Come out and play:

Looking ever so sweet in his jeans and converse sneaks, he jumps off the cannon and heads towards me. I take his hand and we hand out into the setting sun to go on an adventure that will lead us to strange and new places that only our imagination can take us. With the innocence of children, we laugh and joke and enjoy the moment for what the moment brings is magickal and thus never ending.

The world is our playground and like two children we take full advantage of it. He is the king and I am the queen. Although not of royal blood, we have ascended the monkey bars and thus we run the grounds as far as our eyes can see. The hobby horses are not only our court, but also our steeds which on which we gallop the grounds. Granted the coil that holds them in place keep us in place as well, however, only those who would lay eyes on us would see that. Actually, we are like the children who jump through the chalk drawing in Mary Poppins. We may not have carousel horses, but ours are just as grand if not more so.

He has a surprise for me at a special park. There in the middle lies a giant spider web made of cable and oh so craftily suspended. Not even the great weaver Arachne herself could weave such a design to withstand our weighted passions. As this is my surprise from him, I too must give him a surprise. Being the good little spider that I am, I head to the center of the web and beckon him to join me. The playful child quickly begins to lose her childlike innocence and turns to woman and then from woman to "the black widow." Her invite to be joined does not go unnoticed by the boy who turns to man who then turns to mate and who heads toward me.

Although he enters the web with anticipation, I too have my own towards him. Under the full moon we are many shades of gray and yet our true colors show through. I entwine myself within the web rather than entwine him and wait for him to prey upon me. This widow shall not kill her mate, however, she will allow him to devour her.

Written to and inspired a whole hell of a lot by "Nathan" who feeds my imagination loving spoonfuls!!! ~ Arachne ~ 2/23/07 @ ?

Mutual Words & Feelings

He once assumed love and last night it was confirmed. Actually, it felt good to say it and hear it back. However, the better part of that equation is that it is FELT by two and NEVER had to be SAID: he felt it and I felt it. Yeah, it does "[feel] warm inside." The theory that actions speak louder than words is very accurate, special, and rare.

Last night we confirmed "boyfriend" & "girlfriend" status. Don't anyone laugh or I'll kill you. It is what it is and hell if it feels good between two people, it does not matter what others think. We are very alike in that area as we like being different. Man, last night was WONDERFUL for both of us.

Note: While you guys celebrated VD, we celebrated "our" day. The difference is that "our" day occurs EVERYDAY which is very unlike Valentine's Day.

Does anyone know what it is like to share everything from the serious (life, world events, love, and politics) to the insane (cow tipping and boogers) with total acceptance?

One hundred percent honest and wonderful is what he is and I can be me and he can be him. Sure not everything is perfect, yet this so seems close. Again, regardless of the outcome, love can exist between us as that is how we are.

He brought up a good question the other day: "What happens if you miss your flight home?" Yikes, but that is cool and something I can live with. ~ 2/23/07 @ 5:51 a.m.

I have to repost this about him as this is what he is.

Someone Sweet

Sweet gentle prince of men
Grant a touch of thy finger to my tea
That thine essence pure may be transferred
Stir about it gingerly
Nay, thou shares nothing bittersweet or pseudo
As the taste plays happily and lingers on my buds and in my mind
Ne'er changing its nature
Proof in the pudding is proof in the pie
Cake or crust dost crumble
Yet thou hold solid and true
Undeniably, thou art pure to form
Thou art akin to the sweetness of cane and comb ~ Maggie 1/13/07 @ 8:35 p.m.

A Poem

Fair angel who hast not been touched by religion
O cherub winged and glorious
Thy beauty hosts from within and without
To concur forming one
One radiant beam of light that casts out
Darkness in the most inaccessible recesses
Making brilliant that which was dull
Exploring that which had yet to be explored
Accepting that which most would put asunder
Being god angel and man child in one
O mighty splendor let me cast an eye to thee
Caricature mine eye to that of a globe
My pupil dilates and is regulated by what is shown
Maximizing in the dark for greater range and
Minimizing in the light
Expand upon me what you will
However, grant me audience so to capture as did Raphael ~ Maggie 1/13/07 @ 10:45 p.m.

Nathan:

His voice is like willows is in the wind
His spirit is childlike and wonderfully imaginative
His kindness and thoughtfulness brings a tear of joy
His respect is something that I value as it is priceless
His sharing and caring ways are unlimited
His body is artfully crafted and there is room for imagination
His rage and frustration is humorous yet a turn on
His eyes see what others do not as
His mind is open and endless
He is sweeter than the sweetest candy
The beauty of this is that I can see him in the park with me! He is Apollo and he is a god in his own right!

Hail! The sun is shining! ~ Maggie 12/15/06

Missed

A smile dances across my face
Thinking thoughts of someone special
The feeling is warm and comfortable
Although not a bard per se
What writes are written
Strike chords and there is
Harmony!
Eager ears wait upon vocalization of events
Questions arise and questions will be answered
A vocal and auditory dance of emitting and receiving
Sharing and sparing nothing
Sweet innocence missed
Brought upon by departure
Only to return again
Yes! Return again
The allowance of true self
Escapes judgment thus far...
This beauty leaves many doors ajar
Rather than closed and impenetrable
The light is shining and someone is home ~ Arachne ~ penned on 2/22/07 @ 1:30 p.m.
Written to and for Nathan!

** Sweet, beautiful, and wonderful words were exchanged this eve and it makes my heart glow.

A Present For Me by Bob P. - A Sexual Response...

This was written by my friend Bob who I met while at work. After reading my "Fantasy Piercing" blog, he wrote this complimentary piece which is posted with his approval. Bob is a wonderful writer and it is hoped that he writes a novel in the not too distant future. Let me know what you think of his work as I would like to pass it onto him. Thank you.

NOTE: He also has a script in progress that is really kick ass. Maybe he will let me share it. I have to ask.  ~ Arachne

A present for Arachne:

The glow of the one candle lit caught her breath in the cool room, she knelt there on the hard wood floor, the weight of her body resting painfully on her knees as he had instructed and she promised.

She knelt there waiting, her mind racing, heart pounding, the sweet scented vapors emanated from her wet flesh as the winter air rushed in softly from the partially opened window.

I can hardly remember what his face looks like, risks, yes risk, this is exciting, I want this, she whispered to herself. I unlock the door… the night air circled her in the dark , raising the texture of her skin ,aching nipples and the warm stream between her thighs.

Will he know what to do, will he feel what I want…half hour pasted quickly as she knelt there aware of her need to be touched tasted, obedient.

