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~Screams~

 Dec 24 1998

~Screams~

Uhhhhhhhhhhh .....Mmmmmm...Ohhhhhh
Goddd::trembles violently from the vivid rushing thrill his visions of encounter have climaxed upon her.....knowing she has most definitly gone **insane**......the mad hatter not even holding a fair chance .....gasping pants of excited breath...a wildly raging pound of heart...as it feels as it will simply rip from her chest.....her fingers shaking ..sighting typo after typo.....backspace backspace..........::....I cant catch my breath...and ohhh my how I love it !!.................You surly must be inside my head.....because allllllllllll(save for the safe trip to the sears tower..as I find like you..that we are far to unique for such..especialy the first time we meet)

...your enticing suggestions simply leave me ravaged in my own thoughts....
...::not a word spoken.....a deep passioned kiss................shivers slightly...as she feels the mist of icey spray spew over her from the sidewinding slide at his side from the montains top.............at the bottom...they kiss once more.....then part ways....not turning to look upon each other as they walk away grinning...anticipating the night to befall them........at a predetermined time....they slip...only moments apart from one another...into the Rave bar......slyly lithering among the otherwise distracted and oblivious sweaty bodies ......spotting one another....in such evil gazes.....moving toward one another...slipping into a torrid embrace...thier bodies melting in rocking grinds to the rythmic thump of some dark industrial tune......fevered taunts of succulent kisses......feather like touches over one anothers swaying bodies.......warm tounges exploring each others flesh.....ravenous nips and bites.....hungered growls...drive them almost to the point of pressing into some dark corner...to satisfy thier lust.......and still not a word has fallen from their lips.....a glance at the clock......Ooooo only 30 minutes to the witching hour.....they break from one anothers arms...in a bolt for opposite doors......this time their eyes meet in the pass...Mmmm so sinful the stares are.......the graveyard harbored in a light fog......silence near deafening......the hood obstructing her veiw a bit.....as her eyes sift along the shadowy tombs....searching for the one that holds her fate....as the predetermined grave falls into veiw.......her eyes lift to see the darkend alcove....her steps lithely fall all the more silent..as she hopes to catch him in suprise as she has arrived a few moments early....a wicked grin as she slips just into its captured darkness.....her eyes not yet focused in the utter black...warm hands take grasp of her.....a warm body firmly presses to her....with a kiss so endearingly erotic...it physicaly takes her breath away........a slighted finger to her lips...as she threatens to speak.........her crying moan of want breaking the silence as it echos through the alcove....the hands taking leave of her..her eyes search about for his presense.....as a sharp crackling hiss snaps to the cold stone floor......that sound sending a flurry of shivers over her.......twirling her finger at the cord of her black hooded cloak...sharply tugging the loop free as it falls away leaving her totaly at his mercy .....still unseeing ..and unknowing as to just where in the darkness he waits.....a moment of sweet infinity passes....and suddenly a sweeping press drives her back to a wall.......his body the would be culpret......all the wants hunger...lust...passion...eroticies....seductions...they have endured through the night ...engulf them .......blurred snarls from the wild f*#%ing animals drift over the graveyard...still locked to one another..her legs wrapped tightly around him as he carries her through the low lying mist...coming upon the predetermined grave....where as they tossle about in yet another session of "National Geo*Graphic*"::grinz wickedly...baring her fangs ::.....the dawn threatening to break......a hurried rush carries them to safety............Lenore and Arch finaly meet........as *we* slip off to leave them to get aquainted......a hot steaming bubble bath....candles....wine......letting the warm water ripple over us as we relax in each others arms and comforts...only now getting to know one another better in verse..soft words...whispers...gentle kisses....spoiling strokes of affection.....drying each other off...in a far far too seductive manner........curling into a warm bed....enwrapped in one anothers arms....reading our letters to each...finding what we missed.................breaking into smiles as we see Lenore and Arch are hitting it off nearly as well as we are......getting lost in each others intents and fascinations again.......drifting in want ......passionatly making love. for an undetermined amount of time::winks::.....:::gets so totaly lost in the fantasy::.....................................................................

I have to say...this certainly would be a huge leap of faith.....but Ohhhh doesnt it just make you want to jump...MMmm......I can honestly tell you...that you are the *one* I have been searching for......and upon finding you I also find new things I have been searching for..and did not even realize it........the coined phrase of *Soul Mates*...as I see it...seems to fit well............I... like you ....that is if I read between the lines correctly.....also find the thought of laying your heart bare....to either be craddled or skewered .......can be the the biggest leap of All.........so parachute packed....perhaps a twisted line or two ..and a few knots ....all the same.......I stand at the edge..(of my mind I think)............willing to take this "Leap of the Ultimate Faith".........let the Gods toy with what they will......I have always survied.......and I always will...............and I have yet to come across a single fleeting glimpse of anything even remotely close to you......your words alone sending me in a plummeting downward spiral of excitement.....to know you in the flesh...to see your eyes..hear your laugh...feel you.......I ....would be a fool to let perhaps the Biggest Thrill of my life slip past (in that I refer to you totaly...not just these suggestions we speak of).....Talk about "Rattling the Cage"......I think one more shakelike that and it will fall to peices.......::laughs::...Mmm..your so very enticing........(rattle rattle... thud..thud...please don't ever stop)......

I take not the slightest thought of you being deranged ......if that is the case..than I am over here wallowing in my own chaotic dilluisions.....I want to expand and elaborate further ...all to the good I assure you...( like setting..Time..Place....When ....and wardrobe of course::grins::)............again times extremities rip me away...struggling in fight I am......but you know how that goes...............I just could not let you dangle in held breath and wonder about your queries.(I do prefer you breathing)..........I to have never written a letter anything the likes of this.....I am sure it is a first as welll.......along with the fact...that....this will be the *first* time I have ever...taken such a ~definitive~ leap..............The next few days (may) send me to travels again......but please...feel more than free...to speak to me when ever the urge may strike you.....I will hear you no matter what......and if so...I will have something grand to look forward to when I return..... ::blows him a warm wet kiss::

~Bloody Kisses~

~Still Screaming~

~Azling~

 

 

 


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