What Happens In Vegas..

Things always start out innocently enough, but then again it never seems to stay that way with her. It was purely coincidence that they happened to be in the same city; he with family, her at a hotel downtown for a work event.  Despite constantly talking, it had been a while since they had sat down over a couple of drinks and talked.

So here she was, in a hotel bar, slowly nursing a cosmo and finger food.  One black stiletto hooked over the foot rest of the bar stool, the other kicking gently as she waited. A stray breeze snuck through the bar as someone came in and she looked up, her skirt shifting at the disturbance.  It wasn't who she was waiting for though and she sighed, scratching her bare shoulder, the soft faux suede of her sleeve brushing her skin.

Her phone buzzed, the ringtone making her smirk as it always did. "I'm outside." it said, and she quickly responded with where she was in the bar.  After a moment, she heard the door to the bar open and she grinned at the person walking through the door before hopping down from her chair.  The fabric of her skirt shifted and it flashed a long line of skin from ankle to mid thigh before settling. He nodded at her excited wave and made his way through the winding path of tables, chairs and people milling about.

He hadn't changed much, neither of them had really. He was still tall and handsome, with coal black hair and sun-kissed looking skin even though he was just as much of a hermit as she. He smiled as he drew closer, his dark eyes still making her knees weak. She gave him a tight hug before hopping back onto her seat and patting the leather stool next to her.

"Sure you don't want a table?" He asked with a smirk. "You're almost too short to get up there."

"Oh fuck you, order yourself a damn drink," she shot back, though there was no heat to it.  She nudged him slightly and he laughed, his shoulders bouncing before ordering a beer.

They passed the time trading stories on family and work events, jabbing and insulting each other in turns; though they never meant any of it.  She'd tease and poke him, pretending to try to pinch him and he'd retaliate with something similar.  The bartender would only look at them and shake their head before moving on to other patrons.

After a few hours she started to yawn,  He looked at her and raised one eyebrow. "Sleepy already old woman?"  He yipped as she swiped at him.

"Old woman my ass," she groused. "You try keeping a busy CEO in line while trying to participate in your own workshops."  He just shook his head, muttering "old woman" teasingly under his breath and deftly dodging another swat from her.

After she told the bartender to charge her drinks to her room and he paid up, he offered to walk her to her room.  She accepted, swaying slightly in her heels as she got down from the stool.  She pointed to the opposite side of the hotel, where she had opted to take a room separate from everyone else that was participating at the convention. She liked her privacy as much as she liked being social, however, he coworkers were bigger party animals than she.

When they got to her room, she fumbled in her top for her key card, plucking it from her bra, the swell of her breast keeping it in place.  She glanced up to see him looking at her, an amused smile on his face.

"What?" She feigned innocence and shrugged. "Nature's pockets."  She swiftly unlocked her room door and turned to him. "Did you want to come -" she never got to finish her question as she looked up at him. He loomed over her and her already wobbly legs nearly went to butter at the look in his eyes, her words dying in a suddenly dry mouth.

She barely had time to step back and close the door behind them before she was backed against the wall, his mouth on hers and her wrists pinned behind her back. Her ears roared and she couldn't help the whimper that came when he nipped her lower lip. The hand that had been cupping her chin moved lower, ghosting over her breast before heading farther south.

She rotated her thigh out slightly, the fabric of her skirt slipping backwards, and his hand trailed over the slowly heating flesh before going under her skirt.  It was his turn to groan as his fingers found what he sought; and what wasn't there.  She laughed at his discovery and wriggled her wrists from his grasp.

"Not expecting that were you boyo?" She gasped as one finger slipped between her lips into the growing wetness there. 

"Oh you fucking slut," he growled and she ground down on his hand in response.

"tell me something I don't know." she taunted him by dancing away from him deeper into her room.

"Tease, slut," he intoned, advancing on her before wrapping her in his arms and brutally kissing her.  His eyes were pitch black when they broke apart, panting.  He watched her as she stepped back, her top coming off to reveal a satin strapless bra, red and shining in the light from the nightstand.

With a cheeky grin she crossed her legs at the ankles to turned from him and slipped off her skirt tortuously slow. The groan and string of curses that ensued from the sight of her bare ass had her grinning in triumph when she turned back around to face him. She had also unbuckled her bra and was holding it up with one arm before letting it drop with a wicked chuckle at his face.