A deep primordial ball rushed from her stomach exploding in her head as she heard the door open.

Vulnerable aching and hunger cried out as she could here his foot steps approaching the center of the room. The cool stillness intensified as they could hear each other breathing.

Re assured by the gentle brush of his warm face against hers without a kiss and over other exposed parts of her cool and aching body made her realize that she could relax and focus on being obedient.

Firmly but as an accomplice to this love making he slipped the belt around her throat, turned the buckle to the back of her soft neck, down around the separated ankles, noticing the juices beneath her, he watched the spiders dancing with her every breath.

He lifted himself as he now stood over her swollen open lips and leaned forward. Brushing his hot , hard cock beneath his jeans against her lips she responded by biting him anticipating the taste of this hard warm member parting her lips and down her throat temporarily cutting off the opening to the air.

Turning away he just watched her for a short while pulling down his zipper exposing his cock to her. He picked up the candle and walked behind her as he slipped a blind fold over her eyes to intensify the awareness and total beauty of it all.

He traveled the heat of the candle teasing her ass, back, nipples thighs, she painfully arched backwards as she wanted for him to stroke her trunk also with the warm heat, slowly without warning grab her hair tightly as he moved his cock between her lips and down her throat pulling out only to rub it around her face, eyes and…

She could only feel the now of the incredible beauty of it all, he moved as though he could read her mind he loved the pain from her teeth running down his cock nipping the end.

Moving her on her face and from behind he licked the juices from her, he moved his hands under her pinching her nipples as she responded with approval. His tongue traveled from her clitoris to her anus sweet and also swollen with need, she whimpered as she surrendered to his every need and hers.

They both new that the challenge to each other was inevitable, the risk, the putting each other out there was to be for each their own self. Strong each other on there own the surrender to the crossing of paths was meant to be in a moment and in the now.

The smell of each others juices excited him as he woke in the early morning, he slid down under her body to suck the juices that tasted so sweet, she struggled and they wrestled between each other until he overtook her and rammed his hard cock penetrating her for the gift of fighting for what you want and the way her eyes lit up. ~ Written by Bob P.  2/16/07

Turn Me On:

The wall plate is the only thing that mounts me and it is brass and reflective. I am lit so that I can be seen in the darkness of an unlit room. Some of my type are dimmers and adjustments can be made based on mood. However, my positions are only on/off. Off is where I sit now. Casting my glow in hope of recognition, my wires are receiving current from within and I am ALIVE. A flip of the switch will illuminate YOU!!! TURN ME ON ALREADY!!! ~ Maggie ~ 2/16/07 penned prior to 3:00 p.m.

Brian Deserves a Write Up...

*I met Brian today.

This awesome dude of about 6' 3" or more is a rig rider who knows how to avoid the scales. Brian is a real cool person who is not sitting around in the darkness. He is a toughie with scars and bullet holes, but no tatts. A writer and anti-authority figure, he makes for interesting and lively conversation. While his rig waited along side the road, he risked being ticketed for hanging out (almost an hour). I guess that is the rebel in him.

He has a nice background as he knows how to get out of a federal pickle thereby avoiding prison. When brutalized by cops, he fought back. Who the hell needs police brutality. In telling the story, he did state that he did want to kill that cop...those words slipped out unintentionally and he put his head down. The cop was out of work for 2 years due to the severity of his beating.

Wild things grow in his place in Toronto, but he can't have the lights necessary for the orange tree to fruit. The water he drinks is not bought as he goes and gets it himself at a spring. Cool huh? So what that he colors out of the lines. That is the best way to live!

What initially struck me about this guy is that he looked like my cousin Mikey, but taller. Although Canadian, his ancestors were confederates in Louisiana. Rebellion goes way back with this dude. Ancestors refused allegiance to Brittan and Canada. Acadia/Rebel - NO ALLEGIANCE! Yeah good!!!

Whoops, I forgot to mention, he is not allowed into the United States.

It is hoped that he pops into the store again with more tales. I think he will be back. ~ Maggie ~ 2/16/07 ~ penned prior to 3:00 p.m.

Thoughts on sex...

Yeah I have my sexual proclivities. I can say that I bend for the most part, but I won't break...no can do. Sex is not everything, BUT...once fed, I am like Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors screaming "FEED ME!" Hell yeah I will DEMAND, EXPECT and TAKE if need be. It is best that bridge suspension cables be handy to hold me back. Then again, I like that!!! Spank me already!

Buttons...

Aren't buttons made to be pushed? Hell yeah! Sit anyone down in a room with a big red button that has a sign "don't push" on it. In solitude, that person can be whom they are and as no one is watching, or so they think, they will push that button just to see what happens. A person is like a big red button full of what would happen if... Each push triggers a response that is either negative or positive. The only way to find out the result is to push their buttons and see what happens. When a negative response is had, the experimenter has to figure out how to develop a positive response. A person is not like a real button that can only be pushed in. Thus new twists can be developed to get the desired result. Call it conditioning if you would like.

Playing the game...

It is best to mirror your opponent until you and your opponent become a team. What I have learned is that if you show too many of your cards while still at the table, you could lose the hand. If the person across from you dons a poker face, do the same. Then again, if a hand is offered, offer out your own to show equality. It is okay to make the first move and to watch for reciprocation. That in itself is a button. Give what you get and get what you give...but don't expect it. It is best to keep all internal mechanisms well oiled and in neutral. At some point you will know to either throw the shift in drive or to reverse and nail it.

More about the buttons...

Stress tests determine how much **pressure needs to be applied before a snap occurs. First you have to figure out what type of pressure is needed and when to apply it. The rules are that there are no rules. A snap does not have to be a bad thing unless that is the result that you want.

** Pressure does not mean putting someone under the gun with ultimatums. That is boring (sing that word). Pressure is a creative gesture used to elicit a response. As people are not dogs, you cannot use food to create the type of salivation that I look to elicit. Also, once a dog is fed and full, you will not get the result you want. Therefore, using various and creative stimulus, you set up to produce the variable response which also has a solid end result. At least that is what you shoot for. The intent is not to OFFICIALLY condition the subject as the response will not be spontaneous, but more at expected. Thus maintaining creativity using various applications, a "snap" should be produced.

Multi-dimensional peculiar individuals like myself make for wonderful test subjects as "out of the box" is far more interesting to work with. Trying to work with "in the box" FEAR or DENIAL subjects is like asking the blind to see. Without sight, much is closed and thus limited.

