Revelation...

They held each other close, miniture quakes holding them in the midst of their intensity. An eternity passes, the seconds of the mmoment elongating into months upon months of euphoria. The after-shocks gripping them so tightly last an age, and she takes thaat era to think.
Here I lie, an angel holding me close, His wings enveloping me, His halo bathing me in this golden light. Is this really real?
She wonders on this for a moment, before noticing the thin smile spread across his face.
"Why are you smiling?" She asks him.
"You're glowing," His smile widens further. "Why?"
"Because, it feels like I made love to an angel tonight."
"An angel?" He laughs. "Well, an angel I may be, but I have the devil inside, and He wants to play..."

ARGH!!!

Well well well, hello again...

I'm sorry i haven't been posting lately (or in the last few months!), but I have had an all manner of things crop up lately. I've had technical difficulties (old computer = constant maintenance!), connection loss (modem got broke :(...), relationship problems (I'm single again), job issues (yeah, erm...two words: night shift...), plus another six thousand or so challenges and shit to sort through.

Anyway, I'm back now, and hopefully, for good. I must admit I haven't been writing lately, but I do have a little story to start up again! So until then, read this little taster I wrote for a friend I work with, wanted to know this old site was about. ;)

Oh yeah, to my American friends, Happy Thanksgiving :)

His hand traced the contours of her body. Each finger sent pulses through her, each one spearing every nerve he slides over. She felt lips press her, a tongue gliding down her neck. His breath electrified her. She wanted him, desired him. Her body craved his masculinity, to feel him thrust into her deeply, to match every thrust. Her desires consumed her, it had been too long since she had felt a man's touch. She moulded her body to his, exposing her lust, finding his heat...

-.AA.-

Two Ls...

We were sitting around the room, smoking, drinking, eating pizza. Conversation was light, small talk mainly. I kept glancing at her body, her small curves contrasting with her bust. I knew she noticed, yet she never said anything. Conversation, and wine, flowed, our talk moved into more intimate territory. I was waiting for this, my history with people preceded with her, yet she didn't noticed the connection until I opened my mouth. She questioned my sexuality, my 'skills', as it were, my bedpost, all the things that go around with my story. I answered honestly, keeping an eye on my girl's expression. She watched us quietly, whether through fascination or terror, I never knew. The questions kept coming, each one more and more revealing than the last. I told her, with all honest intention, that I was felling turned on from the conversation. She merely smiled, and so did my girl. I smiled in kind, more out of thought than respect, the thought of what I could do to her, what pleasures, and pains, she would experience. I already know her limits, she told me so over the phone. I left the room, in need of a glass, thinking about the wine I was drinking, thinking of offering her a glass. She had declined before, but she had a few bottles of Ice left, but now she was on empty, so I thought to keep her occupied. I was a mere moment, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I return to the room to find a different view. I found them together, my girlfriend and her, together in each other's arms. I knew them two have got close before, but not to what they were doing. Their hands explored each other, t-shirts rising above their breasts. Their hands massaged each other. Lips, locked in a tight embrace, tongues twisting. I sat down and shut the door, they never showed any notice at all. My girl's hand slid down beneath her friends waist, beneath her jeans. I saw a flair of pleasure, a shock of lusty pleasure shooting up her back. My lover's mouth moved down, wrapping along the contours of her neck. I poured three more glasses, the white greneche's sweet scent exiting my lips. I a little longer, seeing the lust and pleasure before me, and wondered whether to let them enjoy each other, or to join in...

Initiating...

Sweet wine trickled down my throat. The air in the room was hot, even with the fan on at full, sexual tension reaching fever pitch. The girls, though tipsy on the wine, couldn't be relaxed, their nerves restraining them from making the first step. I look to the only other man in the room. An European, his amiable demeanour softened my mood. I needed to get things going, thinking what I could do to break the ice. Then it came to me, the one thing that I know relaxes people. I reach for the draw, sifting through the things to find what I required. I find the lotion underneath one of my silk ties, prompting another thought to cross my mind, making me smile. I stand up, sliding the bottle into my back pocket. I turn to one of the girls, my partner's best mate, and offer a massage, as I noticed that her shoulders seemed tense. She looked to her European boyfriend, who, with a smile on his face, nodded. She agrees, asking where she needs to be.

"Lie on your stomach, and remove your clothes." The experienced smile on my face spreads, my eyes tracing the contours of her neck.She does as she is asked, lying down to remove her bra. I sit beside her, warming the lotion between my hands. I work from the bottom, spreading the cream around her back. Her skin was soft, supple, I wanted to reach down and taste her neck. I restrain my impulse, and carry on with my duty. Slow, rhythmical movements trace her contours. Within a few short minutes, I notice her body, slowly relaxing herself in my company. I look over to the others, they were whispering to each other, their conversation inaudible over the music. I smile a them, and beckon for my girlfriend to come over. I tell her to take over, and to concentrate on her points. She does so nicely, the girl barely noticing the change. I walk to the Euro, and whisper something to him.

"In a moment, go and kiss my girl's neck, slowly." In his eyes, he sees the pattern I'm playing, and nods his head, gripping the arms of the chair he is sitting on.I sit on the table, turning the sound down a notch, and lit up a cigarette. I watch him move slowly, a panther on the hunt, and gracefully mould himself to my woman. I hear the wet kisses, I see his hands exploring her, I watch her back arch. Soon, the other notices the lack of movement on her back, and turns her head. Her eyes go wide, seeing the scene played out before her, then wider as I move to her. I stroke her face, telling her to let it go naturally, and lean in to take her lips...

Smoky Haze...

I stroked her body through the cotton vest she was wearing. Every inch was left untouched, my hands wandering, exploring her. Her sighs and moans told me where she liked to be touched. Her hips rocked underneath my hands, exposed skin tightened, hairs raising. I lean in and kiss her neck, tongue darting between my lips, leaving faint trails, like footsteps, along her curve. I whisper into her ear, murmuring about a drink. I rise to leave the room, I felt her hand slide down my naked torso, fingers playfully hooking onto the hem of my shorts. I grab my glass from the kitchen, taking in a sip. the sweet taste of the wine made it's illicit way down my throat. I go back to the room, opening the door slowly. I see her there on my bed, her body exposed to the world, cigarette burning gracefully from her fingers. She takes a pull, smiling at the look on my face. 'Do you like what you see?' She asked, noticing the growing bulge between my legs, and the movement of my eyes, which were following the contours of her body. I merely smile, setting the wine down on the table. I take the cigarette from her, taking a deep pull. I breath out, my vision clouded by the haze. 'Darling,' I began, my eyes locking to hers, 'you already know that answer...' My voice trailed off as I leaned in to kiss her lips, my hands drifting their way down to her soaking mound...