The bulge in his slacks seemed to twitch as he observed her and she stretched before moving to take off her heels. "Leave them," he commanded as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He gave a half smile as she watched her slowly wet her lips and with an unintended flourish, tossed it aside.  Before she knew what she was doing she had fallen to her knees and was reaching to help him with his pants.

She slowly rubbed her hands over his hips, getting so close to the center before backing away. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her fingers looped around the elastic of his underwear and she slowly pulled everything down.  Once his cock was free she ignored his pants and straightened more on her knees.  Looking up at him, she slowly grasped him and brought it down so she could lap up all of the sweet pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip.  His knees and calves trembled, and he threw his head back with a moan when she finally took him into her mouth,  sucking hard.  With a hum she sucked harder, her teeth gently scraping his flesh and she pulled back off of him.

Bending down, her hauled her up by her armpits, practically tossing her onto the hotel bed.  She landed with a giggle, and rolled over to reach for the nightstand drawer, her stiletto heels knocking together as she crossed her ankles again.  She felt the bed shift as he got on behind her and wiggled her ass for him.

As her fingers closed around the light blue wrapper, she moaned as she felt his cock probing her soaking pussy.  Mindlessly she pressed backwards onto him, twin groans echoing in the room as he filled her.

"God you're tight," his voice was husky and strained as he slid his fingers over her backside to grip her hips. She could only give a panting whine in response, her senses overwhelmed with the feeling. Slowly he began moving inside of her, but she rolled away. She flicked the condom wrapper towards his head with an impish grin.

"Wrap it first," she said as he caught it, slowly reaching down her body to caress her dripping snatch. "THEN  you can teach me a lesson for being such a horrible slutty tease."

He wasted no time getting the condom on and she squeaked as suddenly her knees were lifted practically to her ears.  Her cunt was open to him and they both could feel her slick heat as he pumped his cock back and forth over her slit.  She began to whine and wiggle and with a shake of his head, so very slowly he slide into her, stopping any movement after he was fully sheathed inside of her.

"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her hips to make him do more than just bloody sit there.

"Please what you slut?" He asked, shifting so slowly backwards that she began to tremble.

"Gods please, just fuck me!"  She clamped her muscles around him and then gave a shout as he exploded into action.

It wasn't sweet, or gentle, and neither of them wanted that. His powerful thrusts had her bracing against the headboard, and the bites that he gave her over her neck, shoulders and breasts would surely bruise and leave pretty marks.

He would have marks of his own.  When she was not making sure her head didn't go through the headboard her nails raked over his back and arms. He woulds have half moon nail mark when her hands convulsed as she came again and again.

He cursed her, calling her slut, whore, filthy tease, witch, and other epitaphs she didn't understand.  She would snark back and would nip at him and then gush as he hit the right spot; the sheets soon becoming soaked as she came.

After what seemed like only a few frenzied minutes, he came, his hips bucking into her as he pumped the condom full, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder.  He disengaged and sat back, panting heavily while she rolled over and got up on rubbery legs to get water bottles out of the mini fridge.  Handing one off to him she plopped back onto the bed and drank deeply from her bottle.

"Feel better?" She quipped, shrieking indignantly when he shook his head. "You ass!"

His shoulders shook weakly as he chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not."

Looking over at the alarm clock she turned made a face at him. "Just for that, YOU can sleep in the puddle!" She snarked and flapped her hand at him.

"Not done with you yet young lady," he warned with an evil grin.  She gulped down another bit of water and went into the bathroom.

It was going to be a wild night.

Fantasy - College Fling

It was a cool and breezy day on campus, and she was glad that she had decided on jeans and a
hoodie over the original outfit of a light dress and leggings. She was excited to meet her friend since
they hadn’t seen each other in a very long time and quickly found a parking spot in the garage close
to where he was meeting her. After she parked she checked her make-up in her mirror and finger
combed her short dark red hair back into place before getting out of the car.  

She looked up and smiled as she saw a young man leaning against the half wall near the elevator.
He was 5’10’’ to her 5’2’’ and still thin with those wide shoulders that she remembered so fondly. His
black hair was still shaggy and long, so she knew his mother hadn’t nagged him about cutting it
short again.  She called his name and he turned, his back straightening and he pushed his glasses
up higher on his nose. His slow smile made her grin back and she gave him a huge hug. His scent
was still intoxicating and she fought the urge to go to her tip toes and nibble his neck.  She needed
to be a good girl damnit.