Granted, I have my own quirks and "NO Nos" within myself, however, under the right circumstances, NO can be YES or at least MAYBE thereby leaving the possibility open.

I keep trying to recall the term used when two people come together and do something that neither would do alone. When done is groups there is diminished guilt due to diminished self-awareness. Two people make a conscious decision to act in unison with equal responsibility. Both as individuals may think a thought yet not act on it. It is like the idea needs confirmation and acceptance from another individual who helps to catapult the idea into reality. I want to catapult and be catapulted. Just think of the adventure of it all!

I noticed that I am outwardly in denial of certain aspects of my own being, but inside I realize what is going on. It would seem that (again under the right circumstances) what lies within can be pulled out or catapulted by a conductor/semiconductor into reality with a sociopathic attitude. I like that idea. ~ Arachne ~ 2/15/07 @ 6:29 PM

Thoughts for the day...

I am looking forward to my trip to Calgary on April 21 as it will be an eyeopener regardless of the outcome. Granted there are no expectations on either of our parts, however, "I" have hopes. The great thing about hope is that it is not absolute, but rather wonderfully abstract. There are no thoughts of "it is going to be this way" or "it is going to be that way." It is just going to be what it is without pretense.

It is not like I have to hide the fact that I am seeking a partner/mate and he knows that. The Widow is hungry and wants din din in the worst way yet this should not be confused with desperate as not just anyone will fit the bill. There has to be something there to cause an attraction. BTW, looks are NOT the main attraction. The mind has to be captured first. If looks are there and the prey is sexy, then that is a bonus. More important is the ability to share time, ideas, humor, wit, consciousness, care, honesty, et al.
NOTE: He is very sexy! Hubba hubba and yikes! ~ Arachne ~ 2/15/07 @ 6:25 PM

OUR DAY

Most people celebrated Valentine's Day yesterday. However, I and someone special celebrated "our day." It was us just being us. The great thing about "our day" which is unlike Valentine's day is that it can be celebrated 365 days a year and does NOT require an exchange of traditional gifts or any type of monetary outlay. Actually, it is a very simple concept that can make you feel good. It is the art of making someone feel special by thinking about them, calling them, or writing them. It is about letting someone know you care!

Hell, we exchanged "our's:" Will you be my our? Yeah! Will you be my our? Yeah! Okay, that may sound stupid to you guys, but so what.

Was anyone out here under pressure to BUY a gift for VD? Don't you notice that with all these commercialized/capitalistic/religious holidays you have to spend $$$ to fit in? Where is the fun of giving in that situation? Where is the spontaneity? Pish!!!

To give of self or to give a gift because you feel like it is better than some retarded holiday that builds expectations and letdowns. Mind you, a gift does NOT have to be store bought. Value is twisted in today's society. A gift can be a call, song, letter, poem, kiss, hug, or romp in the park on the spur of the moment just so you could be with that person. It could also be a picture, drawing, or painting that the individual created for you. Then again it could be something as wonderfully personal as a lock of hair.

"Our Day" is a day(s) filled with thoughts of an individual. Now that is something to celebrate. Oh, guess what? "Our Day" is not limited to the opposite sex and NO you don't have to be gay to care about a same sex individual so get over it. ~ Arachne ~ 2/15/07 @ 6:23 PM

Now ask me if I fucking care:

I am who I am and have no qualms about it. As far as I am concerned, if you don't like me, tough shit and fuck off.

Granted, I am not everyone's cup of tea, however, if everyone were drinking the same thing as that was all that was available, then we would be content in that fact. Life is complex as are the individuals who live it. As a result, people are different and the same all in one ball. Maybe what crazy thought you think in your head that goes against the norm or status quo is the same as what others think. The difference occurs and divisions are drawn when certain individuals ACT out their thoughts.

This can be viewed as odd or maladjusted behavior based on the observer. If the observer lacks the capacity of an open mind, then moral and/or societal norms are applied and turned against the person who is *acting out that which he/she thinks. * Murder, incest, molestation, and rape, are excluded unless ACTED out as a fantasy with a consenting individual. If you are stupid enough to be robbed, then you deserve it.

Is there a problem in being something that is not predefined and approved by the system? What about a person who lives on the fringe of society or one that rebels at society's structure by not conforming? A person who is free spirited, care free, and conscious...conscious of who and what they really are. ~ Arachne ~ 2/15/07 @ 6:20 PM

The Clinic:

Normally I am assertive in demeanor and go after what I want using whatever tools necessary. On February 12 the need to be aggressive came into play. When I arrived at the clinic there were exactly 20 people ahead of me. Not feeling too well, I asked the receptionist approximately how long she expected the wait to be. When she advised me that it would be 1 ½ to 2 hours (3:40 p.m.), I went home to chill in the comfort of my home as what was ailing me was making me anxious. After waiting the approximate time, I made my way back to the clinic and again asked "how long" and "how many people ahead of me" (5:50 p.m.). This time the count was 8 and I was told to come back in 1 ½ hours. Again, I went home to chill. Upon returning to the clinic at 7:20 p.m., I was told by the receptionist that my name had been called and because I wasn't there, I was now at the end of the list. This did not sit too well with my anxiety. I explained the anxiety situation and told her that I returned within the given time frame. Also, I explained that I could not stay in "waiting" under my current circumstances and that is why I chilled at home. In the same breath, I said that I wanted to be seen right here and right now for which she replied that it was impossible. She was patronizing me with a shitface grin and slimy attitude so I told her that I did not want to deal with her and to get a superior. I demanded to speak to someone above her. At first she said there was no one above her, but maybe she looked into my eyes...maybe. She got the nurse. When the nurse came out, I explained the situation by saying that I was dealing with anxiety and that is why I had to leave the clinic twice. I explained that I should not have to go to the end of the list as I was there now and should be seen next. This is where the language barrier was hit. She stated that she did not understand English too good, however, she understood malade a la tete, postal, and crazy. The nurse said: Room #1. I was outta there in 10 minutes.

Had the bitch pushed further I cannot say how I would have handled it. If she would have called the cops, I surely would have been busted as I had my weapons on me. C'est la vie! ~ Maggie 2/15/07 penned prior to 2:00 p.m.

