I had the best dream last night! It was soooo hot. So hot. I have to make it into a short story. Its sitting in my head, making my blood burn through my veins and my clit ache with need.
I'm not usually attracted to Asian men. I think it's the lack of hair. For better or worse, I dig men with chest hair, leg hair, just, that typical Caucasian male hairy factor. All the Asian men I've personally known didn't fit that.
The two in my dream did though. Woot.
One, the one I think of as The Wind, was in a black suit(black shirt & tie even), perfectly tailored for his powerful, lean body, very modern, very rich. His hair was about as dark a coppery red as you could get without it being black. It was sort of shaggy, as in all his hair was about 5 inches long, giving it lots of layers, but shaggy denotes careless, but he was anything but. His hair was thick, straight, and so shiny. It fell around his delicately angular face, framing it perfectly. His appearance spoke of control, power, stubborn careful patience(he would have his way, eventually), dominance, elegance, sophistication. He had long elegant fingers, with perfect nails, short, but well cared for, still very much male. He was the Wind, and his name was Kai.
The other was so much like him, and yet so different. Asian, tall, broad shoulders narrowing in a perfect V to a slim waist. Dark-ish golden skin. Sparkling brown eyes. He was broader, looked more muscular,than his friend, and had tanned skin. I don't remember the colour of Kai's eyes for some reason. The only memory I have of his face, his eyes were shielded by his hair. This man, The Dragon, his jet black hair was back from his handsome face. He had a wide, welcoming smile. I couldn't not smile back at him. He exuded such good will and charm. His eyes sparkled with mischief. His body moved with powerful grace. His energy was barely contained within his skin. He spoke of playful power, benevolence, heat, sexual prowess, confidence, dominance, and desire.
The dragon had a tattoo of a red dragon with bright yellow, orange and all the colour of fall or fire for highlights, SO pretty, with some kind of water element, or maybe wind? The dragon was chasing a girl, in some kind of long something, maybe a kimono. The water/air element seperated the dragon from the girl. It was wrapped around his left left from just above his ankle to his knee. stunning. I remember kissing his hair leg over his tattoo. Such desire.
And butt sex! Fuck it was a hot dream!
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Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Long Time No Write....
True on so many levels. I haven't actually written anything since NaNo. I haven't even gone back to edit my work -- something I still vow to do. Which reminds me, I need to add "buy printer paper" to my list of things to do, or I'll never get it edited. I'm one of those writers who likes to see things on a real live page. Somehow it just makes it all so much more clear in my head for me to be able to lay it out page by page, physically in front of me.
So what have I been up to lately? Reading romance novels, trying to survive the winter with a chronic illness that kicks my ass ten times harder in the cold, and well, just trying to have some semblance of a life. Living with chronic illness makes that last one harder than healthy people would think! But really, three months into being married, and I'm still totally a newlywed, and all stupidly gooey happy to be married; it makes everything else seem unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
I do have a bit of exciting news though, well for me anyway -- I'm going to take a creative writing course at UofT in April! If that goes well, I am thinking of taking/looking into their 'certificate in creative writing'. It's in their Continuing Education department, which means anyone over 18 can take it, which is good for me since my grades weren't good enough to get me into grad school. Still, it sounds a lot like a master's program to me, which is kinda neat. What I'm really excited about is the fact that the course sounds actually useful and helpful! I love to write, but the one thing that's always plagued me is how to put a story together to have a meaningful/exciting/coherent arc over a whole novel. I've just never written anything that long before. So, I think a little training certain can't hurt! Excited!!
So what have I been up to lately? Reading romance novels, trying to survive the winter with a chronic illness that kicks my ass ten times harder in the cold, and well, just trying to have some semblance of a life. Living with chronic illness makes that last one harder than healthy people would think! But really, three months into being married, and I'm still totally a newlywed, and all stupidly gooey happy to be married; it makes everything else seem unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
I do have a bit of exciting news though, well for me anyway -- I'm going to take a creative writing course at UofT in April! If that goes well, I am thinking of taking/looking into their 'certificate in creative writing'. It's in their Continuing Education department, which means anyone over 18 can take it, which is good for me since my grades weren't good enough to get me into grad school. Still, it sounds a lot like a master's program to me, which is kinda neat. What I'm really excited about is the fact that the course sounds actually useful and helpful! I love to write, but the one thing that's always plagued me is how to put a story together to have a meaningful/exciting/coherent arc over a whole novel. I've just never written anything that long before. So, I think a little training certain can't hurt! Excited!!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Last Night's Dream
I had the strangest dream last night. Long, complicated, and rather interesting. I think it will end up making a very good short story, but if I don't record it, I'll forget!
