No Nightmares
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Halloween is almost here again.”
“Yeah. I’m excited but you look… scared.”
“Can you blame me? You always get extra kinky around this time of the year.”
“That’s true.”
“No nightmares, okay?”
“None.” She snapped her fingers and laughed out loud when he started singing:
“What’s this? What’s this? There’s color everywhere…”
There will be a Halloween event on the site next month entitled Tricks & Treats so I’m slowly re-framing my mind to the particular moods it will entail. However, I’ve also been working on my Alexandra Ryder short (rather long, actually) story so the two moods got jumbled on this one.
Not sure if I ever told you this or not but one of my favorite movies of all time is The Nightmare Before Christmas and the last line of the General on this one is a snippet of one of its songs. I usually watch this movie once a year around Halloween time. I’ll be sure to do it again this year, too.
Carry On
“I don’t want to do this…” Peter whimpered.
“Then why are you doing it?” Natasha asked.
“You asked me to.”
“So you do what I ask?”
“Yes.”
“All the time?”
“Yes.”
“And like it?”
“Yes.”
“So you want to do it…”
“No, I mean, yes.”
“Carry on then.”
Helplessly confused, he continued worshiping her boots.
Last day of the work week for me and this one was kind of brutal through and through. Feeling a bit under the weather right now but nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix, I’m sure.
Anyway, with thoughts a bit jumbled at the moment, my mind chose something “safe” to work with and this is the first thing that came out. Boots don’t worship themselves and if a little bit of confusion and brainwashing is needed to overcome resistance, then so be it. You know you want to surrender.
Strange Dreams
Alan yawned in bed.
“Did you sleep well last night?” Marisa asked.
“I think so. Weird dreams though.”
“What did you dream of?”
“I was at an auction being sold off or something. I think I was drugged, too. Strange, huh?”
“Very.” She caressed the collar around his neck before putting him back under again.
I know what you’re thinking right now. With so many of my pieces concerning dreams being actually inspired by my own vivid night fantasies, this piece was one too, right?
Actually, wrong. I didn’t dream any of this last night. At least, I don’t think I did. I was quite tired (still am) and fell asleep pretty much the moment I hit the sack. This was but an impromptu written shortly before lunch. Sunday is always my big writing day and although I’m taking things slower today, I still have a couple of goals to reach before calling it a day. Speaking of which, time to add a few more words to the daily count.
Want a dream like this? Better yet, do you want it to come true?
All You Can’t Eat
Everything on the table looked delicious but Frank’s resolve was unshakable.
“Not eating anything, my dear?” Gloria asked, seductively.
“No. I’m good. You trained me well.”
“Did I really?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He replied as she sat in front of him.
“Let’s see about that…”
She parted her legs and took another bite of his mind.
Because I was still feeling a bit drained today, I rested in the morning and then decided to spice things up a bit by going out to lunch. I ended up going to a restaurant where they had one of those “all you can eat” buffets and tried a little bit of everything before returning home to rest some more and update the site.
This idea came to me as I was eating my meal. If you can be conditioned to eat and crave something, the opposite is always true. You can also be trained to eat pussy so… Frank was definitely trained well, don’t you agree?