Happiness Defined:

Happiness defined...
I usually state that happiness occurs upon death, however, I have rehashed the thought and perhaps it could be...
My definition: The feelings shared between two in all areas equally and universally...happiness includes woe, poverty, and strife.
Sharing my life would make me glad to a degree...If [a relationship] were incorporated into my life in general, which it should be, then I guess that a relationship could bring happiness.
Note: Nothing is set in stone.
If, should, guess, and could...are possibilities.
DEATH is where true happiness lies as we cease to be UNHAPPY.
Can happy be a constant?
Where does true and constant happiness lie? Does it lie in the head of a fool or madman?
A fool or jester can wear a smile indicative of happiness, yet he cries within.
This eve brings a gloomy atmosphere of scented candles and chamber music.
It unmasks what lurks beneath the skin.
My phantom.
I have placed myself in this contemplative state and I must bring myself out. It is not all that bad as it generates creativity.
Everything has a positive side.
Giggles...
The jester's painted mouth speaks laughing words.
They shoot horses don't they? ~ Maggie @ 2/6/2007 11:47:25 PM

LISTENING TO: Salvonic Dance No. 1 for orchestra in C major , B83/1 (Op 46/1) by Antonin Dvorak

Classic...Maestro?

Time finds my head reeling in my own thoughts and I endlessly sit in the "hum" of it all. Perhaps I have struck a chord after all. However, I am not quite sure yet. Where will this lead me? Call me spoiled if you will, but I want things the way I want them and at this point in my life, I am not going to settle because something is "comfortable." Comfort is not enough. Now discomfort is something that I can relate to. Discomfort and uneasy acquisitions are worth having. Last night gave me something to think about...something to seek out and explore.

I gave a good buddy on myspace a call because I KNOW that he is not a bullshitter and will call it as he sees it. Because of his advice, I will think of things on a different level as he had a great point. A point that had not occurred to me. Although the advice goes against my natural being, the point was so well taken that I will have to adjust my way of thinking and being in a drastic manner. The adjustment will require a whole new thought process which I will have to talk myself into as it is VALID. Why should I argue with logic? That would be outright foolish.

Previously my mind was set to "no try before you buy." However, there are flaws in that statement. What happens if I don't take an individual for a test drive? I could be committing to something...to someone who does not fill my sexual needs and that could lead to disaster. Luckily, I have not had a problem in this area before so I have never had to think otherwise.
Give me a dangerous man
A man who will go after what he wants
A man who takes what he wants
A man who does not take "NO" for an answer
A man who will put my funky ass in place
A man who can read my desires and fulfill them
A man who can tell me of his desires and expect fulfillment
A man whose words can cause my mind to stir and my nether regions to saturate
A man who can locate all my buttons
A man who can get past the tough exterior
A man who can hone in on my soft core

Maestro, your orchestra awaits your gesture. Move but a hand and hear the flute, yet another and the strings flow...perhaps the ivory. Great gesture brings about string, woodwind, brass, and percussion in perfect harmony.

The sinuous silhouette of the prima ballerina graces the stage awaiting her cue to flow with the grace of spring water down a mountain side.

Trickling en pointe, the sound of her toe shoes echo silently in her head as the plaster withstands her weight. Poised in pillowed toes seemingly without effort, the satin clad foot rises with the right angle of knee coming to a degree. A pirouette...arm outstretched..the beauty of pearl glazed swan...

Behind the curtain movement occurs, yet she dances unknowingly as she does not see his masked beauty. A figure whose tights show his masculinity is pirate clad in black velvet casement and shoed in leather slippers. The ruffle of his white shirt escapes at his cuffs and collar.

Out of the curtain, he makes a gesture of want, yet she sees him not. Only the maestro can conduct the grace of her step. A mellow cascade of violins allow her to see him. Gallantly, he leaps forward before her...his arms extended. Curiously, she goes before him and extends her leg to his open arm. He lifts and spins her then draws her tight. With one hand, he takes her arm and extends it over her head, while her body follows the arch bending like a willow in the wind. As smooth as fine chocolate, he leans into her and draws her up again. Ah, beautifully conducted!

 ~ Arachne 2/6/07 this was penned before 3:00 p.m.

Sharing Info...US GOVT BEHIND FUTURE WORLD COLLAPSE

 As this stuff is old, some of the links may be broken.  Also, I would go insane LINKING those that do work.  If you are curious, look it up your own damn self.

Sharing some stuff I have been looking into:

MDAR http://www.loc.gov/catdir/mdar.htm ) Centian Robots - Armed autonomous robot (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=armed+autonomous+mobile+robot) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=armed+autonomous+robot+weapons). Robot is Czech for forced labor. See Karel Capek (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=karel%20Capek). You can be replaced!

VX Nerve Agent (http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=vx+nerve+agent+liquid&rs=1&fr2=rs-top&ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=vx+nerve+agent+hydrolysate&rs=2&fr2=rs-top&ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr) - Sarin - GB Agents. Brittan gave to US. 1961 - 1968 produced 4400 tons of VX 1969 - Nixon banned VX - chemical storage. Iraq may have produced ???? NAH!!!!!

CO2 in atmosphere - http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=atmospheric+co2&rs=1&fr2=rs-top&ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr
Bible code - http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=atmospheric+co2&rs=1&fr2=rs-top&ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr

Codes by aliens - http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=alien%20code.

Strip mining and the environmental impact. Allowed by government and little is done in way of fixing damage to earth...look at Vir http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=strip%20mining%20in%20virginia and Ken. http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=strip%20mining%20in%20kentucky

Lincoln County Wars...Regulators...Corruption in politics. http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Lincoln%20county%20wars

Boulder City: Owe my soul to the company story??? http://www.november.org/razorwire/rzold/03/0302.html Worker pay is earned credits to be spent within the company. Sounds like serfdom. http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=serfdom%20in%20boulder%20city Check out serfdom in boulder. http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=unicor

Check out Jerry Miculek  the sharpshooter. - I could not find him on the internet. Good luck folks.

