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The Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith
Aug. 14th, 2022 07:03 pmThe Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith
Word count: 1359
continues from here https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1715775.html
His Mom had made him promise on her death bed that he’d stay in contact with his cousins after she was gone. It’d been a few years but better late than never, he thought, as he looked down at his parents’ side by side graves. He’d been out of country for most of those years and he’d brought flowers in apology to them. With a sigh, he looked to the other graves in the family plot. His mother’s brother and his wife were there and with that reminder that he had cousins. He should touch base with them at sometime while, he snorted, they were still alive. “Hope, they’re still at the same place.” Not that it would be too difficult to find them. “Finding lost people. It’s what I get paid for.”
It’d taken him a month to locate one of his relatives and one break in on a dark night. If it could be called that. Luckily he still had a key, given out many years ago, just in case. Next move had been contacting the local constabulary and hadn’t they laughed when he’d called them that. Something about a BBC series. One of the officers had suggested a place called the Fairy’s Tail. If he hadn’t had experience of an unusual nature, he would have wondered at the officer but there was that slight waivering of form that hinted at one of the Fae.
“Lord, I hope this isn’t a mistake,” he spoke under his breath looking at the entrance of the bar. At least it was before what would be normal hours.
“Problem?”
“Am trying to track down relatives, my cousins.”
“You sure your cousins would be here?” The guy’s eyebrows rose and if he didn’t know better he’d think the green and ocher scales on the guy’s face were tattoos or some kind of clever body paint. The tail that flickered into sight was different.
“Richard, and the twins James and Nicolas. I’ve been out of country a while and am staying in their place for a bit. Trying to catch up with them. Electric is still on, so the bills must be getting paid.” He smiled, “Name’s Griff.” and held out his hand.
The scaly fae grinned and put out his hand. “We appear to have something in common. I’m a Griff, too.”
It was too easy, Griffith grinned. “I can tell.” He paused. “Any idea where I can find my kin? Put flowers on my parents’ graves yesterday and saw my Aunt and Uncle’s. Put me in mind I should look up my cousins’ while I was in town.”
There was a frown, “you aren’t planning on staying?”
That frown was cute. “Maybe for a while.” Griffith grinned because the guy was impressively large and he could tell the Fae was trying to think how to lure him into a more compromising position. “Will have to see what comes up.”
“Got a sexual companion?”
Griffith felt his eyebrows try to twitch up and cautiously chose his words. “Depends on whose asking? And what comes with it.”
A grin answered his careful answer. “You should probably meet the local higher-ups first.” The Fae actual kissed the palm of his hand before landing it on Griffith’s left ass cheek, to give more of a pressing herding into and through the business’ entrance. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”
This was new territory to what Griffith was used to. For a moment his mind paused to evaluate and then the hand that was still cupping his ass gave a squeeze and he moaned like a wanton. Not that there was anything wrong with wanton-ness but he usually had more presence of mind dealing with sexual advances.
“So if my finger happened to find and enter your asshole, you wouldn’t panic…..”
Griffith pulled himself together, sort of, and formed the words, “Depends.” That hand stayed firmly anchored to him.
“Had a cock up inside here before?”
“That’s a very um… intrusive question.”
“You like to play with words.”
“True, when necessary.”
A grin spread over Griff’s face. “Not the only things about you I’d like to play with.”
A chuckle came from the side of the room. “Griff, let’s try this.”
“What sexual experiences have you had, young-ling, discounting Griff’s hand cupping your ass?”
“That’s a very personal set of answers you …”
“And yet you will answer. IF you want answers to your questions.”
“Fine,” was Griffith’s answer, perhaps more aggressively then he intended. “Ask, and I’ll give one word answers, but I want answers about my cousins.”
“He’s yours, Griff, judging by your hand’s location. You ask the questions.”
“Have you taken a cock up your ass?”
Griffith’s answer was growled, “Once.”
“Have you taken a cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” was bitten out.
“Have you had any object inserted up into your cock?”
Griffith could feel the anxiety dewing his forehead and lowly answered, “no.”
“Have you used toys for any of these actions with any individual or individuals, including animals ?”
“No.”
“Have you experienced any of these actions by yourself with your fingers?”
“Yes,” was answered aggressively.
“Did your sexual partner bring you to completion?”
“Yes,” was almost whispered.
“Have you had more than one sexual partner at the same event?”
The answer was almost whispered, “yes”.
“Did you emotionally connect to your sexual partner or partners?”
There was a long pause. “I don’t think so.”
“Did you want to experience an emotional connection to any of your sexual partners?”
“Yes,” was sighed out with a hint of sorrow.
“Would you like to form an emotional connection with a lover?”
“yes.”
“Would you like to have a lover who connected with you on an emotional and physical level?
