sugarplums misstree dance in my head, such pretty little creatures, darlings darlings and meatings of meat just for me... sugarplums are all my lovely boys, the wickedest ones that share the indiscriminate hunt... there is something so delicious about visions real or invented of their eyes flashing into eachother, and so many pretty pretty pictures have been christmas gifted to me, so many subtle strains have i been made privy to, the most unexpected darlings daring to play with other outies... the thoughts and hopes and tenderest wishes frolic for my own entertainment, away from the outside but wanting so to join the picture show... 040105 ... LegionB4U R U reel? purrhaps just a caricature...speaking through some1's fingurz? MayB lost? 1dering? secure?Strawng? Paychiant? Sellph reelyantt? Xploding in every diereckchion? Such a luvliee. Ah do declare ya fit on mah brain bettah then a bonnet on mah hair! Sssso....izzzz there ssssomeone in there? Or do I ssssspy a sssslippery massssk, easssily donned? Give us something to chew on. 040112 ... misstree purrrrrrr my darling legion, i am real as roses, i am not a charicature but sometimes an archetype... lost i am not, especially since finding another of my blood in these corn-fenced woods, to remind me of purpose, to reflect my own flashing grins back at me... mmm, exploding in every direction, i would accept such an accusation... it is in the nature of fire to do such... to burn and dance and revel... and my sweetest, only those who know little of me could believe this to be a mask... i know that words can hide many things (such as your own identities), but i simply use them as a way of flinging some of my own personal ectoplasmicmannastuffs into the rest of this poor poor whirled, in whatever moderation i see fit... i am far too much of an egoist to play much with masks, and even in the rare occasion that brings me to shadows and sideslipped identities, they are still my eyes flashing through... they give me away every time... and something to chew on, you ask? purrr, needs must be a small time between here and the next true batch of sugarplums, but i percieve quite the prettiness just around the corner, if indeed it is stories that you seek... i could tell you of darlings past... the pretty pretty tourist boy who normally didn't play in such a way, but whispered in my ear the devastatingly delicious things he wanted to do to my playmate at the time... i could tell you of the time i finally brought two playmates out to drink with me, and a can of mace and a shattered car window later, i ended up with beautiful scars, my lovely fury_feeder s properly sated... i could tell you of a trio of water_brothers from times long ago, joyful and free and each one a treat in themselves... mmmm, but i am in the mood to be contrary, and such things must be eased out of me... a person must say please for such flavors... please and you must tell me in luridest detail just what you would like to chew on... there is every taste imaginable available to you, the hostess_of_the_apocalypse stands at the ready.... what would you like to be presented with? 040112 ... LegionB4U Tantalizing tastes pouring out of the slot for free? No knob to pull or crank to twist? Oh this is to savour. All great stories are presented on paper. And where does the origin of virgin parchment reside? My goodness I think we found the tree. Funtastical! Exuberant Celebration Required! Ah, where was our brain train? A please for you we present in the prettiest of verbal packaging. One longs to caress the fabrics of your cover and gently fold back the layers of intrigue and sinew. Tracing our delicate fingers in a swhirl of appreciative fascination along the bumps, seemingly nonsensical yet perfect disorder. We wish to stab our retina through the cloud letters and clearly gaze on the bleeding emote that waits just a hair beyond Grey's reach. We wish to climb Miss Tree and swing in her branchs, collect her leaves and trace them on our ceiling. To taste the fruit and burn the twigs. To drink deep from a shared flagon of mixed juices. To play. But Ah won' com tah da table empty bloody handed!! I gots a few ah mah own moments if'n ya care ta hear um. many twisted tales await you, my dear reader... pull your cloak tighter for the warmth i cannot supply...raise your lantern...and prepare for things better left unjudged till the telling. Perhaps a tale of poetry reading that turned into poetry bleeding? Or maybe an insatiable need to wrangle an unknown dark angel and see how high he could make me fly? Or maybe a hint of the scent of a 30 minute creature, never to be experienced again? To most a keen eye, a slick coat, and a sharp claw are enough to keep their distance from me. But I spy something meow that was not then. Purrrrrrhaps I have a plaything...I must do my best not to let indifferance be my downfall...but then, thats the best time to pounce, now isn't it? We find ourselves unable to arrest the swelling of possibilities. Oh, our precious gem, let us hold you a bit. We promise to only chip off a small piece for ourselves when we are through... 040112 ... pipedream what a yummy this page is turning out to be. *tilts hat over her eyes, collar over her chin and lurks in the shadows, watching* 040112 ... misstree aaah, for a plea so enchanting there is little i could keep myself from doing... and the scent cast by your tiniest temptations... is it uncouth to admit that i am inordinately intrigued? i shall try to hide well how shudderingly close certain wordings come to special centers; but i will take your presence simply as presented, peek behind no masks and simply lean a little closer to put my words upon your ear... it then comes to choosing a sweetmeat... most of my tales are unacceptable, for reasons i cannot reveal... others, too dimly remembered to be proper for the telling... you have found one of my weakest points... but come closer, and we shall sup of the memories surrounding the most beautiful sweetmeat i have ever seen, the one that was not so much the most intense, but certainly the most purrrrrrfect... thinking more closely upon it, i must ohso humbly beg your pardon for the slightest time... i have better record of the yumminess i am about to present, and to leave out even the smallest crumb would be an unacceptable diminishing, if the crumb were there to glean... i ask you bide that i might give this pretty pretty picture the honor it deserves, every inch of sweetest flesh made more real... purrrr but i could not keep myself away from here should i wish, there are scents i cannot ignore or deny, there are songs that must be answered, there are instincts unknown to animals that may someday drive me to my doom... but no matter... know that you have my attention, legion, ears to toes and all points between, especially with the temptation of a tale of your own in return... and it is, perhaps, that your presence may even sway a few decisions i have yet to place, simply so i have more tales to tell... we shall see... ah, i feel myself lingering simply to keep the taste on my tongue, and this is unacceptable... i will tear myself from your words and relish in the rending, the scent of burnt flesh, the stinging draw... i will return weilding the answer to your request... 040112 ... gwyllynne .fallen mmm me thinx I smell a member of the same or similar breed.....mmmm siblings? cousins?......fellow reveller?...tribesman? hmmmmm 040112 ... misstree i know not, my lemony love, but as you noted i am one to suck the marrow of any moment that i may pounce upon... there are hauntings of late, echoes in the strangest places... and i must admit, if it is not you... if i say i am disturbed, you must understand that i mean it in the best possible way... well then... the story as i recollect it....... a demon_lover and i lounged in the back of a local bar... they say that lions sleep 22 hours a day, gorging themselves and spending time sated... there was much of the lion in him, so i shall call him leo before he becomes they... it was a weekend, bustling, many musks perfuming the air... so many sweetmeats and sugarplums to lick in passing... one in particular caught my eye, so unusually beautiful... it is perhaps that beautiful is not the right word... expertly crafted, maybe, a grecian hero if his stature were more commanding... a wood spirit if he weren't so polished... a model if he weren't so vibrant... he was barely taller than i, with golden brown curls to his jaw, and flashing blue eyes... we talked a few moments at the bar, and heat was immediate... i love it when i catch the scent of prey right at the beginning... we talked, flirted, dodged and danced... a bit later, we were standing by the cigarette machine (for, while much is blurry, this moment will always be sharp), and he asked to come home with me... now, at this point in my legended life i was without home to bring him to, as i spent most nights curling next to leo like a favored pet... there are still times that i wonder why he allowed my presence so long... such things make ensnaring erstwhile angels like this young thing a bit sticky... i told him that bringing him home would be difficult, but did he play with boys? his eyebrows krinkled. "not really... i mean, there are probably a few people in the world who are exceptions, but..." hmm. a glimmer of hope. "how about him?" i said, pointing to leo... now, leo himself was an exceedingly delectable creature... about noah's height, but with long, wavy blonde hair, always pulled back, blue eyes that glinted amusement and danger, and an air about him that showed that he knew he owned the world... this was a person that would always stand out, but that no one with half a wit would ever challenge... noah looked at leo and gasped. he leaned in close and started whispering in my ear... "he's so fucking gorgeous... i saw him when he came in and i wanted him right away... i wanted both of you... i want to go home with him and suck him dry... i want to feel his cock in my hand..." i grabbed him by the shoulders and snapped him away from me so i could look into his eyes. there was fire there. "you had better not be fucking lying to me," i snarled. "if you're serious, it can be done, but if you're lying..." he leaned in against me and wrapped his arms around me and started mumbling into my ear again... o that i could remember those words... i know that between his breath hot on my ear and the words pouring, bursting out of his mouth, i couldn't keep my eyes open... i remember swaying, him holding me up... losing myself in the images he painted... never before had someone been so blunt and so insistent, and in such circumstances... i pulled back, locked his eyes, and said, "wait here." i walked the few feet over to leo, nursing a drink and chit chatting with someone inconsequential. "you know that pretty tourist boy?" i muttered into his ear. "yeah?" "he's ours if we want him." leo turned to look me in the eye, weighing something, perhaps me, the night, the boy, i couldn't claim to know how his mind worked. "going back to my place?" i nodded. he tipped back the last few sips of his drink, stood up, and said, "i'll drive." we started out, and i beckoned lovely noah to follow us. pausing here, because this computer is cranky, and if i lose this i may just make it dead. to resume momentarily. 