Vitamin Shoppe vitamins are contaminated by lead. (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Vitamin%20Shoppe%20vitamins%20are%20contaminated%20by%20lead) Yummy Bear vitamins have too much vitamin A. (http://fitsugar.com/tags/vitamin+A) AARP had problem with vitamins and had a recall. At least they supposedly fessed up. (http://www.consumerlab.com/results/multivit.asp) This link is funny: (http://money.cnn.com/magazines/moneymag/moneymag_archive/1988/10/01/84702/index.htm)

Pot and the machine gun tax stamp. (http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=Pot+and+the+machine+gun+tax+stamp&fr=yie7c) ***Can't get stamp without having product, however, having the product is a violation of law. Stomped on constitution? Yeah and the was sucker was revoked. Why was pot really made illegal? Well, ummm it was growing wild! See the propaganda behind why it was made illegal. (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Marijuana%20Tax%20Act%20of%201937) (http://www.onlinepot.org/ReeferMadness/mmjtaxactsession1.hm) Ah, look up Timothy Leary! (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Timothy%20Leary)

Cigarettes and addiction - additives that cause cancer and addiction (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Chemical%20additives%20to%20tobacco (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=surgeon%20general%20versus%20the%20tobacco%20industry)
Food - additives that cause cancer yet are approved by the FDA (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=food%20additives%20that%20cause%20cancer%20allowed%20by%20FDA) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=food%20additives%20that%20cause%20cancer) ( - Aspertame, Splenda, flouride? (http://www.rense.com/general73/plug.htm) (http://www.rense.com/general73/plug.htm (http://z13.invisionfree.com/THE_UNHIVED_MIND/index.php?showtopic=10160) (http://www.consumerhealth.org/articles/display.cfm?ID=19990817225011) (http://www.newswithviews.com/Devvy/kidd102.htm) (http://www.newmediaexplorer.org/sepp/2006/12/30/fluoride_accumulates_in_pineal_gland.htm)

What about genetic engineering of animals, crops, and humans? How will or how has this affected us? (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=genetic%20engineering)
Does the government really look out for the average Joe or CORPORATION?

Germ Warfare (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=germ%20warfare) -

Synthetic disease - engineering of pandemic. (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=genetically%20alterted%20pandemic%20disease) Infectious diseases - long term incubation before symptoms occur - altered strains of hemoragic ebola (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=altered%20strains%20hermoagic%20ebola) - avian flu (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=genetically%20altered%20avian%20flu)- good old plague that cannot be helped with antibiotic? (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=genetically%20altered%20plague) Who is packing?

Gas mask and filters - UNCLESAMS.COM sells Israeli and Canadian gas masks without a filter in case  anyone is interested. At least that is what is for sale in the NEW YORK store.

http://www.unclesams.com/Computers - so reliant on computers to run our society that entire systems are run using them...i.e., water, electric, your MONEY...However, what if a hacker were to infiltrate the system of let's say the DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE using a wireless system and routing though another IP? (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=infiltration%20of%20national%20security%20via%20wireless%20router) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=hacking%20via%20alternate%20IP%20address) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=hacking%20via%20wireless%20remote%20server%20rerouted%20IP) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=how%20to%20hack%20via%20rerouting)

(http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Making%20your%20IP%20invisible%20or%20untrackable)TV - opto micro bionics (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=opto+micro+bionics+japan) (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=opto+micro+bionics+germany) - retinal microchip. http://www.mdsupport.org/library/chip.html Nano technology can even occur with paint.

Cerebral implants? (http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=A0geuse4p8VFezMAgBJXNyoA?p=nano+technology+cerebral+implants&ei=UTF-8&fr=slv8-msgr&x=wrt)

How much of yesterday's fiction is today's fact? What can be imagined can be made real. If you can think it, it can be done.

The calcium bomb (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Calcium%20bomb) - marriage between brain and technology. Biotechnology (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=biotechnology%20and%20adverse%20effects) - brain/machine interface a/k/a BMI (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=bRAIN%20machine%20interface) ...see Andrew Junker and brain fingers - reads alpha and beta waves to perform action. (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=andrew%20junker)Use of psychic ability by the GOVERNMENT using millions of taxpayer $$$. Thought projection. It does work by the way, however, the government disbanded the effort. (http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/CIA-InitiatedRV.html)

These are just thrown in for good measure and a dose of WTF: (http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=governmental%20experimentation%20in%20thought%20projection (http://www.fas.org/irp/doddir/army/wht-ppr.htm) (http://www.fas.org/irp/doddir/army/wht-ppr.htm It is easy to point a finger at a man or government with the right propaganda. It is used by the major machine every day and yet not too many people put up a yip about it. Perhaps people have not looked deeply enough or long enough into the machine to see the defects. Do you see the writing on the wall yet? Huh? ~ Arachne 2/3/07 @ before 9:00 p.m.

Fantasy Piercing With Alternate Ending

Although she had wanted her hood pierced by her lover, her mention of it to him was only slight and in passing. However, he, being who he was, held that thought and sought to play with the idea.

It was a Wednesday evening and after some pleasurable lovemaking, he tells her to get dressed while he is picking out what she is to wear for the evening: a black velvet mini skirt, black velvet button down top, and black velvet stockings. His choice of shoes were her highest most uncomfortable shoes which would fit a bit more snugly on her foot because of the velvet stockings thus causing a bit more than the usual discomfort. As if picking out another item of clothing, he turns to her and tells her that she best hurry as she has an appointment with the piercer. Upon hearing the news, a twisted look plays upon her face as she had wanted him to do the deed. At once, she fills with excitement and fear upon thinking of the undertaking. In her mind she thought at least he would be there by her side to protect her and watch over her.

As they wait for a taxi, he tells her not to question anything that is to happen tonight and that she is to do whatever he tells her to do without question. She has always trusted him and has no reason to question his request even though his request seems almost foreign to her. Many questions are running though her head and the compulsion to ask is great, yet she holds her tongue out of great respect for his judgement. Apparently he knows something that she doesn't. Upon getting in the cab, he pulls out a black hood and places it over her head as he silently hands the directions to the cabdriver. Quietly, she sits and tries vainly to listen to her surroundings, however, the streets are relatively quieted by her exaggerated breathing, pounding heartbeat, and racing thoughts. She is lost in her own imagination as to what is going on and is not taking into account which way the cab is heading. After about 15 minutes, the cab pulls to a halt and he helps her out to the street. She hears the cab head out of range before he removes the hood.

The streets are quiet on this night as they walk through what would be considered an industrial neighborhood. The rain soaked streets add shine as the moon's fullness reflects its glow onto the lonely couple. Only the sound of her shoes can be heard in echos from the street and surrounding buildings as he walks the pavement like a cat in stealth while he holds her hand in silence.

As they approach the center of the block, he points to an unlit stairway whose bottom is hidden in the darkness below the ground. Still clinging to his hand she makes her way to the top step when he suddenly releases her hand and orders her to go in alone. A mild protest almost makes it out of her mouth when she suddenly remembers her agreement not to question him. However, he really can't expect her to reveal her private parts to a stranger without him present. He would not do that to her or would he?

