Breakfast- Cereal bar
Lunch- half of a PH personal pizza
half of a pretzel
dinner- 2 pieces of wasa rye bread
2 tbl blue cheese
2 tbl tuna
corn dog
snack- 1/8 cup soft serve
I feel good. I have been published twice. Thank God for English professors that like you even though you murder the English language and spelling as a matter of day to day life. I like that I have a story that is so enjoyable.
My brother has been having psychotic episodes. I am not talking about being a little OCD- I am talking about being afraid that a monster will climb out of the wall and eat him. He means it to, he has the look of absolute conviction in his eyes. I fear for him. He has seizures. We have insanity, Alzheimer's, senility, and a great other things in our background that all but guarantee an early grave. Oh well, I don't fear for me, I fear for him.
My friend who keeps watch over my sanity during the Witching Hour is gone for 2 weeks. I guess I will have to act like an adult during that time. I was going to write a story. I was awake all Saturday night and I had the best idea for a story... and when the sun came up, the story disappeared. DAMN IT! I have been trying to think of the story but all I know was that it was something that is viewed as evil but it isn't... Its gone but I hope not forever. And as you read this and think "you should just keep a notebook by your bed" -I do. The story was so clear that I didn't worry about loosing it.
I hope that this will be a good week. I want it to be.....I need it to be.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:Wicked
I am going to die if I son't stop having dreams about my ex. They are always on the fringe of my consciousness and then during May for reasons I don't know (ok, I do know- it would be our anniversary) it is an every night thing. Personally I don't know which is worse, the dreams about sex that end in shame or the sex where I am caught by my parents and the shame. The sex that is nice and he apologizes for everything and the sadness and loss that is accompanying. There are many different things senarios and they all suck. WHY CANT I MOVE ON????
I am talking to a perfectly nice Englishman right now. He's older than me so I wont have to deal with the immaturity that I did with my husband but I hate having to dream about him. I wish to banish him, I haven't even talked to him in over a year. And it is getting to where I can not picture him clearly he is fuzzy in the dreams like his face is out of focus. That is probably because I have burned all of our pictures.
I might need an overseas trip to kick this. Mom doesn't know and I don't know how she would help if she did know so I just keep it quiet.
- Mood: cranky
I had noticed that I don't blog that much (read never) on this site and I think that might change because I am mad!!! I am tired of people using me. I am tired of people finding ways to pre-empt me. I don't like babies. Seriously, I guess that may make me an old timey witch. I am not to the stage yet where I gag when I am around them, I am to the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Willy Wonka Stage....
- Location:Home
- Mood: aggravated
- Music:GodSmack
 | Die Show must go on 1/2 (Anonymous) 2008-03-15 07:43 am UTC (link)  |
| Klavier was in his dressing room preparing for his big number. The problem was that he always became excited- very excited in every sense of the word before a show. I should just have enough time, he thought to himself as his groin throbbed with need. His hand snuck under his belt toward his reward as his eager member reached toward him.... "Uh. Mr. Gavin?" The sound of the sound technician made him jerk his hand away from his crotch like it had burned him. "Verdammt" he uttered, then switched to a smile as he looked around the corner, "Yes, what is it now?" "Just needed to give you your mike sir" the technician competently clipped the receiver onto his collar and stuck the small box unceremoniously into his back pocket. Whither he couldn't see the glaring tent in Klavier's too tight jeans or that he chose to ignore it, Gavin couldn't say. But he did leave quickly. Gavin decided to seek out a different venue for his "self-interest sport". He found a great place in a little cove behind the curtains. The heavy velvet excited him further as it hit his bare ass and caressed him as soft as a lover’s tender mouth. "Oh Gott, hilf mir" he murmured as again he went to unbuckle his jeans and release his straining instrument. He paused as he felt a pair of eyes watching him and he looked up. At first he couldn't see anything but then a movement on the catwalk in the darkness made him aware that this wasn't the best place for his particular sport. He needed a semi private place to complete this task or he wouldn't be able to be his calm and cool self on stage. It was his rock star quirk. He masturbated before every performance, he had ever since that first talent show when he was in junior high and continued it ever since. He felt that something unfortunate would happen should he not be able to climax before his cue. Now he was racing the clock. He thought frantically of a place that he wouldn’t get interrupted and yet be able to make his cue. Sweat broke out over his brow as he considered his options. Then illumination struck his thoughts and he knew of the perfect place. A place that according to the earpiece had just been checked and wouldn't be rechecked until after his performance on stage. He rushed to the lower level. |