It starts out, I am the 20-ish daughter of a single mom with a younger sister and brother. I was hanging out with my cousin, who was about the same age as me, in my bedroom in the back of our apartment. I had to pee and went off in search of a free bathroom. I found both my sister and brother in our 2 bathtubs. As I was heading back to my sister to get her to hurry, since she was older, I saw two tall young men prowling through our apartment. They struck fear into my heart. I motioned to my sister to be still and silent as they passed. I heard them head to my room where they found my cousin. They dragged her into the living room. It was clear to me they were goint to rape and torture her. They hadn't found my mom in her office. Our only hope was that she'd heard and was calling the police.
I ran silently to my brother while they were busy, making it just in time. In trying to warn him, I dropped the shower curtain, and half fell into the tub myself. They heard me. I hid my brother behind the tub, and made like I was the one in the bath. I didn't wan them to get their hands on him!
They found me, and with evil demented laughter the taller, skinnier, black haired one tried to drown me. But for some reason it didn't work. He rapped me, anally even, over the side of the tub. All the water I'd breathed through came up, and thn I nearly drowned! But I survived, only to have the chubby one come in with my mom and sister. Then they pulled out my little brother.... One pulled out a machete, the other demon went and got a chainsaw from somewhere. All the while they laughed like it was great fun.
I knew what they were going to do. I covered my face with my hands and started babbling. I knew then it was a dream and I wanted out, only I was way too panicked to remember the words or to concentrate. I heard the chainsaw start, I heard the wet ripping sounds, my mind filled in the banks, and in the sudden silence, I heard the pieces drop.
I was hyperventilating, on my way to passing out when the dark haired one grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my face into the porcelain. Bloodied, but still, somehow with all my teeth, I looked up at him. His face was ghostly white. His eyes looked like they were bleeding black, his teeth, black stained fangs. Fear rose hard and heavy. I forced his erection in my mouth, came all over my face, made me swallow some of it, then asked if it burned. As he asked, I realized it did. It, really did. Like hellfire. 'Welcome to death', he said then. My heart sunk. Until that moment I'd been hoping to survive.
The landscape changed then, and I was watching as my mother and siblings braved a daring rescue. They young men weren't human, human weapons did nothing. Hell, I chopped off half his face and still the one tormenting me lived! They were new to their demon status though, and didn't know themselves, it allowed us to escape through a window.
We fled in my mom's little car, somehow finding my aunt the witch. She helped us escape to Mexico, from southern California, only they found us! We were disguised, but my cousin and I both had tattoos, which gave us away.
My aunt stopped time long enough for us to get away. She sent us on a boat, sending us speeding south, holding on for dear life. When we arrived, it as just the two of us, my cousin and I. We guessed my aunt realized my family would be safer without us.
We were in a little fishing village, neither of us, spoke much Spanish, but somehow we managed to learn, and gets jobs on the boats.
Fast forward to almost a year later. I'm the captain of our little boat, we head out to sea, only to come on a fast breaking storm. The waves were so high! We battled for half an hour, before the ship capsized, and I went down with it. We weren't the only boat in the water and as I slowly went down I saw the other crews floating. They were all headed out to sea. I reached the sandy bottom, and saw shore was the other way. There must have been a rescue ship. I stayed low. I knew the storm wasn't natural. It was they boys coming after us. They couldn't find me with the crew. I wanted to head to the shore, but the current was far too strong. So I had to wait. Finally, I came up, but I was in Oregon, of all places.
I was on shore of what must have been a military base... They were doing some kind of war training, different teams, but they were torturing, raping... I couldn't stand it. I went into their camps at night (they were living in tents and make-shift shelters), and strung up the rapists, hung them from trees. I didn't kill them, just scared them, singled them out, terrorized them. Finally, their commander, a handsome blond man found me. I was like something wild...
