The · Doubtful · Guest

Fragile Creatures

Which is a tale in six parts, of uncertain morality and dubious intent

This is not a celebration or a condemnation. Those who find such things within these covers are, in fact, terribly and tragically misguided.

Pauci es servo , infinitus magis es damno;

Illic est non satis salus praecessi inter

For Lili
Alas, I appear to have run out of red candy.

This is a "bucket list project I have been wrestling with for more than a decade. I finally lived enough to finish it. I hope it sees print soon... because "lIlic est non satis salus praecessi inter"


But you know that.

They feel good... I'm wearing 'em now, mingling the juju.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for your sincere interest in our well trained Slave jelly. Slave jelly is a well trained and one of the top slaves in this great organization, she is well oriented and a lady with high sense of humor,intelligent, very submissive and obedient will serve you well. I personally will recommend her because of her outstanding qualities and determination.

After we read your email today, we had a brief meeting with my board of directors to discuss about your wishes, and we concluded by calling her into the meeting for a brief interview during her leisure period, to know about her interest as a person you intend to secure from our Association, but i think we should say you are fortunate that she responded well as i can feel it in her that you are exactly her Match, and which we hence have no obligations against since she has agreed to choose you as her Master.

But i think it is important we let you know that you should try and be fast with every arrangement you want to make in securing slave jelly as your own because we cannot afford to delay her if we find another potential master that is ready to secure her immediately,and again we cannot allow you into this camp until you have paid to show some kind of commitment on your own side too.

But however, before the release of Slave jelly from our Association you will have to go through the necessary procedure as we do in our great organization.We shall require you to give us some information, in order to keep records on where slave is been traded to and who own them after our trainings, and then after you shall pay us off the sum of 750 pounds for our BDSM care,upkeep and training fee which enable slaves to serve master in a more submissive manners till they get satisfied.

Let us know when you have sent the required payment by getting back to us with all the necessary information,However all this is been done to ensure your slaves are in good hands and not with some nuts or serial killers who derives pleasure in maiming or torturing their slaves to death.

This fund is payable via Western Union Money Transfer.

And after you have undergone the two(2) process by giving us the required information and paying of the BDSM fee, you have own the slave completely from our association and you can hence negotiate any other thing privately with slave as you wish and please yourself. Then we can release all slave traveling documents and international passport and free them to locate you down your destination.

So kindly get back to us if you wish us to proceed with the release of slave jelly, so that all the necessary papers can be work out immediately.

Thank you,

The Association president

Furthermore, any matters of their mortality will henceforth be submitted to this office in triplicate for review and approval.

This shit stops now.

Thank you for your attention

Flagg

PS: This includes your motherfucking swine flu. I am watching you.

Here goes nothing.

  Here's the actual link to it.

http://eroticawakening.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=446431#

There's a nail in the door
 And there's glass on the lawn
 Tacks on the floor
 And the TV is on
 And I always sleep with my guns
 When you're gone
 
 There's a blade by the bed
 And a phone in my hand
 A dog on the floor
 And some cash on the nightstand
 When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
 And I just count sand
 
 What should I do I'm just a little baby
 What if the lights go out and maybe
 And then the wind just starts to moan
 Outside the door he followed me home
 
 Well goodnight moon
 I want the sun
 If it's not here soon
 I might be done
 No it won't be too soon 'til I say
 Goodnight moon
 
 There's a shark in the pool
 And a witch in the tree
 A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me
 And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
 Something's under the bed
 Now it's out of my hands
 There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
 And I hear something scratching through the wall
 
 Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
 What if the lights go out and maybe
 I just hate to be all alone
 Outside the door he followed me home
 Now goodnight moon
 I want the sun
 If it's not here soon
 I might be done
 No it won't be too soon 'til I say
 Goodnight moon
 
 Well you're up so high
 How can you save me
 When the dark comes here
 Tonight to take me up
 The mouth from woke
 And into bed where it kisses my face
 And eats my head
 
 Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
 What if the lights go out and maybe
 And then the wind just starts to moan
 Outside the door he followed me home
 Now goodnight moon
 I want the sun
 If it's not here soon
 I might be done
 No it won't be too soon 'til I say
 Goodnight moon
 No it won't be too soon 'til I say
 Goodnight moon

- Shivaree "Goodnight Moon"

I hate memes - but this is about books that matter, so here we go:

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.

There were three guests at the dream party. The one he took special note of was a dark haired man, with a long, long tongue. It was split. You know...

Like a snake.

...

I like her even more now.

ravenbait

When you see this, post your favourite poem.
 

This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable

Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold

And in the icy silence of the tomb,

So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights

That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood

So in my veins red life might stream again,

And thou be conscience-calmed—see here it is—

I hold it towards you.

                                                  John Keats

Recently I posted some savage, nasty things about a man who has always treated me with kindness, respect and friendship. Regardless of any disagreements we may have had, he never wavered in being supportive and treating me like a friend.

The things I said were unkind, inappropriate and vicious.

Wes, i'm sorry.

I'm writing again.

This time, I want your help. If you have a tale that would fit with the type of experiences I am describing below, please let me know - I want to interview you for possible inclusion in the book. No one gets named who does not want to be.

There is no instruction, here. Only scars.

This is not wisdom from an expert, or sage advice from someone who knows something special.

This is an accounting of mistakes, some of them funny, some of them terrible… a collection of blind alleys and dead ends. Most are mine, some are shared by others, but they all have something in common – we were all striving to get somewhere, to learn something - something that was important to us. Something which promised to define us, if we could only reach it. Something sacred.

Dominants are not encouraged to share our errors- not with those under us, and certainly not with each other. So, all too often we fumble along blindly, afraid of looking weak or foolish to our peers or partners, trying to embody the myth of infallibility like toddlers shuffling around in Daddy’s huge shoes.

Once we have made a move and we manage to make it work, often we will cling to it, wading out no further than the shallows we know, one trick ponies, soon to grow as tiresome as rabbits from hats, in danger of becoming cliché. Many Tops seem to live in terror of the looming possibility of failure, especially where our peers and partners are concerned. Mistakes are bad enough- but mistakes where someone might see? Oh, no. No, no, no. We often spend more time worrying and being afraid than we do acting, paralyzed by the daunting prospect and looming threat of embarrassment as if we are all at our first school dance, milling around the gym.

This is the fumbling towards the sacred, the road of excess that leads, one hopes, to the palace of wisdom. This book is about the various ways I have screwed up, made a fool of myself, and hurt people who deserved better.

This is about what I was lucky enough to learn from those times, those accidents, those people. These are my scars.

Without them, I would be nothing.

3: Santas Helpers

Again, what's really going on? Why do these purported elves submit to sweatshop conditions in what must be one of the gloomiest climates in the world, unless they are getting something out of it at our expense? Underclass masochism one day, bloody rebellion the next. The rat-a-tat-tat of tiny hammers may just be the beginning.

That, and two new, gleaming, wickedly sharp, spring - loaded implements of joy and dubious legality (but quite certain lethality) bring a smile to my face... and like the man says:

"Why so serious?"

Ho Ho Ho.