They exchanged pleasantries and walked around the campus as they talked. It was nice, to sit
and talk to him, and hear him open up to her again after years of not speaking. Eventually, the
weather started to get too chilly, so they retreated to the campus library, and made their way to
the second floor. He was a graduate student, and a TA, so he got the added perk of being able
to access separate offices and study areas in the library that allowed them to talk in a full voice
instead of a hushed whisper.

Once inside, she put her bag down, looking around the room.  Two walls were lined with low couches,
with desks on the wall near the door and floor to ceiling windows filling the final wall. The blinds
were half lowered to shield the room from the Florida sun that peeked from the clouds from
time to time. She sat down on the couch farthest from the door, tucking her feet under her as she
faced him. They traded childlike pokes and jabs, her quick hands reaching out to try to pinch his
nipples, his faces making her cackle even as he batted her hand away.

After a while she felt her back twinge and she moved to the other end of the couch so she could crack
her back, slowly sliding off the couch and whimpering as her back cracked in several places.  She
looked up at him and smiled as he tried to conceal the hunger in his eyes that her little noises made.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, arching her back and pressing her shoulders against the edge one
more time, gasping at one last pop released a stubborn kink between her shoulders. He shook his
head.

“Nothing,” he denied, but she grinned at him before turning around to face him, conveniently
positioned between his legs. His eyes widened as she placed her hands on his thighs, the muscles
tensing under her palms.

“Liar,” she purred, sliding her hands up his track pants, looking pointedly down at his crotch. She
grinned as he muttered something incoherent and tried pushing her hands away. She let him and
she stood up with a little bounce and sat on the couch next to him.

“Forgot about those noises?” She teased, poking his shoulder.

“Kinda,” he replied, looking at her with a small smile. She smiled at him and ran her nails down his
arm, watching him shudder in pleasure.

“You’re making it very hard,” he hissed out as his long fingers raked over the fabric of the couch.

“Oh I know,” she interrupted in a lewd tone, and he barked out a laugh.

“That too, but not what I meant.”

“I know,” she got up from her seat and straddled his lap, slowly sinking onto his legs. “But do we
really want to behave right now?”

“Roz,” he groaned, his head leaning back as she wiggled slightly over the growing bulge in his pants.

“Hmmm?? Oh,” she smiled innocently and ground down onto his cock, which was straining against
the confines of his pants. “It seems like you have a really big problem here.”

“Fucking slut,” He growled, his hips lifting slightly. She whimpered.

“Do we really have to be good?” She whined softly, running her fingers through his hair before pulling
his head back and nibbling at his lower lip. “Because I really don’t want to right now.”

With a growl, his hands went to her hips and he pressed her harder onto his crotch and she keened
softly, letting go of his hair and digging her nails into his shoulders, meeting his thrusts.

“Wait, fuck, wait,” she panted and pushed away from him, her knees wobbly as she stood and walked
over to the door, locking it quickly. “There, now things can get interesting.”

She watched him stand from the couch and he strode over to her, gripping her wrists behind her back
in one hand and the other tilting her head up.  Her mouth opened in a moan and he brutally kissed
her, his teeth and tongue offering no mercy as he practically devoured her.

Her knees started to buckle and he stopped, letting her go and they made their way back to the
couches. He sat and watched as she stipped off her hoodie and shirt as he removed his.

“Stupid goddamn jeans,” she muttered, and he laughed, stroking himself through his pants.

“Fuck you,” she muttered and as revenge, turned away so that he got the full view of her ass as she
pulled the denim down to reveal a bright red thong.  She smiled in satisfaction at his pained groan,
turning to watch him slide his pants down.  She went to her knees and slowly licked his length,
a wicked look on her face as she heard his breath come out in one quick rush. 

“Oh I’m just getting started boyo.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before
taking him in her mouth, sucking hard. One hand pressed down on his hip to stop him from choking
her as she felt him shift up to meet her mouth. She hummed around him and lightly dragged her
teeth over his sensitive flesh, closing one hand around his cock and pumping it while she bobbed
her head rapidly.

He panted and moaned over her, and when she looked up and met his eyes, the look of lust was
pure, raw and nearly feral.  She moaned around his cock as she felt her cunt twinge almost painfully
with need.

“You keep doing that,” he groaned as she bobbed over his head, sucking hard. “I’m going to come all
over your face.”