Things get foggy... I ended up on his sailing yacht, working it with him... In a relationship...with him... He promised to keep me safe from the demons..... My cousin and I ended up double crossing the boys, aka the demons. Well, my other cousin. The one I was first with, she died in the ocean...or was lost to the ocean, I'm not sure which. This cousin was another brave young woman... A witch, the other's sister, I believe. She was going to teach the one that tormented me a lesson..... The other we fed to the sea.
Whoo. And now I need to shower and get something warm on! Brrr!
It starts out, I am the 20-ish daughter of a single mom with a younger sister and brother. I was hanging out with my cousin, who was about the same age as me, in my bedroom in the back of our apartment. I had to pee and went off in search of a free bathroom. I found both my sister and brother in our 2 bathtubs. As I was heading back to my sister to get her to hurry, since she was older, I saw two tall young men prowling through our apartment. They struck fear into my heart. I motioned to my sister to be still and silent as they passed. I heard them head to my room where they found my cousin. They dragged her into the living room. It was clear to me they were goint to rape and torture her. They hadn't found my mom in her office. Our only hope was that she'd heard and was calling the police.
I ran silently to my brother while they were busy, making it just in time. In trying to warn him, I dropped the shower curtain, and half fell into the tub myself. They heard me. I hid my brother behind the tub, and made like I was the one in the bath. I didn't wan them to get their hands on him!
They found me, and with evil demented laughter the taller, skinnier, black haired one tried to drown me. But for some reason it didn't work. He rapped me, anally even, over the side of the tub. All the water I'd breathed through came up, and thn I nearly drowned! But I survived, only to have the chubby one come in with my mom and sister. Then they pulled out my little brother.... One pulled out a machete, the other demon went and got a chainsaw from somewhere. All the while they laughed like it was great fun.
I knew what they were going to do. I covered my face with my hands and started babbling. I knew then it was a dream and I wanted out, only I was way too panicked to remember the words or to concentrate. I heard the chainsaw start, I heard the wet ripping sounds, my mind filled in the banks, and in the sudden silence, I heard the pieces drop.
I was hyperventilating, on my way to passing out when the dark haired one grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my face into the porcelain. Bloodied, but still, somehow with all my teeth, I looked up at him. His face was ghostly white. His eyes looked like they were bleeding black, his teeth, black stained fangs. Fear rose hard and heavy. I forced his erection in my mouth, came all over my face, made me swallow some of it, then asked if it burned. As he asked, I realized it did. It, really did. Like hellfire. 'Welcome to death', he said then. My heart sunk. Until that moment I'd been hoping to survive.
The landscape changed then, and I was watching as my mother and siblings braved a daring rescue. They young men weren't human, human weapons did nothing. Hell, I chopped off half his face and still the one tormenting me lived! They were new to their demon status though, and didn't know themselves, it allowed us to escape through a window.
We fled in my mom's little car, somehow finding my aunt the witch. She helped us escape to Mexico, from southern California, only they found us! We were disguised, but my cousin and I both had tattoos, which gave us away.
My aunt stopped time long enough for us to get away. She sent us on a boat, sending us speeding south, holding on for dear life. When we arrived, it as just the two of us, my cousin and I. We guessed my aunt realized my family would be safer without us.
We were in a little fishing village, neither of us, spoke much Spanish, but somehow we managed to learn, and gets jobs on the boats.
Fast forward to almost a year later. I'm the captain of our little boat, we head out to sea, only to come on a fast breaking storm. The waves were so high! We battled for half an hour, before the ship capsized, and I went down with it. We weren't the only boat in the water and as I slowly went down I saw the other crews floating. They were all headed out to sea. I reached the sandy bottom, and saw shore was the other way. There must have been a rescue ship. I stayed low. I knew the storm wasn't natural. It was they boys coming after us. They couldn't find me with the crew. I wanted to head to the shore, but the current was far too strong. So I had to wait. Finally, I came up, but I was in Oregon, of all places.
I was on shore of what must have been a military base... They were doing some kind of war training, different teams, but they were torturing, raping... I couldn't stand it. I went into their camps at night (they were living in tents and make-shift shelters), and strung up the rapists, hung them from trees. I didn't kill them, just scared them, singled them out, terrorized them. Finally, their commander, a handsome blond man found me. I was like something wild...