“Yes.”
“Would you find a lover, who was fae, objectionable?”
“Not if the fae was … loved me. Was true to me.”
“Would you be willing to be shared in a sexual session?”
“Depends with who.”
Griff looked at his older brother and received a nod. “Would you considered me as a lover?”
Griffith raised his head to examine Griff. “I don’t know. We don’t know each other enough to make a decision on that.” His voice was raising, “We haven’t even kissed. And you’ve got your true self masked though I can see it waivering a bit like heat waves.” He sighed, “I’m a mage, sort of, though how much or what kind I don’t know.”
The other Fae in the room advanced so Griffith could see him. “We can help you with that. I believe that Griff would like to court you.” There was a chuckle from the Fae. “In the mean time, after a week of your sampling of each other, with option to commit for long term, we’ll contact your relatives who are also in process of committing to their other.”
Griff squeezed Griffith’s ass-cheek and a couple fingers slid more invasively into the cleft between ass-cheeks. “Think we’ll start with milking you so you can sleep while I’m working. I’ve a suite of rooms above.”
In a kind of daze, all Griffith could think to say was, “Oh, ok.” Things were happening so quickly. He had one last thought, that set of fingers prepping him, were distracting. “Wait. I can’t get pregnant doing anything with you, can I? I mean, male-male?”
“Shhhh. We’ll find that out, if and when it happens.”
“What?!” was followed by a deep wanting moan.
Griff made it down in time for his shift, a happy smile on his face.
“Things working out, alright?, his brother asked. “He safe to be left alone?”
“Sleeping. With a satisfying vibration taking place behind his balls. Figured I’d pop up every couple hours to kiss and drink him down.”
“He won’t escape?”
“Blind fold. Sound projection so he can hear me and I hear him. His hands are in mittens, unable to touch his face or reach below to stimulate or interfere with the simulator.”
His older brother smiled. “Would you like me to check on his progress and maybe give him some relief?”
Griff grinned, considering, “I’ll ask him when I take my first break.”
Word count: 1359
continues from here https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1715775.html
His Mom had made him promise on her death bed that he’d stay in contact with his cousins after she was gone. It’d been a few years but better late than never, he thought, as he looked down at his parents’ side by side graves. He’d been out of country for most of those years and he’d brought flowers in apology to them. With a sigh, he looked to the other graves in the family plot. His mother’s brother and his wife were there and with that reminder that he had cousins. He should touch base with them at sometime while, he snorted, they were still alive. “Hope, they’re still at the same place.” Not that it would be too difficult to find them. “Finding lost people. It’s what I get paid for.”
It’d taken him a month to locate one of his relatives and one break in on a dark night. If it could be called that. Luckily he still had a key, given out many years ago, just in case. Next move had been contacting the local constabulary and hadn’t they laughed when he’d called them that. Something about a BBC series. One of the officers had suggested a place called the Fairy’s Tail. If he hadn’t had experience of an unusual nature, he would have wondered at the officer but there was that slight waivering of form that hinted at one of the Fae.
“Lord, I hope this isn’t a mistake,” he spoke under his breath looking at the entrance of the bar. At least it was before what would be normal hours.
“Problem?”
“Am trying to track down relatives, my cousins.”
“You sure your cousins would be here?” The guy’s eyebrows rose and if he didn’t know better he’d think the green and ocher scales on the guy’s face were tattoos or some kind of clever body paint. The tail that flickered into sight was different.
“Richard, and the twins James and Nicolas. I’ve been out of country a while and am staying in their place for a bit. Trying to catch up with them. Electric is still on, so the bills must be getting paid.” He smiled, “Name’s Griff.” and held out his hand.
The scaly fae grinned and put out his hand. “We appear to have something in common. I’m a Griff, too.”
It was too easy, Griffith grinned. “I can tell.” He paused. “Any idea where I can find my kin? Put flowers on my parents’ graves yesterday and saw my Aunt and Uncle’s. Put me in mind I should look up my cousins’ while I was in town.”
There was a frown, “you aren’t planning on staying?”
That frown was cute. “Maybe for a while.” Griffith grinned because the guy was impressively large and he could tell the Fae was trying to think how to lure him into a more compromising position. “Will have to see what comes up.”
“Got a sexual companion?”
Griffith felt his eyebrows try to twitch up and cautiously chose his words. “Depends on whose asking? And what comes with it.”
A grin answered his careful answer. “You should probably meet the local higher-ups first.” The Fae actual kissed the palm of his hand before landing it on Griffith’s left ass cheek, to give more of a pressing herding into and through the business’ entrance. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”
This was new territory to what Griffith was used to. For a moment his mind paused to evaluate and then the hand that was still cupping his ass gave a squeeze and he moaned like a wanton. Not that there was anything wrong with wanton-ness but he usually had more presence of mind dealing with sexual advances.