| Re: Die Show must go on 2/3 (Anonymous) 2008-03-15 07:45 am UTC (link) |
| The lower level had a curtain similar to the upper except that it was deserted. No one on the crew liked to go down there because there were stories of it being haunted. The curtained area was protecting the circle that rose to the main stage, making it in effect seem like he had appeared magically. Klavier gratefully entered the circle of velvet, harder than ever since he had to premeditate a simple act of self gratification. He moaned happily as he lowered his jeans without any ado and paused. Above him he heard the speaker asking the house to silence their cell phones and to keep the isle ways clear. He had about 15 minutes before he was on. He then heard a familiar voice. "You go ahead Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth- I just need to do something here quickly." And to his dismay, the footsteps came closer to his hiding place. Although now Klavier was too involved with his jeans down over his ass and his very hard cock in his hand to move. "Are you sure you don't want us to wait Justice?" The low gravelly voice that twanged with English accent could only belong to the demon prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. Gavin thrust a little harder into his palm knowing that his law school god was a few yards to his vulgar display. "N-No sir. I will be right out." He heard a mumbled assent and the retreating of footsteps and the stairs creak as the other members of the mystery party went to find their places before the curtain rose. Gavin wondered idly about the lagging member of the party.... "AHA!" Gavin slipped on an upward thrust and scratched himself, hard. "Why did you do something so mean Herr Forehead?" when he saw the interrupter of his fun. "Well I came to tell you to break a leg.." "So instead you try to get me to yank off my dick?" "In this country we call it Jacking off" Gavin just growled in response. Apollo felt bad and decided to help his lover out. They had been seeing each other on the sly for a month or so but it was getting hard for him to hide the cards on the roses and other assorted flowers and tell Trucy that they were sent anonymously for her by fans. Apollo kissed the sullen Rock Star and told him how much he thought of him and his displays of affection. "Ja?" "Ja- I mean, ya. The Anything Wright Agency looks practically like a morgue thanks to you." Gavin scowled. Apollo nipped his lower lip and got to his knees and rescued the purple swollen member glistening in its own dew and drew all of it into his mouth. He worked a steady motion as Klaviers hips thrust in a music all their own. "I must have you" before Apollo could say anything, Klavier had lifted him and placed him in front. Apollo turned to find Gavin’s mouth and instead was surprised when air touched his backside. He tried to struggle out of the firm grasp of Klavier and made weak protests when he felt one finger and then two scissoring, stretching, and preparing him. "Wait-" "Her...Pollo. I need you and I don’t have much time. Don't make me beg ja?" He felt Klaviers swollen slick member at his entrance and against his logical judgement pushed himself onto Gavin's penis. There really is nothing like getting fucked by a rock god, though Apollo to himself as the thrusting became more primal with the slapping sounds making him whimper. Gavin heard his complaint and reached around to stroke his lover. Gavin stroke twice more and Apollo felt his partners release blast inside of him sending him over the edge into his own pants. Before they had time to catch their breath, the floor below them began to lift. "Schiss- hand me guitar quick!" Apollo ran the two feet to get his guitar while Klavier quickly pulled his shirt down. By luck, Apollo was able to get off of the platform before it got to the stage. |
| Re: Die Show must go on 3/3(end) (Anonymous) 2008-03-15 07:46 am UTC (link) |
| **Two weeks later** "Hey Trucy, prosecutor Gavin sent over the video from his concert a couple of weeks ago." Trucy, Apollo, Edgeworth and Phoenix sat watching the video with rapt attention. "Wright, does anything strike you as odd?" Edgeworth asked squinting at the screen. Phoenix replayed the part in question and Apollo began to blush as he saw what the other attorneys where talking about. "Hold IT!" Yelled Phoenix and turned to Apollo with his hands on his hips and a smirk accompanied by a raised eyebrow. "Why are Gavin’s pants down for the world to see?" Apollo blushed a burgundy and replied, "The show must go on?" |
| I NEED MY TIGER! part1 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 05:58 am UTC (link) |