Things get foggy... I ended up on his sailing yacht, working it with him... In a relationship...with him... He promised to keep me safe from the demons..... My cousin and I ended up double crossing the boys, aka the demons. Well, my other cousin. The one I was first with, she died in the ocean...or was lost to the ocean, I'm not sure which. This cousin was another brave young woman... A witch, the other's sister, I believe. She was going to teach the one that tormented me a lesson..... The other we fed to the sea.
Whoo. And now I need to shower and get something warm on! Brrr!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Does masturbation count as a workout??
What if I wanked for three hours? In a row....
Last night I believe it was, I was cuddling with my hubby, and he was looking at his blog list.... the kinky ones at least... and there was this image on www.bondageblog.com that really stuck out in my mind. He was flipping through them pretty quickly, so two kind of got superimposed on my brain.
Read more to see what I'm talking about.....
Last night I believe it was, I was cuddling with my hubby, and he was looking at his blog list.... the kinky ones at least... and there was this image on www.bondageblog.com that really stuck out in my mind. He was flipping through them pretty quickly, so two kind of got superimposed on my brain.
Read more to see what I'm talking about.....
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
NaNo Pep Talks
So, every week, heck, it feels like every few days or so, the folks at NaNoWriMo send out pep talks. Some are by long time NaNo champs, others are by real, live, published authors. Most of them are pretty good. Some have made me laugh, many have made me feel less alone -- I'm not the only one struggling with word count! But the latest one is just brilliant.
The most resent one, that I just received, made me smile and laugh out loud more than once. I have to share the closing paragraph because it... It's just that wonderful damnit.
I plan to re-read this one many times. I love it. I love Lemony Snicket. Heck, I have two of his? her? series even! And it's a kids book! But I couldn't help myself. Only lack of funds stopped me from buying the rest. I really need to get myself a library card so I can read them! Sarcastic, funny, I just love the way Lemony writes.
And I now have some hope where before I had none. I mean, I do kind of write for myself. But really, if no one ever reads it, if no one ever likes it, then, well, it feels pointless. But Lemony made such a good argument against writing, that I totally feel it's possible, someone out there might love my story they way I've loved things I couldn't share with my friends either. lol. The hope that someone will love my work, the knowledge that that hope isn't far fetched, THAT is what makes me want to continue.
Wow, that's a really vain reason to write isn't it? Or maybe I'm just being realistic. For me, writing can be fun, but usually it's frustrating, hard, fumbling, and sometimes really hot. But it's work. It's work that makes me feel like I've accomplished something. It wakes my brain up, it excites me. And yet.... I long for an audience. I want so very much to be read, to have my work read, and liked, maybe even loved. I have to finished it for this to happen, of course. But I've been losing hope. Losing hope that anyone would ever willingly read it. Lemony has given me some of that hope back.
The most resent one, that I just received, made me smile and laugh out loud more than once. I have to share the closing paragraph because it... It's just that wonderful damnit.
In short, quit. Writing a novel is a tiny candle in a dark, swirling world. It brings light and warmth and hope to the lucky few who, against insufferable odds and despite a juggernaut of irritations, find themselves in the right place to hold it. Blow it out, so our eyes will not be drawn to its power. Extinguish it so we can get some sleep. I plan to quit writing novels myself, sometime in the next hundred years.
--Lemony Snicket
I plan to re-read this one many times. I love it. I love Lemony Snicket. Heck, I have two of his? her? series even! And it's a kids book! But I couldn't help myself. Only lack of funds stopped me from buying the rest. I really need to get myself a library card so I can read them! Sarcastic, funny, I just love the way Lemony writes.
And I now have some hope where before I had none. I mean, I do kind of write for myself. But really, if no one ever reads it, if no one ever likes it, then, well, it feels pointless. But Lemony made such a good argument against writing, that I totally feel it's possible, someone out there might love my story they way I've loved things I couldn't share with my friends either. lol. The hope that someone will love my work, the knowledge that that hope isn't far fetched, THAT is what makes me want to continue.
