Sorry for the lack of posting yesterday…work was insane. Barely got a break.
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Technology hates me.
Laptop died. Harddrive damaged and will cost hundreds to recover.
Old laptop is in use, but audio drivers won’t install, so no sound, and runs on AC power only.
Hinge on old netbook so cracked it’s hard to open and close it.
Phone constantly reboots for no reason.
Tumblr frequently crashes on my tablet.
Just went to use my old Kindle and discovered the screen is damaged beyond repair for absolutely no reason.
Just so damn frustrated. I think I might have to sell another story packet to raise money to start fixing this stuff. Stay tuned.
PS: Anyone want to sell me an old Kindle 3?
Someone sets a cup on my desk. The hand sets it down by the lid, which detaches perfectly, revealing a beautiful display of a leaf drawn in foam and a puff of whipped cream. “Oh shit. Oh good it didn’t fall over,” says the familiar voice. I glance up from my computer. There was Ollie, the hottest guy in the office, with his neatly trimmed beard, flannel shirt, and hipster glasses. Warm smile. Forest-scented cologne. “Um,” Ollie says again.
“Is this for me?” I inquire, surprised. I didn’t ask for it, and Ollie doesn’t normally ask me when he goes on coffee runs.
“Yeah,” he says, sounding a little nervous. “I just…I heard what happened with your client bailing on paying you, and that just sucks. No one should have to cry at work. I really admire the graphic work you do. And it’s freakin’ cold today so um. Figured it might cheer you up.”
I stare at Ollie astonished. My cheeks feel warm. “Wow. That’s just – really nice of you. So nice of you, Ollie. Yeah it does suck, and I am going to sue his ass, but it’s so nice to hear that someone does think I do good work around here.” I pick up the cup and smell it. “Ohh it’s chai.”
Ollie smiles wide. “Fyew. I’m glad you like it.”
I smile back. “Thank you Ollie.” There’s an awkward moment of silence, then he starts to go and I say, “Hey.”
Ollie pauses. “Yes?”
“Um…I’m having trouble picking a color palette for this new job. It’s a natural clothing company, but they’re sick of green and brown. Think I could get your opinion on it?”
Ollie brightens. “Yeah, for sure. Let me go get my pantones.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
He jogs off and I take a moment to sip my chai. It’s delicious and fills my chest with warmth. I no longer feel like I’m going to burst into tears again at any second. I mean, the hottest guy in the office just brought me chai. My day just got instantly better. When Ollie comes back, I pull up a chair for him and we work side by side…and I get to smell that cologne all I want. My heart won’t stay still the entire time. I’m sure something is wrong with me, but I could watch him finger his pantone swatch cards all day.
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Captions are fictional.
Wiener Wiener, Sir @perceptivedominance‘s Meat for Dinner… ;-P
Damn, lucky boy to be fed such a large portion for dinner!
Since my normal laptop has malfunctioned and died, I pulled out its predecessor out from under the bed and turned it back on so I could have something solid to write on in the meanwhile.
Hello Windows XP, AIM, and uh…ok, I totally forgot that I installed a font called ‘cocksure’ that makes all your letters look like dicks.
I was loading the dishwasher when I heard a very unusual noise. Well, the noise in itself wasn’t so unusual. It was very much like the sound of a dog barking. Matter of fact, I was almost sure that is that it was. But what made it so unusual, is that it sounded close. Matter of fact, it sounded like it was coming from inside of my house. This would not have alarmed me, except for the fact that I don’t own a dog. Complicating matters, my boyfriend was a pup in heart and mind… But last I checked he did not possess the magical ability to turn into a dog. Also, I know for a fact that his dog noises are good – but not that good. As if he heard me, I heard a series of barks that were distinctly his.
Confused, I washed my hands and dried them, then I put the towel over my shoulder and went to locate the source. It sounded like it was coming from the front of the house.
Sure enough, it was. When I turn down the hallway I could see my pup’s eager butt wagging in anticipation as he continued to bark at something. Then, I heard this strange realistic barking sound again. When I came into view, I was astonished. Sticking his head through our doggie door – it had come with the house – was a young puppy. A real puppy. I laughed. It looks so cute and helpless stuck there, wedged in the small rectangle. My boy was obviously delighted by his new furry friend. They were batting at each other; my boy was trying to hit the real dog on the head. The creature was enjoying the play, although he was very obviously stuck.
“My goodness,” I said. “Okay, hold on.”
