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Where is our mind

2023-10-08T19:52:04Z

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On-line death certificate request

2023-08-07T14:40:53Z

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Irony

2023-03-12T04:55:08Z

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Pluto vs Australia

2023-03-05T00:18:37Z

So... big enough to support life and it all doesn't need to be habitable.

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The Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith

2022-08-15T00:09:42Z

The 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.”

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Biker's Bite Series

2022-06-23T05:56:15Z

Title: Bikers Bite.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 687
Warning: non-con but mainly non-graphic.
Evil Meep. I’ve been on a motorcycle all of once in my life a long time ago. But Meep wanted this. Apologies if I got anything wrong.

The cool night air blew his hair back whipping it away from his face. He was free, for now, the vibration of the bike’s engine a purring between his legs. Foreplay on wheels. He was the virgin sacrifice that if caught would be secured down with golden chains and fucked until the new moon’s smile grinned in the sky. Revving up the engine, he worked the clutch, and feathered the throttle into 6th. If only he got far enough away thrummed in his mind. Served him right for trying to pick up a fae in a bar and using the line that he wanted his first time to be special.

Okay, he had wanted his first time to be special and it hadn’t been. He’d been looking to correct that. Could a fae tell if he was a virgin or would he take Nicolas’ word for it? The fae had not only taken Nick’s word for it but mentioned it to his elders. Nicolas had found himself in a gilded cage with a patient elven tutor explaining what his role was going to be during the rite and being given instructions on how to prepare himself. When he was released at the beginning of the hunt, he’d done what anyone would do given the opportunity. He’d jacked a bike and tried to ignore the smaller diameter butt plug he hadn’t had time to remove. Besides if he was caught, he’d need that stretching because the deflowering wasn’t going to be done easy. This was not suppose to be fatal but it was expected to have some blood involved. Nick had overdone it on the lubing if that was even possible.

‘The roar of the bike’s engine was getting louder,’ he thought with concern, and then he realized that it wasn’t his engine. It was many engines. Engines in pursuit.
“No. No. No. No. No. please No.” He needed to be further away, to keep moving.

The gang surrounded him, boxing him in. One bike came closer, riding double. White teeth grinned wide at him and the rear passenger executed a neat swing over and seated himself behind Nicolas. He kicked Nick’s foot off the shift lever and his large hands gripped themselves over Nick’s. The warm body pressed up against him and there was nowhere to go. A cage of leather and testosterone musk surrounded him.

Sharp teeth nibbled on his ear and words were shouted against the wind, “Hello pretty sacrifice. You like my ride? You’ll love the ride I’m going to give you.” He leaned forward changing the angle at which he and Nick were seated. The butt plug inside shifted, sandwiching Nick’s prostate tighter between it and the vibrating engine. Nick struggled to relieve the pressure, shuddering on a moan.

The cycle slowed, pulling off to the side with the others, idling.

“Off and strip, little sacrifice.”

Nicolas stiffly eased off the bike, eyes shifting wildly to look at the other bikers.

“Uh uh, little sacrifice. Eyes on me, your rider. If you need help, I’d be more than happy.” That wide smile spread across his face.
“Grey, he’d better hurry. Those fae are going to be following soon.”

Nick backed up as Grey swung his leg over, walking over towards him. A sharp slap to his ass got him moving into Grey’s path. It wasn’t long before the night breezes chilled bare skin.

“Bend over.”

Grey’s hand stroked over one naked ass cheek, coming up to tug out the butt plug, tossing it like trash onto the roadside gravel.

“This belongs to me now,” Nicolas moaned at the cupping hard hands digging into his ass. “You’ll be useless to the fae for their sacrifice after I take you on the road.” Grey’s sharp toothed smile glinted at him in the star light.

‘Really, a night’s ride in the freedom of the wind’s rush with a cock up your ass and an engine rumbling sweet love between your legs, much better first time,” Nick thought. Getting furry with your new pack on the full moon with your mate beside you, that wasn’t bad either.