“Well we can’t have that now can we?” She said with a sassy smirk, and she turned around, pulled
her thong to one side and eased herself onto his cock.  He was as thick and long as she
remembered, and she bit her lip to keep herself from shouting in pleasure as she took him in
completely. His hands slid up her body and she leaned back into him, moaning as he reached under
her bra to pinch and tug her nipples. Torturously slow he began to move inside of her, slipping nearly
out before driving back upwards, rubbing along her g-spot almost every time.

“Gods, please just fuck me,” she whispered, pressing down onto him.

“You’ve been teasing me you slut,” her growled, nipping her earlobe. “I’m going to tease you back.”

She mewled and sat up away from him, bracing herself on the low table in front of them and
lifted herself off of him until she nearly lost him before rolling her hips backwards and she slammed
back down onto him. She laughed as he slapped her ass, the smack reverberating slightly in the
room. “Is that all you go-” she couldn’t finish the sentence as he started to piston her, his grip on her
hips sure to leave bruises.

Her knees started to burn so she stood shakily to climb back onto the couch, bending over
and wagging her ass at him. He smirked and came up behind her and slid home with a grunt. She
pushed up on the back of the couch so when he started to move again, each stroke went right over
her g-spot and she started biting her upper arms to keep from screaming.  With one hard thrust went
over it just right, she cried out as she came, her girl cum dripping down her quaking legs.

“Please, please don’t stop.”

And he didn’t, he rammed her over and over again, making her cum more; soon her arms were nearly
covered in bite marks. His pants became more and more strained and she managed to get upright
once more.  He wrapped one arm around her chest as his other hand reached down to flick her clit. 

“I’m going to fill you with my cum you slut,” his breath was hot in her ear as he snarled at her.
“Fill you up and leave you dripping my hot jizz.”

She moaned as his fingers rubbed her faster and faster, his steady rhythm becoming more erratic
as he neared his completion. He muffled his shout as he bit her neck and buried his cock inside of her. 
She could feel him pulsing as he came, and she clenched around him coming hard as well.

Slowly they disengaged, limbs splayed every which way as they both caught their breath.
“Goddamn,” she huffed, sitting up and attempted to put her tousled hair back into place. He nodded
in agreement and they both gingery retrieved their discarded clothes before getting dressed again.

As they returned to her car she turned and grinned at him. “Well, they’re not going to be able to get
the smell of THAT out of the room for a while.”

It's been a while

I've moved to Tumblr for the most part, seeing as how its a little easier to use/find "blogs" to follow, and to post in and of itself.  Sure you cant have the fancy text and shit but whatever. I can still post photos and videos and gifs and the like so its all good..  Can't be as kink as i get on here so i MIGHT just keep this one running for a bit.


Just as a general update:


Riven and I finally have moved into our own place.  A nice comfy one one in the same community I've been living in, which makes things easier (rent includes TV and intrawebs... it's Direct Plus, but its something). Its tight paying rent month to month, however we're making it... barely... Once Riven gets a job, things should be a bit easier.


I had a sub for a few months but... it didn't really work out. He started becoming obsessed with me, and wanting me to be more that I was willing to give, especially considering that Riven and I have moved in together and are closing on our 1 year anniversary (Jan 16th).  Come to find out, he was planing on PROPOSING to me on the "anniversary" of him and I meeting, AT Faire, in front of other people (all while i'm still WITH Riven btw).


I told Riven, cuz well.. it's the smart thing to do.. he wasn't too happy about it.  He was as creeped out by it as i was if not more so.  


His recent actions and bi-polar downswings just pushed me away more, seeing as how my fears that his bi-polar would eventually have him acting like my father.  And in a way he did... suicide threats and other things.  Even if I was single... he's not the kind of person i'd be looking for in a mate.  And I thought that i had explained it to him clearly enough several times.  ~sigh~ well I've backed my happy butt away, and told him in no uncertain terms (as "mean" as i may have been to him - his words not mine) that i was not interested in having a romantic relationship with him and that I thought the dynamic that we had was only reinforcing his hopes and misconceptions.


Having my own stressors to deal with (my OWN recent bi-polar diagnosis, rent, trying to help riven find a job, other bills, work and family, building a stronger relationship/home with Riven), adding his ego to the insanity i'm juggling will only make things worse for me in the long run.


