Tease part 2

 You lay there trying to calm your breath as you hear her footsteps swiftly move out of the room and away. A heavy pant still as the warmth of her touch fades from you quickly and the cool night air begins to chill your skin. Moments pass as if eons were flying. Your mind reeling after everything that had just happened in such a short period of time.

 

Slowly you bring your hand to your face and gently touch the spot where her lips pressed against your cheek. You sift up and begin removing the blindfold; a chiffon scarf, shimmering violet in the faint light. The faint scent of lilac and honey drifts slowly towards you as you look towards the door. You begin to look around and see that you are in her guest room. The canopy bed you lay on is covered in similar shades of violet and red curtains falling from the top.

 

You lay there for some time and lay back down. Wrapping yourself in the silk linens, remaining as she had left you. As sleep begins to take you, your mind wanders to one simple thought. Warmth.

 

 

As the sun pierces through the window and creeps its way toward your face you wake to the new day. Rousing from your sleep you stretch and find that a new set of clothing has been set out for you on the chair across the room. A simple set of work clothes for you to continue with your carpentry work.

 

You get dressed and take care of your basic needs before heading out to continue working on the stable for the lady of the house. The sun beats down on you as you toil away finishing the stalls for the horses that are to arrive in the coming weeks. Many times, you see her throughout the day. Handling the affairs of the house in elegance.

 

One of the maids comes by with food and drink and chuckles softly as she catches you staring. “Now now, you mustn’t stare at her. She is the Lady of our House. We are humble servants.” You nod, of course, that is who you and who she is. Yet, there is more. So much more there. “Enjoy your food and don’t work so late like last night.” She says while pointedly staring at the mark on your neck. With that the young maid walks away, humming happily to herself the tunes of the land.

 

As the sun begins to set you put away your tools and head to the kitchen to enjoy a light meal before heading to the pond behind the manor. It’s a simple pond, nestled gently behind the manor with a small shoreline and some rock outcroppings. You strip silently, placing your clothes upon a stump before wading into the water to rinse off the day’s grime. The night is calm, with a few clouds passing through an otherwise empty sky.

 

You lay back and gently float against the water gazing at the moon and the stares. As you are about to decide to go inside you notice some movement on the rocks above you and see her. The moon silhouetting her form as she stands at the peak of the rock staring down at you. She jumps, gliding through the air and diving into the water with barely a splash to even prove she was there. You begin to swim towards where you saw her go when she slowly rises out of the water.

 

She smiles at you before softly saying “did you sleep well, my pet? Were you comfortable in my bed?” For a person normally so bold you find yourself at a loss to speak. You simply nod as you watch her begin to float around behind you. “Were you wishing for more to have happened?” As she runs her nail across your neck, scraped the mark she left last night. You nod again, trying to watch her as she moves around you. “Do you wish more were to happen now?” she says having come full circle around you and staring intently at your eyes.

 

“Yes” you manage to say in barely in whisper, “please.” With this she laughs. A soft laugh that flitters along the edge of the water and through you. She crooks her finger at you and swims towards one of the alcoves, out of sight of the manor and still well lit by the moon. You watch her as she directs you to sit on the edge of the alcove, washed smooth from the years of the tiny waves.

 

As you sit there, she comes out of the water and for the first time you see her as she has seen you. She smiles as you sit there mesmerized at her seemingly ethereal form. “You wanted to see me so badly last night. You almost did, against my desire but you controlled yourself for me.” She comes to sit next to you and slowly slides her hand across your face and down your neck leaning closely. “And you so desperately wanted to touch me with your own hands, did you not?”

 

She takes your hand in hers and slowly raises it up. “Do as I do and nothing more” she says with her lips grazing your ear, “and perhaps you may get more than you have bargained for this night.” With that she places your hand upon her collar and places her own hand on yours. As she stares into your eyes, she slowly trails her fingers down from your collar and to your chest. Pausing at the scar just above your breast to trace its roughness before continuing her journey down.

 

As you follow her motions and feel your hand begin to rise with her breast she moves towards the center of your chest as and you follow. Feeling the smoothness of her skin as you both trace the line of your chests. As you reach beneath the midline she starts moving up as you had so desired. To feel her nipples as she had teased you about the night prior before she swiftly moves her hand back down and to your midriff. She pulls her hand away “move backward, against the wall pet” and as you do, she sits in front of you again and places her hand back on your midsection. She moves herself closer to you “put your legs around mine” she commands are you slowly moves her hand lower and towards your navel.