“So if my finger happened to find and enter your asshole, you wouldn’t panic…..”
Griffith pulled himself together, sort of, and formed the words, “Depends.” That hand stayed firmly anchored to him.
“Had a cock up inside here before?”
“That’s a very um… intrusive question.”
“You like to play with words.”
“True, when necessary.”
A grin spread over Griff’s face. “Not the only things about you I’d like to play with.”
A chuckle came from the side of the room. “Griff, let’s try this.”
“What sexual experiences have you had, young-ling, discounting Griff’s hand cupping your ass?”
“That’s a very personal set of answers you …”
“And yet you will answer. IF you want answers to your questions.”
“Fine,” was Griffith’s answer, perhaps more aggressively then he intended. “Ask, and I’ll give one word answers, but I want answers about my cousins.”
“He’s yours, Griff, judging by your hand’s location. You ask the questions.”
“Have you taken a cock up your ass?”
Griffith’s answer was growled, “Once.”
“Have you taken a cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” was bitten out.
“Have you had any object inserted up into your cock?”
Griffith could feel the anxiety dewing his forehead and lowly answered, “no.”
“Have you used toys for any of these actions with any individual or individuals, including animals ?”
“No.”
“Have you experienced any of these actions by yourself with your fingers?”
“Yes,” was answered aggressively.
“Did your sexual partner bring you to completion?”
“Yes,” was almost whispered.
“Have you had more than one sexual partner at the same event?”
The answer was almost whispered, “yes”.
“Did you emotionally connect to your sexual partner or partners?”
There was a long pause. “I don’t think so.”
“Did you want to experience an emotional connection to any of your sexual partners?”
“Yes,” was sighed out with a hint of sorrow.
“Would you like to form an emotional connection with a lover?”
“yes.”
“Would you like to have a lover who connected with you on an emotional and physical level?
“Yes.”
“Would you find a lover, who was fae, objectionable?”
“Not if the fae was … loved me. Was true to me.”
“Would you be willing to be shared in a sexual session?”
“Depends with who.”
Griff looked at his older brother and received a nod. “Would you considered me as a lover?”
Griffith raised his head to examine Griff. “I don’t know. We don’t know each other enough to make a decision on that.” His voice was raising, “We haven’t even kissed. And you’ve got your true self masked though I can see it waivering a bit like heat waves.” He sighed, “I’m a mage, sort of, though how much or what kind I don’t know.”
The other Fae in the room advanced so Griffith could see him. “We can help you with that. I believe that Griff would like to court you.” There was a chuckle from the Fae. “In the mean time, after a week of your sampling of each other, with option to commit for long term, we’ll contact your relatives who are also in process of committing to their other.”
Griff squeezed Griffith’s ass-cheek and a couple fingers slid more invasively into the cleft between ass-cheeks. “Think we’ll start with milking you so you can sleep while I’m working. I’ve a suite of rooms above.”
In a kind of daze, all Griffith could think to say was, “Oh, ok.” Things were happening so quickly. He had one last thought, that set of fingers prepping him, were distracting. “Wait. I can’t get pregnant doing anything with you, can I? I mean, male-male?”
“Shhhh. We’ll find that out, if and when it happens.”
“What?!” was followed by a deep wanting moan.
Griff made it down in time for his shift, a happy smile on his face.
“Things working out, alright?, his brother asked. “He safe to be left alone?”
“Sleeping. With a satisfying vibration taking place behind his balls. Figured I’d pop up every couple hours to kiss and drink him down.”
“He won’t escape?”
“Blind fold. Sound projection so he can hear me and I hear him. His hands are in mittens, unable to touch his face or reach below to stimulate or interfere with the simulator.”
His older brother smiled. “Would you like me to check on his progress and maybe give him some relief?”
Griff grinned, considering, “I’ll ask him when I take my first break.”
Gardening - Garlic
Mar. 25th, 2022 07:48 pmGarlic is SO easy. And the optimum time to plant is Fall. You need to know your locale's average temperatures from September thru November because they need 30 to 45 days of above 40° F (air temps, not ground), in order to start their roots growing (below ground, planted at about 4" deep), before any lower, Wintertime colds begin.
Then, once the roots are started, they continue growing underground through the Winter, and (again, depending on your location), the bulbs begin forming, and when the bottom 3 or 4 leaves start drying and turning brown, they're nearing time to dig up.
In the median climate of Zone 6 let's say (ABQ is zone 7), the cloves are fully formed by late May, into June.
Mine were a 'test run' last Fall. I'm planning on planting more next Fall. This is EASY! (And I may plant a few just for the trimmings of the tops, "garlic chives", and see what happens.