| ** This is my first fan fic of any kind so be gentle when you comment- they don’t teach this stuff in college*** Diego searched the crowd among the pulsating techno music for Mia. He was so over this scene, he thought to himself. This was boring when he was a graduate. Alcohol could never compete with the buzz that java gave him. His eyes found her and his heart sped up just a little- not that he would ever let anyone know that he had been thoroughly tamed by a colleague. She laughed at someone's joke while someone else pressed a drink in her hand. Red plastic cups? Thought Diego to himself- do they really still make those? He made his way over to her to see if he couldn't persuade her to go home. They had more than made the polite appearance to accept the gratitude of a frat boy that Mia had defended. He wanted to go home and maybe give his kitten a bit of catnip... He smirked as he closed the distance to her. "Kitten, why don't we let the boys continue this party without us... we could pick up the party at home" the second part of the sentence was a growl that dripped with promise. He could barely restrain his urge to graze her earlobe with his teeth. The party was so dark and the kids were so wasted that he didn't worry about propriety. The response to his murmur was loud and annoying "Ahhh. Dude! No! Don't take the hot chick- take one of the fattys!" "Maybe she doesn't want to leave!" "Hey Gramps! Why don't you call the para-transit or something! We will make sure your granddaughter gets home ok!" That wasn't the most disturbing response though. The most disturbing response came from Mia who hadn't looked up when he whispered in her ear. She looked blearily at Diego and something similar to recognition flitted across her face which was glistening with sweat! "Diego! How the Hell are you???? I haven't seen you in..." she belched wetly to the insane giggles of the frat brats, "...Ages. Are you a brother too?" "Mia? What's wrong? I left you to use the restroom, remember? We came TOGETHER!" "You said CAME!" Mia howled in laughter joined by her entourage. "Hey- I have a joke... How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How mamy" slurred a youth that was looking at Mia in such a way that Diego wanted to pull out each one of his wolf like teeth one at a time. "None! They only screw us!!!!" Mia went into another laughing fit that turned into a coughing fit and then abruptly- she vomited all over Diego’s slacks and both of their shoes. Diego had seen enough. He started to steer a pale and shivering Mia toward the door. When the boys began to complain (Diego could have sworn he heard the wolf teeth boy mutter "just when she was ready"), he spun and demanded, "Where is the cup she was drinking out of?" "God- what are you the cup police?" "If I have to take her to the hospital and find a whisper of GBH (the boys turned grey), or ketemine your ass is grass and I WILL MOW IT! You will not be running free again." He got her to the door and the music had quieted and he turned one last time, "You had better pray that nothing happens to this lady because if it does... You will not have to worry about any judge on Earth hearing your case, let’s just say that I will make sure it is moved to the highest jurisdiction." He strode out of the house leaving scared frat boys mumbling in his wake. He put Mia in his sports car and drove toward the hospital. "Kitten?" "Diego...where...are...we...bad dream...." "I am taking you to the hospital darling- you are not well." "NO! Please....just want to go home. Please." Diego looked over at her. She looked like she was napping and her color was better. Hopefully, she had got only a little of the drug in her system and with any luck, most of it was staining the frat houses light carpet as he drove her home. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread) |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! part2 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:00 am UTC (link) |
| After carrying her into the apartment and successfully taking a quick shower with her to clean the vomit off, he gently changed her into her comfortable linen nightgown- long, modest and sexy. He reprimanded himself for being so selfish while she wasn't feeling good. He changed into his black silk boxers and could suppress the half erection that just looking at her gave him. Even when she was sick she turned him on. He shook his head at his perverted thoughts and went into the kitchen for a pot of special brew #68 (a brew he made whenever he knew he was going to be owed one). While he waited for it to brew, he heard a loud moan. Fearing Mia was sick again he rushed into their bedroom. Mia was writhing on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. Her hands were under the covers clawing desperately at her soft center with one hand twisting a nipple. "Kitten?" Diego was very concerned about this. Although Mia was a passionate lover, she had never openly touched herself- not even when he requested it. "Di....ego. PLEASE! Help me!" Thinking she was having a fit and feeling like a pervert of the most deplorable kind for thinking she was masturbating, he ran to her side. "Kitten? Mia? What can I do? