his entire supernatural lifespan
• " “I thought you said I needed a bath.” He wrapped his arms around her and fitted her against him, stroking his hand through her hair, “I lied.  You smell like me…  I like it.” "
• Inuyasha leaned down, sinking his fangs into her throat and making her suck in a sharp gasp.  The vibration of the violent snarling made her tense, eyes wide at the sudden rush of blood and the lurch in her heartbeat.  Her chest expanded as she held her breath, everything about him screaming at her to submit to him as the dominant and her hands fisted tight over his thighs while a faint whine escaped her in reflex.
  
              Satisfied at the sound, he slowly released the hold, swiping his tongue up the column of her throat to soothe the seeping bites.  He slid forward, scraping his fangs over her cheek, then up to nip her nose before dropping his head and biting down, hard and brief on her shoulder, “You’re in for a hard lesson if you try pushing right now, bitch.  I’m not feeling especially forgiving.  Understood?” '
  
• ' "While it is rather flattering to know that you think so highly of my skills, koi, I don't have control of the moon just yet."'

oh god do I really have to go on? Because my attention span just sort of....

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Thanksgiving was mostly enjoyable!

Master made his mom PROMISE to be nice, so she did, and she was, and we had a peaceable time at his parents' house, and nothing went wrong (aside from Master telling me not to bring a meat thermometer when we were going to a vegetarian's house). In faaaact, Master's maternal grandmother gave us a new(condition) car! Superexcitement. This one even has all its windows! (The last one was missing the driver's side window.) This car is most decidedly not a deathtrap!

Although, I do frequently worry about his family's reaction to me. His mom always complains that I'm negative, which I'm wondering if she thinks that way because I use a lot of self-deprecating humor? (Past a certain point of misfortune, it's just hilariously stupid, but I can see that not all people might see that the same way) Also, practically everybody I've ever met has gotten enjoyment at my expense, so I just sort of....default to it. Also it makes people think you're humble (in moderation??)! Which I sort of am... (I think I am, but I've been everywhere between here and hell, and know that overall I'm worth less than the algae that converts CO₂ into our species NOT dying a terrible death... But Master says I'm prideful. I unno what that's about). And also, after we got the car, people kept asking if I was excited. I really really was, but I worry that I'm too out of practice (emotionally) to show expressions on my face. What with expressions being a (useless) weakness growing up.

But his family so outclasses me T_T. They're all rich, and well-educated, and are CEO's and mathematicians and spacecraft engineers and artists and.... I come from a line of soldiers, slaves, and farmers. My genealogy isn't even well-documented. Last time I asked my dad about our ancestry, he was all "uuuuh. LA-area?". Which means that even if I could track some information down, if they'd lived in the area long enough, there wouldn't be records about where they were before, and I've no way to track them down. And my abuela (86?) doesn't even have a rudimentary education. Honestly, if not for my abuelo (American-born and legally white), I don't know how she would have gotten by. Worst math skills. I know I could do some through my mom's side, but I'm more genetically similar to my dad, so it's more important that I know his, given that I have the same (and moaaaar) physical differences from my mom (except for being male).


Also, his paternal grandfather is not doing well. He's got Parkinsons, and only seemed to be able to remember Master's name half the time, at best. It's depressing, and I don't just mean watching him.

He's unhappy. He knows he has fond memories and people he loves, but who elude him. For him it's like waking up from a dream, memories of it fading as you try and shoo the grogginess away. Being around the combination of Master, GhostDad, Ghost the Elder, and his mate was....miserable. Everyone's doing a good job of putting up a happy face, and while they generally ARE pretty happy, there was an undercurrent of regret and nostalgia (although once the baby books came out, it was pretty much a rapid, with giant stones of pain and hope and the comfort from knowing that in the end there is a kind and loving god and this is just another trial we have to pass to get into His good graces, and after this it's only Paradise) the entire time. I was honestly relieved that we left early, because while I was happy to help tend to Ghost the Elder, and help him, and converse with him, and make him laugh (and he called me a troublemaker! Hrump.), it was....very wearing. I had a minor breakdown when we were there, because it wormed through my defenses, because I was stupid and unprepared for it. I like to think I reigned it all in, but given the differences in perception, for all I know they think I just completely lost it.

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I've been working on a few side projects! Now there's four other subdomains other than this one, and the links are all at the top of the page beneath the .... blog title thingy.

lust is exactly what it sounds like. It is a wankblog. There is domination and submission and gifs of fucking and collars and hands fisted in hair and biting and scratching, and EVERYTHING that ought to be included in the day.

love is also what it sounds like. It's stuff that makes me feel a way that can only be depicted in photographs, not words.

inspire leads you to divine design, a collection of allllllllll sorts of neat and interesting and unusual things, ranging from packaging to clothing to household appliances.

and

wisdom will lead you to PsyloSight, a collection of things you ought to know/meditate on/will make you think

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sorry guys, but that's the limit of my patience for now! I'll make sure to start posting at least weekly again! also I am active on twitter and fetlife, so if you have something you want me to talk about in specific (PROMPTS FOR ADULTS), that's a good way to let me know

ja~

He makes me whimper.

That's the only thing that's important.

He's arrogant, crude, difficult, and has no attention span. Until he lands his eyes on me. Then all that matters is the sounds he draws from me. Language escapes me, and I can communicate only in gasps and whimpers. I'm not a submissive person, but when he possesses me, he does it fully. He has the capability to reduce me to a begging puddle, injecting me not only with his cock, but with the drug that is him.


He calls me insatiable, when I wantonly nuzzle his lap, whimpering in a plead for attention. He grins when the whimpers are of pain that hurts too much for me to want to allow it but I'll take it anyway because it comes from him. When the whimpers turn to moans and back again, only to fade into a pillow, he knows he has won, because he has stolen words from me.

And that is all that matters.