The Weekend...

It's 2:30pm, according to my phone. She is close, almost at the station. I wait at the platform patiently, eagerly waiting for the weekend, our weekend, to begin. It is humid, cloying heat raking my lungs with each breath. My heart thumped deep within my chest, sweat dripping off my brow in time with the beat. I can see the train in the distance, pulling into it's last stop. I turned the off the music blaring through my headphones, chilled Indie, trying to keep my chest from bursting from excitement.

The crowd spewed from the compact train, the buzz of their daily lives echoing off the curved ceiling. My eyes scan the crowd, looking for the lass and her long, brown hair.I catch her glancing eyes, my smile spreading across my face. We embraced each other, lips locked in passion. Oh, how I wanted to take her then and there! It took all of my will to stop myself, and all my strength to stop showing my hunger for her touch. I smiled at her, and led her off to home. I felt her hand pinch my bottom through my jean's fabric, a cheeky smile gracing her lips. We hurried back to mine, the walk taking what seemed forever. All through the trip, we teased and tantalised each other, hands searching every inch of our backs, lips feeling their way across lips, cheeks, necks. My hunger grew, wanting to savour each and every taste of her, her eyes telling me the same. Those eyes of hers, fractured circles of Arctic ice ringed by sand, undressed me at each turn.

We reached my door, my hands fumbling for my keys. I unlocked the door, dragging my prey inside. Shutting ang bolting the door, I threw her onto the bed, jumping on top of her like a hunter of old. She bit her lips, aware of my darker side, yet not experienced. The course of that morning saw a revelation to her. She knew what to expect of me, yet didn't realise the full extent. Now was my chance to show her who I was. A predator, an insatiable thirst for passion, for intensity. I devoured her mouth, lips and tongues clashing in lethal dance. Hands raked her sides, pulling at material, ripping thin membranes. One hand held her head, securing it against  my mouth while we kissed.The other slid it's way down, across her stomach, below her waist, fingers searching for her sweet lips. I spread her legs, gaining more ground, fingers touching the edge of her pussy. She was moist, and my hunger couldn't take no more. I needed to feed.

I grabbed at her waistband, tugging it down, leaving nothing behind. I flung the fever-ripped material away, and stared hungrily into her eyes. She knew what was to come, and parted herself to receive what I had waiting. At that, I dived, tongue searching for treasures of pure ecstasy. Juices flowed, tongue dancing in revelry, fingers delving further. Her body shook, waves crashing through her, orgasms weakening her resolve to resist me. I pushed on, my relentless nature taking hold. Her moans and screams heightened my senses, toying with my desire to launch my final attack. I made my preparations, shedding my clothing to the floor, still not letting go of her.

My prey was all but spent, her body unable to take any more of my assault. Noticing her disposition, I rose up, wiping her juices away from my mouth. I leant in and kissed, awakening her mind. I looked into her eyes, seeing her lust, her pleasure, the emotional hurricane ripping through her head. I smiled, malice playing itself in. She merely nodded, ready to take on what was to come. I checked myself, laid down my foundations, checked my hood, and penetrated her body.

I allowed myself to go slow, letting her get used to this new sensation. With each thrust, I sent new waves into her, notions of climax few and far between. Granted, she held her ground, but I knew she would want more. I kept the the pace, waiting for the sign. I got it. She whispered, whispering words which made me lick my lips in anticipation: 'harder'. I obliged, my speed accelerating, my thrusts going in harder, deeper. I felt her writhe underneath me, unable to hold any more. Screams of pleasure erupted from those soft lips, nails raking my back, trying to fight back. It only fuelled my fire. I kept pushing on, building up the intensity of my invasiveness. I could feel myself ready for the final blow, wanting to explode in the euphoria of the moment. I held myself back, waiting for her to collapse. She did, her body weakened, her breath shallow. I knew it was time. I allowed my own pleasure to erupt forth, an intense orgasm destroying what was left of my energy.

I collapsed. Adrenaline levels were coming down,  the beast inside of me returning to it's lair. My senses were returning, catching notions of movement beyond the walls around us. Conversation, music, cooking. Stephen was home. She moved beside me, wrapping herself around me. She wore a smile of content, she was satisfied. I had to admit, I felt the same. The intensity of the moment had consumed me, turned me primal. Times like that were rare for me, even more so during sex. A smile spread across my face at the thought, and leaned over for a smoke.

We chatted for a while, allowing our bodies to recover. We smoked, had few drinks, it was...surprisingly candid. It seemed almost as if anything went with her. It all felt a little too relaxed for someone who's used to the post-sex silence that normally follows. Then again, it made for a refreshing change.

We went at it for for a few more rounds, each one better, longer, more intense than the last. The end of the night beckoned for us to sleep. I felt myself dropping into unconsciousness late into the night. I mind played the events of the day back, all the emotion, the lust, the fire we created. The images were vibrant, a kaleidoscope of colours. Lust filled icy-blue eyes dominated all that I saw. Lips enveloping my slick piece, orgasms powering through my body, the screams of my prey filling my ears, and igniting my primal side even further.

I awoke to see her lazing in my chair, cigarette clasped between dainty figures.She passes a comment about my sleep, something regarding my posture. I merely laugh then lean in for a kiss. She responds in kind, putting the cigarette down into the ashtray. I reach for her, hands touching places that excite her, hers reaching my own. We lay back on the bed, mutual masturbation giving our bodies a wake up call. I work faster, bringing this woman to further reaches of pleasure. She brings me to the edge, my muscles tightening at the sensations. We explode together, like two suns going supernova. We lie there, she on top of me, breath caught short by the experience. I grab two smokes, light them, and pass one over.

The day goes by quietly, our bodies still to exhausted by all the pleasure. Conversation flowed. Gossip on mutual friends and events of the night that we missed filtering down to us. The other that I had designs on, has been equally as naughty as we had been that night. Many were in a buzz over us as well. I had to smile at the disturbance I created with this group. I don't think they had come across such a person as me before, able to sweep many women in a single day, the anger some of the men that their muses were preoccupied by this older, more experienced man. To be honest, I didn't really care. I got who I wanted, and I was happy with that.