 

She then moves her hand even lower as and she comes closer to your manhood she stops “Move your hand no further” and you let out the softest whimper at this before catching yourself. Hoping she hadn’t heard you make such a sound you see her raise and eyebrow at you as she moves her hand lower and tracing around the base of you before palming the top of your glans. “So excited for this, aren’t you?” She softly mocks as she rubs your excitement over you. The sensation making you twitch in pleasure not yet known. She stops and raises her hand to her mouth before slowly licking it and letting out of soft hum.

 

She then takes your hand and lowers it, and you feel how excited she is as well. “Please me well with just your hand and….” She trails off leaving you to imagine what might be. You gently begin to rub not on, but around her pearl. Moving down every so often to trace the entrance to her warmth before returning to torment her. Her face gives you no sign that she is enjoying this, but you can feel it in the tiny motions of her hips. The small undulations of her trying to get you to enter her or to rub directly on her.

You tease her as she teased you the night before. Every so often you would dip just barely inside her or you would just barely rub too close to her pearl and make contact before quickly retreating away. You see her mask begin to drop as you see her mouth begin to open as she breaths heavier. Closer and closer still you tease her until you finally enter her and she gasps aloud. This time it is your turn to chuckle as you feel her fall against you and shake softly. A soft moan escaping her lips as you feel her push down on your hand.

 

As she begins to regain control of her breathing and her body she leans back from you smiling. “What a good pet I have” she says before backing away from you and falling backwards into the water. Swimming towards the shower she leaves you there still excited in your own way. Your hand drenched in her excitement as you watch her climb out of the water and walk toward the manor. Not looking back to see the mess she had left you in.

A Flash

You sit there patiently waiting. She told you to sit in this chair, facing this window. Watching the storm clouds roll in as the night became darker, you muse about what she wanted of you at this hour. The rain began to spatter against the window as time crept slowly forward. You never heard the door behind you open as time passed and, in a voice just barely louder than the rain you hear her say "do nothing unless I command it." The voice was so soft and yet harsh. You know her to be a gentle woman in passing but something of this night and the way she sounded made you know to not disobey her command.

Lightning flashed in the distance and as the thunder followed, you jumped as you feel her hand coil around the front of your neck. Her nails were sharp as talons while her hand was softer than silk. You gulped, the movement caused one of her nails to pierce your flesh, and you feel a trickle drop of blood begin to form in that very spot. She chuckled at this reaction to her presence and moved so that her lips would graze your ear as she said "oh, my dear, did I surprise you? Did you not realize how close I had become?"

You do not reply. You couldn't. You knew you were safe, right? Yet you were terrified of her all the same. You simply shook your head no as you felt her lower her face to your neck and gently lick the spot she has pierced with a chuckle as she feels you shiver beneath her.

The storm continued to pick up outside and as it did, you feel her disappear from behind you. A bright flash of light lit the room up for a moment before you are plunged back into darkness as the room shook from thunder. As the thunder subsided a single candle was brought to life, pushing the darkness away. The light was just bright enough to be seen in the window and with this the reflection of what was behind you. Of what you are forbidden from looking at directly.

There it was that she stood, just upon this side of the candle. Her form silhouetted by the light of a single flame. You begin to turn your head before hearing a single click before you stop and immediately return to looking straight ahead. “Good pet,” is all she says, slow and sultry. The words a reward you did not even know you desired as you sit up that little bit straighter, and she chuckles.

Watching through the reflection on the window, she begins to dance. Smooth, fluid motions as the clothes she wears fall upon the floor one article at a time. As if she wore nothing but wisps of smoke after another one flutters to the ground till she holds but one single piece of sheer cloth wrapping around her as she moves closer and closer to you.

This last cloth she removes entirely and slides as if rope around her abdomen, betwixt her arms and along her torso as she slides across the floor. The cloth then used to blind you as she wraps it soft and yet securely around your face. She leans in close and says softly “Stand.” Trust, that is all you have as you do so for her. “Turn towards me,” and you turn towards where you heard her last speak. “Now strip, for me.” This final command causes you to shiver.

Slowly and clumsily, you begin to undress. Unsure of how you look as you do so you hope that it is appealing for her. You feel a gentle touch on your shoulder as you remove your shirt. A light scratch of a single nail down your spine, as you lower to undo your pants. You shiver as you feel her breath along your neck as you remove your final articles of clothing. You feel her gently guiding you, making you walk backwards, without a word till you suddenly feel her shove against your shoulders. With a gasp you fall upon the bed, though you do not remember the room you were in having one.