So I've removed him from my Fetlife dynamics listing and life at home is SOO much calmer now that i don't have him constantly texting me and interrupting what Riven and i are up to/watching/doing.

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To Be Loved Again

It's a beautiful thing, to have a REAL man in my life again.

The above photo says it all I think.  That soft smile, a gentle hand on my arm, his eyes only for me. I feel safe in his arms and utterly beautiful when he smiles at me and kisses me with such tenderness.  He is so gentle when he holds me, and quick to calm me when I get upset.  He is content to just sit and cuddle on the couch, not having to say a word.


Our connection is amazing.  I don't even have to look to know that he is coming up behind me, or that its his arms around me instead of some strangers.  I fit perfectly in his arms, and the utter peace and contentment I feel in his arms is beautiful.  It's even more so when we're driving in the car together, his hand on my thigh as we drive, neither of us saying a word and its okay.


The day will hopefully soon come where I'll be able to wake up next to him every morning, kissing him softly until he rouses slightly to say hello and good morning before insisting he needs to get back to sleep since he had been up all night working. Then of course be dragged back into bed squealing and giggling because he wants to cuddle and not let me go, the dork.  ~smiles softly~


I laugh because I know its true.  




Another truth that I know...


I am very much in love, and i dont want it to end.

Lady Of The Garden

(Based on walking through the Morikami Japanese Museum gardens)

On a clear day, if you look closely, you can see her walking in the gardens, smelling flowers and gazing at the water. She wears the clothes she died in, black corset from an old lover, black pants and black ballet slippers, the jeweled collar around her neck glittering dully, even as the red umbrella shields her from the glaring sunlight.

She walks slowly o’er the bridge, the sun leisurely warming her ethereal body, her features becoming more apparent. Her eye are a bright blue green, her lids and lashes a dark black pallor, her lips a warm mahogany color. Her eyes gentle into a sad smile as she gazes ‘cross the water, looking at the place where she lost her love, and later, her life. Lo she walks upon the gravel path, her feet making not a sound. She pauses at the gardens, viewing trees and shrubs, bringing a blossom to her nose to smell the fragrance. At the Doorway she pauses, lifting her head to listen to the creak of bamboo, the sun filtering through the leaves. She continues on, pausing at the lake shrine to bow softly before moving on.

Up the stairs she travels, to sit in the quiet shelter of a gazebo, her parasol closed and leaning against her knee, she sits and contemplates. What she thinks about, only she will know, for there is a soft and secret smile on her face, if you look close enough.

After a time she stands and descends from her perch, elegantly opening her parasol as she emerges into the light, passing the place where she first met her love, a covered bench that looked like a modern bus stop or way station. She moved on, and knelt at the graves that were there, paying respects to ancestors long gone from the middle plane. She moved along after a minute, following the winding paths, resting at times and then returning to where she lived, loved, and died.

At the steps she closed her parasol, and more in habit removed her shoes, walking into and around the house, exploring inside and out. She sits at the top of the steps and looks upon the Zen garden in the middle of her old home, studying the stones there. With an ethereal sigh she stands and returns to the Path, going to watch the koi and turtles as they swim.

At the waterfall she sits and watches the falls, her parasol shielding her face from view, a beautiful halo atop a shadowy silhouette.

You shift your stance and she turns, startled. Upon seeing you she smiles, and blows a kiss your way before fading into the air, a wisp and a dream.

Va Va Voom!!

Vamping it up!

So Nothing and I went to Revel the other night with a mutual friend of ours.  It wasn't as one would thought, but it was still interesting to watch the denizens of the club that night.  As usual, it was a plethora of people, of all shapes, sizes, and fashions (or lack of).  There was the normal lookie-loos of older guys who came to get a gander of the boys and girls dancing and playing "Kick The Smurf". Music was rather good for the most part, though there were a few songs that were like... eehhh.. not really... 

Gotta love R the bartender... even though he said that he couldn't make me a mudslide on the rocks, he did a damned fine job!!

Afterwards we went to this little hole in the wall-ish donut place, that was better than Dunkin Donuts, though the gentleman there made the coffee a bit too sweet for my taste.

I was worried that the second half of the club wouldnt be open for the April party, but according to Nothing it will be so that's a good thing.  It's a halfway decent venue, though its like i said last night, if it moves any father south short of going with a HUGE group of people.. there's no way in hell i'm traveling to Miami for a fetish party by myself.  I'll do a bit of researching and find a place that i can go that is closer to home.