She receives a call from home, it was time for her to take care of other duties. I took her down to the station, waiting with her by the platform. Her train rolls in, she leaves a single, lingering kiss on my lips and walks away. I watch the train leave the station, taking her to her own destination. I make my way to the local pub, fancying a taste of the beer. She sends me a text, thanking me for the weekend. I reply: 'That's alright Lydia, it has been an exciting weekend for me too, I hope we can do it again.'

'Oh, it will happen.' Came the reply...

Egyptian Cotton

The shirt draped his shoulders like a cloak of a regal. His masculinity covered except for the the few teasing buttons at the top. The collar, sharp and crisp against his dark, tanned neck, gave way to a face that sculptors dream of creating. A chiselled look set him as a man that could melt the hearts of anyone that dared to look. His eyes, a deep blue only found in the deepest oceans, focused on my own dark earthen eyes. He stepped towards me in the setting sun, the call of birds answering each footfall. I looked on in awe, a veritable god was walking towards me, confidence and sexuality oozed from every pore. I felt my heart race, my nerves longing for his touch. Oh, his touch! Fingers, as soft as a petal from a rose, sent notions of sensual thoughts through my skin. He is nearer, his chest rising at each breath, his muscles tightening underneath the Egyptian cotton containing them. He reaches me, my arousal plain to the audience around us. Their eyes looked on at this silent exchange, where hearts and minds battled to tame themselves. He reached for me, his hands touching my cheek. Electricity shot through my spine. Oh how I wanted him! I looked down to his shorts, and my delight is heightened by what I see. He moves to my hair, playing with each strand like a string on a harp. I couldn't take no more, reaching for his shirt, wanting to give in to the beast that wants to claim and dominate this god standing before me. But his power over me strengthens, His face leaning in closer, until I can feel his breath on my neck. Muscles twitched along his neck line, coaxing me into reacting to him. I did, settling my wanting mouth to his neck, tasting his skin at each kiss. He responds in kind, every touch of those lips of his making my heart skip a beat each time. He whispers to my ear, a sound so soft that I could barely hear him over my heart. 'Let me take you away for a while, to a place where only few dream of going.' How could I refuse? I offer my hand, shaking at the prospect of this man having his way with me. He takes it, leading his young prey to somewhere where my dreams can come true with him. We reach my room, my own masculine domain, where the hearts of those who have surrendered to me for pleasure. Now, it was my turn to feel such pleasure. The door shuts behind us, and his hand reach for my waist, peeling my cotton tee away from my trembling body. I let him lead me, knowing that I can not take control of this god-like creature for my own devious plans, rather letting fulfil them for me. He undressed me in the sun-kissed room, leaving me bare at the open windows, the eyes of those who we were with watching my every move. This fact alone sent a wave through me, knowing that, not only am I going to be sent to the heavens with this man, but also knowing that those I love will be watching me from the ground. He wraps his arms around me, noticing that his shirt was gone. And so was his shorts. He whispers once more, the last words I will here before the day is gone. 'Now is the time for you to let go.' I smiled to myself, catching his form in the reflection of the window. I leaned forward, parting myself, waiting for his manhood to take me away. I felt him slide inside me, his thick cock filling me no other has before. He teased me for a moment, sliding himself and then pulling out again. He repeats his actions, my ass wanting more of him. He gets into a rhythm, causing wave upon wave to crash through my body, I couldn't hold any more, my resolve dissipating with each thrust. I let out a moan, load and long, capturing the attentions of those below us. I watched their faces as they recognised me, their jaws dropping, gasps escaping them. One of them, the only person within  the group who had designs on the man sending me to the stratosphere, raised her hands and clapped quietly, a smile telling me that she wants to know how he felt, how he touched. I smiled at the eyes below me, and then allowed myself to become absorbed into him...

Two Conflicting Thoughts...

I've been thinking. In all my time of working on things that needed doing in my life this year, I haven't got a clue as to where I'm going. Should I carry on this road that I am walking, or should I take the turn off? If let's say, for example, I take the sum of everything I have accomplished and compare it to what I hoped to have done, it just doesn't add up. Yes, I have vastly improved my love life, creating a network that rivals even Alex's impressive list, and yes, I have learned a lot more about myself, and yes, I am on track to completing my mission, but has it been enough? Back in September, I hoped that I would be doing what I wanted to be doing by now, a regular life with all the trimmings, but I haven't made it. Have I failed though? In my opinion, no I don't think so. I think that certain parts of my life are just taking longer than they should. Maybe it's the current state of affairs, maybe it's that the distractions of life (not sex mind) took more dominance than the more key elements that needed focus. Or, in all honesty, I'm getting lazy. Out of all that, a part of me is glad of the way things have turned out. I have found a passion to which I can actually stick to, and I have created a facet of my personality which fits in such a way that denounces a lot of my shortcomings. And in all that, there is that conflict. A part of me is saying that I have failed in my task, while another is saying that I have done done things which I wouldn't usually do, and that I should be proud of that.

The thing is, if I take a step back, I should really see both of these thoughts as correct. Yes, I have failed in what I originally set out, but I did all that and more. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard, and I should just think over the nice little session I had with Jen tonight. Mmm, that was a good session. at least a good hour of nothing more than pure sex. N o games, no whips (thank god), just good old straight sex. It is one worth remembering, and one I will share with you, after I have slept.

One more little thing before I retire. I have written up the next chapter of my Dark Angels work, and I will post it up in a couple of days. But until then, I shall sleep and dream on the nights sensations.

-.AA.-

Jen

Right, now Jen is one of the six lovers that I have at the moment (what can I say, I like variety ;) ). I have been seeing her since November last year. a blonde, very leggy lass, never afraid to so how what she has got. She's one of those Uni girls, and true to form there is no limit in her sexual desires. I can think of one session that we had where she really went all out.

