I have it recorded…don’t tell me

Did you watch it?

It's Sunday night, usually a quiet one here on the stroll.
I'm looking for a little comfort from the day. Most of the girls know i'm not vice and i'm not looking to bust 'em or ask for a freebie.

I maneuver the sedan to the curb, windows rolled down, a warm summer breeze felt as the car is placed in park.

Not much action anywhere tonight.

Happy Birthday! Have a wonderful day!

They should be no more than prey to Me to feed upon...to be left lifeless in My wake. That is My right as a Vampire Lord. None of them can stand against Me. But when a beautiful human girl offers herself to Me willingly I melt. I cannot help the love I feel for these sweet pets.

Back Porch
Evelyn felt a warmth spread through her as Rip's words enveloped her. The thought of uncovering long-buried talents and sharing them with him brought a smile to her face. She felt a connection with Rip that was unlike anything she had experienced before, and the idea of riding together and facing challenges side by side filled her with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

As they stepped onto the back porch, his arm securely around her waist, she felt a deep sense of belonging. When he opened the door and said,

"Its....enough....because its yours, and your willing to share it with me..."

she knew this was the beginning of something beautiful.
but her thoughts strayed to other toopics and things that perhaps needed to be said or did not...even as she moved to look inside. when was the right time to bring anything up...she didnt know....but she would soon.

*she growls, looking to him, and yet..she makes no movement but to tighten her hand again*. Embrace the frailties of a human? When I am Illyria? Emotions are weakness. They make one careless!

*thinking back to another time*. Once, humans were like fireflies. The glowed at night, and trembled in my presence. They were lovely and they stank. Once, I was fond of them. Yet They have overrun this world.

*But she pauses, listening to his words.. love. She scans the memories of the shell..*. Yes. Love. *The ax slid down, her grip not so tight*.

Out

They are fleeting but compelling. We are drawn to the fragility of their brief lives.

tylerwells has started a new game with the following players:
tylerwells

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Back Porch
Oh he was so going to enjoy finding out these talents of yours that got buried deep down, there was going to be a surprise with each layer he uncovers.

You turn slightly and there goes his arm goes halfway around you and he can not help but to chuckle softly, as you do those backsteps alongside him, you actually do that quite well

"Well then that will be the first challenge we will tackle, jog your memory and have you riding like the cowgirl you once were."

He really likes that you know how to ride he is already envisioning riding places with you. You must have been one tough little cookie, and now you are his tough little cookie.

When you turn around and face the cabin again he slips that arm around your waist and brings you close to him

"Oh I will be here with you you can count on that."

He took those steps up onto the back porch with you and once to the door he opened it

"It ain't much but its ours."

looks in

So long as You are here...and have to deal the "shell" why not embraced it? There may be power to found there. They have survived this long for a reason.

tylerwells has started a new game with the following players:
tylerwells

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Coming in

slips into the cool stoned walled dungeon.......closes my eyes and inhales deeply of the familiar scents swimming throughout.........listening to suze breath and feeling relaxed.

slowly i walk to the chair owned by Miss PM......and i kneel..........and reaching forward i place a small box of chocolates wrapped in purple foil paper and tied with gold ribbon onto Her chair seat.......followed by my other hand laying a rare purple rose beside the box.........whispering "thank You for my cage Miss PM..........and please know this slut looks forward to serving You when You are able to".

standing i pad naked into the kitchen and retrieve several bowls of fruit to place in front of the occupied cells as i have been asked to do....each one receiving a large wooden bowl of the freshest foods i could find.

i pad back and gather up several bottles of cold water and hug them tight to my stomach and chest........as they make my nipple harden from the cold i reach the cells and place 2 bottles outside the door of each cell.

standing again i move to my cell and crawl inside slowly closing the door and then reaching out of the bars to slip the lock thru the hasp......and slowly pressing on it i jump slightly as i hear it click shut..........locking this one away again...........

Their... "Feelings". It's like offal on my tongue. I should not have to deal with such things. I do not have "feelings ". It's the shell. It.. overwhelms at times. And yet I cannot be free.

*She begins to pace a bit again*.

Never having seen the room, I may pay a visit.