Originally Posted by PixieStars
I'll join this one...
I'll join this one...
You must master the art of
Honor, loyalty and integrity…
For the actions you narrate today,
May very well be
Lessons learned by another tomorrow…
awesome..glad to have you on board!!! can't wait to see!I'll join this one...
Freedom To Be
***Bumping*** for all those needing to express their creative and vocal side!
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Sign up deadline is next thursday....Everyone will still have till the end of the month to sumit their writings still....
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yep throw me in, i think there were a few others a few posts back too
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
Sorry I saw that now..I didnt mean to skip you love!!! Hope your body is working with you!! hehe...thats all i saw that signed up...
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Anyone else???
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sorry, family stuff this week. It is done i am just tweeking it. what was the deadline again?
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
The 31st....Hope all is well!
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awesome thank you!
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
I have a little something I wrote a while back, are there any rules or can i just join in??
~~~Petal~~~
Hey Petal the above is our challenge for this run. the subjects change as we go through and the rules change as each Head Honcho makes up the challenge. So if your piece fits in with the topic feel free to jump right in
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
Yes Petal you are free to jump in if you like.
BMW thank you for answering her question for I haven't had internet to check
Hope all is well!
Pixie
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Thank you both, may pluck up the courage and have a go....!
I read the brief, does it have to be certain length at all?
~~~Petal~~~
Nope...no limitation on your creativity
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Ok Pixie, many thanks to you.
~~~Petal~~~
Phoeonix
My heart has been burnt
But I will not let it die,
I stretch my charred wings
and my feelings fly,
To roam this lonely world
in search of a lady fair,
Who would take this scorched knight
into her gentle care,
My heart will burn for her,
like an offering on a pyre,
And once again, my heart will soar,
Like a phoenix, re-born from fire.
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
*WHAP!WHAP!WHAP! Is this thread STUCK???? C'mon ppl! I'm dying of intellectual ennui here!! WRITE something, dammit! *Sheaths sword, steps off podium and walks away in disgust* lol
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
Miami Butch- great writing I loved it.
Sorry for the slow reply my internet access is severly decreased.
Great job, Happy to have your entry!
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Thanks for the kudos, Pixie... Now if we could only get the thread out of the coma it's in and get these ppl WRITING again!! lol
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
I know!!!
Miamibutch I confidently and gracefully pass the reigns to you for the next round!!! Congrats!
Wake this thread up!
Pixie
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Sorry guys, had personal stuff going on and didn't quite make it in on time
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
Ok, ppl. Since Pixie handed me the reins, and our poor Blue has been having some personal issues, let me give ya'll the next topic, if I may...
It's summer, love, or at least LUST is in the air. Give us a story about your first/ideal/imaginary summer love/lust. Humor is appreciated, but not mandatory! lol Deadline is Fourth of July. Fair? Ok, ppl. Let's get WRITING!!!
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
You know, I'm about to cancel my subscription to this thread... Everyone has gotten so lazy about writing. Ok, I know we're in a recession, but REALLY!!! lol
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
Hey Miami
...seems more like the summer slowdown think it happens in the summer when people are on vacation and stuff....they will be back....I like your theme and the deadline is great.
AB
The human soul travels from the law to love, from discipline to freedom, from the moral plane to the spiritual plane ~ Tagore
Summer Fling...
She plucked cotton candy out of my hair, I wiped at the coke I’d splashed on her jeans. That collision while leaving the snack stand became the first of our many sticky meetings that summer. Apologies were issued. Glances were exchanged, and were later remembered as lust at first sight.
I saw her later in line at the tilt-a-whirl and she beckoned me to stand with her in line. Like old lovers our hands intertwined as we spun in the warm moist air flowing off of the Columbia River. The stomach dropping sensations were felt both physically and emotionally as I bravely tasted her salty lips. Her masculinity, equal to my feminine wiles, drew me in like a magnet. My thighs shook then, and they shook even harder later with her strong hands digging into them.