She gave me a call at about 2:30 on a warm, March afternoon, wanting to release some 'pent up horniness', as she calls it, and have a little smoke after. I agreed, and arranged to be at hers in about half an hour (I found out when I first met her, in a bar, as you do, that she lived just down the road from me in some decent student digs). I got there, a bit early, thankfully, and she greeted me at the door by throwing a leather noose around my neck, and pulling me in. I collided into the table in the hallway, breaking two of it's legs. She merely giggled, and said something about pulling a tad too hard. Then, the Dom inside her showed up. I never pegged her for this sort of game, but she was in her element. She threw orders at me, forcing me to strip down to nothing, whipping me with a cot-O-nine tails. I stood there seething at her, this isn't normally my sort of thing, I'm willing to participate if there are ground rules or something to the like, but not when it's jumped on me. She kept barking orders at me, like I was dog performing tricks for her. One order she gave was for me to lick every inch of her thigh-high boots. I hesitated, and she hit me again, drawing blood from my arm. The façade dropped, and she started apologising.

She barely got two words out. I grabbed her neck, swinging her into the bedroom door. I was shouting, having a go at her for depraving me in such a fashion. I can't remember what I said, except for one thing: 'You really want to play this game? Then I'll SHOW you how.' With that, I chucked her onto the bed. I ripped her bra and thong off, Jen screaming at me to stop I didn't listen, hell I didn't care. She had restraints set up, ready to bind me. I dragged her across the bed, shackling her her face down. I stood there, looking at Jen. She was struggling, trying to pull free from the restraints. Then, I felt the emotions coursing through my veins. Anger, so much anger was within me, yet equal to that was pleasure. It was so strong, I couldn't resist it's call.

I picked up the whip, studying it's design. Nine long strands, knotted in places, connected to a long, think, hard leather handle, with a large knot at it's base. Instantly, I knew what I was going to use it for. I went back to Jen, sliding my finger up her leg. She asked me what I was going to do. I merely said that I was going to make her scream. I could hear the fear in her voice, and pure malice in mine. It almost surprising to hear myself speak like this, this voice only awakens during times of extreme danger. Yet, this wasn't one of those times, they went a long time ago. I was confused, not understanding how such a beast that I had hoped was gone from my life to take over. And yet, like the most potent of drugs, I was completely under it's spell.

I glided my fingers down her back. She squirmed, touching every area that causes her so much pleasure. I circled her arse, tracing the side of her legs. I took the whip and brushed her cheeks. Jen struggled more, knowing what I was going to to her. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three lashes against her left cheek. Thwack! Three more against her right. She cried out at each one, her flesh visibly shaking. I out on another voice, one of sarcastic affection, and ridiculed her about her bum wriggling. I slid a finger down between her cheeks, deep red lines giving her skin a look of chaotic roads. I slid down, past her arse, and into the folds of her lips. I stroked her, bringing her body to the point of orgasm. I could hear her moans, her sounds obscured my the cotton sheets. I heckled her more, asking her if she was enjoying it. She moaned out a yes. I asked her if the whip was helping. She gave another forced yes. I smiled, knowing that I had succeeded in my mission.  I climbed on top of her and asked in the most softest voice I could muster, a voice that melts her heart. I asked her: 'Do you want me to fuck you, my little slut?'  She could only nod, my fingers pushing her past the edge. She screamed, a scream of a powerful orgasm, as I impaled her with my cock.

From there on in, I gave her what she craved. My erection penetrating her, filling her, pleasuring her. Came over and over, her screams waning in the afternoon glow. She begged for me to take of the cuffs, but I didn't. I just kept going, alternating between her cunt and her arse. I started to feel myself starting to reach my edge, so I stopped to take off the restraints. I laid down, and she climbed onto me guiding my throbbing cock into her pussy. She rolled her hips, tensing her muscles to bring me to my own, soul destroying orgasm. I collapsed, my anger, my emotions that fuelled this fire, spent from my dick, deep within my lover. I looked at her, her eyes mere centimetres away from mine, and all I could do in that moment, was smile...

-.AA.-

Wait A Minute...

Yesterday, I went out for a little jaunt with Tiggsz, only into town to have a quiet drink. Thing is, she got a call. A group of guys she hangs round with normally are around, and asked her to meet up with them. I was going to head back home, I had Jen coming over (Jen is one I haven't said anything about yet, but I will do soon), but Tiggsz had other ideas. She literally dragged me to the local shop to pick up a bottle of vodka. She was buying, so I thought why not? A few people, a few drinks, might even get a bit lucky here. So I went along for a while. We met up with this group, mainly the sort of people who I wouldn't socialise with, but friendly enough. I got chatting to a few faces I knew from when Tiggsz brought certain elements of the group back to Chilton. A couple of them though, I didn't know. Two girls, Lydia and Kim, were two fresh out of college students, enjoy the good life, and pretty much everything else. Anyhow, I got chatting to them, and Lydia, who at first was the sweet, innocent type, confidently told me that she was an 'open, bisexual, poly'. I nearly choked, no, really I did. For some reason I always find the ones you least expect. I just had to grill her. She told me a hell of a lot about her sexuality. She told me, in the most intimate details, what she likes, what she doesn't, how 'open minded' she is, what she is willing to do with a lover...oooh, I wanted to take her there and then in the park we were in.

Kim, however, is the exact opposite. More reserved than Lydia, she the sort of girl that, when the situation arises, wants her new partner to be 'exclusive' to her. Shge also, apparently, not that experienced in the bedroom. Well, I hate to say it, but I am surprised. Kim has a body to die for. Olive skin, ample boobs, a gorgeous round bum, hour-glass-like figure, lovely legs. On top of all that, she has a wonderful head on her. And quite right too. She, unlike me or Lydia, takes more pride in her own sort of way, not in her sexuality. I have to admit, I respected that in her, better to have a head, than to have a bedpost.

Now, the afternoon wore on, and Kim was nigh on glued to me the whole time. Not that I didn't mind. She does seem a nice girl, but I couldn't do what I do with her, I can see the complications from here. Later on, when the vodka died and the wind picked up, Tiggsz and I said our goodbyes, Lydia giving me a very hinted kiss to the lips, Kim giving me hug which felt like a vice, and we left for home. That evening, Lydia added me on Facebook, and we resumed the sex chat. for a good hour, we teased and flirted each other to death. It got to a point where I literally said 'fuck it, do you fancy meeting up sometime for a bit of fun?' All I got was a wink back. I hope that means a yes, because by god, I think I found a kindred spirit.