Harvesting Garlic 🌿👩🌾// Garden Answer
Yes, hang them high and dry, as the saying goes. They recommend to not water for the last week prior to harvest, so that the bulbs are easier to dust off. NO washing allowed.
https://www.gardenbetty.com/the-trick-of-knowing-when-to.../
So what’s the trick of knowing when to harvest garlic?
Look at how many leaves are left on the plant.
Each leaf above ground indicates a layer of protective paper wrapped around the bulb. A garlic plant with 10 green leaves, for example, will have 10 layers of bulb wrappers.
While there’s no standard number of leaves that garlic should have, a reliable harvest indicator is when half the leaves have died off, and half are still green. The leaves start to die off from the bottom up.
Just don’t wait until all the leaves have died back before you start to harvest. Without the bulb wrappers protecting the garlic head, the cloves may separate and the garlic won’t store well.
Here’s another trick for timing the harvest of your garlic: If you grow hardneck garlic, your crop will form garlic scapes about four to six weeks before the bulb is mature. Once you harvest the scapes, wait a month or so, then start checking the size of the bulbs.
When should you stop watering your garlic?
Continue to water your garlic as usual in spring, even as the leaves start to die off.
When at least 50 to 75 percent of your crop has reached the telltale stage of maturity—half the leaves are brown and half are green—stop watering your garlic for one week.
This allows the soil to dry out a bit to prevent rot, and makes harvesting easier if the soil is loose and crumbly instead of wet and compressed.
Then, once the roots are started, they continue growing underground through the Winter, and (again, depending on your location), the bulbs begin forming, and when the bottom 3 or 4 leaves start drying and turning brown, they're nearing time to dig up.
In the median climate of Zone 6 let's say (ABQ is zone 7), the cloves are fully formed by late May, into June.
Mine were a 'test run' last Fall. I'm planning on planting more next Fall. This is EASY! (And I may plant a few just for the trimmings of the tops, "garlic chives", and see what happens.
Harvesting Garlic 🌿👩🌾// Garden Answer
Yes, hang them high and dry, as the saying goes. They recommend to not water for the last week prior to harvest, so that the bulbs are easier to dust off. NO washing allowed.
https://www.gardenbetty.com/the-trick-of-knowing-when-to.../
So what’s the trick of knowing when to harvest garlic?
Look at how many leaves are left on the plant.
Each leaf above ground indicates a layer of protective paper wrapped around the bulb. A garlic plant with 10 green leaves, for example, will have 10 layers of bulb wrappers.
While there’s no standard number of leaves that garlic should have, a reliable harvest indicator is when half the leaves have died off, and half are still green. The leaves start to die off from the bottom up.
Just don’t wait until all the leaves have died back before you start to harvest. Without the bulb wrappers protecting the garlic head, the cloves may separate and the garlic won’t store well.
Here’s another trick for timing the harvest of your garlic: If you grow hardneck garlic, your crop will form garlic scapes about four to six weeks before the bulb is mature. Once you harvest the scapes, wait a month or so, then start checking the size of the bulbs.
When should you stop watering your garlic?
Continue to water your garlic as usual in spring, even as the leaves start to die off.
When at least 50 to 75 percent of your crop has reached the telltale stage of maturity—half the leaves are brown and half are green—stop watering your garlic for one week.
This allows the soil to dry out a bit to prevent rot, and makes harvesting easier if the soil is loose and crumbly instead of wet and compressed.
English Toffee with Chocolate and Pecans
Feb. 4th, 2022 12:03 amYou can eliminate the chocolate. (But it's fine with dark choco.)
If you just want the toffee and nuts.
Used a combo of pecans, peanuts and almonds and put some nuts down first, then poured the VERY hot Toffee mix over, then added more nuts on top.
If you don't have a digital, instant read thermometer, a good ol' fashioned Candy thermometer works. And if you don't even have that, keep the heat up to medium high and stir, Stir STIR, for at least 25 minutes as the mixture bubbles up and starts to turn amber, then a bit more darker... That's hot and long enough to become TOFFEE.
IF you wish to add a New Mexico twist to this, feel FREE to add a Tablespoon of your favorite Red Chile Powder (more or less...) at the very beginning of melting the butter. (It smells SO GOOD in there as it's heating up!!)
English Toffee with Chocolate and Pecans
INGREDIENTS-
1 cup Butter (only real butter can be used in this recipe)
1 cup Sugar
1⁄4 cup Water
1⁄2 teaspoon Salt
3 semi-sweet chocolate baking squares or 1/2 cup Chocolate Chips
1 cup coarsely broken Pecans (other nuts are welcome)
DIRECTIONS-
In heavy saucepan, combine butter, sugar, water, and salt.
