Synopsis: It's closing time at the gym and Maris has impatiently been waiting for world class boxer Darius to finish his training session. Drawn to his potential, her magic has been reaching...but ever the evader, he's dodged her numerous times. Now, Darius, fierce and unstoppable in the ring, draws Maris into a world of temptation where strength, desire, and danger collide. Every glance, every brush of skin, pulls them closer to a line neither is meant to cross ā and in the shadows of the ropes, curiosity becomes irresistible, and control is only an illusion
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The gym was silent except for the dull thud of gloves against the heavy bag and the sharp hiss of his breath. Darius moved with precision, each strike cutting through the tension in the air, unaware that she was standing just beyond the ropes, watching him with a gaze that made the heat in the room deepen. Maris wasnāt supposed to be here after hours, but something about the way he moved, all power and focus, pulled her in closer than any headline ever could.
His back glistened with sweat as he worked, his muscles shifting like coiled springs beneath his skin. The way his body moved was mesmerizing, and she couldnāt help but imagine what it would feel like to be pinned beneath that strength. She shifted, feeling the wet heat between her legs growing stronger, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.
Darius paused, looking up at her through the ropes. As his eyes locked with hers, it made her skin prickle with awareness. It was the look of a man filled with power, with confidence, and it only made her want him more.
He pushed open the ropes, stepping into the ring and beckoned her to come in. "I saw you practicing earlier. Couldn't wait, could you? You want that interview? Now's the time." He was even more intimidating up close, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes dark with desire.
Maris was used to being in control and having her magic move things along, but there was something about him that made her want to submit, to see where his dominance would take her. She stepped in the ring and got closer, imagining her hands running over the solid wall of his chest, his heart pounding against her palm.
"I think we both know this is about more than an interview." Her voice was low and husky with desire, her body aching for his touch.
"It's about winning."
Darius grabbed her and spun her, pulling her back against his body, his hand splayed across her abdomen. "The win. The moment your opponent goes down, and you know it's all yours. When you're standing on top of the world, and you know you're going to be there forever."
Maris could feel his arousal pressing against her back, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted him to push her, to make her surrender, to satisfy the deep urges she'd been hunting for from the right person for so long.
"But first, I'm going to make you mine."
He turned her to face him, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was full of power and heat. He pushed her back against the ropes, his hands tangling in her hair, his tongue slipping into her mouth and making her moan with need.
Darius lifted her off the ground, his strong arms flexing as he carried her over to the mat. He laid her down, his hands roaming over her body, his mouth moving along her neck, and down over her collarbone.
"I'm going to take you apart, Maris. Piece by piece. Until all you can think about is me."
His words were a promise, a threat, and she shivered with anticipation, her body aching for more. Darius pushed up her shirt, his mouth closing around her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, her back arching as pleasure flooded her veins.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands sliding down her sides and over her hips. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings, and he tugged them down, along with her panties, revealing her to the dim light of the gym.
His gaze was heavy on her, possessive, and she could feel the power rolling off him in waves. This was the source of her magic, the raw, untamed ambition and the promise of victory. It was intoxicating.
He lowered himself between her thighs, his breath hot against her core. "You're so wet for me already. Did you know you'd end up here, spread out on my mat? Or was this just a happy accident?"
"You've wanted this, too. Don't deny it." Her words were a challenge, and he accepted it.
He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit and stroking it with firm, steady pressure. She moaned, her back arching off the mat, her fingers digging into the fabric. She could feel her magic pulsing inside her, the erotic energy building, begging to be released.
Darius added his fingers, pushing them deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit as he finger fucked her. He watched her face, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel you."
The command was all it took. Her body tensed, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her orgasm so intense it stole the air from her lungs. As she came, she felt a surge of power leave her, a rush of golden light that wrapped around Darius, sinking into his skin. He growled, feeling the energy, and he looked up at her, a triumphant grin on his face.
"More," he said, his voice demanding. "Give me more."
Maris was breathing heavily, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desire. She could see the change in him, the way his muscles seemed to swell, the power radiating from him. It was terrifying and exhilarating.
He stripped off his shorts, revealing a thick, hard dick that made her mouth water. He was a god, a warrior, and she was his offering.