After that hour of intense conversation, we went to bed. Then both Aimee and Sonia contacted me to talk. Aimee, who has for the past day or two, been away in the Cotwolds out West, told me that she is planning to move out there with her father. Damn, I had a small feeling that she may head out there, but I didn't know it would be a permanent move. Sonia is leaving as well, she is going to head out to Leeds to be with her boyfriend. I couldn't believe it. The two girls I would drop all the others for, and they are both going away. How did I feel? Pretty pissed, to be absolutely honest with you. But, there is nothing that I can do about it, they have made their choices, I have to accept that and move on.

So, I had an eventful day yesterday, met a couple of gorgeous girls, and found out I'm going top lose a couple of close friends, and their regular company. An up and down day, but oh well, some you win, some you lose.

-.AA.-

Disobedience

He twirled the knife through his fingers, staring at the beauty tied to his bed. She squirmed at the site of his imposing figure, afraid at what he was going to do with the blade spinning menacingly around his fingers. He reached out with his one free hand, caressing her naked body, swirling his fingers against her pale skin. 


'Child, you have disobeyed me again, you know what that means, don't you?' 


She trembled at those words, she knew what it meant, that's why she disobeyed her master. He pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach.


'This time, since your disobedience has caused much embarresment to me, I am not going to administer the punishment,' her eyes went wild. 'Instead, I am going to let my friend show you what it means for embarassment to come upon you.' He turns to the door and calls out. 'My Lady, it is time.' 


A woman, tall, lithe, almost elf-like, walked in. Dull, black leather encased her slimline form. A whip, nine knotted leather strands tied to a snakeskin handle, fluttered menacingly with each step. The Lady stared at the tied victim with an almost bloodthirsty lust. 


'Is this the disobedient one?' 


'Yes, my Lady, and as you can she, she is ready for you to exact her punishment.'


'Good.' 


She unclasped the whip from her side, gliding it over the young girl's skin.


'You shall not speak, you will not resist, if you do, the pain will become worse. Do I make myself clear?' 


The girl, visibly shaken at her new Mistress, nods her head. 


'Very well,' 


The Lady brings the whip to bear, lashing at the thighs and arms. Her victim writhed in pain, fighting hard not to scream, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. She could feel herself wanting the lashings, craving the sensations it brings. Six more lashings came down onto her, each leaving their mark. 


'Turn her around, my young Errant.' 


'Yes, my Lady.' 


He unclasps the shackles from her wrists and ankles, deftly twisting her body until the as yet untouched skin was exposed. The shackles went back on, a little tighter than before. Face down, she couldn't tell when the nine strands will come, making her contemplate the what would come next. She could here whispering, too low for her to hear. A sliding sound, like a box being dragged across the floor. More movement at the foot of the bed, then a cold wetness sprays around her most intimate area. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it more.


'Errant, if I may.'


The Errant handed the Lady a long, thick rubber toy. She stared at it for a moment, admiring it's beauty. SHe knew what such a toy could bring, and almost chuckled at the thought.


'It is time.' the Lady murmured.

Tiggsz' Sexual Adventures...Part 1....

it all started as i walked through the front door him in his jeans and her in his t shirt. we went upstairs listened to some music, he went out and came back with liquor, we drank wine and things got heated he said " go on girls i know you want to" she came over to me a kissed me.he came over too and we shared a passionate 3 way kiss and things got even more heated we undressed and as he climbed on top of her she pulled me in closer and kissed me and then slid her hand down my boxers and started playing with me clit teasing me, she then slid her fingers inside me making me extremely wet. we then swapped and i climbed on top of him and made him cum so hard whilst i was riding him i had slid my fingers into her giving her a multiple orgasms. we fooled around some more then he had to give up so us girls carried on and gave him an impressive show then we all layed there and cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. Tiggsz

Random Fantasy Thought...

He reached for the phone, vibrating it's way off the side of the table. It was her. A smile crept across his lips, thoughts of the last tie playing across his mind. The message asked him if he was free at that moment. He replies with a simplistic 'no'. Two minutes later, a knock at the door.Through the eyepiece, he see's a wisp of golden hair, sheltered by the hood of it's owner. His heart wanted to leap then and there, he knew it would be soon. He opens the door to his 'guest'. She steps in from the darkness, fire playing across those grey eyes. She said not a single word, merely brushing past him, her finger sliding over the bulge within his jeans. She walks into the living room, lowering the zip of her jacket. He would only look on, he knew the they were playing. He knew she would punish him if he made a single move, even closing the door would call for the crop. He could only watch her slide the leather gracefully over her shoulders, revealing nothing but bare skin. She turns, throwing her jacket aside. He could not move. His heart wanted her, to envelope her body within his arms, but that crop, that crop that played and teased the skin of her arms and chest, biting and breaking the skin of his. She walks to him, heels clicking on the floor. She casts the crop aside, watching his startled reaction.

"You, my love, have been patient long enough..." were her only words to her. It was all he needed...

The Reason For My Good Mood At This Early Hour...

I have recently had a mind blowing foursome with Harry, his girlfriend, her best mate, and myself. It was a... spontaneous decision. I was doing my usual late night sessions on Facebook, and Harry pops up on chat. At first it's niceties, the normal hello's, how are you's and such until he drops in the most random question that I have ever had online. "Do you wanna meet for some fun with my girl and her mate?" I, off all things, took a step back. Jesus, he must of said something now, so I asked. "Yeah, she knows." "I take it it's her idea?" "No, her mate's." uh-huh. "OK...where are we gonna meet?" "My place."

Shit. I wasn't expecting this, to be honest I wasn't prepared for it. So, picking up my keys and the usual crap I carry when out, I head to his. On the way, I was thinking if this was a joke, some prank on his behalf, he has pulled that on people from time to time. It wasn't. AS soon as I knocked on the door, I was being snogged by his Tammy's, Harry's girl's, mate Rachel. She intro'd herself, and pulled me into the living room, where Harry and Tammy were waiting. Tammy slapped me when she saw me, then kissed me. She said she didn't like the fact that I condoned his actions, but liked the fact I kept him right. I had to stop everything for a moment (Rachel was starting to kiss Harry, I was guessing that this sort of thing happened before), and asked if this was for real. Harry merely said "Yes." Alright then, I thought, who shall I have first...