Title: The Moon is Watching
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 839
Follows this
Again this is questionable as far as consent. *grins* The character felt no pain until probably the next day. Elmsmere might show up again in James’ life.

The ride to the doctor had had to be done by taxi, since Nick hadn’t shown like he’d promised. James was pissed. Twins are supposed to be there for each other and Nick had agreed to act as transport to and from the appointment. With angry frustration, ‘He probably got involved with someone at that bar he said he’d try out and forgot all about me.’

Nicolas had developed an obsession with improving his sex life after the asshole, who had popped his cherry, as Nick had so dramatically called it, had provided a less than stellar first time experience. James shuddered. Casual sex was not something he was going to become involved in when and if he decided to drop his drawers for anyone. There were too many STDs out there.

“Well, Mr. Gunlaugson, the colonoscopy didn’t show any abnormalities but I’ll look at the results more closely and send you my findings along with some informational broshures. I think you have a nervous bowel, or irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), that reacts to stimulants like caffeine and stress; not Crohn’s disease. If you reduce or eliminate the 5 cup habit a day of coffee from your diet it may correct the condition. We can set up another appointment afterward for a follow up.”

The taxi had taken him home still feeling the effects of the anesthesia, which is probably why after stepping out of the shower he was seeing a strange elf leaning in the doorway of his bathroom. Hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist, he tried to ignore the hallucination for the delusion it was. Elves didn’t exist no matter what Nick seemed to believe. It was disconcerting to feel the figment of his imagination remove the towel and press testing fingers in a private area that had recently been invaded to then sigh.

“You aren’t a virgin after all.”

James was insulted. “I just had a colonscopy for fuck sake. Nick is the non-virgin in this family, not me. Begone pointy eared phantasm, I’m going to lie down now and I expect you to be gone when I wake.” He stomped into his bedroom, noticing on the way that Nick’s room was empty; the jerk hadn’t come home. James’ imaginary friend followed him.

“So you’re technically a virgin. Did you receive any pleasure from this procedure?”

James groaned. “No, I was under anesthesia for the damned thing. Will you leave already. You aren’t real.”
He heard quiet conversation as if his elven visitor were talking to someone. Peeking, he knew it was his imagination because seeing an elf speaking into a cell phone was too improbable for fantasy. The tiny bleep as the call ended was followed by a fairy dust jingling of some other phone function, ‘message coming in maybe?’ he thought.

There wasn’t time to think as James was flipped over into a prone position. Cool soothing moisture was rubbed around the outside of his asshole and then more deeply inside. ‘Fuck that feels good.’ He hadn’t realized that came out aloud until he heard the chuckle.

“It’ll get better.” More, lots more, of the whatever it was was pushed into him and prodded further inside by a two finger width something that seated itself up his asshole.

“I think you’re ready.” A dark chuckle followed. “Since I found you first little sacrifice, I get to go first. Let’s get you to the altar so the rite can commence.”
James felt himself picked up, held against the elf and he looked up as a picture was taken by the cell phone held at the end of an extended arm. The fantasy got weirder. They were outside and dusk was setting. He felt the fur covering on the hard platform, thankful for the protection against the wind. The heavy golden links anchoring him were odd, he didn’t think his mind was into that kind of fetish. Figures gathered around where he lay naked under the starry sky. ‘Okay, so voyeurism,’ he added to his list of discovered kinks.

“Is the sacrifice prepared?”

“He is.”

“Are you, the sacrifice, a virgin?” was directed at James.

Gulping at the reality of his dream James responded, “Yes?”

There was some irritation as he was asked, “Well, are you or aren’t you?”

His elf stepped forward, “He’s had a colonscopy today but was unconscious during the act.”

There was a nod, “Good enough, then he’s more than stretched so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Formally, “Let the rite begin.”

James added a third tick mark on his list, multiple partners. Elmsmere or Ellie was first as he was the one who’d caught him in The Hunt. There were many who followed after him, some James could swear he saw with crystalline wings. He lost count of the number of times he came leaving him with almost no time to recharge and he drifted into the pleasures of dry orgasms.

The thin crescent of the Moon smiled down. Live Journal m/m slash reader that she was, she was pleased.

