Writing exercise~

Writing exercise between Tamin and myself from 2009~ We were in a writing group together, a time I look back on and always smile.  I like the beginning of this story.  Enjoy~


Celebration~

guiya prepared carefully for the evening’s ritual. she wanted everything to be just perfect. Lir has informed her they were going to climb the mountainside to their fave glade for their annual All Hallow’s Eve celebration. she loved this part, following Lir up the familiar path,  surrounded by fires of red and gold as the forest prepared for the yearly slumber. it filled her with an unexplainable connection to Mother Father and to her Lover. she could feel His blood race within her smelling His musk as He lead the way…her Love, her God, mixed with the clear sent of autumn

The sound of the stream blending with the sound of a soft breeze through the blazing leaves glowing in the last of the day’s sunlight; all served to excite and arouse guiya’s senses as they climbed higher and higher. For his part, Lir remained quiet. He knew this night would test his girl for He had a surprise for her; something they had discussed long ago. He grabbed her hand as they helped one another up the last and steepest part of the trail before stepping into the cool early darkness of the glade. Lir pointed to the fire pit and nodded. guiya hurried to do his silent bidding.

Gathering gifts fallen within the glade, guiya collected them for the fire, cedar, sage, juniper, pine, and miscellaneous fallen branches, piling them high into the pit, the last offering of tobacco for the fire, Lir’s favorite blend, applewood, was the final touch. Lir again silently nodded his approval and guiya touched fire to the offerings in the pit. setting the fire,ablaze, it climbed to towering heights, they both knew the spirits had arrived, the energy of the glade thick with the presence of Lord and Lady. The two, with arms wrapped around one anothers’ waists stood for a time, watching the fire, lost in individual thoughts, and basking in the energy swirling within the glade. 

The veil was at its thinnest and the spirits of many joined the two in their celebration. Lir pulled guiya to Him, tipped her chin upwards, and drank hungrily from her lips. guiya’s head began to swim as Lir’s energy filled her. He placed both of His hands upon her shoulders, grabing and pulling her robes down, in one swift movement, guiya was bare – naked – as intended; as He always saw her.

with her nipple erect, she tried to move closer to Lir and brushed them against His chest. He pushed her back, catching her arms behind her, He mused at her frustration. she had only time to glimpse the smirk that passed his lips as he bared his teeth and sank them into her shoulder. she lost a bit more of her connection with sanity as she swooned within the pain and pleasure his ministrations brought. she was instantly wet, ready, and eager to taken by her Lover, her Owner, her Heart. levering herself against His grip, guiya’s legs climbed Lir and wrapped themselves around Him. trying to get herself as close to Him as possible, there was nothing outside of His will that would separate her from Him. Turning her head into Lir as He continued to bite, kiss and lick her shoulder, her lips struggled to reach for His bare skin to kiss while she rocked her hips into Him, wishing she had taken His robes off as well. she made herself as available as possible to her One.

she felt his arousal. she heard his feral growl. It didn’t take him long to impale her upon His waiting cock. Their passion rose to heights as towering as the flames of the fire that added glow to their skin. The spirits continued to swirl around them as they beat out a rhythm as ancient as the glade. 





Fall

Fall 
by Liquidjade 
2009:

Brilliance of color 
Heatless flames 
Cover the mountainside
Nature prepares for rest

I prepare for you 
My Winter King
Your cool passion 
Burns

Your Love
Kisses
Bite deliciously 
Of frost

Cradling You 
Your life force 
I keep warm, alive 
to birth in spring 


Beginnings

Beginnings
by Liquidjade 
2009:

How I wish this moment would never end. My mind and body filled with you.  I made your favorite meals, opened your favorite wine, and lit the fires to your welcome.  Three days of celebration of feeling you, being with you, and talking with you.  The ending of the year is always bitter sweet. Looking forward to new adventures, new beginnings, and yet relishing my time with you, here, now.  I do not want to say goobye, therefore I will not.  I will say until the next turn with all my love. I will share what I have learned, my adventures, and my growth with you. 

little bit of rhythm

Arousal, breaking out into a sweat from trying to hold back waves of desire. 


Anxiety of the unknown building from wanting so badly to turn around and see.

Trying to push myself closer to you, closer to each smack, bite, lick and thrust.   

Tears running down my face.  Begging for more through your hand covering my mouth.



Only muffled cries resonate in the men’s room, drowned out by the thud of the dance music. 


No one can hear me scream.

Ouch ~

Ouuuuuch ~  


It was my turn under the needle yesterday.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  


After days of being in pain, I still was tattooed yesterday. Masochistic tendencies? No. I didn’t want to miss my appointment. Mostly because it is rare for my schedule and Vic’s schedule to coincide being able to sling some ink.  


Worked on my ribs and underneath my left breast. It’s fabulous and he does a wonderful job fixing my tattoos. We are on the same page of what we like in regards to tattoos and art. 


The good thing about being tattooed, other than the fabulous art, is I usually sleep more than three or four hours at a time.  Got six in a row last night.  Happiness!


Today it’s oozing, hurts, and bruised, typical for me. I mark very easily depending on the spot.  The sensations linger also, so the soreness is there still and will be for a few days. Almost like the after ache of getting kicked in the ribs though not as bad, in being able to breath with out pain. So a surface pain, not internal, thankfully. 


It may be corny, but after all these years, I still wish someone would come and hold my hand when I got tattooed.  I always am very happy for my clients when they have someone there for them.  It’s nice to watch people be there for each other. 


My skin is very sensitive and when I get tattooed I love the mental thrill of trying to hold still, the sensation of being touched, and being wiped down after the stinking pain of the needle. 


Yes, I get a little grumpy after getting tattooed. Dropping from the high and then feeling the pain of healing….  and I’ll be sticking to my cloths for a couple of days.  To me, it’s worth it….  my tattoos are beautiful. They make me happy. 


I love my tattoos. I am looking forward to next month, when we may start to coverup and fix my back piece. Happy dance!