Carefully, I opened the door and extracted the puppy out backwards. He did not have a collar, and appeared to be a little dirty. I took him inside, as it was cold outside, and when I et him down he launched himself at my boy and they began one of the most adorable displays of cuteness that I had ever seen, wrestling and playing with each other. The little dog must have been a Bern or some other large breed of dog, because it had quite large paws for its tiny size. I sat there watching, until they were both tired. I gave them water. Funny enough, I did not have any real dog food so the lucky thing got to get real scraps of ham from my fridge.
The little one stayed with us overnight, and he was not without company. He slept curled up with my boy in his bed. I honestly did not want to go to sleep, I just wanted to stare at them all night and let my teeth rot from how adorably sweet they were. The next day, I took the dog to a vet, and a scan revealed that it had a chip. When the owners were contacted, they explained that the dog was too much for them to handle with the baby; so when it got out, they just let it go. I was furious. Why would you adopt a dog with a baby on the way in the first place? The previous owner said that it had essentially been a free dog, handed over from a cousin who had a breeding practice, and the pup was deemed unfit for show. That only made me more angry. Plus the little dog had matted fur, and a parasite!
I did not even think twice about paying for its treatment. Matter of fact, it was starting to look like that little dog was going home with me too. Well, we would likely make a trip to the Groomer’s before we went home…
When I came home, carrying a happy, healthy, and clean little dog, my boyfriend went absolutely crazy that I let him keep the dog. I loved seeing him so happy, and I was relieved that he had someone to pup out with when I couldn’t be there for him.
People often compliment me on our beautiful dog Hojicha . Many people ask how we got him. A lot of people assume we paid a lot of money for him. Very few actually believe that our sweet dog simply walked up to her home and decided to adopt us. I’ve often found that the best things in life happen by accident. I had no idea my boy was into pup play until months after we began dating. At first, I thought it was weird, but he grew on me and now I find it charming and fun – and sexy. The best part is that I get to be the alpha of the pack. Having two dogs look up at you with love and trust when I get home is the favorite part of my day.
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Captions are fictional.
You know you’ve stayed up too late writing because you just spelled ‘until’ as ‘intul’, and it takes you two tries to make that that red line underneath it go away.
“Wow,” Reese breathed. “Oh my god, Master, it’s beautiful!”
“It is spectacular isn’t it? The photos did not do it justice.” Nicholas walked up to where his boy was standing.
“I am just so touched that you brought me here …for our special night.” Reese turned toward his Sir, who was standing next to him, carrying a box. When their eyes met, Reese instinctively dropped to his knee.
“You may continue standing, boy.”
Reese came back up to full height. “Yes, Master.” His eyes darted to the box in his Master’s hands.
“I have been waiting so very, very long for this day, Reese. When I laid my eyes on you in Finnigan’s bar, I knew. I just knew. You were mine.”
Reese blushed. “I’m astonished to hear that Sir, considering I was over Finnigan’s knee getting a bare bottomed spanking for breaking a tray full of dishes.”
Nicholas laughed. “Well, you weren’t cut out for waitering, boy. I know you just loved being there because it was a leather bar.”
Reese gave a sheepish simle and rubbed the back of his neck. “Busted.”
“But you also had – and have – a very cute bottom.”
“Thank you Sir.” The color of Reese’s cheeks darkened.
Nicholas took a step forward and gazed out over the sea. “I could not wait to get my gloves on you. But to imagine we would progress this far…”
Reese bit his lip. He was sure he could hear his Master’s voice hitch. “…Sir?”
“Undress for me, Reese.”
“Yes sir.”
“No. Wait. I will do it for you.” Nicholas said suddenly. He set the box on a table, and then turned his attention to his boy. He patiently peeled off his t-shirt, folded it, then set it on the same table. Off went the boy’s belt, his jeans, his socks, his shoes. Nicholas gave Reese’s bottom a few squeezes, and Reese’s balls were not ignored either after the jockstrap came off. Reese’s cock was safe and clean in its cage.
When the jockstrap was set on the rest of his clothes, Nicholas turned to face his boy. His mouth made a “o” shape, and he sighed in awe at the sight of his near-naked submissive standing in front of the beautiful vista. That lump returned. “Goddamn,” Nicholas muttered. “Kneel,” he then said, hoarsely.