As you lay there you feel her crawling upon the bed towards you. Her hands grasping your thighs, slowly sliding up towards your abdomen. You feel her hair along your calves and her breath coming to rest, warm and damp upon you. You feel her take you in her hand and shudder as she blows cool air across the tip. Then, with little warning, engulfing you in the warmth of her mouth. As you reactively thrust upwards, she pushes your hips back down and pulls back chuckling “behave now.” You Feel her sit up, straddling your legs as the cool air of the room dries you.

“I am so proud of you. Keeping your hands at your sides must be so difficult.” She says teasingly, “You must be aching to reach out and touch me. To see how you hand feels against my side, my back, my breasts.” She pushes your legs apart and slides up on just one of your legs and presses down. You feel your leg become damp as she begins to slowly rock back and forth. “To feel my nipples as you feel your leg be used” she says as she lets a soft moan escape her lips.

“But that will have to be for another night, my pet.” She says painfully abruptly.” Lay still for a few moments after I leave the room then you may remove your blindfold. Goodnight.” She leans forward and kisses you softly on the cheek before slowly climbing off you, kissing your chest as she leaves you in the darkness and with nothing but the sound of your own ragged breath to keep you company.

 

Victory.

Fight.

Get up.

I'm not going to ask you to do it. I'm telling you.

Get up.

Get up now.

And fight.

Fight for it. Fight for it and win it.

I don't have to tell you this, I don't have to tell you that life is not easy. The world is mean, its nasty and there are countless people out there hoping that you will fail and that you fail hard. There are people out there that want to use you till there is nothing left for them to use and then they will cast you aside as if you are nothing more than the wrapper for their happy meal.

So get up and fight for it.

You have a dream, you've gotta fight to keep it. You have to want it, need it. You have to need it more than you need to eat. More than you need to breath. You have to need that dream with every fiber of your being and than you have to need it that much more. No one else is going to fight for your dream. No one else is going to be there to push you along more than yourself ever can because the first person and the last person that you have to defeat on this path is yourself.

You are your biggest enemy. Your highest wall. The tallest tower. The widest river and the deepest gorge. You are your own worst enemy in this fight to obtain your dream.

But you are also your greatest ally.

No one else can tell you that you CAN do this as well as yourself. No one else can convince you that you are strong. That it doesn't hurt. That it isn't going to end in failure. Other than you. Everyone else is a voice, a whisper on the wind. But your minds voice is the one that matters. It is the booming echo that you hear every time you slip saying

GET UP!

It is the one mocking you when you do one less saying

FAILURE!

It is the sound you here when you finally break that plateau and it screams

SUCCESS!

Louder than anyone else you will hear your minds voice as it belittles you and encourages you. Tells you what you can and cannot do. Silence its negativity. Bolster is positive energy. Take control of your mind and control of your body.

Do not let someone else tell you that you cannot do it. That you cannot win. That you cannot succeed. That you can't get that job, that person, that thing  that want that need that desire. They are not you. They are not the authority of your life. They are not the one who gets to make that decision.

You are. You and only you can tell you what you can and cannot do. You and only you can tell you that you will succeed or you will fail. You can fall down Nine hundred and ninety nine times and get back up for that one thousandth fall, but it might not come because that thousandth time will be the time that finally, you break the plateau and your mind screams out.

VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Never tell me its impossible.

Don't.

Don't fucking tell me that it is impossible.

Why?

Because it simply is NOT impossible.

We are one of the most versatile and adaptable species on the planet. We are able to make great advances in technology, physics and science. So when you tell me something is impossible it takes every ounce of my being not to yell at you.

To many times I have heard or seen someone say "I can't do it. Its impossible. I'm to this, or I'm to that." Do not, give me, that bullshit. Do not tell me that lie! I know that it is not impossible. True. Right now, this instant. You cannot do that. You can't run. You can't workout. You can't excel. You can't get to where you want to be. But that is right now. At this exact moment in time.

A man once said that just because I can't do it today. Doesn't mean that I'm not going to be able to do it some day.

Did you hear that? Did you hear what that man said? Those are the words of a man who had lost the ability to walk, who was told by countless doctors "You will never run again." He gained weight. He lost all hope. Than an amazing thing happened. He tried. He didn't just try once. Or twice. No, he tried COUNTLESS times to walk. To just move of his own volition without the help of a walker, of canes of anyone. It  took him 6 months.