He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his dick teasing her entrance. "You wanted the story, Maris? This is it. Right here."
He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in with ease. She gasped, her back arching as he stretched her, the delicious fullness sending sparks of pleasure through her.
He started to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into her with a force that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies slapping together on the mat, the grunts and moans, the heady scent of sex and sweatā¦it was all too much, too good.
She met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. She could feel her energy coiling in her stomach, hot and electric, building with every deep hard thrust.
"Faster," she pleaded, her nails digging into his back. "Harder."
He obliged, his movements becoming more brutal, more demanding. The mat creaked beneath them, the ropes of the ring groaning in protest. He was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that matched her own.
"Look at me," he commanded, his hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her in place. "I want to see you when you come."
His eyes were dark, fathomless pools of desire. As she stared into them, she felt another orgasm building, stronger this time, more intense. The power inside her was a raging storm, waiting to be unleashed.
He shifted, changing the angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her cry out. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on him as another wave of ecstasy washed over her.
"Darius!"
She screamed his name, her vision blurring as the golden light erupted from her, wrapping around him again. This time, the energy was brighter, more potent. He roared, feeling it surge through him, and he picked up his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was claiming her, marking her as his own. And she was letting him, surrendering to the raw, primal pleasure of it all.
He pulled out, flipping her over onto her stomach before she had a chance to catch her breath. He grabbed her hips, yanking her back onto her knees, and slammed back into her from behind.
"Is this the story you came for?" he growled, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack.
The sting sent a jolt straight to her clit, making her moan. "Yes," she gasped, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. "Don't stop."
He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound. "Oh, I'm not stopping until I've wrung every last drop of power out of you."
His movements were punishing, relentless. He was using her body for his pleasure, and she loved every second of it. She was no longer the journalist in control, the Victory Nymph who held all the power. She was just a woman, on her hands and knees, getting fucked by a man who was more than a match for her.
She could feel the magic humming in her veins, the erotic energy swirling and coalescing, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. And with every brutal thrust, Darius was drawing closer and closer to it.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. The added stimulation was almost too much, sending her hurtling toward another orgasm.
"Come with me, Maris," he commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Now."
The words broke her. Her body shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tidal wave. The golden light exploded from her, so bright it was almost blinding, and as it enveloped Darius, he roared, his own release triggering, filling her with his hot, thick cum.
For a moment, they just stayed there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, Darius collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms.
She lay her head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. The power that had surged through her was gone, replaced by a pleasant, sated warmth. She could feel the lingering energy thrumming in Darius, a low, potent hum that promised even greater victories in the ring.
"You're a miracle," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "A godsend."
"I'm your advantage," she corrected, a smug smile playing on her lips. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just don't get too used to it. I'm a story that's still unfolding."
Darius laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that she could feel in her bones. "Oh, I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy reading every single chapter."
He tightened his grip on her, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss. This kiss was different from the ones before. It wasn't about hunger or possession, but about connection, about a new understanding between them.
She knew this was more than just a one-time thing. This was a partnership, a symbiotic relationship that would take them both to the top. He would get the power he needed to become a champion, and she would get her story...the story of a lifetime.
As they lay there in the center of the ring, the quiet of the gym wrapping around them like a blanket, Maris knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.
Synopsis: Jordan Hale enters a subway car that should be crowded , but only finds one woman inside. As the train begins to slowly unnaturally move, she watches him with hunger disguised as shyness. Lights flicker, the air chills and she begins to come closer, her smile revealing secrets far older..and far hungrier...than the city above them.
He shouldāve run.
But he didnāt.
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Jordan's breath hitched. The space between them had shrunk from the length of the train car to the space of a single, shared heartbeat. The fluorescent lights above stuttered again, plunging them into momentary darkness that was somehow more intimate than the light. When they flickered back on, her face was inches from his. She licked her lipsā¦stained red, too red.
"May I?" Her English was crisp, accented with something ancientā¦tones that didn't belong to any modern Japanese he'd ever heard. But he wasn't thinking about linguistics. He was thinking about the scent of her; plum wine and night-blooming flowers, something dark and intoxicating that made his head swim.