Title: Fairy’s Tail
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1098

The dream had seemed so real, whatever they had put in the anesthesia carried a wallop. James popped a couple of painkillers for the generalized feeling of overused muscles. They hadn’t disclosed that effect when they were explaining what to expect from a colonoscopy. He found himself wishing that Nick was home to give him a massage. It was the least his errant twin could do to apologize for not showing up for James’ appointment. Three days later; one fending off of Nicolas’ concerned employer, many calls to the local hospitals, and finally the police to no good effect; it was time to do some sleuthing.

The bar’s name was The Fairy’s Tail, James remembered because he and Nick had joked back and forth about the name. James wasn’t even sure that fairies were real outside of his recent hallucinations, let alone if the sign had meant tale instead of tail.

The massive doorman’s smile made him blink until he surmised that the place must be a fantasy/goth bar and he should expect to see exotic costumes. How else could he explain the mouthful of sharp brown teeth that had smirked at him and the scales, half hidden by clothing, that trailed down into a tail? He heard a chuckled, “Nice shirt,” and swore that there’d been the ghost of an inappropriate touch over his ass, as James passed by the man.

James glanced down, having forgotten what he’d grabbed up from the back of the closet. He hadn’t done laundry recently and had chosen something he’d picked up at a rummage sale. It was a gag t-shirt. Had to be.

The front of the shirt read:
100% Fae Approved.

The back read:

Test Fucked :

X Sunnyside Up
X Sunnyside Down
X Sideways
X Standing
X Sitting
X Top to Bottom
X Especially his Bottom
Oral Skills EXCELLENT

For A Mind Blowing Time Call:

The phone number that was listed at the bottom got a ‘the number you have reached is not a working number,’ when he and Nick had, with much giggling, tried it. The coincidental whimsy wasn’t lost on him, he’d inadvertently dressed appropriate to the location.

Multi colored can lights set into the ceiling were gem spots in the darkness dancing over the bar’s patrons as they moved. Sometimes a light would hone in on a person or more than one person together. He tried not to look at the four, who even now were undulating together in an unmistakable rhythm, as he skirted around the appreciative watchers on his trek towards the bar proper. The touches he felt weren’t as discrete as the doorman’s had been and he wondered if the back door might not be the way to go later instead of through the many hands of the crowd.

“Oh the backdoor is definitely the way. I’ve entered through many a backdoor,” a voice had purred in his ear. James felt a tug on his belt loop reeling him in close. “The shirt front is okay but the reverse side is disrespectful of you,” the voice continued. “There, I’ve fixed it,” a hand had smoothed down his spine coming to rest above the curve of James’ ass. “To be a sacrifice is an honor. When I left you tucked into your bed, I regretted not being able to stay.” Humor crept into the voice, “Admit, you’d have been weirded out if you’d found someone in your bed with you that morning.”

“Shit!” James whispered. “You’re the delusion that I hallucinated, but .. you’re here.. and .. that means that was all real or I’ve cracked my nut.”

The man, scratch that, the fairy looked at him with a touch of bewilderment before he smiled, “Your colonscopy,” he said. “I am quite, quite real and I hope both your nuts are well,” he inquired, his hand sliding down James’ belly to cup below. “Perhaps, if I rubbed them for a bit, they’d feel better?”

The fairy did more than rub; his fingers played, juggling James’ balls, stroking over and pressing between them as their sac lengthened and then starting drawing up in preparation. They were face to face and the fae stared into James’ eyes, watching as his barriers eased and crumbled.

“Much better. Come let’s explore where that backdoor leads.”

Later.. It was much later.

“My brother.. “

“Is well, so I’m told.”

“But where is he?”

A heavy sigh and a rustle of sheets, he heard the tiny ringing from the phone. “Wulf. Elmsmere. Put your mate on to reassure his twin.”

James watched as Ellie pulled back to look at the phone as a groan came from it.
“Put him on ‘the phone’ you mutt, not put him on your cock first.”

