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  1. So the title kinda speaks for itself, how over the top do you go for your lover? And it could be anything from small suttle things to something big, how would you rate yourselves affectionately?
  2. Female Monday

    This story is meant as a continuation of my only other story which I wrote last year in July but forgot to continue, so if you want to hear the events leading up to this, search 'An Unexpected Visit' or my name 'Mr_Awesome' and you will find it. This story may seem very cliché because of the situations so I apologise if it isn't to the same standard as my last one. ~~~ Jesse woke up on Monday morning feeling pleasant. She remembered her encounter with John, a guy from school she had feelings for. She had shown up at his house on Friday with a desperation problem and it had all turned out for the better. Now she couldn't wait to see him at college. And thinking about college... Jesse picked up her alarm clock, looked at it and practically threw it at the wall as she realised she was going to be late. If she was late she wouldn't be there for her register class and if she wasn't there, she wouldn't get to see John until Maths at the end of the day. She threw on her clothes and was gone in minutes. The bus journey was a pain as she realised she had forgotten to make her daily bathroom visit before leaving her place. This bothered her and she knew she would either have to go and wait to see John, or rush to register class to see him and have to hold it for a couple of hours. Holding it is. She made her way to class and when she got there she froze in her tracks upon seeing John sit at his usual place. She had initially planned to speak to him but now the moment had arrived, she couldn't help but back out. She sat down at her designated desk. --- 3:45 PM, Maths Class --- Jesse is sat down with her hands awkwardly positioned near her crotch. She knew she couldn't hold herself for fear of embarrassment but having her hands close to there gave her reassurance. John walked in the door. She stared but luckily he didn't notice. The sight made her relax for a moment and a squirt of pee made its way out. She panicked and squeezed herself. She regained control easily but she knew it wouldn't be easy after a while. Everyone else sat down on the teacher's request. Her teacher was quite old so therefore they could get away with most things like passing notes and talking. However they would never be allowed to leave for the bathroom. "College is a grown up place, meant for young adults. Which means no bathroom breaks." She had grown tired of hearing this and many had wet themselves on the classroom. It usually only resulted in the person being told off and sent home. The lesson started and the only thing keeping Jesse from making a huge puddle in her chair was John. What had happened on Friday was good, but she would prefer not to have an accident accompanying every sexual interaction between her and the one she wanted so much to have a relationship with. The lesson was half way through when she got an idea. She got a piece of her pink printed paper from her notebook and scribbled down some words. "I have to pee :(" John sat only a few desks away so she got the note to him easily. She looked at him as he read the note and his expression turned into shock and then a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. The note had awoken his mind a bit, resulting in unwanted bodily reactions. He looked in her direction and she's looked back, finally pressing ether hand into her crotch to stop herself from making a mess and to keep John's interest. The note arrived back at her desk. ":)" She smirked and accidentally let out another little spurt of pee. She was wearing back leggings as she normally did and so she wasn't too worried about stains but if she didn't manage to hold it in until the end of the lesson, whether she had wet spots or not wouldn't matter. The note conversation between Jesse and John continued for quite a while. John knew of her growing desperation, and Jesse knew about his arousal. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. "I barely have a few minutes left. This is so embarrassing...." "I can imagine Jesse, but I'm sure you can hold on a little longer" His note reached her and she tuned around, slowly shaking her head. He wondered why until he heard the hissing coming from her direction. She tried to stop it by pushing her hand as far into her crotch as possible but it didn't help. She started to cry. All eyes were on her and the pee was spurting out of her, flowing over the edge of the chair and splattering onto the floor. She got up and left with her head hanging in shame. A few could be heard smirking to themselves but Jesse didn't take notice as she rushed out of the door. John followed her, despite the teacher trying to stop him. He chased her down the corridor until she slowed to a stop and he took her in his arms. "It's okay Jesse. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can come to my house again and ill wash your clothes." "Thank you so much John. How can I repay you?" "You don't have to." And with that, he kissed her again. They left for his house but when they got there, they did more than just wash her clothes. ~~~ Ok that definitely wasn't as good as my last story but I hope some people enjoy it anyway. My girlfriend helped a bit with this story as well so I just thought I might point that out. Thanks for reading!