Cook to hard-crack stage (300°F) stirring with a WOODEN SPOON constantly and watching carefully. Do not try a plastic spoon, it will melt into your delicious candy!
Immediately pour into ungreased 13"x9" pan.
Cool until hard.
Melt chocolate over hot, but not boiling water.
Spread over toffee; sprinkle with nuts, pressing them into chocolate.
Let stand 2-3 hours or chill 30 minutes.
Break into bite-size pieces.
If you just want the toffee and nuts.
Used a combo of pecans, peanuts and almonds and put some nuts down first, then poured the VERY hot Toffee mix over, then added more nuts on top.
If you don't have a digital, instant read thermometer, a good ol' fashioned Candy thermometer works. And if you don't even have that, keep the heat up to medium high and stir, Stir STIR, for at least 25 minutes as the mixture bubbles up and starts to turn amber, then a bit more darker... That's hot and long enough to become TOFFEE.
IF you wish to add a New Mexico twist to this, feel FREE to add a Tablespoon of your favorite Red Chile Powder (more or less...) at the very beginning of melting the butter. (It smells SO GOOD in there as it's heating up!!)
English Toffee with Chocolate and Pecans
INGREDIENTS-
1 cup Butter (only real butter can be used in this recipe)
1 cup Sugar
1⁄4 cup Water
1⁄2 teaspoon Salt
3 semi-sweet chocolate baking squares or 1/2 cup Chocolate Chips
1 cup coarsely broken Pecans (other nuts are welcome)
DIRECTIONS-
In heavy saucepan, combine butter, sugar, water, and salt.
Cook to hard-crack stage (300°F) stirring with a WOODEN SPOON constantly and watching carefully. Do not try a plastic spoon, it will melt into your delicious candy!
Immediately pour into ungreased 13"x9" pan.
Cool until hard.
Melt chocolate over hot, but not boiling water.
Spread over toffee; sprinkle with nuts, pressing them into chocolate.
Let stand 2-3 hours or chill 30 minutes.
Break into bite-size pieces.
Will You Surrender For Me
Jan. 5th, 2022 07:49 pm
Title: Will You Surrender For Me
Author: charisstoma
Word count:184
The flat grey sky hovered over the roiling white cresting of the waves with occasional glimpses of the grey troughs. The sea was being temperamental in contrast to the prosaically calm rain wet street. A concrete curb edging was holding back the living green grasses clinging upon what little ground there was between ocean, shoreline rocks and agitated waves.
A beauty of contrasts, but he knew it was just because he’d said no, to a sea god’s wooing. Still it was tempting to give into the transient attentions. To lay naked, legs spread, to the pummeling of the waves. Would the waves lap over him or would they pin him to the rocks as they had their way with him.
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken out his thoughts aloud.
“Come lie with me upon the shore. There is a flat rock there that would be perfect. Come and I will flood you with pleasure. I will fill you with the force of my spray until you scream out your acceptance of what you are meant to be.”
“And what is that?”
“Mine.”
He shivered.
Prompt - The Monster under the Bed
Dec. 25th, 2021 02:10 pmHow much does a Pediatric Therapy session cost?
Good luck convincing your child to get their shoes out from where they were kicked under the bed.
Me: Goodnight kids.
Kids: Goodnight Dad.
Me: Goodnight Monster that eats children who are bad
Wife: (through radio under the bed) GOODNIGHT
Good luck convincing your child to get their shoes out from where they were kicked under the bed.
Me: Goodnight kids.
Kids: Goodnight Dad.
Me: Goodnight Monster that eats children who are bad
Wife: (through radio under the bed) GOODNIGHT
Saltine Toffee Cookies
Dec. 25th, 2021 01:12 pmSaltine Toffee Cookies
This is an easy to make but wonderfully delicious treat. We pack them in tins and give as gifts during the holidays. Use your favorite nuts to top the cookies.
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/11376/saltine-toffee-cookies/?fbclid=IwAR0MZUTOoEP4Am8ITsx5_cn6K6ZJFtekcVcCRkUShgYVZfxrwZm6POCqomc
35 servings
4 ounces saltine crackers
1 cup butter
1 cup dark brown sugar
2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
¾ cup chopped pecans
Step 1
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (205 degrees C).
Step 2
Line cookie sheet with saltine crackers in single layer.
Step 3
In a saucepan combine the sugar and the butter. Bring to a boil and boil for 3 minutes. Immediately pour over saltines and spread to cover crackers completely.
Step 4
Bake at 400 degrees F (205 degrees C) for 5 to 6 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle chocolate chips over the top. Let sit for 5 minutes. Spread melted chocolate and top with chopped nuts. Cool completely and break into pieces.