This was my first four-way, and I have never felt so euphoric, no erotic, in my life. To feel Harry between my thighs, while Tammy's legs were wrapped around my face, was something else. Of course, toys were involved. We experimented with different positions, Harry having a vibe inside his arse while I devoured his cock. Tammy writhed in pleasure as I  thrusted into her pussy, Rachel feeding a thick, black dildo into her other hole. Stepping back while Rachel and Tammy, played with each other, Harry walking around, taking every angle of the events unfolding in front of us. Having Rachel against the wall, never slowing, never stopping. Harry taking a vibe to me, while feeding his own in as well. It all felt so natural. To be played with, to see a blond and a brunette fighting over my dick. To have Harry explode all over me, and to have both girls lick their way around my body...To have three gleaming holes wanting me to pleasure them. To cum over the faces of all three, damn I have never came so hard in my life...

It was the most intense sex session I have had in a long while, and I gave Harry a text, thanking him for the unexpected fun. He said to me: "No problem, maybe we could all do it again sometime." Oh I hope so Harry, I hope so...

Moans...

Right, I'm having a moan now. Alex, one of the guys I live with, has his new girlfriend over. And what do young lovers do in the middle of the night? Scream until everyone in the knows they are fucking! God damn, I have never such screamers in my life before! They really do take the piss in terms of sex noises. It's like every five, maybe ten seconds, all i hear is the rhythmic banging of his bed, her moans of pleasure, that wet slap of skin to skin, all of it combining into one major headache. I know I'm not one to complain, I can let out a moan of pleasure as loud as anyone, but they win the prize for it! I may just have to have a word or two him (though saying that, if i did walk in that room, with the handy master key I own, I'll get a good kicking!), but I think I'll leave that to the morning.

OK. Moan over, now for some ramblings. I am put up something which I wrote a while ago, tyet never had the chance to post it up, until now. So, without further ado, here it comes.

I love cock. Bold, I know, but, for all it's worth, I love it more than pussy. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy as much as the next man, but I just love cock. In my arse, in my mouth, it feels so GOOD. My lover, Harry, fucked me so hard the other night, I was in really bad pain, but I took so much pleasure out of it, I couldn't give a damn. His dick, long, thick, and slightly curved, felt like it was going to rip me apart, and that's what I love about sleeping with men. I can 'relate' to the pleasure they get from me giving them my cock. I know it, felt, derived pleasure from it, so it gives me a higher level of pleasure on top of what I get. Sounds a bit greedy, but think about it. Sex with women is a completely different pleasure to sex sex with men. You sleep with a woman, and you take that pleasure like it's worth more than gold, but take a man in your bed, and it gets, FEELS, more personal. I can't really explain it, guess I am a bit young still ;).

Now, I am quite experienced in the pleasures of men, but my lover Harry, I am his first. Bless him, he tries so hard. Like I said before, I didn't know he was bi when I met him. Then, around Christmas last year, he come out to me, wanting to explore this side of sex. We've been meeting up regulary since, and I hate to say it, but I've grown fond of him. I like sharing my bed with him, he has a way about him, the way he holds himself. Full of it, but is oh-so-vulnerable. I love it when he lets me lead, then gets caught up in the the euphoria of it all and takes control. It gives me so much pleasure knowing I gave him this chance to do it. Ooh, I need to change the subject, I'm getting excited just thinking about him.

So, now I need to find some sleep (or a way to help ;)) and I shall post soon.

Until then.

-.AA.-

Two Weeks On...

Two weeks later, my role within the crew was quickly decided. Since I had no commitments, in a sense, I was glued to Jimmy's side. That was fine with me, he supplied me with whatever I needed. Whether it would be smokes, drugs or alcohol, I had a constant supply. In a way I didn't like using him like this, but he pushed my objections away.

“Your are valued to me, Az. I have to make sure you're in good nick, eh?”

I wasn't entirely sure of what he meant by that. If he wanted me in good nick, why didn't he cut the line? I mean, my intake of the stuff should destroy me, constantly consuming more than enough alcohol to kill a horse in a week. Still, didn't mean that it was all fun and games. We had shit to deal with. There had been a lot of...disturbances lately, and that concerned me. My area was a quiet one, at best, things only flared up the summer months. It was November, and a cold one at that.

“Fiends never sleep.” That was Tetron's motto. I think he was a bit of a philosopher, always coming with a quote or two at random moments. Tetron. He was a wizened old fool, in my opinion, always with the quotes, always on the scotch. He reminded me of a pissed monk, at times. I remember the old priest I see on school trips to the local church back when I was a child. The two acted so alike it was uncanny. He had a thing for kicks as well, so he was a sort of Buddhist monk in a way. At least he weren't a preacher, like Pews. True to his name, he was a devout Catholic, and wore his cross with pride. He would read a bible passage out loud every day, whether or not of it's relevance. If it weren't for his love of hoods and tracksuits, I'm sure he would wear the collar. God only knows.

One Saturday night, during what seemed to be a regular piss up at Jimmy's, most of the crew were in full raving mode. The music was loud, the cocktails strong, and the pounding headache I had that night would just not stop. I took refuge in the 'Stone Shed', a wooden hut at the back of the garden. I sat in a deck chair, and rolled up another joint. At least it helped, to a point. I had put the Hi-Fi on a station which mellow music was the order of the day. Love songs and chilled grooves, just what I needed. There was a knock on the door.

“Az, you in there?” It was Lady K.

“Come in.”

Lady K swooned in, her favourite tipple in one hand, two glasses in the other.

“Jimmy was wondering where you had got to, so I thought I would take a look around.”

“With a bottle of vodka and a couple of glasses? Looking to get me drunk darling?” She merely giggled, filling the glasses up and handing one out to me. I took it, and set it on the table, picking up the beer bottle in the process.

“So, hows your face?”

“not too bad, still twinges when I laugh though.”

“That just means that your still alive. Oh, Intel wanted to know if you wanted that Nokia he's got.”

“Uh huh, I'll chat to him about that tomorrow. Can't be arsed with business right now.”

“Fair enough.”

We sat in silence for a while, the laughs of the others drifting across from the house. I took a moment to take concept of the situation I was in. Here sat a beautiful, if drunk, girl who, according to Intel, had a thing for me, and here sat me feeling at my shittest. It didn't look good to me, plus the Joints I had been self medicating on weren't having the effect I needed. K was fiddling with her phone. Texting, by the look of it. I let her on, not really in the mood for conversation.

“Az.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me?”

“what do you mean?”

“as in 'I want to be in bed with you' sort of like.”

Erm....hell yes! was my first thought, but I wasn't an arse, so I took something a little conservative.

“Well...yeah, I do.”

