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Caress_Of_Darkness Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:46 pm
 Best friends. One is a lesbian in love with the other. The other has a boyfriend and is oblivious to her friends feelings.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:45 pm
Girl from an All girl school across the lake from the boys school Meet at a dance
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Caress_Of_Darkness Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 12:56 pm
 Bang bang.
As children, they played together every chance they got, vowing to be friends until the end of time. Even though they went to separate schools, lived on the opposite side of the tracks. Davids homework and Olivia's training never got in the way of play, even if there was a test to study for, they just wouldn't allow it. Over the years they did however, grow apart, Davids interests grew to his school mates, Olivia's time over taken by training. There was less time to play, talk, or even say hello, David was learning the importance of confidence while speaking in public, Olivia was learning the value of the phrase 'Aim to Kill'. David grew up knowing that his future was set in stone, taking over his fathers company, this knowledge fueled the rage deep within him. Olivia's future however was much less certain, her family barely staying afloat, her schooling provided for her future use, by a mysterious benefactor.
Nearly half a decade later David is given his father's company, this forced investment is not met with welcome eyes, Olivia however is met with the kind soft eyes of their youth. Though things turn sour when just a year later, Olivia trips up and David finds out why she got so close to him, his father being that benefactor that helped her family for so long. The months of training all for use against future customers, enraged by this discovery David swears revenge against this awful deception.
A great hall is decorated in black and white, men and women gather in clean tidy suits, holding crystal glasses filled half the way with champagne, a passing banner says 'Congratulation David!' in big bold letters. Passing a vast table an ice sculpture of twenty, its round edges, and the slowly melting ice. A squat man with a gray and white suit, jocular and loud he laughs heartily at a joke, introducing himself as an Old Man. Its Davids father, David stands next to him, his face in a fake smile his suit a black and white starched and pressed, he would often shift, tugging at the arms. Obviously uncomfortable about something, Olivia is walking towards him, her dress strange for the occasion, tall black boots jeans and a long sleeved shirt, all topped with a leather jacket. Pulling her sunglasses off she looks at David, a smile and a nod, her eyes shifting for only a second to his father.
Politely re-introducing herself to both the men, though David seems a bit confused by this act, he shows little sign of it, Davids father returns her introduction.
"Call me the Old Man!"
Storms of laughter over take any near by commotions, David tries furiously to lock eyes with Olivia, though he fails several times she finally looks at him. Later they would meet with out his father and reconnect from so long ago, a room in the house that would be privet and for them, and them alone for the next long year.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 10:52 pm
 Take me home.
Mae has spent years trying to find a man who can own up to her wants, time after time they have failed. One night on an outing to a club Mae spots a man sitting at the bar, watching someone, as the night progresses it becomes obvious that he has been watching her. Summing up the courage to talk to him she saunters over and begins the conversation. After a few hours they trade numbers, and leave, Mae is surprised to see is handwriting so crisp.
Clayton.
Folding the paper into a neat little square and pushing it into her pocket. The next day she stared at the number wondering what would happen if she called him. Dialing in the number she waited a few rings before getting to the answering machine leaving a short sweet message.
Days later they go out once more.
Things progress smoothly and Mae admits to her darker passion.
Clayton uses this to his advantage, pulling her deeper into the world of her fantasies.
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After working out the contract and going over the rules, Mae agrees to visit Clayton, though no longer as a girl he is dating, but as his submissive. Upon entering the house she runs through the rules in her head once more. Clayton sits in a leather chair facing the door, watching on anticipating each move, as he did set them up for her. Taking the collar from the door handel and fastening it around her neck. Placing the leash lightly in her mouth and crawling on all fours to Claytons feet. resting the end of the leash on his boots, waiting to feel the clasp of the lock that would ensure that her collar stayed on.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:36 am
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 9:23 am
 Plot Introduction:
Every now and then an act of random kindness will go differently then expected. Times are easy now and as life continues on without any worry about the little people, only the middle class that had worked up from being poor know it exists. Abandoned, little kittens starve in a box until one man comes along to save them. He has no idea what he got himself into until it's much too late.
Storyline:
Walking down the road from work [NAME] sees a box of abandoned white kittens. Taking them home was all too simple in the middle of winter when food was plentiful at that lonely apartment. [NAME] lives alone, fresh out of law school and just beginning to make something of himself as a lawyer. He has more then enough money for the little kittens until they begin to get older. As the kittens grow, they began to demand more and more of his time. They are quickly taught about kitty litter and where to eat, but the kittens just don't want to cooperate. They tear at his furniture and eat at the corners of his books. After three months of finally getting them under hand, he comes home to the biggest shock of his life, the three kittens are three twin cat girls.
This is a story about how three little kittens turn a newly graduate from Law School's life upside down.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 2:02 am
Flat Mates
Living together for many years becoming much alike, two friends, lovers, partners in crime, rule the underworld of music. Working together to keep each other happy these two are like a well oiled machine, using each other to obtain their own strange desires. Alissa is the queen of the two, keeping her hands clean while taking a deep joy in the physical pain of others. Using Devon to beat them down, mean while Devon takes pleasure in her constant mental attacks, breaking one down from every side. On the outside they are the definition of cool in this city, elite in every sense they have no care in the world. Living throwbacks to The Factory in a monochromatic color scheme, living off of the drugs and through the art.
Alissa and Devon.
Alissa moves with grace her eyes rarely holding still for even a moment, scanning the room for someone or something else. To gain her affection one must be willing to walk through hell, her preferred sadism lays in physical torment. Alissa however prefers not to get her hands dirty, letting someone else do the beating for her, unless she feels like they particularly need it. Though she will not keep any one from Devon she will threaten them to stay away from him, just to watch them fear her. Though Devon is often in on this he will not let on, enjoying the show as much as Alissa.
Devon strides into a room cigarette in hand and the whole world stops. If you have a itch he has the cure, though his eyes will scan the room for only one person, it seems as though he regards them all. A perfect gentlemen to match his leading lady. But even this perfect gentlemen has no qualms over ditching his jacket and settling things the old fashion way. Despite all this Devon would rather watch some one suffer through humiliation, fear, or even degradation. Often times he will submit to Alissa's wishes and use his fists for her pleasure.
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