Deciding to play it out, she moves carefully down the stairs hanging onto the small and seemingly fragile railing. Although the door was not seen from the street above, her eyes adjust to the darkness and she sees the black steel door in front of her which is void of bell or knob. She can make out that a lock is present although it is just a small silver slot where a skeleton key would be put. Not knowing what to do, she looks up the stairs and does not see him there looking down approvingly at her nor did she hear him walk away. At this point, she is unsure as to what to do. Should she try to gain entry into the parlor or should she go above ground and search him out? Once again, she remembers her agreement and knocks lightly on the door as it is almost immediately opened.

Standing before her in a dimly lit hall is a tall muscular man whose torso and upper limbs are covered in what seems to be an ink shirt. Her eyes have only seconds to drink up the initial view of his presence before he escorts her in to the inner sanctum. Allowing her to go first, he tells her to open the first door on her right and to wait there until she is called upon.

The room is a waiting room of sorts whose walls are adorned with pictures of custom tatt jobs as well as various forms of piercing. Normally she would have been curious to inspect the various forms present in detail, however, the discomfort of her shoes leads her to the sole chair in the room. Although she had been to various parlors for tatts and other piercings, this place was a bit different as she was the only one there and there was no piped in music or anything to distract her from her thoughts and at this point she had many. Although she had only seen the man for but a brief moment before she made her way in front of him in the hall, she saw that his face was stern and that he possessed various piercings himself: brow, lip, nose, ears, and nipples.

Making her way to the chair she was wondering where her lover had gone? Where was she? Who was going to pierce her and how would she feel about it? How was her lover going to know when she was finished? The questions were bouncing his her head while the dampness between her legs spread to complete wetness. As it was tradition for her not to wear panties, she had none on his night either, however, she felt more exposed here than anywhere else. She lowers her bottom to the chair and although the skirt keeps some of her bottom off the cold metal of the folding chair, she experiences a chill that quickly warms against her skin as the temperature rises to her face filling her cheeks with blush at her situation.

Her thoughts kept her from noticing that there is a closed door within the room as it is almost flush with the wall, but she could hear some activity come from within. That is the first thing to break the silence of her loud racing thoughts since she entered this domain. Now she thought upon the direct matter at hand as she would have to open herself up to a stranger exposing herself to him something that had been reserved only for her lover and she was not sure how this would actually play out as the idea was almost fantastic. Granted, a piercing only takes but a minute, however, the idea of displaying herself in such a private way to a stranger scared and excited her at the same time. She was not quite sure how she was going to handle the situation. On one hand she did not want to disappoint or fail to do as her lover requested then again she had so many reservations about keeping her body only for him and just him. He was acutely aware of her feelings of shyness so why would he place her in such a manner as to make her feel so awkward. Just as she was trying to come up with answers to her own questions, she heard a voice from behind the door telling her to "enter."

Slowly and teetering within her shoes, she walked over to the door and pushed it open as it too had no knob. The room was completely mirrored from ceiling to floor and within the center was a black leather chair typical of a piercing chair which faced the back wall, a stainless steel tray of instruments, and a small black leather stool with wheels which looked similar to those found in a doctor's examination room. For someone who did not want to be aware of herself, this room made it almost impossible for her not to see herself. Even looking down she could see up her own skirt which meant he could as well. Still in silence, he pointed to the main chair and coached her to sit. Upon sitting, she felt the coolness of the leather against her skin and the pounding of her heart in her head and throat. The silence was driving her mad, yet she did not have the courage to say a word. As if upon cue, the piercer said: "Your Sir has instructed me as to what he wants done. You are to do as I say and not question me." These words brought her heart into her mouth and she was almost choking on his advice. Nervously, she started to shake and at this point her thoughts were so great she could not think to form a full single thought accurately. ~ Arachne 1/19/07 @ 10:24 p.m.

Gearing up for his task, the piercer almost seems to ignore the fact that she is in the same room with him. He goes about organizing his tray, as she studiously watches him. She makes note that he has not even made eye contact with her since she first saw him. It is almost like he does not see her. Like she does not exist.

While these thoughts play in her mind, his doings play like a background program while her eyes watch him vacantly. Her realization that she is acknowledged comes very quick and much to her surprise as he walks along the side of the chair and touches something that makes the chair reel backward forcing her to stare at herself in the mirror above. She sees herself as what appears to be a display whose arms are stretched out over the arms of the chair looking like one with it except for the fact that her hands are gripping the chair to the point of bearing white knuckles. Her legs almost seem invisible as they dangle over the edge of the chair exposing her tightly closed upper thighs which are highly contrasted against the end of her black velvet stockings and the beginning of her black velvet skirt. Widely and wildly, her eyes stare at what seems like the target zone amply magnified via a compartmentalized section. Had her lover planned it out this way? Did he want her not to have anything else to see or think about? Did he want her specifically aware of a specific area of her body that now seemed to be growing larger by the minute?

Suddenly her thoughts were once again grounded to the event as she felt the piercer's gloved hands pull her down lower on the seat which in turn caused her skirt to rise making visible that which she hoped to conceal. The baldness of her mound was peaking out of the bottom of the skirt exposing her present piercings which now seemed larger than life and made her squirm uncomfortably in her chair. The thought of him knowing how wet she was would soon become very apparent as she could feel her juices leaking backward toward the crevice of her ass. ~ Arachne 1/20/07 @ 3:47 a.m.

Since her lover told her of her piercing appointment and gave his instructions, she had only heard the voice of the piercer twice and that was to tell her to "enter" and to obey the instructions that he would give her as they come from her "Sir." For the most part, she had been left in silence and her own thoughts for much of the night wondering about herself, her actions, reactions, and her feelings about the whole situation that she incited simply by stating what she wanted in passing.

Amazingly, she was still captured by her own thoughts and her reflection in the mirror above to notice that the piercer was now standing above her face and looking down at her. Although her heart felt like it was going to burst within her chest, she was quiet and looked up at him like a frightened animal weak and unknowing. His presence was now in her face and although his face appeared upside down, she was getting a real good look at him for the first time. To her, his expression seemed blank, yet something about his eyes gave a knowing glance that make her visibly shake. The eye contact continued for what seemed like an eternity and as much as she wanted to look away and break the stare, she could not. However, the stare was broken by a blindfold that he quickly applied and fastened tightly. Even though her hands released the chair for a brief moment as if to ward off the blinder, her will succumbed and she placed her hands back down on the arms of the chair and doubled her grip.

Now the power of sight was gone and all that was left were minute sounds and her excited and racing thoughts. At this point her heart was not only beating within her chest, throat, and temples, she could feel the throbbing between her legs as well. She was now soaked and could feel the wetness not only on her bottom, but on her legs as well. Her embarrassment was mounting becoming paramount along with her excitement.