I’m not saying it was love, I didn’t even know her name..It was only a ferocious summer longing felt and acted upon without any thought given to what happens next…Every summer since, I smile indulgently, simply remembering her scent…
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog."~ Edward Hoagland
The sweat shone off my strong arms as I flicked my fishing pole back for a nice long cast. Then next thing I heard was "Ouch, SHYTE!", and as I turned around, I noticed that I had accidentally hooked a sweet pretty young thing right through the sleeve of her blouse, and into the soft flesh of her upper arm. I dropped my pole, ran over to her and apologizing every half second, helped her extricate the hook first from her arm, and then from her blouse, being careful not to damage it too much. I sprayed some of the pain relieving antibiotic I always carry with me (being the klutz that I am, I ALWAYS travel with it!) onto her arm, and brazenly gave it a brief kiss to "make it feel better" as I told her. When I said this, she smiled a sad smile, and told me she wished her butch were HALF as caring as I was, a total stranger. I curiously asked her WHERE her butch was at this moment, being that we were out on a bridge in the middle of Key Largo, with no one else around. She replied that her butch had told her to stay there, while hy went out further into the mangroves and fished by hymself! I told her that hy was a poor excuse for a butch, and asked her if she'd like a soda or something while she waited for her butch to come back. She said yes, and greatfully took a can of soda from my hand, after I had wiped the condensation from it, and popped it open for her. I gave up my fishing seat and asked her to please feel free to sit, while I cast out again. She sat, her eyes shining, as she saw the play of my arm muscles while I cast the line far, far out into the canal. I set the drag, put the rod in it's holder and took a seat next to her on my cooler. We chatted for a while, she told me all about how she had been with her butch for about a year, but that she was not happy, that her butch had hit her, tried to strangle her once, and generally, did nothing but sit around the house as she worked two jobs to support the house AND hym. I tried to keep my cool, but you could see the anger and indignation rising in my eyes as she spoke of these things. Tears began to shine in her eyes when I asked her why she stayed with someone like that. She replied "Because I don't want to be alone, and besides, I'm kinda scared of hym since hy tried to strangle me." Instinct took over, and I wrapped my arms around her, and let her cry on my shoulder. Her tears were hot and salty, attracting mosquitos in the summer's heat, so I gently pulled her away as I got the repellent and sprayed us both.
Again, I gathered her into my arms, and let her cry her frustration and anger out. When she was done, I told her that if she ever needed a friend, a shoulder to cry on, or someone to protect her, she could count on me. I gave her my number, and not a moment too soon, because we heard her butch heading our way. I gave her a gentlemynly kiss on the cheek, and brushed the last of her tears away, as she sighed and smiled at me. At that moment, her butch came out of the mangroves, and looked at her suspiciously, and at me with outright hostility. I wasn't fazed by it. I would have gutted hym right then and there, but for her explaining that I had given her a soda because she was feeling hot and faint. Hy just "harrumphed" and told her that hy was ready to leave. As hy packed up the gear, she glanced back at me on occaision, and a smile would flit across her face. At the last moment, he caught her looking at me, grabbed her by the arm, and said "Come on, we're leavin' ". Somehow, I knew that there would be trouble for her later, and that this was not the last I'd heard of the lady..... (To be continued)
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
Dylan forgot to quote you and can't multi quote on my blackberry. VERY nice post!
Miami Butch DON'T DO that while I'm working! Tomorrow is my last day on my current job and I'm daydreaming on BF and you go and leave me HANGING?? UGH! Talk about needing more!!!
PLEASE continue soon!
Ok done begging now. Can't help it I'm a submissive at heart! Giggles (shhh don't tell my Daddy I begged anyone else but him!)
Becca
And so the lion fell in lovewith the lamb...
MB and Hollylane that was fabulous!!!
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Thank you PixieStars!
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog."~ Edward Hoagland
She peeled away the paper thin wrap, oh so carefully, trying not to cause a tear. She trapped her tongue between her lips in concentration. With a tiny and very unladylike grunt the last of it came away.
Unable to control herself, her tongue darted out quickly to taste the sweetness. She made a sound normally reserved for her bedroom, but she just couldn't wait that long. She took another lick and she closed her eyes in bliss.
She sank her teeth into the flesh and the flavor rolled over her taste buds. She licked her lips and smiled...
This was the best damn cupcake in the world. She would never admit it but she was in lust with a cupcake... okay so the cute butch baker helped a little... but really it was the black forest cupcake that kept her coming back.