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt just tell me and I will help you!" "My Clothes! Take them off!" Diego attempted to comply but she was thrashing so much it was like trying to take clothes off of a frightened animal. In the process, his palm accidentally skidded across her breast and the firm nipple hardened even more at the brush. Mia hissed and arched into his touch. Diego tried to pacify her without becoming aroused which as sick as it was, if he were to be honest with himself he was very VERY aroused. "Darling you need to sleep- it is the drug talking" "I need...." "You need what?" "You...inside me. PLEASE!" The request sounded like a yowl of a cat coming into her first heat. Plaintive. Desperate. Seductive. And oh, God. He wanted to give her what she needed. His erection was straining against the silken enclosure and wept onto his inner thigh. Diego had an internal trial going on in his head. On one hand, it was wrong for him to take advantage of her in this state. He loved her dammit and didn't need a date rape drug to help him with Mia. He wanted to just sleep next to her and stroke her hair until she woke up herself. On the other hand, he hated to see her suffer. And she needed sex of some kind she was starting to sweat again and now that her nightgown was off she lay naked, touching herself but she was in such a state that she couldn't concentrate long enough to bring herself any relief. Maybe he could just help her out without taking his pleasure- then it wouldn't be taking advantage would it? Diego buried his face in his hands praying for a sign while the love of his life whimpered and moaned piteously next to him. "Necesito mi tigre en liberar a su gatito" growled Mia "What the hell?" Diego started. Mia just spoke Spanish while he never knew that she could speak a word of the romantic language. He chuckled at the acknowledged sign. Why else would Mia utter "I need my tiger to free his kitten."? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread) |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! end (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:03 am UTC (link) |
| He lay down next to Mia and kissed her hesitantly. Several things happened at once. First, Mia stopped writhing. Second, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue into his mouth. And third, she arched into her hands while pulling him close like a drowning woman who had just felt her rescuers touch. He let his fingers stroke down her body. She stilled. His kisses left her mouth and worked down her jaw and to her ear. Her breath grew ragged and shaky. He moved down her throat allowing his teeth to scrape it like he knew she liked. He then lay a trail to her breast and drew a nipple into his mouth and she nearly came off of the bed so intense was her reaction. After repeating the same on the other breast (with the same reaction). He licked down her flat stomach and over to the tops of her thighs. He nuzzled lovingly between her legs. She was completely waxed and she was the only woman that Diego knew that did it for herself. She said it made her feel sexy and that there was nothing like wearing silk thong with smooth skin underneath it. His tongue probed in and across her secret lips, tasting her like a rare coffee. He then orally prodded her most inner self and she honest to God hissed and entwined her hands in his hair to keep him there. He nipped and sucked her "little coffee bean" enjoying the sounds she made just for him. Mia started to chant to an almost incoherent level. "God....ooooo. God....ooooo" Diego picked up the tempo on her bean and inserted a finger and then two into her slippery channel while keeping the tongue pressure on her other piece. The two words became a shriek of one word that sounded like, "Godot! Godot! Godot!" She shuddered and he felt her silk clinch his stroking fingers. She lay panting and closed her eyes. Diego smiled to himself and withdrew his fingers and kissed her naked sex chastely. Almost immediately her breath lengthened and she fell into a deep sleep. Diego ignored his throbbing erection, wiggled up and snuggled next to her sleeping form and watched her in repose. He thought idly of the words she yelled in the throws of passion. He decided that if they should ever have a son that he would petition for the name Godot- it had a strong ring to it. The next morning Mia awoke with a headache and not remembering much of last night at all. She just remembered a horrible dream of her at a frat party. She got drunk and she think she even told a lawyer joke. She cringed at the memory as she padded into the kitchen where Diego looked fresh as the morning and smiled at him as he handed her a cup of coffee. She was happy that the party was just a dream... Diego cocked is head in her direction with a smirk on his face, "So tell me kitten, how many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" |