A shivering laugh could be heard over the sounds in the background, “My Nick is able to do two things at once.” There was an aside, “That’s it Baby, just like that, rock for me at the end of the push down before you pull up again.” Wulf, gave his own moan before he hurriedly said, “Here, talk to your brother. He’s worried about you.”

“I’m not fucking you while I talk to my twin! Let me up. NOW.” His deep moan was clearly transmitted to the listeners on the other end and then, “That is completely unfair. Oh God, yes .. there, right there.”

He heard Nick take a breath, “James, I’m fine. Really. I’ll call you back later.” Through the connection came, “Don’t you dare stop now, I will cut off your balls with a rusty knife. You started this, now finish me.” There were demanding cries of, “More. There! There! Slam it in Wulf! Stop teasing!” before the call was abruptly ended to the sharp slapping of flesh on flesh.

‘Oh.’ James’ cock twitched and his hand went on a quest atop the sheet, down, seeking if there was life to be found below. He smiled and moving above Ellie, with a steadying hand he balanced upright the semi-rigid column that had been buried inside him recently. Slowing encasing it, he pushed down, rocked his hips when he bottomed and then pulled up.

‘Ellie groaned just like Wulf,’ he discovered with that portion of his brain that still worked. A smile curved up lasciviously, ‘Phone sex. His twin and him, fucking with their lovers while on the phone.’

Elmsmere, third son of the High King, on reflex, read the thoughts of his consort.

“YESssss,” they both hissed. And Elmsmere called out to The Deity, that technically wasn’t his, to give him strength as the pace quickened.

Title: The 3rd One
Word Count: 1206

Richard, Dicky to his friends or just Dick depending on who it was and how good a ‘friend’ you were, tried calling his twin brothers again. It wasn’t like them not to be home on a week night or at least answer their damned cells. He sighed and spoke a word that would have gotten him the inside of his room for a week at a younger age. He missed his parents. They were gone now, making him the head of the family and ‘the responsible one’.

“Sir? I’ve got a family situation that I need to check on.”

The client looked up from the paperwork Richard had given him.
“How serious?”

“I’m not precisely sure. I’m not getting any response from either of them, which isn’t like them, or at least not from James.”

“Tried the local authorities?”

“Not yet but if I go myself…”

The client carefully set the work of Richard’s week down on the desk and stood. “I’m not comfortable with you leaving.”

“But sir…”

“No.”

“They’re what remains of my family.”

“Come with me,” was an obvious command and Richard was too acclimated to taking orders from his client to do anything else.

He had never been into this part of the building. It was his client’s personal rooms and like the rest of the estate the windows had a special film that restricted the sunlight that was allowed to enter.

His client smiled, “I’ve meant to do this for a while. You’re work ethic is excellent and your personality is enthralling, which with your intelligence is something I find I want to keep.” With a wave of his hand, “Remove your clothing,” was commanded.

“But, Sir.”

“Remove them, or I will.”

“Sir…”

“Do you want to remain with me or not?”

“Yes, of course I do but this is my family and we don’t usually have sex at this time of the day.”

“There’s nothing against a break in routine. I believe you’ll enjoy it immensely,” was added with a more open smile, “and then we’ll see about the affairs of your brothers.” The “Strip, or you’ll need a new set of clothing, though that might be an interesting change of pace.”

“Sir!” was followed with a moan. His client had moved faster than Richard had seen him do before and yes his clothing was in pieces upon the floor around him. “Lube, Sir!” and then he moaned.

“It is a good thing you follow directions concerning your daily preparations. A little blood wouldn’t be unfortunate though.”

“Sir…” and he moaned.

“Yes?”

“Please move.”

“When I’m ready. Now, let’s go check on your siblings.”

Richard felt himself lifted and his client wasn’t usually so jerky in his movements. It was almost as if the client was lifting and dropping him onto the cock up Richard’s ass.

“I am.”

“Sir?” he moaned.

“You did want me to move, didn’t you?”

“Yesssss. Thank you, Sir.”

“Good. Now,” his client sat, “I don’t usually bite to feed, a cock up the ass works very well. But we need a blood sample from you to find them.” There was a pause, “they are your full blooded siblings? Both parents the same as you?”