Well it's a short one but I guess it makes up for all the long ones I have subjected y'all to.
Blue
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
That was not only awesome, it was adorable..I think I will now seek out a cupcake..but mostly for the frosting...
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog."~ Edward Hoagland
I suddenly feel the urge to eat a cupcake infront of my Daddy...
Becca
And so the lion fell in lovewith the lamb...
There are cupcakes in the oven as we speak... and extra frosting too!I suddenly feel the urge to eat a cupcake infront of my Daddy...
Becca
Thank you both!
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
She laid there silently reminiscing the eventful summer that was zooming by. She allowed the warm sand and soft waves drift her off to the shallow daydreams of the recent past.
Dancing across the hard wood floor partnered with the broom, Jazzy hummed the waltz as she swept up the living room of her vacation house. She had saved up all year to be able to escape from the city life, even if it was for only three months. Jazz loved her job, working with deaf kids in their homes, giving them back their sense of place within their spiteful families. Even as rewarding as her job was, the constant chaos and business left her empty and alone.
Here on the coast she felt safe, calm, and connected...no matter that the water was the source of this peace.
......Finishing her last turn and sweeping the dirt out the back door, the door bell rang. She shut the screen and headed to meet her unknown visitor. Jazz opened the door to a very handsome and charming butch. Her name badge identified her as Stacy, she looked in her late twenties early thirties, spikey blonde hair, 5'8'' or so, and had the most gorgeous, encapturing blue eyes. Jazz stood there in a trance to those eyes....mouth in an uptight grin, cheezin' away in her own la la land. The sexy Stacy cleared her throat in a polite attempt to gain Jazz's attention, and end the staring.
Blushing, Jazz apologized for spacing out and asked what she could help her with. Stacy sincerely replied, “I’m here to deliver your package…um I have a package for you…This is yours.” Stacy now blushing, handed Jazz the box and asked for her signature on the top sheet. Taking a chance, a big hopeful chance, Jazz added in her number below her signature.
Not thinking anything would come of it... Jazzy finished unpacking and headed out to have dinner. She stumbled upon a small Italian restaurant called Peter’s. She sat herself and as she went to order a glass of wine, she realized her waitress was Stacy. (No not just the same name Stacy, the same exact UPS Stacy, Yikes). Trying to hide behind the menu, Jazz knocked over her glass of water all of the table. Then while attempting to clean up she dropped the glass on Stacy’s foot, only to proceed in elbowing her in the chest trying to catch it.
After apologizing for the thousandth time, Jazz saw an opportunity for escape when Stacy went to go get a mop, so she picked up her purse set down a five and practically sprinted to the front door. Once back at her house she plopped down on the bed, covered her face with the pillow and screamed bloody murder. She felt overwhelmingly embarrassed and ironically…..still hungry.
At that moment the door bell rang. Jazz stumbled to the door and opened it to find half drenched Stacy with a bag of food in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Before Jazzy could say anything, Stacy cut in, “I was gonna call you but you left your phone at the restaurant, lucky for you I already knew where you lived.” Jazz didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not, and Stacy mimicked inserting her foot in mouth….and they both laughed.
Dinner was amazing, no matter Stacy fell out of her chair and pulled the table cloth with her… resulting in a dessertless finale. However, it did make Jazz feel a little bit better not being the only clutz in the room. Jazz managed to finish the dishes without breaking anything while Stacy put on some of Jazz’s clothes.
Stacy called for Jazz to help her with the shower. When she came into the bathroom, Stacy was only wrapped in a towel. Not paying attention to where she was going. Jazz tripped over the fluffy rug, and started head first to the tub. Instinctively Stacy reached to catch her…in the act she lost her towel and her own balance and ended up butt naked pinned against the wall with Jazz in her arms.
That was the beginning of the end.
Chapter 1: The shower, Stacy knocked her head on the shower accessory rack.
Chapter 2: The couch, Jazz rammed her shin into the coffee table.
Chapter 3: The dining table, since it was already cleared off onto the floor.
Chapter 4: The bedroom, both managing to stub there toes on the bed.
Recap: At 5am they both looked like they had been in a camping trip gone bad… very, very bad.