040112 ... misstree at that time i had a station wagon that carried all of my earthly posessions, making it effectively a two-seater. leo indeed got into the driver's seat, and what could i do but sit on noah's lap. he was a proper little opportunist; i don't remember if he had leo's encouragement or not, but through the whole ride home, his hand was inside my skirt, ohsodeftly tickling and tingling intricate folds. i was breathless by the time we arrived at leo's doorstep. this is where my faulty memory becomes most frustrating. i remember moments, but they are shuffled, disordered. i remember laying back on the couch with noah between my legs, and later seeing leo in the same position. i remember being deemed the toy for the night, and being blindfolded. candles had been lit as soon as we got there. i don't believe that noah played in such ways; for leo, playing otherwise was a bore. and myself? every day brought new revelations, a lifetime in eight months, and there was nothing that i did not revel in; to say pleasure or pain is to break a whole into a dichotomy--sensation was the emerging realization, leo the one poking me down the path. ah, but i stray. my need for disclaimers sneaking out of the woodwork. i remember being blindfolded. i remember that the candles were pine scented, and that the first few hits were exceedingly hot. i had souvenier burns on my back and my left breast for a time. i remember that there was also a glass of icewater, and the difference between them was only felt when one hardened and the other dripped. i remember there being a belt, though i don't remember if i was the only one who tasted it; after a certain amount of input, as i said, things blur. i remember riding noah as leo painted my back with fingernail stripes. i remember noah's eyes gleaming into mine as he flirted with brutality, was slowly drawn over by two sirens. i remember beautiful sculpted flesh tangled in impossible ways, amaglam of moments of thrusting and writhing. the picture that will always last in memory, though, the indelible marker of that glorious night, was when i was returning from bathroom or kitchen or somesuch errand. noah was leaning against the headboard, relaxed and content, looking fit to pur; and leo, untouchable emperor, beautiful demon, was gently resting his head on his shoulder, a black collar stark against his neck, his eyes content but still glinting. my breath caught for such collected yum. never in my life have i seen a scene so entrancing. purrrr. i wish that there were more i might feed you, but as i said, you have stumbled upon my weakness. but, i haven't recounted that tale in such fullness in many a moon; the retelling has refreshed what can be salvaged in this flood of moments i pretend is an adequate filing system. i do believe this makes it your turn to tell me tales to keep me warm and twitching... you have taken a piece of me in the telling of this tale... is it perchance enough to draw a similar taste from your tongue? i offer a most humble purring please, a prize rarely won, simply for the pleasure of your words... and i must offer you knowledge that your presence, identity, and indeed stirring kinship have me panting with need for knowledge, but i keep them at bay simply for the pleasure of your tails... 040112 ... LegionB4U MMMMMmmmmmmmmm....we felt like a bitch in heat rolling our tongue over such expressions... The leaves look great on our walls for we felt the need to put into physical reality that witch you espoused in the virtual one. Diamond tears on a necklace for you. We have 2 quotes of Miss Tree next to the likeness of Da Vinci, Bjork, and a sultry Selina Kyle. A flame, a spark...heat blessed heat radiates from the manifistations floating infront of us, fueled by the ashen enchantress. We think we like this little candle. it burned our finger, seared our skin. Just goes to show those afraid of the dark exactly what the light can do. If we had a connection it might be that we both emmulate a radient glow that is beautiful to behold, dangerous to touch, and oh so tempting to immerse the flesh in. Where as you are the dancing red flame, though, We are the chaotic rips of yellow lightening. A story to amuse you.... Having laid to rest my clippers inthe early evening of a thursday night, I left the hallowed gardens of my fragrent occupation. The cool air ignited a need for warmth in me and I hurried to my domicile, kicking a brilliant trail of yellows, reds, and browns behind me as I twirled in the street. My den and cave was also frightfully cold and this did not suit me in the least. I needed something ... something tasty...something I could gnaw on. Something I could wrangle to the ground and keep like a hot water bottle between my knees as I slept... ...the decision was an easy one...when you need excersise, you run...when you need a light you find a lighter...and when your hungry, you hunt... But first a few shots to start the evening out right... I met one of my pack at a predesignated bar...she is a yumm yumm for conversation and an excellent second in spying for possible targets...her hair is short, black and cut like a pixie, looking devilishly cute in a short pleather red dress with a black cartoon cat holdiing its own severed head emblazoned between her meat pears...delightful... after a half or so of this, that, and the other mixed drink an unknown(a rare thing indeed) entered my vision...creepy, dark, brooding....long stringy black hair attached to a pale and wiry frame, adourned with a grey clubware shirt sporting a charlie brown esque wave stripe and parchute pants... something about him made me crinkle my nose...shifty eyes, brushing people aside with his gaze like they where brown smudges in the air, casually lifting an almost full glass of beer from an unsuspecting patron and randomly insulting bypassers with remarks above their understanding...I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth...no rodent slinks unseen and unpunished in MY garden of sin... I bared my teeth in a grin the cheshire cat would be proud of. He'd do nicely. I leaned over to my feminite other and said "What was it that Tzu said? Never go to battle until the war is won?" and then oozed out of the booth like a shadow panther becoming one with the jungle. First I informed Big Jim, a cute mongo of a bouncer, that I might need his eyes and arms. Then I watched the slimes antics, his selfish and humiliating presence making my talons itch to scratch. A simple game. I began planting seeds, walking by him, always looking the other way but being sure to let myself be seen. Arranging a few fire waters to be randomly offered to him by my aquiantence behind the bar(don't worry, I get a discount...teehee) to loosen his grip on his control. Then I took my opurtunity to dance while he was sloshing about on the floor. I never came close in an obvious fashion, but the dance of the butterflies still has it's effect. he bit that hook like it was catered on a silver platter. He followed me through the veil of smoke and chatter to one of the many side halls. I stopped and turned on him, barely out of sight of the rest of the animals, and sunk my teeth into his shoulder. With the short yelp of every rabbit suddenly caught in a snare, he attempted to pull back and it cost him a sliver in his pretty little shirt. I smiled and stared him in his twitching eye, anticipating the next move. Like all horny drunk males of the specie, he left the thinking at this part to his instincts witch brought his lips dangerously close to my own. I had no desire to lay lips on this creature save to cause pain. Being that he was slightly excited my five prong clamp hit home, stopping his advance AND retreat. "I want you out of my bar. Run home before limping becomes your only option." With a harsh squeeze and push he was off and I turned back to the open air of the dance floor. As suspected, he came up behind me in full view and grabbed my arm, attempting to dissuade my own hasty exit from the moment. Only three people have ever recieved my mark. He was the first. I didn't slap this man. I left his cheek with 4 2 inch scarlet book marks, so he would never loose his place again. What was it I said earlier? Never go to battle until the war is won? Right on cue Big Jim heralded forth and did his job well... I was unfortuanantly left with only myself to keep me warm that night, but that isn't so bad... I can keep myself warm pretty darn well when I'm drunk and in a mind 2 and I got to draw blood... We intend to share the other 2 marked stories, fo they gives a joy under our nails that no normal tale can raise. Oh, we love picking someone elses skin out from under our talons...but perhaps the flame shys away? or is it ignited to revel in the same? we think it could...or it has...our job is to shock and crackle...yours is to inflame and burn... and even trade we believe... next. 040113 ... misstree slinking and slurping and reveling in your tale, oh so luscious, ignite is too weak of a word, immoaltion and searing greed begin to approach... expertly executed, parts interior that even the peachfish bows to are twitchtwitchtwitching and growling at such pretty paint... i am laughing low and mean, thou truly are an artiste of an order not often spied, indeed a fellow reveler, indeed dangerous and evolved... i will carry your musk into the darkish forests of tuesday_goth_night... and in honor of such a delectibly devilish tail, i will indeed pursue the option of sugarplums that danced into view last week, and purrhaps carry freshest meat to your den, blood on my muzzle, musk of many on my skin... i would ask you to wish me luck, but we both know that luck is nothing, that being poised to pounce, that having grin ready to slice, that the most insidious dances and delectable charms are all that are needed... my nearlyhumble thanks for such a succulent gift... a thousand pardons while i slink back to roll in this until i stink of it... the rumble in my throat will carry far this dangerous night... 