Reese dropped to his knees, securing his hands behind his back, and bowing his head. Nicholas undid the necklace around his neck, then removed the key on it. He used it to remove the lock securing the industrial chain of links around Reese’s neck. It hit the floor with a thud. “Today, you are no longer a submissive in training. You are no longer a reserved boy. From today, and hence forth, you are an owned boy. You belong to me. You always have been, and now you may carry a symbol of it where-ever you go.” Nicholas swallowed hard. God, he told himself he wouldn’t cry! “Stand, boy.”
Reese stood, trembling. Nicholas turned to the box on the table and removed the lid. He pulled out a stunning circlet with fine lines etched into the metal to give it an artistic, yet masculine feel. Nicholas paused to note how weird it was to see Reese without anything on his neck, and realized that he hated it. He quickly put the circlet around his boy’s bronzed neck and pressed the latch into place. Reese made an emotional noise when it clicked. Nicholas sighed in pleasure, then lifted Reese’s chin with his finger. “Congratulations on earning my collar, boy.” Tears slid down his face.
Reese began to sob in open, and Nicholas embraced him. Reese squeezed him so hard in return that he felt his Master’s ribs contract under his grip. “Thank you, Master,” he hiccuped. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much Master!”
“Not nearly as much as I love you,” Nicholas replied, his voice ragged.
A soft rain began to fall. They paused to watch the natural event, then Nicholas took Reese’s hand and guided him to the bed to consumate their bond.
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Captions are fictional.
Fenrir cocked the gun and raised it. His heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of him. “Get. the. fuck. away. from. him.” Each word was spat, not said, each vowel tipped with acid.
Will looked over his shoulder, furious at being interrupted. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you are trespassing and need to leave. This is not your business.”
Fen growled. “It is my business. Avery is not consenting. Now you better get off of my boy or I will shoot you.” Fen matched Will’s piercing dark stare. He very badly wanted to look at Avery’s face, but knew his terror and fear would be distracting. He would not be able to look away, and Will would then get the upper hand.
Will did not move. Fen cocked the gun, and fired it at Will’s feet. Will cursed; Avery screamed and began to sob.
“Move.” Fen said. He was bluffing calm. Inside he was so angry it felt like lava was flowing through his veins and that he could feel his rage deep in his marrow. The adrenaline was still coursing hard, as it had been when he’d gotten a frantic text message from Avery: Please come over, this guy won’t let me leave and I’m terrified he’s going to rape me. He took my phone, but he went to the bathroom. 3935 Hemlock.
Fen hadn’t replied. He hadn’t called the cops either. They wouldn’t do anything until a crime actually occurred. No, this was a problem a gun could solve. He just jumped into his car and sped over to the address; he didn’t even put on a shirt. Fen was so relieved he had gotten here in time. Avery had been his best friend from childhood. Fen was always sure they’d end up together, but the timing was never right. Well, he’d finally got it right.
Will snickered. “No…you are too chicken to shoot me. You are going to stand there and watch as I give this little slutty cocktease what he wants. It’ll be hot with someone else watching, won’t it? You always wanted my cock, baby, right from the beginning…” He cupped Avery’s cheek, which made him whimper.
That sent Fen over the line. “I told you not to touch him!” and he fired the gun. The bullet sank into the back of Will’s thigh, missing his artery by an inch. Blood splattered and Will fell back, howling. Avery was crying hard. Fen jogged over and pulled him up. “Get behind me.” Avery clung to him, naked and shaking. Fen waited, gun raised. But Will was broken. He was apologizing and begging someone to call 911.
Fen lowered his gun. “Avery honey, go get your clothes and meet me in the car.”
“I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You have to be strong for me. Go ahead and get your clothes, and we’ll walk out together then ok?”
Avery didn’t answer, then Fen heard him take a deep breath and felt him pull away from his body. Avery gathered his clothes and ran back to his hiding spot behind Fen. Fen walked them backwards out of the house.
In the car, Fen locked the doors, and called 911. Then, they drove away. Fen took Avery to the police to make a report and leave the gun, then took the boy home.
Fen imagined Avery would want a shower and then hide under the covers, but Avery wanted something else. He wanted intimacy. Fen made him ask twice if that was what he wanted, and Avery pleaded. So Fen took him to bed and made love to him proper, claiming him once and for all.
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Captions are fictional. So I said I wasn’t posting this weekend, but then this picture showed up on my dash.
Just lost my whole post because my tablet crashed for no reason. I give up. I’m not posting the rest of this weekend. Sorry.