As if not being able to see what she was exposing to him and what he was going to do to her was not enough, she felt a strap being placed around her forehead, however, it was not fastened on her. Rather it was fastened to the chair making her unable to lift her head. Once her head was made stationary, she felt a similar strap being applied to one of her writs and then to the other. Now, the only moveable parts of her were her supported hips and unsupported legs which still dangled over the edge of the chair.

Intense fear and equally intense sexual fantasy were working their magick within her mind playing out all kinds of scenarios as that is all she had left save for what she could hear over the thumping of her heart. Although she was still listening for his movements, the room suddenly became very quiet and sound was replaced with feeling: the feeling of his bare hands that were firmly gripping her legs.

Still tightly holding her thighs together, she could feel the muscles becoming sore from her efforts to keep them closed. Abandon was wanted, but she felt that she could not let go. Who was this man and what was he doing to her? Why did her lover leave her this way? Slowly, his hands slid along her inner thighs gently pushing her legs outward while making their way upward to push what little remained of the skirt out of the way. Now he would see the result of her excitement that she had been hiding between closed thighs and there was nothing she could really do about it. Even if she were to scream out, who would hear her in this area of town? It was not like she was in a populated area nor was she above ground. There was nothing she could do except let happen what was going to happen. She now felt the piercer's legs between hers, however, the velvet stockings kept her from knowing what he felt like. Slowly, his hands made their way upward feeling her body through her clothes until he reached her buttons.

By this time, she could not hold back what she had been suppressing. She could hear her breathing become quick and could feel her hips gyrating as if looking for him. By this time his hands were holding her bare breasts and tweaking her pierced nipples. Maybe it was her reaction to his advances that caused him to stop touching her, but it suddenly stopped as quickly as it had begun. She was still laying there legs spread on a wet seat breasts exposed and as horny as hell. If she could have reached to touch herself at this point, she would have brought herself to orgasm as she was on the verge anyway. One little touch is all she needed.

She heard what sounded like the tray being moved and could hear his activity around her. As to what would happen next, she knew not. However, it would not take long for her to find out. As if she were a rag doll, he simultaneously lifted her legs and placed them over her writs leaving her wide open to do as he wished. If she had to envision what she could not see, her mind's eye showed her that her pussy was swollen, wet, and open to him. Again he was between her legs only this time she could feel his bare skin against hers and the first pierce was about to begin. Before she had much time to think, his cock pierced her pussy and he was inside her, but not all the way. Regardless, she could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his cock as she had her first climax.

His fingers were now readying her hood for piercing and just as the needle went through the skin so did he sink deeper within her and stayed deep within until he had fastened the ring. Once fastened, he starting fucking her as hard as he could. Her orgasms were coming one after the other and her wetness was now causing her bottom to slide around in the chair. His grip on her shoulders were digging deep within her flesh and his sweat was dropping onto her already sweaty bare flesh. She could hear him breathing heavier and feel him pumping faster as the tension was mounting in both their bodies and explosion was happening. She could feel his cock jerk inside her to mark that he had cum, however, her contractions were still trying to milk him dry. In addition, her hips were still gyrating as she so enjoyed the moment of it all.

Beneath the blindfold her eyes were closed and she was lost in an array of sexually deviant thoughts that this night had produced. The biggest question that was at the forefront of her mind was the question of her lover. Where was he and why did he do this? Just as the question had been posed within the framework of her mind, she felt the release of the blind, but did not open her eyes. The piercer was still inside her and she did not want to face him for reasons of her own. Upon hearing the words "thank you for trusting me," she opened her eyes and saw her lover. ~ Arachne 1/20/07 @ 7:10 p.m.

NOTE: It is truly amazing what suggestion can do and how the mind operates in conjuring images from the most simplistic thought. ~ Arachne

Listening to: Bogart! ~ Rock N' Roll Cabaret

Fantasy Piercing ALTERNATE ENDING Part 1

Usually, I can't live without Chapstick moisturizing my lips, but on this day the thought of the glossy wetness of my lips reminded me of the wetness of self. It would seem that I have gone into heat in the worst of ways. Normally, I am very sexual in nature, however, I am paying special attention to a repeating cycle. It would seem that this time of year places me in sexually higher gear. Now that I have established this fact, I would like to know why this occurs.

Lips: A rose opening in time lapse photography glistening with the moistness of a morning's dew. A woman's painted mouth glistening with crimson color of the unnatural kind made predominant by Revlon or Maybelline. The biting of one's own lips in the heat of passion made wet with saliva. Where does the beauty lie?

Thoughts behind the writing:

Imagine if you will the silence of my work environment as I block out the sound of the TV with my mind and focus on my fantasy. My pen moves across the page as images spill forth in my mind causing me to moan quietly as I close my eyes to feel the moment. Can anyone tell what is going on in my mind by the blush on my face or the tone in my voice? Does my pulse show in my neck or temples to give away the speed of my heart? No one can see me squirm in my seat as I write nor hear me vocalize my passion. However, it is being done. The gentle "hum" that I produce adds to my excitement and I can feel the wetness build as I take my journey.

Although this fantasy started sometime last week, pieces are being added to the original scenario that I painted in my mind while enjoying a nice warm shower. Actually, this morning's shower brought something to my attention that I had never noticed before. There is a redness about my body that goes from my head to my feet. The afterglow of the experience is visible in my cheeks, neck, and chest caused by the heat of the moment. However, the water burns going the length of my legs also bears witness to the experience. Each is formed differently, yet the color is the same.
The fuel is burning and the fire of imagination is endless and wonderful.

Fantasy Piercing: ALTERNATE ENDING Part 1:

Beneath the blindfold her eyes were closed and she was lost in an array of sexually deviant thoughts that this night had produced. The biggest question that was at the forefront of her mind was the question of her lover. Where was he and why did he do this? Just as the question had been posed within the framework of her mind, she felt the release of the blind, but did not open her eyes. The piercer was still inside her and she did not want to face him for reasons of her own. Upon hearing the words of her lover coming from behind the chair and feeling his hands upon her face, she looked up and saw him grinning down at her while the piercer was still inside her. His grin was a knowing grin one that could read the guilt all over her face. One that knew she enjoyed what she had been experiencing thus far and even if her words were to deny the fact, her physical aspects would have given her away. Surrender was her only real option and at this point as she was so well into it there was no turning back. With the piercer still inside her, he thrust his cock deep within her a few more times in a mocking fashion before pulling out of her well played pussy.