“Really?! Then why haven't you said something? Every other wank-stain I come across always try and pull me, yet your the first bloke I know who hasn't. How come?”

“Because I ain't a wank-stain, love.”

“oh.”

Hmm, nice. I get a 'oh' for not trying. Real fucking nice.

“What about you? DO you like me?”

She giggles slightly, fiddling with the zip of the hoodie she was wearing. “I suppose so, I mean you impressed me the night we first met. And you have been a nice guy to me. I've never known anyone willing like you before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you're always on the road, picking up this and that, doing favours for those fuckers without any question. And yet, you never expect anything in return.”

“well maybe I should start charging then.” I said with a chuckle. She laughs too and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. I turned my face at just the right moment, her lips touching mine. She pulls away, then comes back for more. I replied with a kiss back, and soon we were all over each other. She climbs on top me, straddling my legs. I wrap my arms around her waist, hands feeling their way around her back. She pulls the shoulders of top away from mine, and reaches down to pull my t-shirt up. I started undressing her, pulling at her zip.

Suddenly K pulls away, throwing her hood on the other chair “DO you want me, Azrael Angel?”

“I do.”

“then come here.”

I stand up from my seat, reach for her. I pull her into my arms, noticing the smell of her perfume. I could fell hands underneath my top. I felt her breath against the crook of my neck. She tugged at my shirt, and I lifted my arms. Topless, I slid the straps of her vest down her arms. She threw my tee to the side, and went for the buckle on her jeans.

Damn, I thought, this girl really does like me. I reached for the clasp on her bra, snapping it away. I've known this girl for two weeks now, and I was about to share a 'bed' with her. I couldn't help but smile.

“What're you smiling at?”

“Oh nothing, babe.” I kiss her passionately, her returning the favour. I felt the weight of my jeans slip away, and a cool breeze wafting against my legs. I was unusually warm that night, but I weren't complaining. I lowered her jeans, and reached for her. I could tell of her excitement, and that got me going too. I hooked the straps of her thong, and pulled gently on them. She had her hand against my crotch, and smiled.

“Mmm, someone's in a good mood.”

“That maybe,” I said, and lowered her body to the floor. “At least the feeling is mutual.” She giggles at that, slips her hand inside the elastic of my boxers.

The following morning, I emerged from the Shed to have a smoke. Lady K was on the floor, resting on the leather jacket I owned, her hood covering her modesty. I closed the door, and went to the house to get a coffee. The carnage of last was evident all over the semi, bottles and cans peppered the scene. Tame's dark mass enveloped the arm chair he slept in. Arch, bless her soul, had collapsed on the dining table. There were noises coming from the kitchen, so I went in.

“Good morning Az.” Jimmy welcomed.

“Morning, good night?” I returned, putting the kettle on. HE nodded. “Cuppa?” I asked.

“yeah go on then. Toast?”

“Erm... yeah, please.”

“two slices?”

“No, four.”

“Four?”

“Yeah, K's out back in the Shed.”

“Oi oi, get lucky then, mate?”

“maybe,” I said with a smile.

“You cheeky bugger!” Jimmy laughed. That was the thing with Jimmy, calling someone cheeky whenever they get lucky, never minded it though. I think he liked the gossip.

“so, go on, what happened?”

“TO be honest, what happened between me and K is gonna stay that way Jim.”

“Not even a rating?!”

“Not even that.”

“Damn, must have been good then.” I had to laugh at that, he was good at clocking on to things. TO tell you the truth I did tell him what happened a few days later, but by then everyone knew, so it wasn't really a big secret.

“where's everyone else?” I asked.

“oh, here there and everywhere.”

“same as usual then, eh?”

“yeah, something like that.”

I finished up the coffee, making enough for Jim, K and myself, and stubbed the cigarette in an ashtray. Jimmy had just finished making the toast so I grabbed a plate and went out back. WE sat on the patio furniture, lighting up a cigarette. I noticed Pews in corner, huddled up to a beer bottle.

“That guy is strange one.”

“who?” Jimmy asked.

“Pews, sat over there with a bottle for a bed mate.”

We both laughed. I heard music coming from the Shed. “K must be awake.” I said, and got up to see her. She was getting her clothes on. I opened the door and went in. She looked up in shock, then realised it was me.

“Oh, hey, where'd you go?”

“Get a bit to eat and have a smoke. Got you a bit too.”

“Oh, sweet, thanks babe.” And leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back, taking hold of her. She held me back, and stood there for a moment and enjoyed each other. It was passionate kiss. She wandered around my lower back, nails stroking my skin.

“Oi, you two love birds gonna come out and eat? Or are you let the toast get cold?” Jimmy shouted out. K and I laughed.

We got out after moment more, then joined Jimmy at the table. We sat and had a cigarette, and caught up with last night's events. Seems Kane had a bit of mad one, doing all sorts of drinking games with Tetron, who's a good holder of his drink. Kane was apparently passed out in the bath, after being sick a few times. Guy's a nut-job. He was always doing stupid shit like that. Excellent little joker though. Always joking around, even though he went to a bit of the extreme sometimes.

Geek got lucky and all. Seems he got a bit frisky with Shade's younger sister, Tam. Tam's a funny one. Not part of the group per-sé, but around whenever we got a session going on. Still, seems everyone had a good night. This group is always together, no matter what. Some of them work and that, but whenever they are off we are forever meeting up.

It takes a lot to be a part of the Angels, as you will see soon. However, it weren't all just blood and lust, but there was a hell of a lot of it in there.

-.AA.-

Do You Know What?

Fuck it. Sometimes it takes too long in my life for me to care anymore. yet, at this moment in time, I do give a damn. Last month, I received word that my Grandma had passed away. As I was very close to her, closer than my mum in some respects, I felt completely at a loss. I lost the biggest influence in my world, and I can not turn to someone. That didn't help. Yet, if anything, I tried to keep it quiet, especially at college. I had work experience at the time, and I had to leave to help with the preparations. I was working alongside Ferdi, one of the guys that was on the course with me and took the same post as me for work experience, grilled the Team Leaders to why I weren't showing up. he already knew of my Grandma's previous stays at hospital, so when Benson, one of the Team Leaders, mentioned something about family issues, he twigged on. He called me the Friday after her death and said to me 'my condolences, mate, i hope you are coping.' Truth was, I weren't. I had time off college, I was progressively becoming recluse, and smoking more and more each day. Then the following Wednesday, I went into College. It was the day before and I only went in to grab some paperwork and have a chat to the Leaders. I took one step into the class, and everyone stopped to look at me. They knew by now, so it wasn't long before the period of awkwardness and mumbled apologies. I never get that, saying sorry to hear about death to someone. Anyway, The funeral came and went, a little revelation at a wake (apparently, the second-woman-I-have-ever-slept-with's mother grew up with my mother, both were army kids, who knew?), which surprised me, now my love life took a good turn.