040113 ... LegionB4U We make everything into anything we want with plenty to spare. We're buzzing w/ the waves of anticipation that surely precede your successful stalking...Do take some notes on those bright red leaves of yours...and feel free to embelish on other untold experiences personnally...we are all aquiver...we couldn't help but break a rule and leave a email trail behind our name... 040113 ... .fallen *emerges from the shadows... licking lips....stalks right up to the darling Tree ...firm rough caress of her breasts..... nice hard tug of the hair ...eyes locked .... deep kiss* make daddy proud *pats her on the ass, steps away eyeing Legion with a slight smile... a nod of the head ... and then drifts back to the shadows* 040113 ... LegionB4U We spy more than one diamond in the ruff...is there another who wishes 2 exchange mind matter? We would hate to think there were 2 buffet lines instead of 1... We will recline this eve with the pack and hunt as well...perhaps we can forgo our next story post in lew of this coming evenings festivities? We think we have a good chance of finding delectable little morsels with witch to feast and like all good resturant critics, we will surely compare what we ORDERED to be brought to us for consumption during the night... Keen nose, sharp eye, sharper claws my pets... ...happy hunting. 040113 ... misstree mmmmm, happy hunting indeed... trouble spread in tangible ripples anywhere i touched all through the night... my darlings, please do not feel that i have failed you if i have no true sugarplums to report; the proper players were conspicuously absent tonight... i will, however, regale you with the night's tales as they be... and perhaps once or twice reference the marks left in meat to remember pieces among the parade... hmm, but how, in such a state, to render it? i am still intoxicated, and still tasting lover's musk, and still sorting... perhaps it would be best to lay down what i remember, especially of the bar, where there was happy hunting indeed... after fitting myself in proper regalia (a low slung shirt displayed the week's bruises), i meandered over to the abode of a mated pair of friends... the male and i took our leave so that i could discuss a certain arrangement with him... he is a dear friend, and that night was to begin a 48 hour breakup between he and his mate, and i wanted to be sure he was doing this with the proper mindset and reasons... i poked and prodded and found everything suited... she was young, and they had been together for a long time, and he had no desire to deny her experience... he wished to leave her in my charge, and i happily accepted, of course... i have watched and helped this little_one blossom over the years, and jumped at the opportunity to aid in such a full two days.... when i got to the bar, i perched momentarily beside my newest playmate, referred to elsewhere in the blather world as caesar... we were both still Waking to the night, stretching and blinking blearily... we compared notes of the previous few days, and laid out what possibilities we arrived armed with... it so happens that he was rather taken with my charge... i explained that, if he were invited to play with she and i, i would likely be greedy... i am quite fond of that girl, and refuse to be denied any chance to, purrrrr, do delicious indecencies to her... once restlessness set in, i went to the bar to procure a drink for the playmate and i, on his dime... i was prepared to leave only a two dollar tip, but when the bartender already not only knew his beer, but asked me for my vodka preference, how could i give anything but three and a surge of fondness? it is such little things that make a place home, and this particular event is still in fledgeling stages... now, .fallen can verify that i am a terrible lush... no, i am a wonderful lush, i am terribly good at it... and things such as goth night set my head tumbling... i remember many a moment, but notsomuch the order they fell in... so if i bounce about a bit, please forgive... i remember refraining from biting anyone as long as possible... a number of times, teeth lunged and i pulled myself up just short... i am quite the stickler for permission before a chomp, and it was an entertaining game to the girl who had erupted fangs and claws before even leaving work, an earliness unheard of... i do recall that i apologized for chewing on someone briefly while heavily distracted, though i couldn't say if it was due to some incoming sensation or the passing of a pretty pretty piece in tight red bustier... each time she entered my vision, things went a little more liquid... during the time at the club i did notsomuch biting as usual, but traced many a fleshspot with tip of tongue... just enough to tickle and tempt, inspire but fail to fulfill... follow with devastating grin for full effect... many a soul fell a little farther that night... i remember confusing caesar very early in the night, he knows the concepts but he doesn't know treespeak, and to have someone begin to babble about fangsandclaws and liquidity and things dancing at fingertips and such can be a bit disconcerting, i suppose, he hasn't truly realized yet that i am indeed a poet to my toes, and i am uncertain just how much he realizes is malleable... i wandered upstairs to make certain that certain protective peoples knew to check for actual signs of danger before leaping to my defense with the playmate... while i was up there, a yummy was surreptitiously presented for my approval, a little redhead with a plaid skirt across the pool table from i, sitting in just the perfect manner that, from my angle, only the sweetest center was unrevealed... tunnel vision, anyone?... she bore an uncanny resemblance to a nemesis from many moons ago... i was told that she was drawn to me, was mine if i wanted her, and that she was not so enthused about playing with boys... purrfect for my purposes at that point, as i planned to be greedy with any girls i collected... it was quickly established that fleshpiles would converge on a friend's abode which had seen much of such things in recent times... purrrrr, such a soup of details, so many yummy, but to mention them would take more time than i wish to give... i did take on one special project that night, a boy commonly called "X", wearing embroidered cotton and kilt... i quickly scented easy prey, but even better, a brain ripe for the breaking... play i did, and tempt, and tease, and torture, until he was mine with just the barest caresses... then the game began in earnest... i heard a round of cheers from the upstairs, and wandered up to ask what revelry dared occur without me... apparently, little X had been wearing boxers beneath the kilt a moment earlier, but no more... i sidled up to him and asked for proof... with just a little convincing he agreed as i sent a brethren off for my camera... but he complained and i confirmed that there was "little to look at," the poor boy apparently being a bit nervous... but rubbing in close and whispered words did begin a change... and once begun, nimble fingers did encourage... there were indeed several pictures taken, and i and one particular goddess of a different species but still evolved order flanked him, dragging the wounded beast a little further down... a moment later, she and i laid back on the pool table together to pose for a picture... i regret to say that none of those particular pictures came out, but they were still fun to create... mumbles of afterbar fleshpiles were circulating, and X asked if he could come with... i asked him if he played with boys, and he studied me and said yes, tenatively. "you're lying." i told him. "no i'm not," he answered, but i saw the desperate tint of his eyes, the scent of fear that i might be out of reach. "you lying. no, you can't come with." before exiting the cubbyhole X nearly bit me without permission, and was corrected... he asked permission to bite, and i asked him why i should let him... demanded that he entertain me... he kissed me delicately on the neck, and i laughed... "you must do better than that, darling... i'm going to go dance"... and i returned to the booth to hold court. a piece later he approached, desperate to find an inroad, but it was far too much fun to toy with this darling, and i knew from the beginning he had no chance... i gave him three tries, my breath close and hot each time telling him it wasn't enough... after that i shoved him against the side of the booth behind him... said to him, "listen to me," i pressed my palm against his forehead, "and i mean *listen*. take this first statement as truth, and follow the rest of the steps. thou_art_god. it's a user created universe. whatever you wish to do, you can. whatever you wish to dance, will. it's your world, and it wants to bring you a bottomless iced tea. it's all yours. what are you going to do with it?" (nods to teenage_jesus for iced_tea) he was taken aback, he was racing and stumbling, trying to suddenly be where i was, desperate to find that place, but the panic of knowing he couldn't was setting in. "i know that. i just... i just..." "you don't know that. you don't feel it in your blood. you still think there