Six long painful months. Six months of falling on his face. Six months of emberassing himself. Six months of continuous painful effort. He lost 100 pounds. He got into a better shape. but you know the most important thing that happened to him? He not only was able to walk again. No, that's the easy thing. This man could RUN. He could run like he had remembered running.

He never gave up. He never quit. He refused to accept defeat and because of that determination. Because of the  hope that he held deep in his heart and soul he was able to not only able to walk again. But he was able to run and run swiftly.

The whole take away from this is that you are not weak. You are not powerless. Sure, for the time being it may SEEM to be impossible. But in the end, when it truly comes down to it you can do it. You can push yourself through the pain, the agony and the embarrassment. You can rise victorious through it all and stand at the top of the mountain and scream at the top of your lungs "I am here! I did it! AND I AM STRONG AGAIN!"

Alone

I like eating alone and reading alone.

I like to game alone and go out hiking alone.

It lets me cool off and center myself, readjusting to how things are.

But when I see happy families, My menage e trois roommates, or an old friend laughing with his lover.

I realize, that even though I am alright being alone. I do not honestly like being alone.

True, I have learned a lot about myself. I know my habits pretty well, how I enjoy certain things and I branch out from time to time. But when I'm alone, I'm all there is and I don't do a whole lot.

But when I'm with someone. I do so much random shit because I don't like just sitting there with them. I like going out and doing things with that person. Sure, sometimes just sitting there is that thing that we do, but sometimes what we do is random goofy shit. And I really like that.

I like being 'a dork' or arguing over who is sexier. (Me). I liker pushing someone to be better and having someone challenge me to be smarter. Stronger. Swifter. The challenge presented in a relationship is so much more there than I seem to find when I'm alone.

Suire. One can push themselves when they are alone. I'll do it from time to time. But I find myself to be my best when I am not alone.

So sure I like doing things when I'm alone and I'm alright when I'm alone.  But I realize.... I don't really fancy being alone.

Only human?

"You know, we have a saying on earth. We say: "I'm only human." We say it because we're vulnerable, we say it because we know we're afraid, but it doesn't mean we're weak. ... Don't give in to fear. Fight it. Fight it with me."

-Hal Jordan

There is a saying that I've grown up hearing a lot. "You're only human."   Its a saying I did not readily understand. A saying that in turn came to meaning to me that you are weak. You have a limit. Your body and mind is only capable of so much. That you can only do this, that you cannot over come this plateau. That in order for the world to work, there must be those who have no talent. There must be those that do not have some sort of innate skill. That do not have this magical ability to do this one thing or set of things exceptionally well.

You know what? I call bullshit. I call fucking bullshit you belittling bastard of a universe!

You know why I call bullshit? Its because of things that I have seen. People I have met, but most importantly, its because of someone that never existed. Yes, a fictional character made me realize something.

The past couple of years I've been watching an Anime known as Naruto and its expansion Naruto Shippuuden. There is a character in that series known as Rock Lee. This character is unique in the series as he is incapable of using a combat technique summarily known as Ninjustu where one channels their Chakra (energy) to form attacks. He simply is incapable of using Chakra. So he relies entirely on Taijutsu. A style of fighting and combat techniques that rely entirely on hand to hand combat.

In the beginning, he is told he can never be a ninja. He simply cannot use Chakra so he simply cannot be a ninja. He refuses. No, refuses is to soft a word. He spurns the very idea that he will never be a ninja. So he trains. He trains day in and day out. Without fail. Without rest. Never giving up. Never quitting. He dedicates himself to becoming a ninja in the only way that he knows how to.  Through hard work, dedication and perseverance, he pushes through. He does this, despite those who told him he could not do it. Despite those that mocked him, belittled him and doubted him. He performs this act and he excels. He becomes a greater Ninja than many others, gaining him the respect and admiration of many, including his superiors. For he showed that he was able to overcome insurmountable odds and become a ninja where others had simply given up or failed.

I have seen people do the very same thing in life. I have seen a man who was told he would never walk again, let alone run due to spinal injuries curse his doctors and spite them. It took him over a year, but with hard work and dedication, not only did he learn to shamble and eventually walk. He learn to run. He cursed the odds. Spit in the face of challenge and pushed.