150 calories; protein 1.3g; carbohydrates 15g; fat 10.2g; cholesterol 13.9mg; sodium 73.4mg.
This is an easy to make but wonderfully delicious treat. We pack them in tins and give as gifts during the holidays. Use your favorite nuts to top the cookies.
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/11376/saltine-toffee-cookies/?fbclid=IwAR0MZUTOoEP4Am8ITsx5_cn6K6ZJFtekcVcCRkUShgYVZfxrwZm6POCqomc
35 servings
4 ounces saltine crackers
1 cup butter
1 cup dark brown sugar
2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
¾ cup chopped pecans
Step 1
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (205 degrees C).
Step 2
Line cookie sheet with saltine crackers in single layer.
Step 3
In a saucepan combine the sugar and the butter. Bring to a boil and boil for 3 minutes. Immediately pour over saltines and spread to cover crackers completely.
Step 4
Bake at 400 degrees F (205 degrees C) for 5 to 6 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle chocolate chips over the top. Let sit for 5 minutes. Spread melted chocolate and top with chopped nuts. Cool completely and break into pieces.
150 calories; protein 1.3g; carbohydrates 15g; fat 10.2g; cholesterol 13.9mg; sodium 73.4mg.
Dark Coffee, A Likely Excuse
Dec. 23rd, 2021 07:57 pmTitle: Dark Coffee, A Likely Excuse
Author: charistoma
Word count: 678
‘My coffee was so dark, a demon mistook it for a portal to hell.
Long story short: I need a new mug, a mop, and maybe an exorcism.’
Daryl looked up from his monitor screen. “Did you have to?!”
“What?” was the innocent question as the newspaper was lowered just enough so midnight dark eyes sparkled with what could only be devious mirth.
“How we met. It’s posted on Facebook.”
“Now why would you think that I put anything up on Facebook? It’s the playground of the Devil, not for lowly demons like me.”
“Lowly demon, Ha!”
The newspaper crackled as it was shaken back into its prior concealing position. “Not me.”
“Exactly. Glad you’re fessing up.” A grin briefly appeared over the newspaper in response.
“I looked into your internet account while you were out. Just for your information, your computer history tells a different story, darklord4u.” Daryl paused, “and just as a warning, there had better not be any exercising of ‘4u’ happening except me.”
“Or?”
“D’mon!”
The newspaper was neatly folded and set on the side table. “There is and has not been anyone else for me since that coffee mug event. You are more than enough for me. You looked so cutely edible throwing off your clothes and running into the kitchen to soak them in the sink.”
“Didn’t want the coffee stains to set in. The shirt was cream and the trousers khaki. And who could expect that you would use you tongue to clean me up.”
“Yum, coffee flavored Daryl is my favorite.”
“None of the coffee had splashed up my ass!”
“Had to make sure and proper preparation IS important to beginning a relationship if one wants it to last.”
“So where did this, or why this, Facebook posting.”
“Could say it might have been a romantic anniversary posting, but it’s not time yet… will need to remember this though.”
“Just surprise me with a meal… stop, right now. I sucked you off just this morning. Whatever you did different with that cock of yours… I can’t … “
“You retched this morning, which was a pleasurable flutter of appreciation my cock enjoyed.. greatly. However, to get back to the offending Facebook post, I didn’t post it. My younger brother did and reports a jump in our newest Death Wish Coffee flavor sales.”
“Your family ‘owns’ the brand, Death Wish Coffee?! Why have I been ordering and paying for my coffee orders then?”
A slow smile answered Daryl. “Because soon you’re going to need to cut back on coffee consumption.”
“Why!?”
Daryl was lifted and set on his demon’s lap, which considering there was a house rule about clothing inside the domicile, lack there of clothing that is, allowed a cock finding it’s way into Daryl’s ass with ease.
“Love, I hate to say this but you are cut off as of now. Coffee makes you irritable, which is normal in your condition...”
Daryl took a deep breath preparing to tell him just how irritable things were going to be if he didn’t get his coffee.
“Love. In about six months, give or take a month or two, we’ll find out as things progress, there’s going to be a little demon making an appearance. Baby demons are bad enough but ones with colic are truly taxing. Am trying to save both our sanitys.”
With a clearing of his throat, Daryl tried to explain, “I’m male and you’re male. Exactly how could this happen?”
He knew he was in trouble when his demon smiled that devilish smile, and he heard, “the Devil’s in the details.”
Daryl was lifted about an inch, though distance may appear further than expected, and brought down many times at an angle that discovered just the right places. He loved those details.
“Don’t stop!”
“Love, do you want to have twins?”
“Twins?!” Daryl groaned. “Really? Don’t say that, if I have to give up you fucking me….”