are rules. there aren't. there is only you, and you are squandering your universe." i looked over at the booth, and my recently freed sweetmeat charge was watching with a grin. "now, if you'll excuse me, i have responsibilities to attend to..." i sat down and recurled myself around the little_one. X's mouth worked soundlessly, his eyes bewildered. "i'm leaving!" he announced, and stomped off, leaving the little one and i laughing. so many many moments... the playmate may perhaps think that i was unfair that night, as it is my pleasure to allow him to exercise his will, as he is one of the few creatures in the world capable of doing so upon me without meeting sharp barks of laughter... but that night, much of it was brushed off without a thought, power removed devastatingly simply... "thou art god works both ways," i told him at one point, and though he seemed slightly put out, he was placated... i was simply manifesting too strongly to be bothered with such things except in certain moments... and there were many instances of me purring and curling with the little_one, so delicous and so recently freed... there were many lips tasted... as i said, though, the proper personages required for sugarplums were absent, so over the course of the night it was decided that simple fleshpiles would be arranged, and whatever else could progress from there... purrr, and a lovely flash of red, during the second to last song, "so_what" by mr. jorgenson, a fury feeder's feast in itself..... i noticed that one boy who stuck out a little bit was dancing closer to a certain lady than she appeared to want him to... i had seen them dancing similarly close earlier, and was unsure if they were acquainted or not, so i let it pass until he moved away... then he approached one of my cherished darkling sylphs, and her displeasure was quite clear... i quickly stepped over, tugged his arm, and told him, "darling, you'd best stop trying to dance with girls before one of them punctures you with something unexpected." he straightened up. "you wanna start something?" he was drunk, and ready to fight. i let the dice roll on their own. "you need to show some courtesy, or you need to leave." my eyes were gleaming, my grin uncontainable. "are you starting something with me?" he stepped in closer, and i matched him. "i don't know, am i?" i knew my crew was in the other room, that if things erupted i would be on my own for the precious moments most savory... but he shook off my arm and walked away... le_sigh... before he had gone three steps the sylph thanked me, and i grinned and shrugged... "my pleasure" i told her quite honestly... a bit of sadness that Boom hadn't made itself known at that moment, but concussive blasts were steady throughout the evening, so i couldn't make complaint... there were other small cruelties inflicted on this that and the other person, and other moments of utter yum, but unless any are particularly stunning enough for me to return to, i grow impatient to move on to later activities... i will pause my story here and resume it at next opportunity... my nearlyhumble apologies if this is a bit long-winded, it is a difficulty for me to sift through moments and select only a few, especially when each carries such strong scent of the night... purrr, but the rest is yet to come... soon... 040114 ... misstree ah, back to the rest of the night... my apologies for the delay, yesterday did not afford me the opportunity to sit with a keyboard and my memories for much longer than it took to write the first piece... but all in due time... where was i... as i mentioned, it was determined that a gathering would be had at a friend's afterwards... we stopped by my little one's abode first, to smoke and retrieve vodka... a distraction only truly of note for a yumminess from caesar... i don't remember what started it, but a bit of sticky_hands grew slowly more vicious, he is good but i am slippery... he managed to get both arms behind me, wrists trapped... positions shifting, he got partial control of the arms... a slow controlled fall to our knees found me still weilding most of my body weight... but a feint changed that and i pitched forward, side of my head pressed to the floor, still working to free my arms... and my darling shifted grip on the right arm, put my shoulder into a solid lock, and oh my goodness i had to tap out... now *that* is a rare treat, and this one was perfectly suited to my mood... also pleased me that he was able to win back a little of what my overwhelming ego had stolen from him... one of the marks of a worthy mate... regardless, we proceeded to the second abode... for a piece, everyone was simply sprawled about the living room, enjoying the company and the air of the night... i asked permission to take pictures, and it was granted... two small pieces of video before lighting went away, one showing all my darlings collected, another featuring the couple that kicked off the festivities writhing under a blanket, each delicious facial contortion purrfectly captured... but as i mentioned re the kilted one, demons ate my homework, such prettiness is lost forever... regardless, my playmate and my little one and i ended up on the couch with the one i mentioned to be differently evolved, sharing introductory languid caresses... she and caesar met like strange dogs, and in my inattention they were growling and ready to rend before i called a halt... she cannot be treated as i can without serious repurcussions, and i don't believe he would enjoy them... they heard my demands to stop and ended merely with exchanged slaps... a sigh of relief... people began to spread themselves between the back room and the front... the person my little one wished gone did indeed leave not long after, and things became more interesting... hands roamed more boldly... my little one began to make some more interesting noises... i delighted in keeping the indomitable caesar at bay, returning the greed he had shown with my christmas present... i hope it is not disruptive if i fail to chronicle the specifics of who sucked what when and whatnot, i assume you to be familiar enough with such situations to know how meatplay shifts in the most liquid manner... suffice to say that we played well together, that every wish was granted... indeed, that could be taken as summary for most of that part of the night... there were repeating cycles of being summoned from that interaction to the one which had emerged from under the blanket, the redhead that had worn the plaid skirt earlier... her prediliction for the fairer sex did indeed shine through in the yummiest ways... her mate appeared not to mind that to me, he was a nonentity... on occasion i would wander back to the room the rest had adjourned to, to smoke and smoke and swig vodka... when given a choice between pleasures, my answer is always "both"... i was summoned back forth by the need for protection from both of the pairs i had abandoned... rejoined my little one, and thwarted the playmate for a few moments at her whim... particularly enjoyable, that... things become even more tangled in memory... there are bruises on the backs of my arms that i remember coming from the little one at different points in the night... the playmate reported for duty yesterday covered in scratches and bruises, one scratch running from collarbone to hip's hollow... pictures were procured... the little one as well had more than her share of both flavors of damage... i am being led to the conclusion that my clinging to the concept that i don't mark people is quite false... as a youth i was incapable of it, even given best efforts... now, every week i am presented with fading meatmemories, bruises on those who allowed my bite... that night, i was the only one who emerged without scratches... what can i say to such compelling evidence? during my last intermission of the night, i wandered into the back room without my shirt, clothing having always been a superfluous notion, especially after such a succulent symphony as background music, and flesh tangled without care for "modesty" *spit*. the differently evolved darling decided it was unfair for me to be alone in nudity, and joined me... she truly is a wonderful creature in herself, one i have held in almost awe for years, and recent times show that it is returned, at least in part... regardless, before returning to the front, one thing or another caused a need for marks on her delectable back... i started at the bottom and drew up, two perfect bright red sets of four lines, fluted at the top to fit her shape as if it were born there... the second count of flesh under my fingernails, as i had garnered a bit from my playmate earlier... returning to the front found activities wrapping up, people laying about in peace... a bit of a shame, i was just about to act as agitator once more, but meat only holds my attention for so long... the redhead's mate saw the marks that had been distributed and complained that he was the only one left without... i snapped to attention... "i can fix that." ... "sure." one rake was not enough... never enough until they say ow... and i could see that he wanted to, but the little dear had a million eyes on him... more flesh under my fingernails in that series of swipes than in the entire night preceding... pretty pretty red, not quite enough to drip, but enough to make me smile... the little one and caesar and i had just a bit of parting play, and clothes were retrieved, and we bundled off to our respective nests... my words in such accounts are regrettably rambling, but it is a peculiarity of my filing system... i do hope that the smallest bit of entertainment was gleaned from this peek through my eyes... i must say that, especially before leaving the bar, you were very much with me in spirit, my energy indomitable, fangs and claws sharper than i usually allow myself... i haven't reveled that fiercely in some time... my contented thanks... do i recieve a story in return? how did your own hunting fare? waiting has me all aquiver. 