Her lover glanced at him as if to say job well done while at the same time he seemed to look around the room as though seeking approval for his own efforts. As her head and arms were not yet mobile, she could only see his reflection as it played out in the ceiling above her. Although she wanted to speak, to say something about the events that just occurred, silence fell upon her and she decided to submit to his will: whatever his will might be.

This night was not over as there was much more in store for his little lovely

So many fantasies had been uttered in bed as she visualized wilder possibilities. She had been feeding him her ideas for as long as she could remember, but she never imagined...

A seam had not been seen in the mirrored environment. The seam that suddenly opened and left a spot of blackness in the reflective wall. She could suddenly hear voices coming from the opening and looked up as if to ask her lover why. With a smirk, he glanced down at her while he released her restraints. Although she was in the process of being released, she did not move a muscle to either put her legs nor skirt down. It was as though she was still bound by him. When he had completed his task, he put her legs down off her arms and placed the chair in an upright position.

His silence was killing her, yet she still could not bring herself to say a word. In all reality, what could she say: what could she do. He had taken over her very being and she was now like clay in h is hands to be mold into a from he saw fit.

He walked over to the piercing tray and took a thick leather collar and placed it around her neck fastening it securely. Then he reached over and grabbed the leash which he would use to lead her into the darkness within the wall. During the course of their relationship, she had disclosed many fantasies to her lover yet, at the same token, she had expressed her fear of acting them out. It was like he was taking the responsibility of the action(s) upon himself leaving her without the guilt of actively participating. Her body was there, but her will was gone as she belonged to him.

After attaching the leash to the collar, he gave her a nod as if to say "come with me." She lifted herself off of the sex soaked chair with her stockings now half way down her calves and her top wide open, she followed him through the opening in the wall toward the voices. Surrounding the piercing room was antechamber whose walls were painted black and adorned with candle filled sconces that gave the hall a very erotic and gothic feel. The smell of incense and sex played heavily within her nostrils causing her to almost foam at the mouth. Upon entering this domain, she noticed that from this hall the entire piercing room could be seen via the two way mirror that engulfed it. Her heart was racing ahead of her noisy heels as they hit the tiled floor, yet above the sound of her steps she could hear the voices booming in her ears. Upon going a few feet into this realm, another sub-chamber was come upon within this subterranean parlor. As if upon cue, the voices ceased as she entered the mouth of the room.

From what her eyes could drink in, there were four five foot tall candelabra each with their own corner of the room. A blank zone existed where instruments of pain and pleasure hung on the wall. The audience left that area void of presence as if to say "look at what we have," however, the details could not be distinguished due to the camouflaged blend of black on black. The only hint of their existence was the little metal hooks that held them up. Those in attendance stood quietly along the wall and watched as her lover lead her into the center of the room. Gently he gave her leash a tug and pointed downward. Obediently, she got onto her knees and awaited his next command. The hardness of the floor caused great discomfort in her knees, yet she held her ground without complaint. Her lover suggestively pointed to his belt for her to undo it which she gladly did with nervous anticipation. Cautiously, she opened his belt and undid his zipper while she focused her attention on the bulge that waited beneath his clothes. She so wanted to taste him and she could feel the hunger grow within herself. The thought of an audience would have previously frightened her was now adding fuel to her burning desires. Stepping out of his pants, he pulled her head over to his hard cock. Although she longed take the length of his shaft with one mighty swoop, she awaited his advice as she adjusted her stance on the floor to make herself as effective as possible. She had to remember she had an audience now. One that not only saw her, but one that she could see. Several times she sought to bring her hands up to his body for both support and touch, but each time he made her place her arms back down at her sides. This awkward stance caused her great discomfort as she so tried to please him. As her body seemed in an almost unnatural state, all the work her mouth was doing on his cock was made possible by the agility of her body and head rocking. Skillfully, she was able to take the full length of his shaft as he so liked to be within her throat knowing that his cock cuts off her air supply for moments at a time. Her hard work was pleasing him which in turn pleased her.

The wetness that had soaked the piercing chair now ran down her legs and her excitement was growing. She longed to taste his cum in her mouth as she wanted the reward of her services as well his strong hands on her body.

Movement was starting to occur within the room as the faceless individuals started coming closer. While still giving him head she felt something stiff and leather rubbing her inner thigh and gently pushing her to open her legs. Whatever shame she had was left in the mirrored room. A room that allowed her to focus on her most private area: an area that she had only given to her lover. An area that was open for all to see as her lover gave her to the piercer and was now going to give her to others.

While still sucking on his cock, the leather object glided up and down her thighs occasionally stopping and touching upon her wet spot. Two individuals were coming toward her, and as they did, they dropped their robes. The two women stood along side of her lover and looked down upon her as she worked her mouth over his hot thick cock. She witnessed their hands going through the hair on his chest while they ground their naked flesh onto his. The idea of these women touching he lover was driving her wild and not in a bad way either. The view from her level sought even greater fantasies, but the evening was not over. Who could say what would happen. Her reward was about to be delivered to her she could feel his cock stiffen and swell even more than before just prior to his explosive orgasm in the back of her throat. Hungrily, she swallowed it and sought to be filled again. Like the Cheshire Cat, she sat back and grinned at him. ~ Arachne 2/3/07 @ before 9:00 p.m.

If this sucks, please let me know as I am talking out of my ass here. The ideas that bounced and played around in my head like a film were much better than I could write.

Hum...

It is interesting how people twist things so that they feel better about what they have done. Yet in the long run, they may realize what they have done and how they have wronged someone. In the end, everything comes out. Sure you can twist and hide things from others, but you can't hide them from yourself. Eventually, if you are honest with yourself, the face staring back in your mirror will say "what have I done?" The realization and words may come, but no one will hear it. ~ Arachne 2/2/07 @ 4:27 p.m.

Ah hem. Let me note this for the record: I am a scumbag, lowlife, con artist, and thief, but at least I know it and I can look at myself in the mirror. I don't worry about my reflection screaming back at me.

A note to my daughter:

I do love you, however, I will not tolerate what is going on. Specifics need not be gone into, as you know the REAL deal. It has come to what it has come to, yet, still being true to form, I will not rub your nose in anything as it is not my style and you know that. Let sleeping dogs lie and the fleas will get to them. Silence is louder than words. Do you hear me? ~ Mom 2/1/07 @ 7:58 p.m.

*This was not mailed to my daughter. She is reading my blog, but she is blocked from contacting me.