“Oh, my mistake. Fucking in all it’s forms makes for a happy healthy baby demon.”
“And the coffee?”
“No.”
“Fuck!”
“Yes.”
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‘My coffee was so dark, a demon mistook it for a portal to hell.
Long story short: I need a new mug, a mop, and maybe an exorcism.’
Daryl looked up from his monitor screen. “Did you have to?!”
“What?” was the innocent question as the newspaper was lowered just enough so midnight dark eyes sparkled with what could only be devious mirth.
“How we met. It’s posted on Facebook.”
“Now why would you think that I put anything up on Facebook? It’s the playground of the Devil, not for lowly demons like me.”
“Lowly demon, Ha!”
The newspaper crackled as it was shaken back into its prior concealing position. “Not me.”
“Exactly. Glad you’re fessing up.” A grin briefly appeared over the newspaper in response.
“I looked into your internet account while you were out. Just for your information, your computer history tells a different story, darklord4u.” Daryl paused, “and just as a warning, there had better not be any exercising of ‘4u’ happening except me.”
“Or?”
“D’mon!”
The newspaper was neatly folded and set on the side table. “There is and has not been anyone else for me since that coffee mug event. You are more than enough for me. You looked so cutely edible throwing off your clothes and running into the kitchen to soak them in the sink.”
“Didn’t want the coffee stains to set in. The shirt was cream and the trousers khaki. And who could expect that you would use you tongue to clean me up.”
“Yum, coffee flavored Daryl is my favorite.”
“None of the coffee had splashed up my ass!”
“Had to make sure and proper preparation IS important to beginning a relationship if one wants it to last.”
“So where did this, or why this, Facebook posting.”
“Could say it might have been a romantic anniversary posting, but it’s not time yet… will need to remember this though.”
“Just surprise me with a meal… stop, right now. I sucked you off just this morning. Whatever you did different with that cock of yours… I can’t … “
“You retched this morning, which was a pleasurable flutter of appreciation my cock enjoyed.. greatly. However, to get back to the offending Facebook post, I didn’t post it. My younger brother did and reports a jump in our newest Death Wish Coffee flavor sales.”
“Your family ‘owns’ the brand, Death Wish Coffee?! Why have I been ordering and paying for my coffee orders then?”
A slow smile answered Daryl. “Because soon you’re going to need to cut back on coffee consumption.”
“Why!?”
Daryl was lifted and set on his demon’s lap, which considering there was a house rule about clothing inside the domicile, lack there of clothing that is, allowed a cock finding it’s way into Daryl’s ass with ease.
“Love, I hate to say this but you are cut off as of now. Coffee makes you irritable, which is normal in your condition...”
Daryl took a deep breath preparing to tell him just how irritable things were going to be if he didn’t get his coffee.
“Love. In about six months, give or take a month or two, we’ll find out as things progress, there’s going to be a little demon making an appearance. Baby demons are bad enough but ones with colic are truly taxing. Am trying to save both our sanitys.”
With a clearing of his throat, Daryl tried to explain, “I’m male and you’re male. Exactly how could this happen?”
He knew he was in trouble when his demon smiled that devilish smile, and he heard, “the Devil’s in the details.”
Daryl was lifted about an inch, though distance may appear further than expected, and brought down many times at an angle that discovered just the right places. He loved those details.
“Don’t stop!”
“Love, do you want to have twins?”
“Twins?!” Daryl groaned. “Really? Don’t say that, if I have to give up you fucking me….”
“Oh, my mistake. Fucking in all it’s forms makes for a happy healthy baby demon.”
“And the coffee?”
“No.”
“Fuck!”
“Yes.”
Herne, God of the Wild Hunt
Cernunnos, the Horned God
Herne has his origins in a local folktale, and there is virtually no information available to us via primary sources. Although he is sometimes seen as an aspect of Cernunnos, the Horned God, the Berkshire region of England is the home to story behind the legend.
In Margaret Murray's 1931 book, God of the Witches, she posits that Herne is a manifestation of Cernunnos, the Celtic horned god. Because he is found only in Berkshire, and not in the rest of the Windsor Forest area, Herne is considered a "localized" god, and could indeed be the Berkshire interpretation of Cernunnos.
The Windsor Forest area has a heavy Saxon influence. One of the gods honored by the original settlers of the region was Odin, who also hung at one point from a tree. Odin was also known for riding through the sky on a Wild Hunt of his own.
Lord of the Forest
Around Berkshire, Herne is depicted wearing the antlers of a great stag. He is the god of the wild hunt, of the game in the forest. Herne's antlers connect him to the deer, which was given a position of great honor. After all, killing a single stag could mean the difference between survival and starvation, so this was a powerful thing indeed.