He couldn't move. Could barely think. His hand, still gripping the railing, was ice. But the rest of himā¦ all the rest of him, was on fire.
"What do you want?" The question tore from him, a ragged sound in the unnatural quiet of the train.
A slow smile bloomed on her face. "I want," she murmured, leaning closer, her breath a winter whisper against his neck, "to see how brightly a flame like yours can burn."
"What the fuck are you talking about? "He was hard. God, he was hard. The realization made him dizzy, his dick straining at the front of his jeans. His heart beat faster. Was it just adrenaline, or was it something else?
"Tell me," she whispered, and her lips brushed his throat.
It was impossible. Impossible. He wasn't that kind of man. He'd never done anything like this. But there was a stranger on a train, and her lips were touching his skin, and the thought of walking away was physically painful.
"Tell you what? "He was panting now. "Pleaseā¦"
"Tell me to stop." She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then another. Her mouth moved slowly lower, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. "Or tell me yes."
"Fuck." He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think.
"Do you know who ā what ā I am? "She slid to her knees, her fingers reaching for his belt.
He was trembling now, his body aching for her touch. She slowly opened his jeans, and took his thickness in her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue dancing along his length. She worked him expertly, her eyes meeting his, daring him to look away.
"Oh my God." He reached for her, desperate to touch her, but she moved impossibly quickly out of his reach. And then her lips were suddenly on his. It was electric, a current that sparked through him, setting every nerve alight.
Smiling, she pushed him to the floor, pinning him with her weight. Her fingers trailed down his neck, his chest, his stomach, and lower still. She slid off his boxers, and her hand found his shaft. She stroked him, her eyes never leaving his.
"Who are you?" He was barely coherent. He felt as if he was floating outside his own body, but he was hard enough to hurt.
"Would you like me to stop? " She teased her nails across the sensitive flesh.
"Fuck no." He groaned, his hips bucking under her.
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his chest, her skirt falling around his face. He inhaled her scent, and then he could think of nothing else. She slid down his body, and took his dick in her mouth again, teasing him with her tongue, tasting him, sucking him.
"You taste amazing," she whispered, sliding back up his body. Her skirt brushed his face as she rose to her knees, and then he could see nothing at all. Her legs, still covered in stockings, were spread over him, and her scent filled his senses. He reached for her, his hands moving blindly to the warmth of her thighs, and she leaned forward, pressing her body against his.
"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice was low, teasing.
"No." His hands moved up, under her skirt, caressing the curves of her ass.
"Are you sure? "She moved again, this time pressing herself against his dick, her lips brushing his ear.
"Yes."
She lifted her skirt, exposing herself to him. Her fingers trailed lightly over his skin, sending shivers through him. She shifted her weight, and he could feel the warmth of her on the tip of his hard dick.
"Oh my God."
He gripped her hips, urging her down onto him. She moaned softly, and then her eyes met his. Her pupils dilated, her lips parting, as she slowly lowered herself.
Unable to wait, he thrust upward, filling her.
She rode him hard, her hands tangled in his hair, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard. She moved faster, her hips rocking against him, her body squeezing his dick.
He couldnāt breathe. Couldn't think.
"You smell good." Her words were a whisper, her lips brushing his neck. "You feel fucking good."
He didnāt have words. Only moans.
She took his wrists and pinned them above his head, her grip as strong as iron. She was stronger than any human should be, and she didn't try to hide it. She used her strength, riding him with an intensity that made him dizzy.
"What are you?" His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.
"I'm a vampire. And I'm going to drink you dry."
She sank her fangs into his neck, the pain bright and hot. She sucked as her wetness dripped down his hardness, drawing his blood into her, her lips moving against his skin. She pulled harder, her eyes glowing red, and he felt a surge of pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain.
She released his neck, and he gasped. The wounds were already healing, but his head was spinning, his body on fire.
""You're mine now. Do you understand?"." Her words were gentle, yet impossible to resist.
His limbs wouldn't obey him. He was completely under her control, her will, her power.
"Yes." His voice was barely a whisper.
"You're mine."
"Yes."
She kissed him, her mouth soft and sweet, and he knew she tasted his pulse. She pulled him to his feet, as she bent over one of the seats. "Fuck me, now."