After that night, they became a version of the U-Haul daters. Stacy just didn’t ever go home. She left for work and came back with a change of clothes and another rose for Jazz’s growing bouquet.
A month had passed, and surprisingly there had only been one ER visit. Jazz was cooking and let the towel get too close to the flame….and tried to put the fire out with her hand…
…lucky for Stacy it was her left hand.
…As Jazz slowly began to come to herself, lying on the beach, calm and finally nothing close to lonely, a burst of freezing cold water was poured all over her. Recovering from the initial shock, Jazz wiped her face and chased after the culprit…lucky for her Stacy had just landed face first in the sand…
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That was hilarious Pixie!
I think that your characters need a really really big first aid kit!!
Thanks for the laugh!
Femme Dating Rule ONE: If they deny your existence... deny them your presence.
How to keep the Femme Mystic Alive Rule ONE: Shut the damn bathroom door.
Lol thanks.... Sometimes I feel like all I do is run into stuff.
Glad you liked it!
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Great job PixieStars!
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog."~ Edward Hoagland
continued....
Later that night, I couldn't get the image of that butches' hate filled eyes out of my mind. The sensible part of me said, 'leave it alone, she's not your problem, you can't save every femme who hooks up with a jackass butch', but the gentlemyn in me said, 'Wait. If the young lady has ANY brains, you'll be getting a call before too long now". At that precise moment, the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and didn't recognize the number, so I hesitated for a moment before I picked up. My gut told me it would be her on the other end of the line, and my gut was right. She was practically hysterical, crying on the phone, telling me she must be crazy to be calling someone she didn't even know for help, but that she was scared, hurt and didn't have anyone else she could trust. All her friends were her butches' friends, and they'd turn on her so fast, she didn't know what else to do and before she could freak out any further I asked exactly where she was. She replied that she had run to the convenience store on __ and __, which just happened to be down the block from me. "Stay right there, I'll be there in less than five. And if your butch comes around, get your butt into the convenience store and tell the Manager that I'm coming to get you. Just describe me, he'll know who I am."
I hopped into my 280Z , and faster than you can say 'butch to the rescue", I was there. She was still in the phone booth outside the convenience store. I rode right up next to it, opened my door and got out to open the passenger side for her. At that moment, her butch drove into the parking lot. She took one look at me, one look at her soon to be EX girl, and decided she was in a fighting mood. Now, I'm not a violent type butch, I'd rather humiliate you and make you feel intellectually inferior, but that doesn't mean I won't put my good foot up someone's ass if they're making an effort to piss me off. And after taking one look at the beating hy had bestowed upon this girl, boy, was I EVER pissed off.
I told the asshole JUST what kind of pu**y I thought he was, big myn, to beat the crap out of a little thing like her and why didn't hy try hys chops on someone a little more competant to deliver an azzwhuppin'? Hy roared... typical...and came at me full speed. I was standing right next to my car. I neatly sidestepped hys charge, and when hy sped passed me, I tripped hym. Hys head made a quite satisfying "THUMP!" as hy hit the chrome rim of my front tire and knocked hys stupid azz out for the count. There's something to be said for brains versus brawn, I thought to myself. I didn't even have to knock hym out, hy did that all by hymself. Chuckling, I got into my car and drove away with the girl by my side, leaving Mr. Bigbadbutch unconscience on the ground.
She looked back amazed, and then looked at me. She looked a bit puzzled. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she'd never seen anyone knock her butch out. "Well, technically, I didn't, my CAR did!" At that she started laughing, and I started laughing along with her. We drove back to my place where I got a really good look at the working over her ex had given her. Both her eyes were black, she had a big lump on her head where butchboi had broken a vase over it, and her back was covered in welts from hys belt. I gently took her into the bathroom, and washed the dirt and tears from her eyes face and body. I dressed her wounds and once again, wrapped my arms around her and let her cry. She cried out of gratitude, frustration, anger and sadness. She told me hy had not been like this in the begining. I told her that most butches NEVER where. But a cruel butch would show hys colors the moment the opportunity arose. She sighed at that, and told me I was right, hy began treating her like a piece of garbage the minute she consented to moving in with hym.