“Yes, Sir. And they’re identical twins.”
“Excellent. That will make it easier to locate them.”
A drop of blood on the crystal globe, had a split screen set of images appear.
His client chuckled, “oh, this is precious. It appears that your family is very attractive.”

Richard’s, “Can they hear us or… um see us?” His siblings were in the midst of being fucked and from the sounds of it very enthusiastically.

“Not unless I want them to. A small adjustment to things…”

“No! Please!”

“Family needs to stay in touch,” a hand grasped Richard’s cock and the one inside him was doing something that had him squirming on the Client’s …. “My cock loves you.”

“Yes, Sir! Please!”

“Dicky? That you? How’d you get as an image up on the wall…” The other twin, “and who is the guy behind you and fucking you up the ass?!”

“Introductions, please.” That was the most informal request, if you could call it that, he’d ever heard his Client use, though the squeezed pumping up and down was distracting.

Twin grins looked in through the globe. “Dicky, your dick is getting a workout.”

“Sir,” Richard groaned, “the one with the, is that an elf?” he groaned, “that’s James. The other one with his teeth anchored in um, that’s Nicholas.”

“Good. You can see that they are safe and being well taken care of. There is no reason for us to travel to see them in person. Now it is time for you to fill the goblet and we will seal your life to mine.”

“Sir?”

“Married. Vampires need the families’ recognition of their bonding. You’ll still work for me but I’m not letting you get away.”

“I’m human, Sir.”

“Do you want us to tell him or do you sir. I’m Elmsmere, third son of the High King.”
“And I’m Wulf,” said the one inside Nick, who turned towards his mate. “You didn’t tell us your brother was employed by a vampire.”

“Didn’t know, okay. He didn’t know about our bed partners either.”

Two loud outbursts of,“HEY!”. Followed by identical, “you are my mate!”

The Client grinned, something he rarely did, “And that has now been witnessed. We’ll leave you to continue.”

The crystal globe returned to it’s prior state. “Now, let us continue. We’ll discuss your future lack clothing in informal conditions later.” The Client stood and bounced Richard as he relocated them back to the den.

“This is an informal condition, Sir?”

“We are going to celebrate our joining after I’ve reviewed today’s prepared work. Then I am going to fuck you until it will be difficult for you to walk,” Richard had never seen his Client grin so mischievously, “something you will become accustomed to, or not if I see to you properly. Your immune system will improve and your life expectancy will match mine.” He shrugged and Richard saw something he rarely witnessed, his Client grinned, “Whether or not you become pregnant we’ll see but the pleasure is in the trying.”

The Client dropped, something he never did normally and Richard groaned as things shifted inside and his cock tried to revive. “Now, read to me the first couple pages. My hand is going to be occupied. Have you ever tried a sound?”

Richard groaned. “No, Sir.” He tried to lift his hips into the hand that lightly stroked over his cock head.

“No. No. Let me do the work. You just read.”

“You aren’t making this easy, Sir.”

“Good. I have wanted to do this since you applied for your position.”

With another groan, “Which one, Sir?”

A feeling of lips in a smile pressed against Richard’s temple, “Both.” There was a pause, “My Love.”

There was no way Richard could cum again, but he did and he heard a groan in his ear. “Felix. My name is Felix, just in case you need to know, but I prefer you continue to use Sir. I believe it is called, it turns me on.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The Fairy’s Tale Redux – Griffith
Word count: 1359

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.”

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Arthur's Story

2022-06-11T04:05:40Z

Title: Arthur’s Story
Word count: 1276
sequel to Dragons Business

Arthur carried his co-worker up onto the parapet. He’d stripped and cleaned him up. That colonic had worked oh so well. The dragon could use his tongue and eat out George with impunity now. He gave it very little time before George would be aware of the dragon’s attentions, still groggy but able to respond somewhat. Hopefully it would mute any pain during the event.

“You’re quite solicitous of your workmate,” had Arthur almost drop George. Another set of talonned hands caught George, which Arthur barely noticed as he stared up at the Dragon and swallowed.

