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The store was filled with objects that I had only envisioned before. The mahoganies and blacks of the tight leather begged for an owner to put some use into the too perfect seams. Corsettes in pinks, oranges, blood reds, silvers, and blacks dazzled the eyes, promising a night of fun and adventure should the buyer choose to wear them. Whips, paddles, crops, canes, and other devices of masochism bedecked the walls, each instrument of torture more pleasurable to imagine than the last. Restraints and bars, handcuffs and shackles lived alongside the other tools begging to wrap themselves around a wrist aching with the passion of a heightened pulse. Everything in the store made a vow to the buyer: I will take you to a place that you have never been before. Each tool had a story, a fantasy tied into its creation, perhaps a different fantasy for each customer that glanced at it as they walked past.
While all of this was fantastic, I couldn't help but be drawn away from the leather hanging so promisingly on the walls. I found myself instead pulled toward vinyl. The slinky little number before me promised more than a good time; it promised to unleash all of those yearnings and fantasies that I could before barely even acknowledge. There it was, the object of my desire in a black that shined like the ocean at midnight under a full moon. It didn't bother with silly things like chains or fastenings, just a zipper running down the back, a teasing easy access route.
The bottom was short, barely even touching my thigh. That might have bothered me if it was any other outfit, but this one was magical. It transformed my self-consciousness into pride, and I knew that wearing this I could show my legs to the world. The top cut down to show a dangerous amount of abundant cleavage while the sides cut sharply in creating a perfect figure that dared every man who beheld it not to stare and laughed knowing that they couldn't help it.
This outfit cast a spell over its owner turning them into the object of every man's fantasy, the unspoken fantasy of having a woman completely dominate them. It oozed sex. More importantly, it oozed power, control, and mystery. Anyone can put on a tight-fitting outift and feel sexy, but this oufit wasn't meant to be sexy. It was meant to be sex incarnate, and god did it achieve that goal.
Vinyl can be a very fickle material, easily streatched and warped. Leather can last a lifetime. In the end, durable leather will always be a more practical choice than vinyl, but I don't care. Why does pleasure have to be practical? When I am surrounded by leather, what draws my eye and makes my heart pump like nothing else can is the little vinyl outfit begging me to take it home.
Periathien · Fri Oct 26, 2007 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm making a vow right here and now. (Hehe. That rhymes.) I will not buy anything from Gaia for an entire week starting today. By the time the week is up, I shall be rich! Rich, I tell you! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha *inhale* hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Periathien · Thu Feb 22, 2007 @ 02:30am · 1 Comments |
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Writer's Block to the Extreme! |
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I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Writer's block to the exreme, I guess. I can't write anything! Okay, I have managed to get a few poetic verses out of my brain, but that doesn't count. I have so many great ideas, but no drive to write any of them down! Raaarrrrrr! How is it that I could get 100 pages into something and then decide to stop. I simply cannot bring myself to write more! writing should never be a chore. God, I'm so stuck. Maybe it will get better. I need a muse. That's what I need. Oh well. When you fall, you get back up again. Maybe someday soon I will sit down and simply WRITE again like I used to, let the pencil flow across the paper like a gull soaring over the ocean, producing pages and pages of work and feeling as if stopping would be to lose my slight grip on sanity. i used to write in a fevered frenzy, unable to stop! What has happened to me? i used to revel in that feeling, knowing that if I cannot get what is in my head on paper, I will die. That's what it felt like, and now that feeling is gone! *sigh* Maybe tomorrow.
Periathien · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 02:17am · 1 Comments |
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Hello. Another day. A beautiful day. no I haven't had much chance to work on my novel, but I did manage to finally print out one of my short stories. I'm going to submit it to our school's writing club. It'll do wonderfully, I hope. Anyhoo, that's all for me for now. Toodles.
Periathien · Sat May 07, 2005 @ 12:08am · 0 Comments |
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Today was a day that I spent away from the computer mostly and went to a high school honor choir practice. It was very fun, and it was nice to be acknowledged for my talent. When I'm writing, it's different because I don't let many people read my stuff and a lot of the time those people doubt my ability to finish my novel. Screw them!
Periathien · Wed Feb 16, 2005 @ 06:13am · 0 Comments |
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I'm up to 45 pages on my novel. I think this will be the shortest one of my series. I don't think I have much of a choice but to split it into many different books. Unfortunately, the storyline itself is so vast and detailed that it will take a long time of writing and then an even longer time of editing before I will be able to acknowledge the finish of my first novel. Oh well. I'm only 16. I've got to cut myself a little slack, right?
Periathien · Tue Feb 15, 2005 @ 12:30am · 0 Comments |
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Hey. Life is going pretty good. I'm brainstorming again for my novel whch is movieng slower than a speeding snail. I have most of the storyline worked out; its just sitting down and writing it thats driving me insane. I also have to finish typing up two other stories I've written (both over 12 pages). Fun! Yay! That's it for today.
Periathien · Fri Feb 11, 2005 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |
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