| I NEED MY TIGER! part1 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 05:58 am UTC (link) |
| ** This is my first fan fic of any kind so be gentle when you comment- they don’t teach this stuff in college*** Diego searched the crowd among the pulsating techno music for Mia. He was so over this scene, he thought to himself. This was boring when he was a graduate. Alcohol could never compete with the buzz that java gave him. His eyes found her and his heart sped up just a little- not that he would ever let anyone know that he had been thoroughly tamed by a colleague. She laughed at someone's joke while someone else pressed a drink in her hand. Red plastic cups? Thought Diego to himself- do they really still make those? He made his way over to her to see if he couldn't persuade her to go home. They had more than made the polite appearance to accept the gratitude of a frat boy that Mia had defended. He wanted to go home and maybe give his kitten a bit of catnip... He smirked as he closed the distance to her. "Kitten, why don't we let the boys continue this party without us... we could pick up the party at home" the second part of the sentence was a growl that dripped with promise. He could barely restrain his urge to graze her earlobe with his teeth. The party was so dark and the kids were so wasted that he didn't worry about propriety. The response to his murmur was loud and annoying "Ahhh. Dude! No! Don't take the hot chick- take one of the fattys!" "Maybe she doesn't want to leave!" "Hey Gramps! Why don't you call the para-transit or something! We will make sure your granddaughter gets home ok!" That wasn't the most disturbing response though. The most disturbing response came from Mia who hadn't looked up when he whispered in her ear. She looked blearily at Diego and something similar to recognition flitted across her face which was glistening with sweat! "Diego! How the Hell are you???? I haven't seen you in..." she belched wetly to the insane giggles of the frat brats, "...Ages. Are you a brother too?" "Mia? What's wrong? I left you to use the restroom, remember? We came TOGETHER!" "You said CAME!" Mia howled in laughter joined by her entourage. "Hey- I have a joke... How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How mamy" slurred a youth that was looking at Mia in such a way that Diego wanted to pull out each one of his wolf like teeth one at a time. "None! They only screw us!!!!" Mia went into another laughing fit that turned into a coughing fit and then abruptly- she vomited all over Diego’s slacks and both of their shoes. Diego had seen enough. He started to steer a pale and shivering Mia toward the door. When the boys began to complain (Diego could have sworn he heard the wolf teeth boy mutter "just when she was ready"), he spun and demanded, "Where is the cup she was drinking out of?" "God- what are you the cup police?" "If I have to take her to the hospital and find a whisper of GBH (the boys turned grey), or ketemine your ass is grass and I WILL MOW IT! You will not be running free again." He got her to the door and the music had quieted and he turned one last time, "You had better pray that nothing happens to this lady because if it does... You will not have to worry about any judge on Earth hearing your case, let’s just say that I will make sure it is moved to the highest jurisdiction." He strode out of the house leaving scared frat boys mumbling in his wake. He put Mia in his sports car and drove toward the hospital. "Kitten?" "Diego...where...are...we...bad dream...." "I am taking you to the hospital darling- you are not well." "NO! Please....just want to go home. Please." Diego looked over at her. She looked like she was napping and her color was better. Hopefully, she had got only a little of the drug in her system and with any luck, most of it was staining the frat houses light carpet as he drove her home. |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! part2 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:00 am UTC (link) |
| After carrying her into the apartment and successfully taking a quick shower with her to clean the vomit off, he gently changed her into her comfortable linen nightgown- long, modest and sexy. He reprimanded himself for being so selfish while she wasn't feeling good. He changed into his black silk boxers and could suppress the half erection that just looking at her gave him. Even when she was sick she turned him on. He shook his head at his perverted thoughts and went into the kitchen for a pot of special brew #68 (a brew he made whenever he knew he was going to be owed one). While he waited for it to brew, he heard a loud moan. Fearing Mia was sick again he rushed into their bedroom. Mia was writhing on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. Her hands were under the covers clawing desperately at her soft center with one hand twisting a nipple. "Kitten?" Diego was very concerned about this. Although Mia was a passionate lover, she had never openly touched herself- not even when he requested it. "Di....ego. PLEASE! Help me!" Thinking she was having a fit and feeling like a pervert of the most deplorable kind for thinking she was masturbating, he ran to her side. "Kitten? Mia? What can I do? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt just tell me and I will help you!" "My Clothes! Take them off!" Diego attempted to comply but she was thrashing so much it was like trying to take clothes off of a frightened animal. In the process, his palm accidentally skidded across her breast and the firm nipple hardened even more at the brush. Mia hissed and arched into his touch. Diego tried to pacify her without becoming aroused which as sick as it was, if he were to be honest with himself he was very VERY aroused. "Darling you need to sleep- it is the drug talking" "I need...." "You need what?" "You...inside me. PLEASE!" The request sounded like a yowl of a cat coming into her first heat. Plaintive. Desperate. Seductive. And oh, God. He wanted to give her what she needed. His erection was straining against the silken enclosure and wept onto his inner thigh. Diego had an internal trial going on in his head. On one hand, it was wrong for him to take advantage of her in this state. He loved her dammit and didn't need a date rape drug to help him with Mia. He wanted to just sleep next to her and stroke her hair until she woke up herself. On the other hand, he hated to see her suffer. And she needed sex of some kind she was starting to sweat again and now that her nightgown was off she lay naked, touching herself but she was in such a state that she couldn't concentrate long enough to bring herself any relief. Maybe he could just help her out without taking his pleasure- then it wouldn't be taking advantage would it? Diego buried his face in his hands praying for a sign while the love of his life whimpered and moaned piteously next to him. "Necesito mi tigre en liberar a su gatito" growled Mia "What the hell?" Diego started. Mia just spoke Spanish while he never knew that she could speak a word of the romantic language. He chuckled at the acknowledged sign. Why else would Mia utter "I need my tiger to free his kitten."? |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! end (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:03 am UTC (link) |
| He lay down next to Mia and kissed her hesitantly. Several things happened at once. First, Mia stopped writhing. Second, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue into his mouth. And third, she arched into her hands while pulling him close like a drowning woman who had just felt her rescuers touch. He let his fingers stroke down her body. She stilled. His kisses left her mouth and worked down her jaw and to her ear. Her breath grew ragged and shaky. He moved down her throat allowing his teeth to scrape it like he knew she liked. He then lay a trail to her breast and drew a nipple into his mouth and she nearly came off of the bed so intense was her reaction. After repeating the same on the other breast (with the same reaction). He licked down her flat stomach and over to the tops of her thighs. He nuzzled lovingly between her legs. She was completely waxed and she was the only woman that Diego knew that did it for herself. She said it made her feel sexy and that there was nothing like wearing silk thong with smooth skin underneath it. His tongue probed in and across her secret lips, tasting her like a rare coffee. He then orally prodded her most inner self and she honest to God hissed and entwined her hands in his hair to keep him there. He nipped and sucked her "little coffee bean" enjoying the sounds she made just for him. Mia started to chant to an almost incoherent level. "God....ooooo. God....ooooo" Diego picked up the tempo on her bean and inserted a finger and then two into her slippery channel while keeping the tongue pressure on her other piece. The two words became a shriek of one word that sounded like, "Godot! Godot! Godot!" She shuddered and he felt her silk clinch his stroking fingers. She lay panting and closed her eyes. Diego smiled to himself and withdrew his fingers and kissed her naked sex chastely. Almost immediately her breath lengthened and she fell into a deep sleep. Diego ignored his throbbing erection, wiggled up and snuggled next to her sleeping form and watched her in repose. He thought idly of the words she yelled in the throws of passion. He decided that if they should ever have a son that he would petition for the name Godot- it had a strong ring to it. The next morning Mia awoke with a headache and not remembering much of last night at all. She just remembered a horrible dream of her at a frat party. She got drunk and she think she even told a lawyer joke. She cringed at the memory as she padded into the kitchen where Diego looked fresh as the morning and smiled at him as he handed her a cup of coffee. She was happy that the party was just a dream... Diego cocked is head in her direction with a smirk on his face, "So tell me kitten, how many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" |