Herne was considered a divine hunter, and was seen on his wild hunts carrying a great horn and a wooden bow, riding a mighty black horse and accompanied by a pack of baying hounds. Mortals who get in the way of the Wild Hunt are swept up in it, and often taken away by Herne, destined to ride with him for eternity. He's seen as a harbinger of bad omen, especially to the royal family. According to local legend, Herne only appears in Windsor Forest when needed, such as in times of national crisis.
Herne Today
In the modern era, Herne is often honored side by side with Cernunnos and other horned gods. Despite his somewhat questionable origins as a ghost story blended with Saxon influence, there are still many Pagans who celebrate him today. Jason Mankey of Patheos writes,
"Herne was first used in Modern Pagan Ritual back in 1957, and was referred to as a sun-god listed alongside Lugh, (King) Arthur, and the Arch-Angel Michael (a strange hodgepodge of deities and entities to say the least). He shows up again in Gerald Gardner’s The Meaning of Witchcraft published in 1959 where he is called a “British example par excellence of a surviving tradition of the Old God of the Witches.”
If you'd like to honor Herne in your rituals, you can call upon him as a god of the hunt and of the forest; given his background, you might even want to work with him in cases where you need to right a wrong. Present him with offerings like a glass of cider, whiskey, or home brewed mead, or a dish prepared from meat you hunted yourself if possible. Burn incense that includes dried fall leaves as a way of creating sacred smoke to send your messages to him.
Wigington, Patti. "Herne, God of the Wild Hunt." Learn Religions, Feb. 8, 2021, learnreligions.com/herne-god-of-the-wild-hunt-2561965.
Cernunnos, the Horned God
Herne has his origins in a local folktale, and there is virtually no information available to us via primary sources. Although he is sometimes seen as an aspect of Cernunnos, the Horned God, the Berkshire region of England is the home to story behind the legend.
In Margaret Murray's 1931 book, God of the Witches, she posits that Herne is a manifestation of Cernunnos, the Celtic horned god. Because he is found only in Berkshire, and not in the rest of the Windsor Forest area, Herne is considered a "localized" god, and could indeed be the Berkshire interpretation of Cernunnos.
The Windsor Forest area has a heavy Saxon influence. One of the gods honored by the original settlers of the region was Odin, who also hung at one point from a tree. Odin was also known for riding through the sky on a Wild Hunt of his own.
Lord of the Forest
Around Berkshire, Herne is depicted wearing the antlers of a great stag. He is the god of the wild hunt, of the game in the forest. Herne's antlers connect him to the deer, which was given a position of great honor. After all, killing a single stag could mean the difference between survival and starvation, so this was a powerful thing indeed.
Herne was considered a divine hunter, and was seen on his wild hunts carrying a great horn and a wooden bow, riding a mighty black horse and accompanied by a pack of baying hounds. Mortals who get in the way of the Wild Hunt are swept up in it, and often taken away by Herne, destined to ride with him for eternity. He's seen as a harbinger of bad omen, especially to the royal family. According to local legend, Herne only appears in Windsor Forest when needed, such as in times of national crisis.
Herne Today
In the modern era, Herne is often honored side by side with Cernunnos and other horned gods. Despite his somewhat questionable origins as a ghost story blended with Saxon influence, there are still many Pagans who celebrate him today. Jason Mankey of Patheos writes,
"Herne was first used in Modern Pagan Ritual back in 1957, and was referred to as a sun-god listed alongside Lugh, (King) Arthur, and the Arch-Angel Michael (a strange hodgepodge of deities and entities to say the least). He shows up again in Gerald Gardner’s The Meaning of Witchcraft published in 1959 where he is called a “British example par excellence of a surviving tradition of the Old God of the Witches.”
If you'd like to honor Herne in your rituals, you can call upon him as a god of the hunt and of the forest; given his background, you might even want to work with him in cases where you need to right a wrong. Present him with offerings like a glass of cider, whiskey, or home brewed mead, or a dish prepared from meat you hunted yourself if possible. Burn incense that includes dried fall leaves as a way of creating sacred smoke to send your messages to him.
Wigington, Patti. "Herne, God of the Wild Hunt." Learn Religions, Feb. 8, 2021, learnreligions.com/herne-god-of-the-wild-hunt-2561965.
Prompt - What is real
Dec. 19th, 2021 02:46 pmPhilosophical question:
If it can't be seen, does it still exist?
So the land of Faery.... hmmmm
If it can't be seen, does it still exist?
So the land of Faery.... hmmmm
If your trash bags are ripped apart and scattered, don't blame the raccoons. .
Vulture 1: Hmmm. This carcass has easy to get through hide. Time saver.
Vulture 2: Yeah, but there's a lot of the insides that's just frankly inedible.
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