So yes. We ARE only human. And humans are an INCREDIBLE creature. We see challenges. We see obstacles in our way and we can over come them. We can see strength and weakness and we can choose. We can choose whether we fall to the weakness and raise about and become strong.

So I refuse to believe that as a human being I have limits. I refuse to believe that as a human being there will ever be something that I cannot do, that there are things that are impossible. Anything is possible, anything can be done. The only thing that will ever stand between you and success.

Is yourself.

Vacinations and why they are important.

So, recently everyone has probably heard about the outbreak of measles at Disneyland, here is a link to an up to date article stating there are currently 87 cases of Measles now due to that outbreak.

[url=http://www.koaa.com/story/27945685/measles-outbreak-that-began-at-disneyland-grows-to-87-cases]Measles outbreak that began at Disneyland grows to 87 cases[/url]

The question is simple, why did this outbreak happen? Well, it all started back in 1998. A British doctor by the name of Andrew Wakefield put forth a belief that the MMR, Measles Mumps and Rubella, Vaccine was linked to bowel disease and autism. A medical journal known as the Lancet, which still circulates today, picked up on Doctor Wakefield's article about how the MMR Vaccine was said to be causing autism in children. Speaking from that perspective, it could be seen as an odd possibility that the MMR vaccine was causing autism as many "eye witnesses" stated they would see their children instantly change their mannerisms the moment the vaccine was introduced into their blood stream. So, for a period of time Doctor Wakefield's work was believed, people were terrified of vaccinating their children  and with heavy hitters like Jenny McCarthy advocating against the vaccination of children, the anti-vaccination movement really took off.

Fortunately, people started looking into Doctor Wakefield's work. Not a single researcher was able to replicate or reproduce in any way Wakefield's findings or confirm his hypothesis of the association between the MMR vaccine and autism or any other disease. However, in 2004 they found that he had a massive conflict of interest. He had been paid by a law board to find some form of evidence that the MMR vaccine had harmed children in an effort to support a litigation case by disgruntled parents.

Wakefield had his license revoked, was incarnated and will spend a rather large amount of time in jail for the lies he made people believe and the damage he has caused.

Now, lets take a look at this lovely picture provided by a group known by upworthy.com

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This graph is from 2012, so it is slightly outdated, but it shows CLEARLY the effect that vaccines have had on preserving human life. Diseases like Polio and Smallpox, where once they had 100% mortality rates? Now are wiped out, we do not see them anymore. Measles? From what was once a major threat, it had dwindled to 61 cases for that YEAR, but due to this recent outbreak we had 87 cases already.

Diseases that horribly maimed, scared, disfigured or out right killed children. Some eradicated, some hobbled so heavily  they have become non-issues. But due to the movement of those who are against vaccinations due to a paper written by a fraudulent fool, some of these diseases will be on the rise. Putting people at risk.

My main issue is this. We have  a vaccine that effectively and SAFELY can erradicate any chance you/your child has of getting a disease that can maim, debilitate or kill, yet you refuse to give this child it based on your foolish belief. Yes, I will call your belief foolish and irrational. Your actions put the lives of those who are incapable of having the vaccine administered to them due to one or more medical conditions at risk. These individual rely on herd immunity, where the vast majority of the group has an immunity to a certain disease, to keep them from getting ill. However, because you were foolish and callously refused the vaccine for yourself or your child, you put them in harms way. A person who would otherwise be safe.

If for some reason you believe that there is any link, what so ever, between a vaccine, any vaccine and autism, please, view the link provided here.

[url=http://www2.aap.org/immunization/families/faq/VaccineStudies.pdf]Case Studies[/url]

In that pdf is a list of various studies down on vaccines. They will even link you to the specific study if you want more information. However, each has a nifty TL:DR for you showing that not once, in any of those studies, involving thousands upon thousands of children, did they ever find any link between vaccines and autism. While they did find side effects, many of which, not all because seizures suck(read into those sections -.-), were negligible with proper medical care.

So please, for the sake of not just your child. But your neighbors child, the elderly person who never was able to get a vaccine and is now to weak to, the person with an auto-immune disease that prevents them from protecting their self. Vaccinate yourself and your child. You do nothing other than foolishly put people in harms way and possibly death's own path by not doing so.


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Here is some more information on measles and it  does to the human body.

[url=http://www.buzzfeed.com/virginiahughes/what-measles-outbreak-actually-looks-like#.iu223W8n8]Measles symptoms[/url]