He gripped her ass, spreading her wide. He slipped a finger inside her, then another.
She ground her hips against him, her body tightening around his hand.
"More," she whispered. "Give me more."
Bringing his root to her wetness, he slid inside her, and she pushed back, taking him deeper. She was wet, tight, and so, so alive.
He started to move, pumping his hips in time with her moans. She was so warm. So real, so hot.
"More," she breathed.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts harder, his hands gripping her ass.
Her moans grew louder, more insistent. Her fingers dug into the seat, her body rocking back and forth.
"Don't stop," she pleaded.
He couldn't if he tried. He'd never felt this alive.
Her body tensed, her breath coming faster.
"Now," she whispered. "Give me everything."
Her back arched, her body pulsing around him. It was more than a simple orgasm. It was something primal, a wild release that seemed to fill the car with heat.
He couldnāt think. Could barely breathe.
Her eyes suddenly flashed red and she spun, her fangs sinking into his neck. The pain was a shock, but it quickly faded, replaced by a rush of pleasure that made him dizzy. His heart beat faster, his vision blurring.
She drank deeper, her hands clutching his hips, pulling him closer, drawing him into her. Her skin was cool, her breath a winter whisper.
He shuddered, his body tightening. He couldn't move. Could barely think.
His heart thundered in his ears, and then she released him, her eyes bright. He was shaking, his head spinning. He wanted her. Wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything.
"May I?" Her voice was husky, accented with something ancient.
"Yes." His voice was a hoarse whisper.
Her blood red lips met his and suddenly he was the one who was drinking. She tasted sweet and his body drunk her essence in.
She tore away, her eyes a dark shade of crimson, and whispered, "You're mine now. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he answered, feeling like a puppet.
"Good." She smiled. "Then I suggest we make use of the last bit of our privacy."
He was powerless to resist. His jacket fell to the floor, then his shirt. He didnāt remember removing her top, but somehow, her perfect breasts were free, her nipples hardening against his chest.
He pushed her to the floor and climbed on top of her. She didn't fight him, instead wrapping her legs around his waist. Her skirt was all the way hiked up, exposing the curve of her ass and the fine, silky hairs between her legs.
"Fuck me." She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, ma'am." He pressed himself against her, sliding in slow and deep.
She was tight. So tight.
And wet.
God, so fucking wet.
He pumped his hips, grinding himself into her. She moaned and tightened her grip on his hair, tugging hard.
He growled and picked up the pace, pushing deeper, harder. She writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning, her body bucking with every thrust.
She arched her back, her nails digging into his skin, and cried out.
"You're mine." Her voice was husky, accented with something ancient.
He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Say it." She cupped his chin in her hand, tilting his face up until their eyes met.
"I'm yours."
Her lips met his, the kiss hot and hungry, her tongue darting into his mouth. He tasted plum wine, the sweetness mingling with the copper tang of blood.
He could feel a strange, new power thrumming through him, a wild, untamed energy that made him feel invincible. He was strong. Faster. His senses were sharper, the scent of her arousal, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together, the frantic thump of her heart... it was all so clear. So present.
His pace quickened, the train car growing impossibly warm, the air thick with the scent of their joining. Her breath hitched with every thrust, her hips rising to meet him, her body a perfect, willing vessel for his need.
"Yes," she gasped, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Yes. Just like that."
He obliged, driving into her with a raw, desperate need that bordered on violence. He felt a primal urge to claim her, to possess her, to make her his in a way that went far beyond the physical.
He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Bite me," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty moan. "Please."
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, the image of her fangs sinking into his own neck flashing through his mind. But the urge was too strong, the need too overwhelming.
He sank his teeth into her flesh, the taste of her blood on his tongue, hot and sweet and impossibly alive. It was a shock, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that surged through him, a current of energy that made him feel like he could fly.
He felt her stiffen beneath him, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her body convulsed, her orgasm rippling through her, her inner walls clamping down on him, milking him for all he was worth.
He thrust into her one last time, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into her, his body shaking with the force of his release.
They lay there for a long moment, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and blood, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in a frantic, uneven rhythm.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. They were no longer glowing, but they were still dark, still full of a hunger that made his blood run hot.