040115 ... LegionB4U kaN iT bee heLped? oR Doo mie apendajezz aKt Awn there ohen? We are shaken, MissTree, and in a little while, we'll be stirred...but it can wait. We need our hands for this, at the moment. You'll forgive us if we didn't have QUITE the evening that presented itself to you but here it is... Allow us the pleasure of begining directly after our last post to this page. Having blessed the union between our kind and the night( yourself assuredly included) We went about the task of howling the pack together so that we might run in the cold air and find suitable prey in suitable places. We arrested our sweet yumyum(clad in knee highs, fishnets, and a similar black pleather dress only topless and plain) from the domicile down the corridor of white and told her our specific plans for the evening. Being a robust and promiscuos creature herself, she very much agreed, and even had a few suggestions on what we should have for...heh...dinner. First we made calls. One whom we shall call "B" was the first to be recruited. He buzzed the door and entered our den rather downplayed but still cute as a button. He is taller than most but shorter than some, standing perhaps half a foot above us. His hair is wavy and combed to one side, a silver spider rested like a flag emblem on the back and front of his polyester club shirt, with plain blue jeans and hiking boots in black. A word on "B". "B" carries the aura of a piece of beautiful but fragile china, and much like an expensive piece of crockery, people like to look at him but are afraid to touch. We ourselves have yet to so much as bat his face around, witch is a prerequisite to any more advancement in the area of physical intoxication. He is, however, excellent company, can hold his liqour with the best of them, and more adept then most at the art of social portent. His talents have earned him many friends, but his love life(as far as I know) is not, witch makes later events perspective dashing. next to be sounded, hounded, and founded was, as you say, a lovely piece of sweetmeat. One whom we shall refer to as "Z" was notified that she was sick and couldn't go into work that evening. Being liberated due to ailment, she promptly decided to come to our domicile for "loving care" to "cure what ails her". She rested healthy in all the right ways in a wench poet shirt, long skirt of brown leather strips, and lovely floural designs painted by moi on her cheek. Her face is fair with an exceptional amount of freckles, several studded ears, and a crewcut bleached white(well...nigh white...little yellow never hurt nobody) a word on "Z". "Z" is cuteness. "Z" is bouncy. "Z" is...well, "Z". If we are the tiger, she is the cub. With more experience hunting she will be a great one... Unfortuanantly, two others could not be persuaded to join us but we forgive them...they got stuck by other peoples tanks and forgot they piloted their own... ah well... The evening kicked off with our personal collection of substances, some drunk, some smoked, and a very nifty wave was pulsating about our persons. It was determined that sustenance was required prior to dancing and lancing and a stop at the local IHOP was inchaos. The resturant greeted us as regulars, though not on this particular night of the week and our usual table was occupied. Not to be daunted nor denied a healthy appetite for bacon and pancakes, alternative seating was arranged and we went about ordering. The waitress was freindly, but she forgot both creamer and ash tray, two capitol sins in our book. We noted, however, our hopelessly romantic friend "B" had his smiles and wiles on for this particular dish fish so we decided not to punish her. it was for not, though, because like all others, she gave out the signs but refused the invitation. "B" wouldn't pursue like we told him to do...mores the shame...every good piece of crockery deserves to be polished on occasion. The first place we designated as a possibility was entertaining for all of five minutes when we realized a fraternity had dibs on the bar...even my powers are daunted by a host of mundanity that size...we hate overfunded underintelligent lake moss...its alive and all, but it isn't any fun to eat or even hunt...you know exactly where to find it and it doesn't move(or go away for that matter). The next establishment proved more fruitful, atleast for "B" who, thanks to certain vibes from certain unknown peoples on the other side of a blue screen(We can't give credit to anything else on this one)did the unthinkable, improbable act of approaching, engaging in conversation and LEAVING with a tasty stack of sugar that looked like a post modern hippy. You need to understand...these things don't happen...our cute little jar of ashes must've had either one to many drinks or one to many puffs or one to many prayers going his way...we was flabbergastedededed...and the severity of the occasion is what causes us to still remember it since at this point our memory begins getting hazy from imbibing. This made it a girls night out and we weren't complaining. To pass the time and a few more beers a selection of video entertainment was made from several stations across the bar, then darts, and finally a round of pool. Sadly, nothing of interest wafted my nose and the eve seem to drag on. As the hour grew later, our yumyum left us for the rest required 4 a full day of class. We were becoming agitated. Under normal circumstance we are able to pick and choose who our current is flowing to, but no suitable targets where presenting themselves. "Z" noted our unfulfilled ambition and was kind enough to nibble on various body parts. Given that her evening of earning money was sacrificed for our pleasure, we felt the need to give some pleasure back. After closing the bar(who plays "closing time" when it winds down for the eve) we(Z and us) headed to our abode, flipped some muzac into the player and dimmed the lights, lighting candles of sweet scent to set the mood. While sharing some Absolut in a brandy snifter with ice, we began expressing our gratitude at such an...open friendship. Details shall be withheld for now but we have been given permission to let you know that it ended in a feeling not unlike an ecstatic joy at the awesome finality of having a screwdriver stuck in your head and a sense of pleasent disbelief at the circumstances when your body turns into a rag doll corpse, capable of only gasping for air and giving in to the sweet abyss of the pale dark as the pale light crept in. Finish. 040115 ... misstree purrrrrr... indeed i am most familiar with the rag doll feeling...precisely why i seek mates of substance, no other could be trusted with my precious Self in such circumstances... the blathe "adultery" begins on the extreme of such a state and explores from there, though it is longwinded and purest treespeak, and delves into, mmm, somewhat esoteric concepts... and i have found but one use for the lake moss... twice we have performed "scary goth bar crawls" across our own campus, and twice humiliated the little worms with the mere leather end of a leash, barely capable of even a worthwhile swat, as they squirmed and cried for mercy... really, you would think that their hides would be tough enough to put on the good show their store-bought friends would require... 'tis a shame your night was not more explosive... i sometimes wonder if i am sucking up too much Joy from the world, that there is some person (or many) wallowing in misery entirely on my account... purrhaps the blessings of the Big_Momma were being too thickly pissed in my direction... in any case... i do believe it would fall to me to tell the next tale, but it will wait until at least tomorrow... and then there may be indeed again freshest meat, and indeed again even possibly sugarplums... my caesar and my little one will be joining me for the night to celebrate the end of her singledom, and we are hoping to procure a certain little sugarplum to help... an interesting creature, of smallest build but still wiry strong, more brutal than many in certain circles but with sadly oversensitive skin from childhood accident... even the visions inspired by possiblity are enough that the peachfish purrs... and it is purrhaps that proper lighting could be continued, that the fun could be preseved for posterity... 040115 ... LegionB4U Check your box, pretty. 040115 ... misstree doh. addie is wrong on most of my posts, correct would be misstree@chaosmagic.com. i forget sometimes. 040115 ... .fallen evidence 040115 ... Lemon_Soda reprimand me if you will, but i greatly enjoy the converse that takes place here...though I personnally believe myself the most appropriate of audiences, I will disappear yet again to the realm of lurker if so desired, but i can't help mentioning that I am simply amazed at the three most amazing women in my life...one form taken from the years we spent together in this home or that, another new and fresh and equally exciting, and yet even a third, completely unknown, but perhaps a possaiblity of being just as fascinating... I love to read these stories, revel in the form and technique, hear the different voices in m head, and even apply some of the examples of avarice shown. I could never hope to match the ingenuity and evolution of the spirit that is clearly shown in the three i have mentioned, but i can follow the most recent of trals and hope that some day i too can come to the conclusions that lead to such and open, optimstic, yet hedonistic and centered view point. I hope that none of the flowers shown here will wilt with in my life time and if they do, i hope to make a good protege to thegoals unspoken. 040116 ... Lemon_Soda Did I just kill the want to post here or something? 040119 ... misstree mine eyes have ben focused elsewhere; if i can chronicle properly the events of a few days ago, there will be delicious more... words whisper to me of this page, but time... always time... too busy creating stories to set old ones down... i cannot speak for LegionB4U, but that is where this moment finds me... 040119 ... LegionB4U we have a million and one perceptions on any given anything, and a fractured brain pattern akin to THAT can't make any promises to anything about anyone ever...we shall post again, but it is not our turn...2 many shiny objects, damnit... 