" And let me guess", I said. "Hy beat you when you threatened to move out, right?" the tears were all the answer I needed. I stroked her hair, and kissed her forhead and just held her for the longest time. "You hungry?" I asked, knowing that the ordeal probably made her starved, and for more than just food. "Oh yes!" she cried, "I'm so hungry I could eat a buffalo!" I laughed, " Well, buffalo isn't on the menu, but I'm sure I can make you SOMETHING to eat" I walked her over to my sofa, brought her a cold soda, handed her the remote and told her to make herself comfortable while I made my culinary magic.
In the kitchen, I was at a loss as to what to feed the lady. I didn't know her likes or dislikes, hell, I didn't even know her NAME, I realized! I grabbed some crackers and cheese and headed back to the sofa to learn a little more about my unexpected houseguest and her gastronomical likes and dislikes. Heaven forbid I should try to feed her something she didn't LIKE!
So I sat down next to her, and inquired as to her name. "My name's Sophia, my friends call me Sophie" "Do I now rank among those priveledged few?" I asked teasingly. She smiled and said I could call her Sophie if I wanted. I beamed at her, and asked what she was in the mood to eat. "I'll eat anything you make me, as long as it isn't brains, liver or cowtongue" "Oh, so you don't like tongue?" I asked, teasing her. "Oh, I like tongue a lot, but only if it belongs to the right BUTCH" At that, I leaned over and gently kissed her, running my tongue around the inside of her mouth, biting her lips softly, teasingly. And I stepped back. She looked at me, dazed "I've never had anyone kiss me like that." Now it was MY turn to wonder. "What do you mean?" "I mean, no one has ever kissed me so gently! All the butches I've dated have been so rough!" I simply smiled and told her she was way past due for a change of pace. I went back into the kitchen and made some linguini and scampi in white sauce for the both of us, and we sat down and ate. There was little conversation except for "this tastes GREAT" and "Delicious" every once in a while out of her. I asked if her butch ever cooked for her. She laughed at that and told me her ex butches' idea of cooking was to open a can of whatever and nuke it till it was hot. Didn't suprise me a bit. Her ex was what I liked to call a Neanderthal butch. All muscle, no finesse and even less refinement. Why was it that most butches saw cooking as a feminine thing, instead of something you did for your lady when she needed a little TLC? Too many femmes put up with these neanderthal butches out of a sense of security, yet nine times out of ten, these same butches did what Sophies' ex did to her. Oh well, different strokes and all that.
I put away our dishes and asked Sophie if she was tired. "Not really, I'm too wound up after everything that happened today." so I asked if she'd like to listen to some music and just talk for a while. She smiled gratefully at me, so I walked over to the stereo, picked out a few CD's and put them in auto rotate. I sat down next to her and told her to tell me all about herself, and why it was she was with someone like N.Butch.
Turns out she had grown up here in Miami, just like me, moved up North to go to college, and met NB in college. Her first experience had been with a neighborhood butch, but that it had left her wanting something more, and when she met NB she had fallen hard and fast. They had dated for about six months, and she had moved in with her right after graduation. And that's where it all started going bad. First NB would go out all night, leaving her at home while hy was drinking with hys buddies, and then hy'd come home, demanding sex. When she refused, hy beat her, and practically raped her, but she was too kind to just leave hym like the jerk hy was. And so it went on, the cycle of abuse and abandonment, for almost two years, until I met her. She said that she had never had anyone ever treat her so kindly without wanting something in return. I told her that the only thing I wanted in return was her promise NOT to go back to NB and that I would help her any way I could, no strings attached. This time, she leaned forward and kissed me. I felt electricity between us jumping and jiving and begging to be given more room to play in. I held her close, and kissed her back gently for a while, but then I pulled her away softly, whispering that I didn't want her to think that I just wanted to fuck, or that she HAD to got to bed with me out of gratitude. "I did what I did out of compassion, and because it's in my nature to want to protect, NOT because I expected anything from you". I told her, she just smiled, grabbed me by my shirtcollar, and kissed me again. Oh well, sometimes you have to just go with the flow....
Mas triste que todo el llanto en el mundo es la sonrisa de uno que sufre - Anonimo
TRANSLATION:
Sadder than all the tears in the world, is the smile of one who suffers - Anonymous
Nice one Miami Butch!
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog."~ Edward Hoagland
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