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[08 May 2008|10:23am] |
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So I spent yesterday walking around in jeans, leather chaps, a gun holster and a hat. It's not something I would have chosen for myself, but I have to say, it looked damn good. Gun play anyone? Rawr.
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[18 Mar 2008|02:51pm] |
I get it. I know why he's acting like this. I know it's perfectly normal. Fuck, I can even tell some of what he went through just by the emotional responses he's giving me, but dammit...I miss my fucking best friend. I miss the way he used to just...get me and how I didn't have to explain every fucking thing because he just. Got it. I miss the fact that he used to trust me and me him and how fucking well we vibed together. I miss how beautiful he was on his knees and how open and lovely and just...fuck.
I miss Lance. I want my best friend back. I want my lover back. I want my submissive back. Or at least to know that he's still in there somewhere.
What's worst? I'm not sure he is.
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[18 Mar 2008|08:59am] |
It was fortunate that Lanie was a light sleeper and at the first motion in the bed, she was awake, aware and looking around. Her heart froze when she saw Melisande and then it was hammering, adrenaline surging through her. Melisande might have been adept at causing pain, but Lanie was a fighter in more ways than one. Before Melisande could react, she was knocked out cold.
When she woke up, she was naked, bound and gagged on the bench in Lanie's play room. She struggled for half a second then went still, testing her bonds as she looked around and found Lanie sitting quietly on the floor, her back against a wall and a particuarly evil grin on her face.
"I'm sure you can try to get away, but I'm proabably better at bondage than even you. I know who you were and I am not about to let you loose on the public." Melisande's eyes went dark as Lanie stood up. "Oh, go ahead and try. I'll be amused." Lanie flipped open her laptop.
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[27 Feb 2008|08:39am] |
He's coming home. Early. Sweet fucking Jesus what happened...
Doesn't matter.
We're not a couple, we've never been a couple and I can't see us ever being a couple. It's not what either of us wants, but fuck if I can't stop seeing him as my sub in some senses of the word. There's responsibility there and love and desire and...fucking hell I want him to be all right, but I know he's not and I know I need to be low key until I find out. But there's still a part of me growling that he's mine.
Fuck.
Whatever he needs. No matter what.
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[19 Feb 2008|10:09am] |
( Noah )
I actually remember a time when there was more to life than work and sevens. I should have a party. Anyone interested?
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[22 Jan 2008|09:28am] |
( Private )
( Alex )
( Noah )
I need to find a new sparring partner. Anyone interested?
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