Awaken My Spirit!

Just something different as my heart has calmed down and my spirit was awakened by her nakedness returning slowly the man who held on dearly to his devotions.

Awaken My Spirit!

Hush yourself
little darling.

Keep quiet,
bite the tongue
between lipstick lips.

Heed my whispers
sent into the silence
of our breaths.

Slow gasps
breaking up kisses.
In sync of one’s heart.

Let us welcome
your unspoken desires
wishes enlightened.

Out of the shadows,
your skin, My canvas
Colouring, embossing the flesh.

No need to see.
Images of the heart set free
into the embarked space.

Lingering touches,
of leather and nail
lusting quivers overtake.

Bound body
You are my inspiration,
A captured passion.

Awakening my devotion!

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Sensual Sunday: Not your Usual!

It is one of those moments that just happen. The second your mind is taken away to the lands of fantasy. Colours changing, blurring against a black canvas creating an image of the person you just got contact with. To me it is a gentle brush of her skin, the distant smile I never seem to get any closer to. Watching her pull a lock of hair behind her ear with her polished and well manicured nail. A fragrance when she walks past my cubicle.

These moments sweep me of my feet and stop controlling my body. Motionless my heart fills with thrill and excitement. Skin changing to flush a bright red from the blood boiling in heat. When you read this you wonder as if I am talking about the once in a while, but for me it is every day.

Soon as my foot enters the floor on which I work I can feel my heart beat rise loud, to the point I can feel it pulse through my entire body. Each hair sways at the thought of her and their trembles reach the tip of my fingers with each beat.

When I walk in the kitchen I do my best to stare at the coffee machine and decide on my flavour for the day. But when my eye reaches its corner I see her.

Her breath so gentle and calm pushing away the steam coming from her hot tea. The lips curled in a precious smile press carefully against her cup before she pouts them together and takes a small sip.

My fingers feel across the face of the machine and press the first button it comes across. As I am about to turn my head around her eyes meet mine and shock rushes underneath my skin. Eyes wide I start reading the display, waiting for it to beep and tell me my ‘Soy milk coffee, no sugar’ is ready to be taken out of the cup holder.

‘Crap my least favourite’.

As my mind dwells on her kissing the cup, I find myself naked with her on before me, holding tight on my pulsing cock that starts to hurt from being folded.

I shake my head waking up form my moment of fantasy and put down the cup of coffee and run of to the bathroom. Swept open a cubicle and locked the door behind me to sit down with my hands down the pants sorting out the agonizing pain.

Praying…

Hoping…

She did not see me get hard!

©Ranting Crow

Just had me a moment to write again, so I did. Hope to be able to continue the unfinished Snow White soon.

 

Just Once…!

It might not be something special as it is just written in a very short time span. It is however the flow of my thinking and the path it had set out on. A wish or dire need, just once came to my mind.

Art by Olezza Moiseeva

Just Once…!

Just once I’d wish,
Wish for something.

To go back in time
and bent the rules
change my choices
and end up
somewhere else.

Again walk towards
unknown future
Unsure if I was wrong
and end up
with what I know.

Just once I’d wish,
wish for something.

And dream at days
of what might have been
could be done
and end up
with my fantasy.

Deep inside I know
they are but desires
unhappiness itching
and end up
with what is now.

Just once I’d wish,
wish to be honest.

Accepting the things
I done and chosen
to be the best
at given times
and smile today.

That I can wish
for upcoming days.
To change the way
we look back
at our choices
In the past.

Just once,
I’d wish...

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

This was pretty much inspired by an Irish Lady called Alanna Diggin at Indecisivedamsel. Her production of “Just Once” series, that had aired on Radio Kerry for her training course. It had set me thinking of what I could do or have wanted to do. What might need change, or more importantly what I can change right now, today.

The concept is simple, so give it some thought, Just Once.

Ben-toes: New Kingdom Knights 11

Ben-to: New Kingdom Nights 11

When the glow of the street lights cut further away of the darkness from which she is ascending everyone was able to see Shiraume with a firm pace walking towards them. The ponytail waves left and right together with that big white bow that hold it together. “Why you Pervert, what is the meaning of this.” Her voice is firm and as always straightforward. Behind her a pair of glasses reflect some light in a flash before ducking in a pair of bushes.