Wow, that's a really vain reason to write isn't it? Or maybe I'm just being realistic. For me, writing can be fun, but usually it's frustrating, hard, fumbling, and sometimes really hot. But it's work. It's work that makes me feel like I've accomplished something. It wakes my brain up, it excites me. And yet.... I long for an audience. I want so very much to be read, to have my work read, and liked, maybe even loved. I have to finished it for this to happen, of course. But I've been losing hope. Losing hope that anyone would ever willingly read it. Lemony has given me some of that hope back.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Dreams
I had such a good sleep. I needed it too!
I had this LONG convoluted dream about a haunted house, and a family moving in unaware.. I was their daughter and I did NOT want to go in that house....
Then there was a Tsunami, or rather a hint of one that never actually came.. in Hawaii. There was a family that thought this was the end of days. Even long after it didn't happen, they were convinced...
The middle son was an outcast at his highschool. His older brother was a football star. Middle brother surfed. On the down low. Places where his classmates wouldn't find him. One day one of his favourite spots was overtaken by like a surfing squadron. They were from a private school. They all had shiny black and yellow uniforms/matching wetsuits. They 'let' him stay the first day... he was in the water before hey were. And he surfed as good as they did. better than some. The captain/leader told him very good kid, now get out of here. outsiders are not welcome.
the son confeses to his parents he wants to go pro. he want attention now. he gets on some game show, they offer him a full scholarship to some land-locked school and he turns them down. His faher didn't follow his dream and although happy, he still has regretted it his whole life.
He ends up going to the school, being one of their star surfers. They do some kind of surfing group competition but he loses it for his team when a little girl falls into the icy water and can't get herself out. she has luckimaia... the team ends up making her their mascott and does events to raise money for her, and cancer charities. it takes them 10 years, but they all keep at it and evetually raise 250 million!
There was also this odd sequence of being... native? like honey skinned on some kind of tropical island, and running. being refugees. in huge groups. mass exsodus from somewhere on foot.... I don't know where that fits in.
I was also some kind of AWOL CIA agent. The dream clearly changes here. Assassin on the run. killing, stealing cars, whatever it took to stay alive and running. i knew lots of languages, lots of weapons, lots of ways to kill. I killed one double agent that was trying to take me in by convincing him to take his seat belt off. then I put on the breaks. he impalled himself with his own finger when the air bags exploded.
I have the weirdest dreams! I'm wiritng them here so I won't forget. Maybe I can make stories out of one of them at least.
I had this LONG convoluted dream about a haunted house, and a family moving in unaware.. I was their daughter and I did NOT want to go in that house....
Then there was a Tsunami, or rather a hint of one that never actually came.. in Hawaii. There was a family that thought this was the end of days. Even long after it didn't happen, they were convinced...
The middle son was an outcast at his highschool. His older brother was a football star. Middle brother surfed. On the down low. Places where his classmates wouldn't find him. One day one of his favourite spots was overtaken by like a surfing squadron. They were from a private school. They all had shiny black and yellow uniforms/matching wetsuits. They 'let' him stay the first day... he was in the water before hey were. And he surfed as good as they did. better than some. The captain/leader told him very good kid, now get out of here. outsiders are not welcome.
the son confeses to his parents he wants to go pro. he want attention now. he gets on some game show, they offer him a full scholarship to some land-locked school and he turns them down. His faher didn't follow his dream and although happy, he still has regretted it his whole life.
He ends up going to the school, being one of their star surfers. They do some kind of surfing group competition but he loses it for his team when a little girl falls into the icy water and can't get herself out. she has luckimaia... the team ends up making her their mascott and does events to raise money for her, and cancer charities. it takes them 10 years, but they all keep at it and evetually raise 250 million!
There was also this odd sequence of being... native? like honey skinned on some kind of tropical island, and running. being refugees. in huge groups. mass exsodus from somewhere on foot.... I don't know where that fits in.
I was also some kind of AWOL CIA agent. The dream clearly changes here. Assassin on the run. killing, stealing cars, whatever it took to stay alive and running. i knew lots of languages, lots of weapons, lots of ways to kill. I killed one double agent that was trying to take me in by convincing him to take his seat belt off. then I put on the breaks. he impalled himself with his own finger when the air bags exploded.
I have the weirdest dreams! I'm wiritng them here so I won't forget. Maybe I can make stories out of one of them at least.
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