“Oh God, He’ll never survive. Too big!”

“Oh he’ll survive. He may even thank you. You will survive too. When you prepped him did you do yourself or am I going to have that pleasure? Squirm all you want but it might wake the predator within me.” A growl came from the other dragon just before it launched itself with George in claw into the night.

“I didn’t prep… myself. I can do that! Just wait up here!” Arthur pivoted to run to the hatch to escape but a claw caught his belt and he found himself up in the night air.

“Oh but I am looking forward to bathing you inside and out. A good introduction to our future together.”

If a dragon could smile with all those teeth and seem like he wasn’t going to eat you, this one wasn’t doing a very good job of looking safe. Arthur felt the fabric of his pants tear, the belt remained but that was all he had on him.
To himself, ‘I knew I should have put a jerkin and shirt on. Even if it did get wet getting George out of the water.’

“Baby, I still would have stripped you before launching up. You won’t need it. The belt is just a handle. Might keep it. So many things one can use a belt for; travel, binding, ...” Arthur gulped as the next was added, “discipline.”

Arthur jerked as a clawed hand cupped his ass, steadying him as he dangled from what was left of his pants waist and the belt holding him. One of the talons slipped between the globes of his ass to steady him but it pressed lightly massaging behind his balls and occasionally flicking those. He jerked each time. Thank deity, the claws seemed retractable. As if reading his mind, a hard stroke found a spot he didn’t know about, surprising a yelp that reduced to a groan of need. That was lost as he was drawn up against scales, and that hard stroke came fast and repeatedly until his seed spewed so hard the world went dark.

He was warm, draped over something padded and hard and unable to move due to his belt anchoring him to a wide bench. His feet were just able to touch the floor, but his ass was very available, as were his cock and balls. Something he was well aware of due to the ache of them. He was being held just on the brim of shooting off his seed.

“Ah. Awake now?”

The trickle of a warm liquid was dammed just outside his asshole. A finger circled the rim, periodically pressing against the center.

“It’s going in,” slightly more pressure was given at the center and he felt a large finger enter him. It halted and then started circling the inside rim. The rest of the fingers played behind his balls but the thumb stroked the other side of his opening. Arthur groaned.

“Please. Pleeease.”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I want to come! Please!”

The answer, “When my cock is inside you,” made Arthur groan. “And you aren’t stretched enough yet to house my cock inside you.”

“Please?!”

The large finger withdrew and Arthur pressed back trying to follow it. He heard a chuckle. Dragons chuckled?

“Yes, we do. We read thoughts of our mates too.”

“I’m your mate?”

“Yes, hold still and push out.”

Arthur moaned. The finger brushed over something inside that had him rising to take more before it withdrew again. “Nooooo.”

“Shush. I think you can take another.”

Two fingers rubbed that spot and he tried to rub back against them to maybe get enough to come. The fingers stopped and a hand slapped his ass cheek then massaged it while the fingers rubbed inside.

“PLEASE!”

“There’s three fingers inside you. One more and then I slowly feed you my cock, if you’re good.”

“Please. Please, I’ll be good. Do it. Do it. Doitdoitdoit.”

A fourth finger joined the other three and started stroking the inside rim only just touching that spot inside him. A large cock was in front of him, at mouth level.

“Suckle me. It’ll take the pressure off me because I want to be inside you as much if not more than you want me there. Don’t bite.”

“Whining isn’t getting my cock into your ass any faster.”

“Please.”

“I know baby, believe me I feel your need.”

Arthur opened his mouth and followed the directions given on, how to lick, how hard to suckle, how to take the cock deep into his mouth and swallow around it. It gave him some control and distraction.

“That’s it, love. Bring me off.” There was a chuckle, “I’ll be smaller inside you, so we won’t have to bring you all the way open this time.”

Okay. That made sense. He just hoped his dragon was able to be hard enough to get into him to make him cum. He heard another chuckle. His dragon could read his mind?

“Oh yes, my little love. There will be no problem with us cumming together. There won’t be as much in your ass, so you won’t drip after and I’ve a special cup to catch yours.”