040120 ... LegionB4U U R 2 easily fascinated, my sour soda pop...we think you should be less of a wall flower, or maybe take in your hands a little more confidence than you espouse...just a wild stab, but we're sure you deserve to have a little more fun... 040120 ... misstree indeed, soda does need to feel his godself more closely, and indeed have more fun, though do not think he is without... it is purrhaps that he should share a story, for i know they lurk... meantimes, my next story is being pieced together, as it is indeed my turn... it will be held for revision once i regain posession of camera and tape recorder, to confirm and flesh out pieces that have slipped, placing it in firm eventuality... it is a tale of two grinning predators and two worthy catnip mice and a shadowed cameraman, of belts and claws and teeth and countless cruelties and nearly tender moments... my playmate did me proud, and i am presumptuous enough to hope that i did daddy proud as well... soon, pretties, soon... i ohsoterriblyhumbly pray for your patience... 040120 ... misstree (beginning was written on tuesday... conserving energies, serving it as cooked... continuation is noted...) i feel quite remiss in not having mentioned last thursday's events here, quite remiss indeed. i feel as if my memory and my words are barely up for the task of chronicling such a full and delightful and monstrously grinning revel; but i cannot leave this story orphaned... i will start from the beginning, and though my visual aids are elsewhere, i will recount what i can... i mentioned the little_one from tuesday, and her vacation from her relationship... it so happens she called me on thursday to see if i was available for the last leg of this arrangement... i grinningly agreed to get together with her, and attempt to summon my playmate, and she agreed to summon another toy, one i had had pleasent dealings with before... this particular toy not only was learning to play with boys, but had kissed my own playmate the previous tuesday, marking him as both delicious and able to be snared... purrhaps i should pause a moment to more thoroughly describe the players in this game. my playmate, caesar, is tall and thin and lean, and carries aloof command quite well. his eyes are blue and sharp. he is not overtly pretty or handsome as such, but there is something to him that he can use to captivate, and he is quite worth looking at. the little one is, indeed, little, topping off at 5'1". she has auburn hair to mid-back, and a giggle and a gleam that never seems to leave her eye. she is built in one of the yumimest styles of such a stature, petite but still curvy. she and i have been friends for some time now, and in certain respects, i can claim humble mentor, though she is strong-willed enough that i doubt she would admit it. and the newest to this number; i shall call him the goblyn, for his stature suggests such, topping off at about 5'3". he is skin and bone and muscle, more power than one would suppose packed tight under a small frame. his eyes are huge and blue and haunting, pretty in themselves. his ego is large in the places he has earned it, but he is wise enough to scent when it does not belong. he was the youngest of our number, though the little one followed not far behind. there. all has been arranged. it remains now only to wind up the scene and set the actors to their tasks. i must once more beg leniency on my memory's account; especially with such a full night, i know there will be delicious details that escape me. i humbly hope to capture the spirit of the night, if not each detail. the little one picked me up from work, and on the way to buying refreshments explained that the goblyn had backed out. he was supposedly going out drinking with a number of people; he had *supposedly* flipped a coin, and it told him no. i barked a laugh--he doesn't know who i work for, and she_what_done_it_all doesn't let things like this slip through my fingers. "let me call him. i'll get him to come out." on the phone i didn't push too hard, at first... no need getting the toys startled until they were penned. i assured him that he wouldn't need to do anything he didn't want to; he could leave at any time, heck, he could just sit back and work the camera if he wanted. the final temptation came with reference to previous play sessions between he and i; the last one had found him rather, um, unfulfilled? i promised to make up for it. and so it was i ushered these darlings into my abode, set up my nest, and proceeded to drink and lounge. we three had been acquainted for a while; time was taken to catch up. when my playmate showed up, the feeling of sinking into comfort was rippled but not capsized--he was a relative unknown to these others, and i can only imagine they were both weighing him next to the task at hand. it makes me grin again to think that they believed themselves in a position to weigh. fortunately, my playmate did not become so through luck, and he is not called the pied_piper without reason; he is very good at smoothing fur and sliding sleekly into openings, then taking others to lands unexpected. windows were open, as we were all smoking. the air drew a chill. blankets were smeared across my nest, and underneath was a shifting tangle of legs, changing slightly as people went to the restroom, then returned to find their place usurped. legs grew friendlier, and hands hid underneath for warmth as well. lull the pretties to sleep slowly. don't let them startle. i don't remember the exact flashpoint, if there was one. i know that caesar and i pounced as one, he taking the little one into teeth, i the goblyn. standard fleshpile operating procedures were followed; again i must beg lenience if i fail to remember or recount the whole of who did what to who for how many cookies at this point. i believe that the next point of interest was when caesar sic'd the bubbaloos upon eachother. they are both small but mean in their own way, and i have lingering footage of them throwing eachother around my room, wrestling and biting and twisting in primal meatplay. they did me proud, my darlings, in their vicious grins and unrelenting drive. when they tumbled to the ground and became more intimate, we decided to change the game a little. a leather strap was produced, and my playmate expertly bound one of the goblyn's arms behind him in such a way that pulling against the bindings would put pressure on his neck... beautifully done, i tell you. then, once again with viddycam in hand, we set them upon eachother. it was a very even match, as the goblyn's wrestling skills and musculature are impressive, but his handicap severe. the cubs were brutal. at one point on the video, they paused to catch their breath, and caught eachother's lips. this was ended as inappropriate--no making nice for them unless santified by the elders. they allowed my playmate and i to slip into such a role quite easily, and i must admit, it was quite a spot of fun. what else? you must understand, there was much in the way of standard meatplay filling in the gaps of my memory, but really, what stands out is not the garden variety bumping_uglies, but the moments of red flashes. i will likely progress through most of these... (a pause in the narrative here, while the notsoprolific tree gathers her leaves about her... this pause would be the one that lasted a few days... waiting for retrieval of records, but it won't be until tomorrow, and i grow impatient. the following is not neccesarily presented in the order it occurred... no more excuses, disclaimers, or apologies... this is the meat, this is what you get. eat it or starve.) there was a time when we had the little one on her front, and the goblin half a body's length beneath her, distracting the peachfish... i held the belt first, turned a bit extra so as not to be too mean to the sweetling... i shouldn't have worried, and i should have known not to worry... it is a useful and favored tool, and i will always have inordinate fondness for the distinct pattern that braided leather belts raise... regardless... after a time, i handed the belt to caesar and took the camera instead... the tape recorder had been surreptitiously activated... the little darling took quite a beating, and took it well... "such screams to hear, such sights to see!"... the goblyn was next, myself distracting the naughty bits (and protecting from stray lashes) while again caesar plied his specialty... again such screams... beautiful... one moment on the tape chronicles the question, "was that an ow?" "YEAH that was a fucking OW!" giggles are heard. ("ow" was the early warning system, not a stop, but an easing off, if appropriate...) i set off to dash downstairs for ice cubes... again on the tape.... "i'll be right back." caesar: "do you have any ice?" mineself: "i said i'll be right back..." on the way i came across a water_brother, daikitsune... gripped his shoulders and in disjointed words gave him a taste of the play in progress... he lapped it like a cub would blood from mother's muzzle, full of greedy relish... i wished that i could bring him in to watch, but none of the others knew him... i fetched the ice, and before re-entry he snapped a picture of the hostess_of_the_apocalypse in mid-duty, black satin robe and jaunty ice tray... when i returned, we did indeed soothe the younglings... the goblyn first, then the little one... on her, the ice strayed lower, along with hands... and, as it dwindled, it found its way inside the most secret of centers... i remember feeling it melt beneath twitching fingers... i remember how cold my fingers were, and how the flesh they tickled was even colder... moments later, a new grin struck, and i summoned caesar forth to meet my brethren... the bubblaoos were cold... it was chilly in the room, and with the recent icing... again to memories of the tape: "can we have some covers?" caesar: "no. as a matter of fact, if we come back in here and find you covered, we're going to slap the shit out of you. or if you're fucking, we're going to slap the shit out of you. or kissing. anything." they: "but couldn't we just cover up until you get back?" mineself: "if you think you want to try to risk the possibility of getting away