Next month will be better, because i will have my Riven by my side and the energy will be different, and Rose and I can feed properly.

And Still She Stands

02/04/2009

She stands on the beach alone, the sea breeze kissing her face, her hair flying behind her.

Natural and loose it sparkles in the fading sunlight.

She pulls her black sweater tight, protecting against the sudden cool air.

Her light skirt of purples and blues flowed around her, dancing to the song of the sea.

Her blue eyes blink away sand, the long lashes caressing her cheeks.

She watches and waits for him, gazing unblinkingly at the horizon,

the setting sun glorious and burning.

And Still She Stands

She strains through the glare to view his sail, pure white so to be easily seen at night.

Her heart and soul call to him, willing him home safe and sound,

his arms strong and warm around her.

She lifts her nose to the sea air, and a phantom scent makes her sigh in longing.

Her hand goes to her neck, where a conch shell rests above her breast,

the alabaster shell gleaming in the waning light.

The gulls call sleepily into the night air, urging their counterparts to bed.

And Still She Stands

Out at sea, he hears her heart’s call,

The tugs of his own making him weep.

The storm and squalls that the sea had thrown his way,

Have taken his men, and the cargo as well.

The boat rocks and keels, creaking and groaning

She takes on water, and he calls her name,

Yearning for his voice to be heard.

And Still She Stands

Lightning flashes through the air,

Thunder clapping in its wake.

Fire licks at the mast, ignoring the pelting rain.

He prays that she waits for him,

On the beach where they had met,

Where they had wedded,

And where they had built their home.

And Still She Stands

She has barely moved since the sun has set,

The raindrops that had first battered her love’s boat,

Now slashes through the lighthouse’s welcoming beam.

The rain masks the tears that flow down her face,

As she watches the wood drift about her feet.

The traces of blood and hair still apparent on the wreckage

A scream rips though the air, as the boat’s name washes ashore:

"And Still She Stands"

Fetish Factory Exotique Party

So I've finally figured out what I'm going to do for next month's Party. OTHER than making it a damned point to a certain so-called "kajira" that Riven and I are together and that she needs to keep her diseased hands off of my Pack. *growls*

ANYWAYS....

I think what I'll do is put my party outfit into my gig "bag", which for this performance will end up being my suitcase that i normally use for vacations; because with at least two costumes (if i do the group dance as well) and my fetish gear PLUS my make-up case... my normal gig/fetish bag wont hold everything.

So my wear for the party will pretty much go as follows:

1.  My boss wench corset, because it is the shit!
2.  Red ruffle or red on black ruffle panties
3.  Thigh high hose that actually FITS properly   (^_^) \m/
4.  My pleasur hooker heels (should start wearing my heels now to get my ankle used to it again)
5.  Pair of Red gloves (probably wrist length or a little higher)
6.  Maybe my "Gothic" necklace

What will be awesome is that I have every intention of sleeping over with Riven that night.  After doing a full show and then the party, I will be in no shape to drive home after bringing Riven back.  So there will be a spot on his bed for me and it will be fantastic to finally be able to fall sleep in his arms and not have to worry about making my way home in a panic; or half asleep.

It will be our mission next month to get a picture of the two of us together, because we have yet to take them at least at the fetish parties and all dressed up n lookin sexy.

Faire - Weekend Five - Celtic Weekend

This is from the 2009 Faire, I have yet to see this season's "health to the company" posted.

Celtic Weekend was filled with fun, revelry and a bit of drama. But what do you expect from a Faire full of die-hard Rennies? Hehe
When I mention drama, the little things come up first, like a child running out onto the field with it's mother close behind; due to the fact that one of the heralds wasn't paying attention. Or when Luke the white stallion finally decided he had had enough and figured out how to get out of his stall and went with the other horses to munch on the grass as they were being walked.
Then of course there was the one archery show that i wanted to beat the living crap out of one of the guys on the crew, merely because he was too busy paying attention to other things than doing his job. But that's water under the bridge now.

Rain, a Peregrine Falcon with Flight of The Raptor

As for some shows, Baz from Flight of the Raptor decided to fly off again Saturday afternoon, and didn't return until Sunday evening during final Pub Sing as Master R flew Chula, his Saker Falcon. It was a very happy evening for everyone that does that show, as well as for Master R.