Special cup?! He felt straps being attached between his thighs and over his ass. It felt a bit like a cow, in position in a stanchion waiting to be milked.

“We’ll have to try that sometime. Do not bite. I want to feed both your openings. Claim you in every way, so you’ll know you are mine and I am yours.”

‘Okay. Can we move on?’, he thought to his dragon and heard a chuckle.

“Yes.” And directions were given.

His dragon tasted good from the tip which was pretty much all he could get in his mouth. Spirals. The cock had spirals. The thought about getting screwed almost made him get cum up his nose. That’s why he was snorting and heard his dragon give a growled snort of his own. But he swallowed and it wasn’t bad.
Too, the size looked a bit less intimidating. Which was good.

“Now let’s put this where baby dragons grow.”

‘Say what?’

Pressure against his open and words about trying to push out then relaxing. A hardness pressed in. He felt each spiral as it first entered and then again when it pushed over that spot inside where before his dragon’s fingers had played. Whatever neediness had calmed surged forward and he was trying to arch back into each thrust.

His begging, “Please”, kept time with the thrusts into him. As it progressed, vaguely he felt that his dragon seemed to enlarge inside him with each thrust. Every spiral went deeper into him repeatedly.
Finally his body couldn’t hold it back anymore. White heat flashed through him and he and his dragon came together.

Slowly he opened his eyes. There was still a cock, a large cock, inside him. He smiled and felt a kiss upon his neck. Being in a bed was nice. It was a large bed. Matched the cock inside him. And it felt just right.

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Dragons Business

2022-06-10T06:01:50Z

Title: Dragons Business
Word count: 1110

Blame this on Meep who commented that a solved Daily Word Puzzle looked like a tower by the sea. It even had a seawall for protection.

The rain beat against the glass, pushed the waves against the seawall. He turned away from the view of the storm and mused about dragons who were bent out of shape because a person refused to bend over for mounting. He’d seen the dragon’s weapon and though a spiral was exotically evocative in fiction, he was not going to be screwed by it. No. No, thank you. He didn’t care how much treasure had been mentioned as possible.

“You do realize he could take down the tower and carry you away, don’t you?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t shoved me out on the seawall naked wrapped up with a bow already.”

A laugh came in response. “Am holding out until your price goes up further. Gotta get the best Bride Price for you. Why don’t you pull down your pants facing away from the window and bend over so he can get a glimpse of the goods.”

“One ass is the same as another. You do it. He won’t know any better. I’m not up for offer.”

“Not even if I offer to suck you off?”

“hmmm. Nope.”

A sigh answered.

“Nope. Nope, nope, nope.”

“Just one fuck,” was wheedled.

“Would you pay for the healers, if I did?…. Thought not.”

“Have you seen how big he is? Even if he wasn’t more than eager now, it would still ruin you for anyone not him.”

“Okay, explain the obvious.”

“Weeeeeeeelllll...”

“Don’t.”

“Did I mention that the toilets are backed up because of the storm waters. A person is going to have to hang their ass over the parapets.”

A snarl rent the air. “You!!! That’s why ...”

“You love that dish and it’ll clean you out for… shall we call it stuffing. Remind me to oil you up before your meeting with him.”
There was a grin, “I see the pills are starting to work. It won’t be for long. A person only gets a chance to be fucked by a dragon once in their life… unless they’re unlucky.”

Warmth touched his bare skin, as he snuggled into the body behind him. An abbreviated snort roused him a bit closer to consciousness. There was something he needed to remember.

“That’s it,” was murmured near his ear. Something pressed against his asshole seeking entry. Fingers, one pushed in and explored until he jumped.

“Ah, found it. It will get better, sweetling.” The finger petted that spot and withdrew.

“Noooooo.”

A small laugh answered and then shushed him. “Just getting more lube. You need stretching my small virgin.”

The finger returned with a friend and that spot received more stroking.

If his eyes were able to open, they would have closed again as pleasure hardened his cock.
The two fingers spread apart and a third joined them, then a fourth.