Zoe, an old, younger friend from the Red Lion days, started up a relationship with a Toni's sister, Leigh. Then I found out from Toni, who is under the same roof as me, started sleeping with her behind Leigh's back. Now, me being me, saw opportunity in this situation, and I don't mean in a good way. I offered Zoe to come over for a drink between the two of us, to which she agreed. She came over, looking like she always does, tight clothes showing off near enough everything. We sat and reminisced over Apple Sourz and Stella. It's funny how much can come up from the past. Conversation moved on, and with the added courage of drink in me, ventured into her subject of her love life. She sighed for a moment, and told me the whole thing. Now, for the sake of simplicity, I'll give the basics. Her relationship with Leigh started up my chance, meeting at a house rave and hitting off from there. Soon came the meeting with Toni, and it changed again. Zoe said that every time she was with Leigh, she thought of Toni, and that included when the couple were fucking. So she started linking Toni on the sly when Leigh was elsewhere. And now she feels closer to Toni than she does Leigh, but she can't dump Leigh on that alone. Leigh takes after Toni in most respects, and that includes the self harm. Leigh, like Toni, falls for everyone she meets, so you can imagine the pain this girl has went through each and every time. Leigh said to me once before I met with Zoe that if she found out Zoe had been sleeping around, she would top herself. Same old story then.

A few drinks later, and the flirting starts. I tell Zoe about what I thought of her while we grew up, that girl who you know is going to be overtly sexual, but you know the label you would get if we slept together (There was a lot superficial-ness in those days, so image and respect counted). She laughed at that, and kissed me. I could not resist, She is insanely erotic, taking every opportunity to turn on every one in the room. Things moved quickly, ending up under the covers of my bed. the sex was good. She knew her way around a man's body, and quickly worked out what gave someone pleasure. I had a feeling she took control a lot during sex, pushing to do what she thought would be good. I didn't let her, taking charge myself and pleasured her in every way I knew. She was...impatient at times, wanting to work on me, but not getting anywhere. It's true what they about men being impatient lovers, but for a guy and an impatient woman to share a bed, well it's a different experience in itself really. Fighting to take control of the motions, dealing out the pleasure in ways that suits us best. It turned things into an exciting game.

We have been seeing each other more since then, both with the others about and in private. Only one person knows about the four way romance, and that is Stephen. He is my confidant in Chilton, so his wisdom on things help in my life. He warned me about getting involved with Zoe like that, being Toni's, and Leigh's, response to when their love interest is fucking other people. I respect his view, but I am not going to stop. I like seeing Zoe when I do, and anyhow, Toni and Leigh are too high all the time. Sounds selfish, I know, but like I said, fuck it. Got nothing to lose, ain't I?

Well, time for me to sort my life out. I shall return very soon.

-.AA.-

A New Start of Sorts...

Hello

I am something of an enigma. I don't know why but that is how I feel. Now in my experience, enigmas don't have problems, but I do...it is strange though. For a man of my age and wisdom, it is completely irrational. I have three women in my life which I care completely. One is an old friend who has recently waltzed into my life after six years. Her name is Sonia. Another is a girl across the country who I have met online. She's Jessie. The final one is a mature woman who I also met on the Internet. Her name's Josi.

Sonia

Now Sonis is a girl I've grown up with for most of my teenage life. We loved, we fought, we drunk, experimented, and anything else that kids did. After my time was cut at the school we went to together, we lost contact for over six years. At first it was strange, not hearing her voice, goading me into drinking half a bottle of wine while spinning. Then as time passed, the memories faded. Then, a week ago, she contacts me, demanding I see her for lunch. So, after making arrangements, me met. It felt like I was a child again. All the laughing, chatting, and booze brought up a thousand memories from my past. Also, old flames burned deep inside my heart. Intoxicated, I took her home, where against better judgement, made love with her for the most part of the afternoon. For some reason, I don't know why but it felt like we have done this act for years, the positions, the adrenalin, old emotions lit up by the days intake. We parted that night to attend to whatever duties we had that night. I walked aimlessly around the town, smoking Panamas and stealing the smile of the Cheshire Cat.

Jessie

I've known Jessie for a few months now. She kind, quirky and hilariously funny when drunk. She's also insecure, under-confident, and in severe denial about herself. No matter how many times I, or anyone else says how good she looks to her, she will block it. It annoys me to hell that she pulls up these walls, and drives up the wall when she randomly says she is an ugly, fat cow. The thing is, heart bleeds for her. I was once the insecure one in the corner, scratching at anyone who comes close. I want to help her so much. For some reason, I melt at the sight of a girl like Jessie.

Josi

Josi is a difficult one to describe. thirty years my senior, she looks barely looks a day over twenty five. Like most girls her age, she could mother me like a newborn baby. But she has a side I've never experienced in my short life. She wants something that, if I had the chance, I would give it to her without question. The problem is that I know I have not got a chance in hell to give it to her, so I would never experience being something that she needs. Yet, I can't stop thinking about her. She has been on my mind for about half of my waking hours.

So this is my dilemma. Should I pursue the old flame? Become a pillar for Jessie? Or throw everything to try and become a part of the older woman's life. It's driving me mad. I know love and lust are two separate emotions, but I can't separate them. Another factor to this dilemma is that I've recently ended a three year relationship because the girl wanted to travel and do the things she wanted to do. I can't complain about it, but my heart still wants her next to me in my bed, to feel her by my side on the long walks, to be able to take her hand carry her over the threshold. It's a problem I cannot solve. My only other option is to walk away from it all and concentrate on the other important things in life. But I don't want to that, at least, my romantic side of me don't want to to say the least.

I fear this problem, whatever it's outcome, would change just about everything in my life to an extent. I don't want to allow my life hang in the balance of this, but I fear it has become an integral part of it.

That is all for now, I hope I can decide my fate soon.

-.AA.-