"Jordan," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn't know how she knew his name, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but her.
"Rin," he breathed, the name feeling strange and familiar on his lips.
She smiled, a slow, sensual smile that made his heart skip a beat. "You learn fast."
He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, her body cool against his overheated skin. He ran his fingers through her hair, the silk of her strands sliding through his fingers like water.
"What now?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Now," she said, her head resting on his chest, "we hunt."
The word sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He should have been scared, should have been horrified, but all he felt was a thrill, a sense of rightness, as if he'd finally found where he belonged.
It's been a long journey, a while since I was very active on here. Alas, the lure of the tumblr layout has drawn me back. Ideal for the stories & poems I want to create & explore, those I have waylaid for far too long. Now, I have returned.
Exploring primarily erotic fantasy with a dash of sci-fi, all shall be original, though the images are AI generated... Let's have some fun
About: On a cold night, a seemingly homeless man wanders into a crowded train car. A deal has been made & he is here to execute it.
When he entered the train, a few eyes looked up and then quickly turned away. Barefoot and shivering in an open fur jacket, no one wanted to meet his eyes as he searched with a hungry gaze. Wiping at his moist brown eyes, he walked to a hurriedly abandoned corner seat and sat down, drawing his legs to his chest.
Opposite him, a child stared and waved after a little while, bringing a small smile to his face. Looking up from her phone, the child's mother wrinkled her nose and turned to her husband, gesturing further down the train.
"Just three more stops & we'll be there. There's no place else for Kimmy to seat...it's not that bad."
She stared at her husband and after some time pulled out an iPad from within her bag. "Here sweety, let's play a game."
As the child became engrossed, the train stopped and opened its doors. Those who got on quickly turned away and moved to the center of the train car, Lights flickered as the train moved and people's eyes turned to their phones.
Suddenly the lights shone brightly and with a screeching sound, the train started to shake. " Ladies & Gentlemen, there seems to be a bzndl...."
The conductor's voice got silent as the shaking intensified. Eyes looked up as screams were heard and people clung to their seats. The little child dropped the iPad and clung to her mother. As she looked up, her eyes widened.
The man smiled as smoke started to drift from his skin. "Have no fear lil one. Tonight a deal was made...It'll be okay."
As he rose, gold chains appeared around his neck and his eyes begun to smolder. Those who still stood fell to the floor, as the smoke turned to fire and a heat washed over them. Spreading his hands he breathed deep and on the exhale a loud boom was heard, followed by a flash of blinding light.
Later, it was said to be an unexplained miracle. Half of the subway car had vanished, in what seemed to be an explosion due to a cable failure. However, none of the passengers had been hurt, other than seared pieces of clothing. Instead, all had somehow appeared in another train car with no memory of what had transpired over the last few minutes...except for a little girl, who had some strange & fanciful tale of being saved by a barefoot man, who smelled of smoke with eyes of flame.
....
ImageĀ is an interior illustration for āSong of Fire,ā a short story by Rachel Pollack about the djinn from long ago hiding in New York
About: In a time of change, one who yearns for freedom makes a deal that will change everything
Picture Perfect. That's how they always wanted her to be, wanted her to look. Every photo, every meal...every date was planned down to the tiniest of details
She loathed it & yearned for the freedom of the common folk, the freedom she once had. But her every bid for freedom was denied. In their eyes, Satya Jayavant would either marry into the role they had chosen for her or she would be forced into the lowest of positions, facing even tighter restrictions
So she complied. Practiced the arts, took the pictures...but all with a slight smile. For she heard what some of them did not, what some refused to listen to and she prepared.
One day, as a painting was being done, they came to her, smiles on their faces as they proudly proclaimed that the pact had been drawn and on the morrow she would be finally married. Smiling, she hardly moved and only spoke one word.
"No."
Confused, they stared at each other and shook their heads, ready to admonish her...when the world as they knew it...crashed.
Screams echoed into the air as earthquakes hit and buildings shook. Lights poured from the sky creating rifts from which strange creatures drifted. Chaos run wild in the streets as the earth opened and lightning struck upwards. People floated into the sky while others stared wide eyed as shapes, shadows & figures of light stepped from the rifts.