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| I NEED MY TIGER! part1 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 05:58 am UTC (link) |
| ** This is my first fan fic of any kind so be gentle when you comment- they don’t teach this stuff in college*** Diego searched the crowd among the pulsating techno music for Mia. He was so over this scene, he thought to himself. This was boring when he was a graduate. Alcohol could never compete with the buzz that java gave him. His eyes found her and his heart sped up just a little- not that he would ever let anyone know that he had been thoroughly tamed by a colleague. She laughed at someone's joke while someone else pressed a drink in her hand. Red plastic cups? Thought Diego to himself- do they really still make those? He made his way over to her to see if he couldn't persuade her to go home. They had more than made the polite appearance to accept the gratitude of a frat boy that Mia had defended. He wanted to go home and maybe give his kitten a bit of catnip... He smirked as he closed the distance to her. "Kitten, why don't we let the boys continue this party without us... we could pick up the party at home" the second part of the sentence was a growl that dripped with promise. He could barely restrain his urge to graze her earlobe with his teeth. The party was so dark and the kids were so wasted that he didn't worry about propriety. The response to his murmur was loud and annoying "Ahhh. Dude! No! Don't take the hot chick- take one of the fattys!" "Maybe she doesn't want to leave!" "Hey Gramps! Why don't you call the para-transit or something! We will make sure your granddaughter gets home ok!" That wasn't the most disturbing response though. The most disturbing response came from Mia who hadn't looked up when he whispered in her ear. She looked blearily at Diego and something similar to recognition flitted across her face which was glistening with sweat! "Diego! How the Hell are you???? I haven't seen you in..." she belched wetly to the insane giggles of the frat brats, "...Ages. Are you a brother too?" "Mia? What's wrong? I left you to use the restroom, remember? We came TOGETHER!" "You said CAME!" Mia howled in laughter joined by her entourage. "Hey- I have a joke... How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How mamy" slurred a youth that was looking at Mia in such a way that Diego wanted to pull out each one of his wolf like teeth one at a time. "None! They only screw us!!!!" Mia went into another laughing fit that turned into a coughing fit and then abruptly- she vomited all over Diego’s slacks and both of their shoes. Diego had seen enough. He started to steer a pale and shivering Mia toward the door. When the boys began to complain (Diego could have sworn he heard the wolf teeth boy mutter "just when she was ready"), he spun and demanded, "Where is the cup she was drinking out of?" "God- what are you the cup police?" "If I have to take her to the hospital and find a whisper of GBH (the boys turned grey), or ketemine your ass is grass and I WILL MOW IT! You will not be running free again." He got her to the door and the music had quieted and he turned one last time, "You had better pray that nothing happens to this lady because if it does... You will not have to worry about any judge on Earth hearing your case, let’s just say that I will make sure it is moved to the highest jurisdiction." He strode out of the house leaving scared frat boys mumbling in his wake. He put Mia in his sports car and drove toward the hospital. "Kitten?" "Diego...where...are...we...bad dream...." "I am taking you to the hospital darling- you are not well." "NO! Please....just want to go home. Please." Diego looked over at her. She looked like she was napping and her color was better. Hopefully, she had got only a little of the drug in her system and with any luck, most of it was staining the frat houses light carpet as he drove her home. |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! part2 (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:00 am UTC (link) |
| After carrying her into the apartment and successfully taking a quick shower with her to clean the vomit off, he gently changed her into her comfortable linen nightgown- long, modest and sexy. He reprimanded himself for being so selfish while she wasn't feeling good. He changed into his black silk boxers and could suppress the half erection that just looking at her gave him. Even when she was sick she turned him on. He shook his head at his perverted thoughts and went into the kitchen for a pot of special brew #68 (a brew he made whenever he knew he was going to be owed one). While he waited for it to brew, he heard a loud moan. Fearing Mia was sick again he rushed into their bedroom. Mia was writhing on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. Her hands were under the covers clawing desperately at her soft center with one hand twisting a nipple. "Kitten?" Diego was very concerned about this. Although Mia was a passionate lover, she had never openly touched herself- not even when he requested it. "Di....ego. PLEASE! Help me!" Thinking she was having a fit and feeling like a pervert of the most deplorable kind for thinking she was masturbating, he ran to her side. "Kitten? Mia? What can I do? