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~Blown Away~

From: Azling
To: thevampiredagon
Subject: ~Blown Away~
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 21:06:04 EST

::she can't help but sit totaly flippen out as she reads his latest letter....nothing at this point should suprise her about their unique relationship..yet it does.....:: (this is no shit..I dreamed this last night..only to wake and read your letter...I am once again f*cking Amazed!!!...When I first woke I asummed I dreamt this due to the fact that I was about a 3 days ago exposed to a killer magic show....and the fact that you had spoken of walking the wire by proxy............that is until I read your letter..and I can not help but to lay full credit to you for this dream..although parts of it escape me..and are slightly hazed...this is the jist....)

::her eyes sift about the hurried scurry of the other magicians...darting about in their glittering garbs.. back stage....as she relaxedly kicks back against the wall...... they prepare their props to make their magic to perfection....testing repeatedly the suredness of the trap doors...false compartments.....easily shattered glass.....etc....she can't help but to grin at their attempts.....knowing the show "they" will but on is far from guised.....thinking what a shame not many will truly belive it...they will simply think it " just another Magic trick"....the boom of the applause signals her attention ..as they are the next up.....she slips from the wall...with a calming inhale...even in her giddiness......steping toward the stage......a firm hand rests to her shoulder.....a warm whisper grazes her ear..." Ready Love"..turning to peer into her sweet Dagon's eyes...she sparkles a smile at him...resting her hand over his upon her shoulder.....and nods..."Always my Sweet"........a deep sweeping kiss ensues...(( for some reason in the dream it felt like a regular ritual ..the kiss that is ....before hand))....the two stalk launguidly out onto the gothic staged set.....simply dressed in black......((ahhhhhhh::her heart takes to a rushing pound as she just at this moment while writing him...lays eyes to his latest repose.....rushing through the rest of the dream as she does not want him to hold his breath for to long ::grinz and winks::)..............   ...He chains her onto the granite wall....a soft grey padding surrounds the contoures of her body....only a mere few inches of it over hang her form.....the rest of the wall ornately scrolled.....two viscious looking gargoyles stand on each side of the wall.....the set dark...fogged in dry ice.........before he leaves her to be...he presses a ravenously erotic kiss to her...((wanting to covey to the audience the passion they truly hold for one another...along with the simple fact they can simply not get enough of each others taste))....

..he paces back...dramaticly.....poising to begin.......the wall she is chained to begins to rotate.....having been initialy facing the crowd...it turns slowly and stops..sideways.....so the veiwers see the front and the back of the wall.......no possible chance that this could be fraudulent................ the daggers gleam in his hands....rapidly taking the audiences breath away as he throws the first.......her eyes not for a second leave his.,......((for some reason at this point in the dream..I feel like I know..that the chains would break away if I pulled hard enough...possibly an escape in the event a dagger strays..))) each consecutive dagger taking to their intended spot as he slings them......each sinking into the padded surface...only a breath away from her body.......as they all leave his grasp the audience appluades.....yet the act is not over as of yet.......as he slinks evily from the stage....the wall she is chained to suddenly begins to rise....seemingly by no means at all....((although I and you know it is a mecanical tugging that sends the wall upward))....no one even having noticed the platform to the right...far above their heads....nor the wire that connects it to a platform on their left....as the wall settles ..with her intact...just to the platforms level...he appears on the right platform.....((No net apparent below them)......a set of 6 daggers once again gleam in his grasp.........the suspense builds.....as he steps out onto the wire....( No pole of balance in tow either)......taking her in his sights....she seems now to pose a feinged struggle.......((faking it of course...as if she were in fear::laughs::)....as he slides along the wire toward her...never stopping completly....he slings the glinting blades at her....between each...as he creeps balancedly closer on...she manages to slip from the chains....the first toss he sends....she struggles free from the hold on her left arm......the second he tosses...she manages to break from the hold to her right leg...etc........seemingly to duck the knives that dart at her...bending to free another apendage in each toss....the knives driving directly to a point in which she "would have remained"..had she not shifted to free herself in that moment........the entire thing seeming too perfect to even be timed.........as he edges on closer....the last toss free from his strong hand....the last chain breaking free from her......she begins to creep out onto the wire......the two dark garbed figures...meet in the middle.....and an all consuming kiss of passion seals the act........the crowdgoes wild in a standing ovation..::..........((..when I awoke to your letter..I was simply blown away....that you would choose to right me of this past of yours,.....upon my dreaming of a simular situation.........you know::that wicked ever sightful snarling grin returns to her.......if you were to have the patience.....I would be forever in your debt...if you would teach me the ways ......I have always been a good student...even for the things I do not hold a passion for........I am sure there must be some sense of "natural" embelishment envolved in these sorts of acts.....yet I truely belive I posses them all........ I have always held a passion for the likes !!!.....I have always had a lust to learn them !......... I rush through this dream only because I want to lay full attention to your latest letter......*Melting in extacy in his words of lost control ...as she spite the same feeling should his voice whispers to her*......))

Ohhh my love,
I love the thought that you "need" me to see these things you have accumulated for me....and I can not even begin to descibe how very very much I *hunger* to see them.....if for some reason...we can not meet one another on this passing new years eve(or SOON) ...do PLEASE send these to me....I am starving for more of you.....::that bite sinks into her lip again..this time pressing pain as her wants of him are driving her mad::.......send it to this address....**** ****** *** Ft. Wayne, IN. ............The 29th is yours my love...I would never dream of attempting to tear you away from something that is important to you.....~never~.......................................and unfortunatly since this *new* place I live truly does not hold a anywhere that is dear to my heart ( as I wish so much that it did)..We will have to work with what is given us....unless that is..( and I can not wait this long to taste you !!)......I am flighting for journey to my familys home... on the 10th of January....that being Florida...untill the 14th........the scenario of meeting on the beach comes to mind::..sighs longingly::....

~The Time~
New Years Eve...1998....at 11:00 pm.....

~The Place~
My Hood

~The Circumstance~
Beneath my balcony .......a single fleeting glance...a blindfold.....a ride.....arrival at ...Mmmm..who knows where...( don't you just f*#%ing love suspense and mystery.......I Do !! ) or In one of the few clubs this place holds(::chuckles at the term club...since it is at the most..big....loud...& dark) perhaps a local grave yard Meet at my entrance way and see where the night takes us from there..... (such a shame I am so new to this place..and am not sure of just everything it harbors ::whimpers ::)

My Sweet if the time is plausible for you....I shall nail down the details solidly.......whilst I wait to hear the voice truly from your lips......peer into those ::gasps hungerily::peircing eyes...............taste the lips already adore......wrap you tightly into my embrace....I shall drift in longing......I must see you soon.....the panges of hunger grow ohhhh so strong....::snarls..with a glint in her thirsty eyes::.........

~Violent Embracing Hugs~
~Ravenous Bloody Kisses~
~Chained once again at Your Mercy~

~Azling~

 

 


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