Amidst the chaos & the destruction, Satya stood up and smiled at her family. "They told me you no longer listened...they told me that I would be one of the few."
As shadows begun to form behind her, she continued..."I have waited so long for this. The Hunt's are no more...From now on, I forge a new path, a new destiny. No longer shall I cower. No longer shall you rule. Now, we do things my way."
From within the shadows, ethereal light poured forth passing around her and engulfing her family. Frozen they could only watch as a figure stepped out by her and spoke.
"So it begins. Jayavant who turned away...Jayavant who forgot, now you shall witness & bow to her might.
Light engulfed the room, as the chaos continued outside.
Her touch was a dream
Everything I needed
Everything I craved
And in the throes of passion
The outside seemed to fade,
Till all that remained
Was the sweet taste of her lips
The warmth of her body
And the moans of pleasure
About: A lover of art comes across a dark dream she's been yearning for, one that's been waiting for her...eager to consume and to give
In the distance, he appeared & she was entranced. Standing tall, like a figure out of myth, her eyes roamed his body and she smiled.
"Looks like tonight's gonna be interesting after all." As she drew closer, her heart begun to race and she took a deep breath. The few people in the gallery seemed to flow around them and in her mind, she took that as a sign that they were destined to meet.
Coming to a stop beside him, she licked her lips and spoke "So, are you part of the performance...an art piece we're here to admire?"
He finally raised his face and for a split second, she swore his eyes shimmered. As he spoke, his deep voice and slow smile sent a slight shiver down her spine.
"No...I've actually been waiting...for you."
"Have you now?"
"Yes. Look around us. Do you notice how no one's looking...how we seem to be in a world of our own?"
For the first time she hesitated...and then she remembered her dream. A dream she had pleasured herself to...a dream that kept coming again and again and seemed so real each time. Until it stopped months ago.
But now, it was happening! Was this another dream or was it real?
"Only one way to find out...Come with me." And he stretched out his hands.
This was where it normally ended. "What do I do?"
"Will you spend your life wondering what could have happened or will you take the chance you've dreamed of?"
Heart racing, she made her choice and took his hands, letting him lead her into a secluded room. As the door closed, he turned to her and smiled and a heat begun to rise.
"So, what now?"
He stepped up to her, gently passing his fingers on her lips. "Now, what you've desired for so long begins. It's time for freedom, for passion...for a new beginning."
As his fangs pierced her neck, she moaned in pleasure and finally knew that this was no longer just a dream. It was going to be all that she'd craved and more.
Walk through the gate; she awaits.
Not a queen or an empress,
But a goddess,
Muse, Healer, Soul Speaker,
If you are worthy,
Only then will she appear
And in you,Ā
Creation shall bloom
And your true power shall awaken,
But first you must overcome your fear.
Dare to enter the depths,
Filled with a dark that is both frightening and powerful,
Mysterious but true,
All illusion shall disappear,
Shall you endeavour?
Or shall you remain in fear?
Unlock the gates,
She awaits.
~Fable Soham OM 11.3.2020
Welcome to your future; perhaps something you didnāt see coming, but shit is going pretty much where youād expect. Corporations are the real power, and youāre still free to be and do mostly whatever you want. Work a shit job, climb the corporate ladder or strike out on your own and create something unique...or any one of the other shit jobs thatās out there.
Me? Iām one of those who took a shit job and turned it into gold. Maybe even a diamond in the rough. See, I find people like you for the higher ups, when you fuck up. Cause thereās always someone who fucks up and thereās always a price to pay. Now, only question is, are you going to come in the easy way or the hard way?Ā
Who here has seen Bahubali (Baahubali) 1& 2? One of India's best & most successful movies ever, especially in the action/fantasy genre! š š Released in 2015 & 2017 respectively, these epic movies where both shot in the Tamil & Telugu languages, then dubbed into other languages. A must watch for any movie/film buff! š India has some pretty amazing movies, with the only downside being that I can't seem to see/find enough with English subtitles. Indian cinema is amazing š https://www.instagram.com/p/BopmcxCHlVf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jvf51ywakef0
This is literally the most heart warming story I have read on Twitter so far.
I think this is exactly what friends should do, and I feel everyone deserves people like this.