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt just tell me and I will help you!" "My Clothes! Take them off!" Diego attempted to comply but she was thrashing so much it was like trying to take clothes off of a frightened animal. In the process, his palm accidentally skidded across her breast and the firm nipple hardened even more at the brush. Mia hissed and arched into his touch. Diego tried to pacify her without becoming aroused which as sick as it was, if he were to be honest with himself he was very VERY aroused. "Darling you need to sleep- it is the drug talking" "I need...." "You need what?" "You...inside me. PLEASE!" The request sounded like a yowl of a cat coming into her first heat. Plaintive. Desperate. Seductive. And oh, God. He wanted to give her what she needed. His erection was straining against the silken enclosure and wept onto his inner thigh. Diego had an internal trial going on in his head. On one hand, it was wrong for him to take advantage of her in this state. He loved her dammit and didn't need a date rape drug to help him with Mia. He wanted to just sleep next to her and stroke her hair until she woke up herself. On the other hand, he hated to see her suffer. And she needed sex of some kind she was starting to sweat again and now that her nightgown was off she lay naked, touching herself but she was in such a state that she couldn't concentrate long enough to bring herself any relief. Maybe he could just help her out without taking his pleasure- then it wouldn't be taking advantage would it? Diego buried his face in his hands praying for a sign while the love of his life whimpered and moaned piteously next to him. "Necesito mi tigre en liberar a su gatito" growled Mia "What the hell?" Diego started. Mia just spoke Spanish while he never knew that she could speak a word of the romantic language. He chuckled at the acknowledged sign. Why else would Mia utter "I need my tiger to free his kitten."? |
| Re: I NEED MY TIGER! end (Anonymous) 2008-03-14 06:03 am UTC (link) |
| He lay down next to Mia and kissed her hesitantly. Several things happened at once. First, Mia stopped writhing. Second, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue into his mouth. And third, she arched into her hands while pulling him close like a drowning woman who had just felt her rescuers touch. He let his fingers stroke down her body. She stilled. His kisses left her mouth and worked down her jaw and to her ear. Her breath grew ragged and shaky. He moved down her throat allowing his teeth to scrape it like he knew she liked. He then lay a trail to her breast and drew a nipple into his mouth and she nearly came off of the bed so intense was her reaction. After repeating the same on the other breast (with the same reaction). He licked down her flat stomach and over to the tops of her thighs. He nuzzled lovingly between her legs. She was completely waxed and she was the only woman that Diego knew that did it for herself. She said it made her feel sexy and that there was nothing like wearing silk thong with smooth skin underneath it. His tongue probed in and across her secret lips, tasting her like a rare coffee. He then orally prodded her most inner self and she honest to God hissed and entwined her hands in his hair to keep him there. He nipped and sucked her "little coffee bean" enjoying the sounds she made just for him. Mia started to chant to an almost incoherent level. "God....ooooo. God....ooooo" Diego picked up the tempo on her bean and inserted a finger and then two into her slippery channel while keeping the tongue pressure on her other piece. The two words became a shriek of one word that sounded like, "Godot! Godot! Godot!" She shuddered and he felt her silk clinch his stroking fingers. She lay panting and closed her eyes. Diego smiled to himself and withdrew his fingers and kissed her naked sex chastely. Almost immediately her breath lengthened and she fell into a deep sleep. Diego ignored his throbbing erection, wiggled up and snuggled next to her sleeping form and watched her in repose. He thought idly of the words she yelled in the throws of passion. He decided that if they should ever have a son that he would petition for the name Godot- it had a strong ring to it. The next morning Mia awoke with a headache and not remembering much of last night at all. She just remembered a horrible dream of her at a frat party. She got drunk and she think she even told a lawyer joke. She cringed at the memory as she padded into the kitchen where Diego looked fresh as the morning and smiled at him as he handed her a cup of coffee. She was happy that the party was just a dream... Diego cocked is head in her direction with a smirk on his face, "So tell me kitten, how many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" |
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