“You’re doing well, sweetling. Just a bit more.”

A bit more pressed against his opening, seeking entrance and finally moving inward carefully.
He whimpered, trying to push, though out or it in he wasn’t sure. He wanted that place inside stroked over again.

“Carefully, love. We don’t want you hurt, other than what you’ll beg me for, Sweet Love.”

His mental, ‘Finally”, was echoed as a large something first nudged, paused and then performed a hard stroke over the spot. And… it stopped. He wiggled. Clenched down, which resulted in an oath above him.

“Give your asshole time to adjust. It’ll get better.”

“If you are playing me, I am so going to beat you and then feed you to the dragon. The Dragon might not like your getting into my virgin ass before he had a chance to squash my cherry.”

“I assure you the dragon won’t care as he knows you came to him a virgin. I know the difference.”

His, “What?”, was replaced by a yelp as the hardness inside him gave a stroke further inside and a hard ridge followed by what felt like an easing of pressure followed by another hard ridge. If his eyes were open, they would have closed again. He heard his own groan and panicked, sweeping his arm back to prevent that hardness from leaving.

“Little One, you will love it if I can pull out a bit and then push back in. That’s how fucking is done.”

“Oooooooh.” And then he whimpered, “Please.”

“Yes, Love.”

It got better and didn’t stop. He heard a voice begging. “More. Yes.”

He woke still feeling stuffed up his ass, blinking. It was a reflex that had him clench and the arms wrapped around him tightened, pulling him back against the hard body behind him. He wiggled, testing. Nope not getting away but he realized he didn’t really want to but it would be nice to see whose cock he had inside.

“Um, hello?” resulted in the large body, with what he assumed was a cock still inside him, to pull him tighter. “Name’s George.”

“Hello, George. Very happy to be in you. Did you know that dragons keep their treasures? You’re mine,” was purred.

George swore. “Tell me he at least got a good price for my ass.”

His dragon laughed, “I got a fair trade for him. He can’t tell his dragons apart. When he brought you up onto the parapet, my brother caught him. We’ve been watching you both. We know who is meant for us. I wanted you,” he leaned closer to softly say, “and you’re mine.”

George grinned. “Without looking ‘cause it’s not how big but how well it’s used, is your brother’s cock bigger, smaller, or the same size as yours?”

“Why?” was asked suspiciously. “You aren’t shallow about the size of the cock inside you, are you?” The cock inside George flexed and he squirmed to adjust.

“No. Just interested in what Arthur is dealing with. Don’t think he got a chance to give himself the prep he did me without my knowledge.”

There was a laugh. “We’re twins. Arthur probably enjoyed his own prep. My brother will have him sparkling inside and out. Difference is he’ll have had his done while awake; his ass and his seed stripped from him.”

“My seed was stripped from me?”

He was petted, “I’ll show you when you’ve recovered from your nap.”

“I’m going to nap?”

“I’ve more than 4 spiral ridges. You’ve only experienced two so far and I went slow.”

George swallowed nervously as his dragon flexed the cock inside.

“I’ll take you slow.”

George swallowed again and then moaned. Being speared by a dragon was beautifully torturous.
He’d read of something called sounding…..

“We’ll get to that,” and George realized his dragon was able to be inside his mind too.

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Gardening - Garlic

2022-03-26T00:51:03Z

Garlic 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.

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Where did our minds go, reading this?

2022-03-19T21:10:44Z

Original poster:
I design custom suiting and I just discovered this option for shirt hems

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Prompt - Books' Recommendations

2022-03-01T02:53:48Z

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English Toffee with Chocolate and Pecans

2022-02-04T06:06:49Z

You 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.

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Will You Surrender For Me

2022-01-06T02:06:06Z

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.

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Prompt - The Monster under the Bed

2021-12-25T20:27:11Z

How 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

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Saltine Toffee Cookies

2021-12-25T19:25:13Z

Saltine 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.

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Dark Coffee, A Likely Excuse

2021-12-24T02:13:25Z

Title: 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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Cernunnos

2021-12-19T21:08:38Z

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.

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