with it, go ahead. but if you're caught, you're fucked." and we left the room. the tape suggests that they were indeed good during this time. when we re-entered, they were huddled together, but this was acceptable. the next appearance on the tape: me: "this is my friend (daikitsune). he's very dear to me. he has a better camera than i do." not only did he have a better camera, being fox-spirit, he certinly has an eye for the esthetic... so many moments of beauty captured by his hand... and so very often that i forgot entirely that he was there, as did my companions... he quite did me proud... there was a second beating that his camera captured, and a plethora of wounds... there were the markings, fingernails applied deliberately and cruelly, the dispensing of souveniers... some exceedingly yummy... even the fox gained two, one in front, one on the back (which is one of my favorite pictures, his back so straight and proud, four lines of scarlet racing down it)... do not think that we were entirely cruel... of course not... what use would that be... again among the pictures are countless beautiful incidents of my darlings curled as one, soothing wounds, caressing gently or not... much pleasure was to be had, but again, i must say that that type of meatplay has been chronicled again and again in other places... and this is appearing to be becoming a highlights show... only a few details remain ripe to be plucked from this tree... one concerns what i whispered to the goblyn at just the proper moment... i nearly feared i had sent him careening too far, until i saw him this past week... once tape recorder is recovered i will chronicle it fully... suffice to say that he was refusing evolution, even knowing its inevitability... and such virii were planted that will some distant day make him a god or a monster, or somewhere in the between... a final point... near the glorious, grinning end... caesar was explaining the meaning behind the terms "mommie" and "poppie" in some ethnic cant or another... basically, pimp momma and pimp daddy... and it may be of note to at least one that i lept vehemently away from the term "daddy," but was eventually coaxed to poppie... especially with our two cubs there, and especially after the stunning skill caesar had shown with holding the reigns, the world he had painted that night... at poppie's behest, our younglings each in turn kissed outstretched hands... hugs were dispensed, fondness overflowing... this is no tale of true cruelty... the fondness was genuine... for now, this is my tale... i may amend later, i may fill in gaps that are hiding behind pillars... each of us still glow with that night, will always glow with that night... the little one returned to her mate, and they have a whole new bag of tricks to go through, and her mate is eager to learn from my playmate... the goblyn has caught scent of his godself, and remains tickled on the end of caesar and i's claws, such yummy meat to nibble at in the clubs... the daikitsune got to watch and keep secrets and drink the smells and essences of the night, some of his favorite feasts... and the emperor and i? we saw new facets of eachother that nigt that may have taken far longer to emerge, and run through wild woods at blinding speeds... even now i have a fresh collection of well-earned wounds... the game is a bit more primal between just the two of us, but it is perfectly proper... i wish now to collapse, exhausted from this retelling... i will not apologize for the delay... i make no excuses for the moments not mentioned... i will simply lay this down to be feasted upon by all who wish it... and purr to you, darling legion, o glorious instigator... tell me a tale... it's your turn... 040123 ... Lemon_Soda Things are never what they seem, or so the sages tell us. I freely admit I do indeed have a tale or two to tell of my own, but due to my slightly reserved nature they may not be as incredibly...exciting as previous posts have proven to be. Some short time ago, perhaps a year or so, I ventured out to the great state of Utah to visit freinds and relatives. I'll not bore you with the details, but it happened that I was able to go with a good freind of mine, my brother, and another I did not know to a club in Salt Lake City. Don't believe all the rumors you hear about the purity, or fanatacism that comes from this place, because many clubs in my own home town seemed tame compared to this. I donot recall the name, but it was considered a private club, for in city limits you must be so to serve alchohol. I was under the watchful eye of my brother and his friend whom I did not know, and the caring observation of my own freind, a previous love who had moved to a different state for college. I was uncomfortable drinking infront of my brother because he believes it more harmful than not so I made excuse to wander around a bit. There where several large rooms that made up the interior of this place. One seemed like a diner might have been in the 70's, though instead of food it had a bar behind the counter and a large tv wall filled with flickering images. The music in this room was modern pop. The next room over seemed a mosh pit with metal lighting grates hanging overhead in an almost completely painted black room. Several pryamid like structures reached for the ceiling with glowstick swinging ravers on them. The music here seemed rather like metal and trance. Another room seemed more of a large lounge that reminds me of a local club called the Canopy. Decked out like panama jack. No music was here, though another bar was present. Finally, there was the rap room, witch was slightly smaller then the rest, with a raised dance floor and an overhang. I disappeared into a few beers after dodging my relation and aquiantences. I found myself in the trance room after a time and I saw dancing on the floor a heavenly sight: she was about 6 feet, with short, black hair, a black pleather vest, and a grey, white, black mini-school girl skirt. fishnets and multi strap boots up to her knees...she danced like a drug, intoxicating me... (to be continued) 040126 ... Lemon_Soda ...I waited, leaning against the wall, and watched her. She really was quite lovely. I held up my hand and looked just over my palm to see her dancing in it due to angle. Her vigouros stomps and thrashes soon tired her out and she went, unacompanied, to a near by wall to lean and relax. I engaged in conversation with a simple "nice dancing". "Thanx" Looks away. Feigning disinterest. "You want something to drink?" "Sure. Water if you could." A smile. Eye contact. An appreciated offer. I went to get the water from the bar and returned to her. She had since had a chance to calm and regain her composure and as I walked up I noted that she was conversing with a tasty young man, tall as I(6'3) but thinner. I waited till she was finished and the young man went elsewhere. I then reapproached, handed her the water and nonchalantly asked who her freind was. He was just that, a freind. But,after some bit of conversing on how they had gotten to know eachother, she admitted to me that she had a quest that night(though she used different words). She wanted to get a guy for her freind to dance with. Nothing sexual or anything, just another guy to flail and rub. I smiled and informed her that I would be more than willing to accomadate the young man. She hurried off and retrieved him and me and young one began dancing, starting right off the bat with our legs close to innertwined. I held the small of his back as he did mine both with one hand and we leaned away from each other, rocking our bodies to the music. He seemed so eager for the dance, but for the dance itself and not what it could represent. He scratched my back and I grinded my pelvis into him. small nips and back to back waterfalls where thoroughly enjoyed. After a few songs, we were both pulled from the dance floor to a couch in the corner by my new lady freind. There we exchanged witty banter and descritpions of each others lives. They both worked at a taco bell in a town that was close to 2 hours away from Salt Lake and had merely come into to town for a good time. I told them my traveling reasons and where I worked as well and emails were exchanged. After a very affectionate and smileful round of shoulder, leg, and back rubs, we all decided to dance a close threesome, and lucky me I was in the middle. I admit it was difficult to split my attention beween the two, but I merely gave one a bout of rubs, thrusts, and scratchs only to turn to the attentions of the other. God, they were so bouncy and enthused. All and all a very entertaining evening. The closeing of the bar, unfortuanantly divided our company, and I have not sent them nor recieved any emails from them, but then again, some of our best moments are simply that, and not meant to extend forever. I was very happy that night. One of the few times I can say I felt one with the music, the dance, the partners. It was incredibly erotic to be teased and tempted with people I would never again see, but they felt like family, even though I'm not going to give them that title....just, warm and huggable to be around I guess. Like holding a hot cup of coffee on a cold morning and sniffing the steam deeply but not drinking...rather pleasent I'd say... Well, thats all I've got for now... May seem a little tame, Miss Tree, considering you know I've been involved in things alot more...interesting... but a story that meant something nifty to me and one of the few I can remember from more than a month ago felt more appropriate to the table. 