Photo by P. Starr

It was a bittersweet moment as it came to that time where the whole cast made it to the Pub Stage and started singing the final song.  Tears were shed all around, me included.  So hard to not keep it together.  I thought that it would be no different as a participant than as a playtron, but it certainly is.  You make new friends, meet up with old ones.  There is a sad truth to the song, seeing as how two people from the previous faire passed away before this season started.

Brat - Photo by P. Starr

As soon as most of the patrons had left we all meandered back to encampment and hung out. Joking around back and forth, playing with the sleepy puppy and waiting for our boss to get back from the back gate for a final speech.  My friend J decided it would be a good time to sit and take a nap on one of the chairs in camp.  And of course a few of us had to take some photos cuz that's what we do apparently.

 I wandered over to say goodbye and visit with some of the the pirates since I made friends with a few of them during the three months i was with the psycho.  G was helping to burn off all of the firewood that they had in their encampment and he built a roaring fire to start burning it all away.

It was a very pretty fire and quite warm as the temperature started to drop as the evening wore on.  Soon i went back to camp and Nothing convinced me to go to Halftime Sports Bar just over the wall.  I didn't have any clothes with me other than the garb that i was wearing so she let me borrow some of her clothes and off we went.
I had a blast. Hanging out with friends, having the PERFECT mudslide made by a very busy, flustered and gorgeous bartender.  Went back to camp to get ready to head home annnnddd felt the alcohol hit... so i decided to stay at camp and wait out the effects while i sipped a bit of water.
Didn't get home until midnight or so but it was so worth going out and spending more time with friends.

Until Next Season!!

Merry Meet,Merry Part,And Merry Meet Again!

RANT

I swear to GOD my mother is going to drive me fucking insane.  YES you're going in for knee surgery and YES you're scared/stressed. But holy shit batman my little sister will be there to nurse you like she ALWAYS does when you're sick/hurt.  She's the perfect daughter anyways, so why the hell will you want me around.

You think I've been PLAYING are Faire?? I have been busting my ASS all season, making sure that children aren't throwing rocks into the field towards the horses, that people sit down and/or not touch the birds while they are in flight, that they don't get SHOT by Master Darr as he's shooting LIVE STEEL ARROWS across the field. I've had idiots give me shit about keeping their kids in their shoulders, dumb asses putting their hands up to try to touch the Harris Hawks while in flight, drunks standing up multiple times in the bleachers, kids collecting rocks and THROWING them onto the field while performers and horses are on the field.  ALL of this I have to watch for/take care of during every show.  All under the blazing Florida sun from 10 am to 6 pm-ish. In a chemise, corset, skirt, pants, SUEDE knee high boots and a cloak.  But through all this i'm still supposed to be able to "play".

The only time I can go and see vendors is before opening gate, or during pub sing while vendors are slowly shutting down. I'm lucky if i have enough time to get to the food court backstage, get food that's on the OTHER side of Faire, and then head BACK to encampment and have time to sit and eat before i have to take field again.

I have to be at SEVEN shows throughout the day.  Three Jousts, Two bird shows and two archery demos; but i have time to run around faire and "play".... right... sure.  Lets see YOU do seven shows through the day and have time to run around to socialize and shop; especially having a Raven perched on your shoulder going "Oh look SHINY!"

Now she thinks that I would be better off with one of my friends instead of at home.  That's fine.  She has no clue that I've been thinking about moving out for a while now.  Once i get the car in my name, and my own registration, then i'll be set for trying to find some insurance.  I'll have to downgrade to a different pre-paid phone, but I don't really NEED all the extra that i have on my phone; i just love technology and new gidgets and gadgets.  I text more than i talk on my phone, and i'll still have my laptop and everything else.

I've got four people that are willing to open their doors to me if i need a place to go. Three people are close to where i'm at, the fourth is is Davie, which is a bit of a drive for me.

As for work, The Company probably isn't going anyway, Pubelicks i'd have to transfer to a closer store, just so that i don't have to drive massively out of my way for both jobs.  That may take some time to do, but i'd much rather have to wait out a transfer at the new place than sit at home and have it happen immediately and really waste gas.  So i will wait it out for now, probably get in contact with one of my friend's friends because two of my friends that are close live with family and i don't want to impose on them because of that fact.  My friend in Davie is a bit far, and i'm totally unfamiliar with that area, whereas Tamarac i'm mostly familiar with and can easily get to a more familiar spot if need be.

So we will see what happens.