Satou tries his hardest to be innocent. After all he is innocent, right? “Hey… Hey Shiraume, what brings you here.”

A hand sweeps through the air and plants itself full on Satou’s cheek. “You really done it this time. Abducting these women.” The right hand swings even faster and slaps his face the other way. “You don’t want me come looking for you, do you?”

“But are you not already here…” Satou tries once again to get away from her terrible temper in which she protects her friends. In was that in the meantime Shaga had hid behind Sen and Oshiroi was frozen on the spot holding her school bag half in front of her face.

“Did I tell you to speak?” A knee lifts up between a pair of legs and have Satou collapse on his knees down on the floor. “Are you allowed to speak?”

He rolls in pain with Uzu laughing in her hand. “He is the chosen, beaten by a girl? And he likes it. Haha he really is a pervert.”

An angry red face looks up from the ground up. “Does it seem I am enjoying myself.”

Sen steps up to the front of the group to stop Shiraume doing any more hurting upon Satou. Her head is cool as she speaks up in front of the Class President. “If anything we wanted to get those who tried to abduct them. They are holding up here in this super.”

A finger pointed down on the map has Shiraume take a quick look and turn her gaze towards Oshiroi. Fear creeped up her spine and had her shiver of the memories from last time Shiraume had took her away. It was like al she was able to do was nod in agreement with her Senpai.

Shiraume didn’t even hesitate and grabbed Oshiroi’s hand and dragged her along. “Show me, who.” Her aura had turned black passing Shaga she flicked her arm out and pulled her by her shirt. With frantic waving arms and tears in her eyes Shaga is dragged along with Oshiroi towards the super. “I don’t wanna, I wanna go with them. Please Satou. HELLLP”

And if on command another group vanished from the shadows. Leaving some behind hiding away from the light. Satou has gone up and emptied his lungs with a deep sigh. “Who would have thought she would come here as well. She is scary. Thank you Senpai.”

“Let’s go. I am getting hungry.” Without to many words and a grumble in her tummy Sen walks away in the directions of the last Super.

To be continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

City in the Desert by Mark Tarrisse

Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

“Hiii.” The reaction was childish as the little hare jumped back from the rail and grabbed onto one of the highest rung she could reach. Without a sliver of fear she went up one step after another, even stopping after 5 steps to look behind her and see the large island being left behind.

It was when her eyes looked down she saw Hiiro still standing still and not even made an attempt to reach for the ladder. His cheeks were painted red beneath the hand that was covering his eyes. “You not coming?”

He girl shouted with all her might to make sure her question would reach him. The cold wind swept through her words. They were the first she spoke towards Hiiro in confidence as if to acknowledge his good spirit.

“I cannot Missy. Me in the rags up there. You go find a puffyduck.” An eye peeked through two fingers to watch her continue her climb further up. The dress caught a gush of wind and was blown up her black slender legs. His fingers squeezed tight as he saw the hem slide up her thigh. ‘Hiiro go home to wife.Promised, No tempting little girl.’ His mind told himself he is a good man to keep his promise.

The real fact was that Hiiro is truly a gentle soul and always willing to help others. Hough his wife may be another story. Her figure is even bigger than his, her arms covered by golden blonde hair hide her true power. Muscles to carry a tree in a single hand. Always misunderstanding her husband’s intentions and drag him home if he had helped a young lady again.

To her there was no excuse, he married her and she would make sure he would stay with her. Even this moment would be enough to have her explode in jealousy. Unwilling to reason or listen he would lose to her strength. He gave in because he simply loved her with all his being, but that is not what she saw. He was flirting with younger, slender girls. One time she grabbed a tree and snapped it when she saw him get a flower from a girl which pet he had helped from a tree.

Ever since then there had been a rumour in the tribe that wherever Hiiro roamed a monster would appear. A vengeful shriek would scare everything away and sweep him from his place to be dragged back home.

He sighed and gave one last look up just to see the little girl climb over the railing of the upper deck. With a relieved heart his eyes gaze back at the castle. ‘Me is sorry coming home again Greta.’

With a startled face he turns around and looked up again. “Me never got name of Missy!” With his final words her resumes back through the opening down the stairs to continue his job.

All the while the little hare was patting her dress to adjust to its right form and clean a little dirt of. Peoples gazes looked in surprise as to wonder where this little girl came from.

To be Continued…

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