040126 ... misstree mmmmm... its taste is indeed yummy on the tongue... no worries about "not interesting enough," the rumbling thoughts bring purrrs, pretty pictures painted where none were before... you will dip and sway and grind in mind's eye, sandwiched between meaty morsels, for some time now, if you don't mind... 040126 ... LegionB4U Tasty, succulent, spiced, hot, luscious meat sauce for our noodle... full of share, care, and tare...We would sprout all our arms and hands in a wave of carressment, comencing to include a hard plays work. Ah, what fun to rest our thousand eyes on the dancing images of cubs in the garden, prancing and clawing and yowling their cute little cubby roars...We hope you didn't stretch the goblyn-taffy to far...it does break eventually...but what fun it must have been to eat your fill of so tangy yet sweat-sweet a commodity...as for the little one, she must stand so much taller with fire in her eyes and stars about her head, a great new cloud of mercury and blood coursing in and out of her brain matter...what a lovely fruit her heart must be, ripe and juicy to the sensitive maw, tipping the muscle with the lightest nip of a canine, then lapping at the coppery crimson happy that oozes out...may the toys she brought home not get her into trouble... Meow I can slink comfortably to my den and lay stretched, fat and sleak on so heavy a meal. I'm still licking the blue-screen blood from my claws with a delicous grin of satisfaction. My slitted eyes feel like mountains from the sky such is my contentment...must find me a tom to share my realm soon...Purrr.....purrrrrrrrr....purrrrrrrrrr... Like, oh my god, that was so totally excellent, girl! I just can't beLIEVE the crazy stuff my sister is up to! I SO gotta, like, you know, find a little 1 or 2 of , like, my very OWN! Yer pah'tner seems a bit 2 good tah be true. You must'ah lucked out findin' such a pertti piece oh' reality tah dance with yah, mah piece ah calico. Is he ah good'n then? Mayhaps ya'll can tell us a bit more about him, if'n ya please. Do tell, Miss Tree, for my own conjection, pray what would you like to hear about? I feel that given our extremely lengthy correspondence that we have come to know the important parts of each other rather well. I have a feeling that there might be a certain story of my own that you would very much like to hear, but for the life of me I cannot discern which it may be. Is there perhaps a theme you would care to enjoy? Or perhaps I have mentioned something before that could use more explanation? As stated before, our intellectual and spiritual nuiances come closer in habit and reason than I dare say. A most disturbing temult to muse over. I shall be the first to admit to any open audience that I am very excited at certain possibilities, both in my reality and your own. Sssssssoooo.....what do you ssssay my dear....which tentacle should I ssssstretch and ssssslither around your head... you sssseem sssssent to ssssssSSSQUEESSssssss the living joy from your ssssskull into my feasssssssting cup... ...and We would return the favor. 040127 ... Lemon_Soda Legion, you have an excellent command of persona...or an exceptionally vast array of voices in your head. Either way, kudos. 040127 ... LegionB4U We enjoyed your story as well, lemon. Seems misstree was correct and we might have misjudged you slightly...We are interested in these more "interesting" tales though... 040127 ... misstree both of the cubs fare well so far, as long as time does not corrupt my work... there is always the chance that the goblyn will draw conclusions from half a vision and thus falter, and the little one may begin to chafe with her mate, but both of these are being seen to, always, as mummie does care for her darlings... and indeed, i do think it be time to describe the playmate more thoroughly than the sips these pages find... he is as astounding as he sounds, though much of his nature is still unplumbed... but in keeping with a trade for a trade, i will hush my voice until i may suckle at stories of thine own... there was indeed one mention which caught mine ears most viciously, and refuses release still... you mentioned something regarding a "poetry reading become poetry bleeding"... many things about that sere statement draw me questing for scents... perhaps this could be the next tale to throw on the fire? meantimes i shall see what i can do about drawing forth more of soda's tales... or perhaps directing him towards more, setting him upon pretty pretty prey... i do believe there is some lurking about, craving his cruelty... 040127 ... Lemon_Soda Cruelty? Hold on...must translate to tree speak... dearest sister of mine, with a furrowed brow and a quick eye snatch I toss the inquiry in one deliciously sweet but conceptually distant word: Cruelty? Am I not the lovers love? A gentle caress across the cheek of a starry eye coupled with heartfelt nothings uttered from a silver tongue? Wine and dancing, dinner and a movie, poetry and dedication chaining my warm heart fuzzies to those that pursue? Would I deny my adoration to those who seek my bedside? Can I withhold even an ounce of my empathic need to stroke and rub and breath life into cold hands with my steamed breath? Do I not shy from the whip, spurning the stinging road for green pastures of gentle repose? My way does not lead to the gleeful, daring play of your fires, my dried red mirror. To smite another even in gest is like a barbed splinter casually scraping its way through my veins. I have no room for cruelty save a simple denial of request when the mood does not suit me. But one cannot be blamed for preferance. If I were to enjoy the arts of cruelty most flavored and foul I fear I would lose myself... ...but then again, I am always willing to try new things. Perhaps in the future I can experiement with a toy or two and let you know how this fairs, but to say I am known and needed for this word flys in the face of my projected image. I do, however, give you much thanx and smiles for keeping your senses open and keen for those suitable for my snares...everybody needs to eat, don't they? 040129 ... misstree indeed you speak truth, brother blue... i forget sometimes that your passion's flavor contrasts mine so... fitting irony is then found in the counsel i call you for tonight, for it is this kindness that has sparked in me lately, kindling nauseous nerves, that disturbs me so... but it is true that you are smooth fur where i am piercing claw, that you are comfort where i am clash. know always that i cherish you for it. (and, in the words of dear lost littleaaron, fluency is had by you!) 040129 ... misstree see: caesar for description of the playmate. 040205 ... LegionB4U YAAAAAAAAAaaaaaawwwwwwwwwn! *smack,smack* Errrrrrr.... 050513 ... misstree your timing is impeccable... let me organize my thoughts about last night and i shall serve you on a silver platter the spatterings of zebra blood i have gleaned... 050513 ... misstree three of them, can you imagine? it was actually opposite my intent for the night, that being to get the taste of one off my tongue. but i drank and i went and i drank and i danced and i remembered who i was and what i consume somewhere in there, so when the first of the creatures offered to share his drink with me, of course i accepted with proper hyena_queen manners. those boys brought spring with them, a strange sight in a goth clug, the friendly frolicking amidst corseted grace. though there was plenty of space, we spilled across eachother's laps, and as night pressed on our hands roamed more. i laughed when i remembered four boys in new orleans, the we all linked through me, a blatantly blazing ciruit in the corner of a club. again i was link point, and with playful laughing lovely strangers, and on just the night i needed it. and the boys themselves... they could have been three brothers, each with distinct flavor but complete and proper in trinity, three bright colors combining to cover all shades of a certain kind of soul. back at their apartment felt far more natural than if there had only been one of them, mommychula all aglow for a chance to play... it's hard to describe, how much it means to me to mix a drink for someone in such circumstance, and how that heartswell is doubled by the instructions i leave them with... true to trinity, their orientations were at least mostly straight, gay, and bi, though normal proclivities often get quite bent in such situations. i was not always the sole focus of play, and occasionally i extracted myself completely just to watch, to take in without distraction the visions that unfurled. i was the unifying factor, though, the being that had brought them all there. they called me goddess with three voices, and drank as deeply of me as i did of them. it was often their individuality that told me whose hands caressed, whose lips i suckled, as my eyes closed to better drink deep the sensations... at times, the feeling of all three would blend, until they were a single creature with six roaming hands, three questing tongues... and myself as the point of fusion. it wasn't all writhing and moaning, though... hunting is more than flesh, and i was gorging myself, tickling each brain in just the right way, eyes sparkling when they responded like pups rather than prey, but pups none the less. the sun was battling clouds in the east to announce its presence, but the drizzle shielded the other saggitarius and i when we slipped away... we chatted as we archers do, were patiently amused by a series of wrong turns, and i finally was delivered home, drunk and sleepy and heartbelly swollen and full. a frozen burrito was the food of the gods, and after a bit of monkey-like keyboard banging, i was swiftly and soundly asleep. for some reason in the writing of this, i kept feeling the urge to iterate that while quite a few other things happened, there was no actual intercourse... it wasn't ruled out, it just never manifested. it seems proper in such circumstances that there isn't; it's far too distracting, too binary, too involved in a single set of sensations when there's such a brilliant buffet being offered. amusingly enough, i'm aware that part of what wanted to make that clear is a little voice that says, "i'm not a slut! i didn't fuck them!"... and then i laugh and laugh, and start showing that voice a slideshow of previous experiences, and it shuts up right quick. and such is my story. the way that it winds through my own grey matter in particular, the circumstances before and after, could only distract from this shining slice. to write it is to place it firmly within my memories, and this is verymuch one that should be kept. 070308 ... f do you want some of my Orchard Fruits mixed with Angelino plums ? 070308 what's it to you? who go blather from