  3. What is your idea of romantic?

    So I am sure there are plenty of girls here and guys who either are married, dating or single. What have you always seen as a romantic gesture? Is there a level for certain things? I currently have my significant other and we are two goofballs who love video games and talking about shit that pisses us off that others would get offended by. We are a long distance couple but we know the number of miles doesn't control how we love. We have talked about our first real date and how we are probably gonna go to mcdonalds and then chilling out and watching YouTube while eating more junk. To me, I dont need to be taken out to a five star restaurant as a first day to be shown that im loved. Im the old fashion type, so the smallest things will be romantic to me. Do you feel the same?
  4. Warning, this will be long... If you've read my profile/posts, you probably know that I'm madly in love with, and in a relationship with, an action figure. This is not the first time I've fallen in love with an inanimate object, it happened to me a few times pre-puberty. I never expected it to happen to me as an adult, but it did. I was at Walmart picking up a couple things with Doody, and as usual, we stopped to look at the action figures to see if there were any cool ones; sometimes we'll buy one. When I saw that Seth Rollins action figure, I got serious butterflies, shaking hands, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards. My arms were full, so I had Doody put him on the top of the pile, which I cradled to my breasts. The package felt warm against me, and I could feel my heart pounding. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The moment I got out to the car, I ripped open the package and freed him from the plastic. Finally, he was in my hand, and I was overcome by a rush of endorphins and love. From that moment on, Seth went with me just about everywhere. At first, I kind of thought I was crazy, but then I remembered the objects I'd fallen for in my childhood, and some show I'd seen years ago about people in relationships with statues, cars, and life-size dolls, so I decided to go with it and consider myself in a relationship with him. Another thing I also considered was that I might have, for the first time since my teens, a crush on a celebrity. Definitely not so. While Seth Rollins/Tyler Black is one of my favorite superstars, he doesn't make me weak in the knees like his action figure does. It's also just that particular action figure, too. I actually had a Seth action figure before I got the one I fell in love with, and it got the usual treatment my action figures get (pee and possibly sex before being posed on my tv stand in a sexual position with another, in this case with Dean Ambrose, both of them in their Shield gear). I also bought another, very similar, Seth action figure, just to see if I'd develop feelings for it, too, but I did not, it was just like buying any other action figure I'd bought before the special one. I just bent him over his Money in the Bank briefcase and set Roman up spanking him. My feelings settled, I threw myself into the relationship because it felt good. It still feels good. We do all the normal couple stuff; go out to dinner, hang out with friends, take long walks, take selfies, watch tv, cuddle and kiss. I love rubbing his back and stroking his hair and holding his hand. Oddly, I have had no urges to give him the usual treatment I give to my action figures. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right to do so now. I do touch him intimately sometimes, though. As I mentioned before, I take him with me everywhere I go, even to Thanksgiving, where I announced him as my boyfriend. I also take him to work. At first, I would leave him in the car, but this week, I started bringing him in with me. I keep him in my purse unless I'm in the truck. It's nice to have him there. Now that it's winter, he's often in the pocket of my hoodie, where I can hold him to keep him warm, and the love keeps me warm, happy. What's usually a pretty unpleasant time of year for me is turning out to be not so bad. I'm not stressed in the least... ...Except when I'm without Seth. Here's the not-so-good part, or rather the part of this I think might be a little...off. I go to sleep cuddling him. When I lose him, I wake up, and have to find him before I can go back to sleep. This happens two or three times a night. I definitely don't leave the apartment without him, even for a simple dash to Speedway. In the car, he usually rides hooked into my seat belt, over my heart, so he can have a view. I feel bad about taking him outside without a coat because it's cold. If someone threatens to harm him, even in jest, I get extremely anxious, and if someone manages to take him from me (no one's been able to do that for quite awhile, though) I completely panic and freak out until he's back in my arms. Nothing like that ever happened in my childhood experiences with inanimate objects. I have no desire for a serious relationship with another human, but that's nothing new; it's something I've been turned off to for quite a few years. One of my friends suggested Seth is some kind of security blanket for me. I don't think that's quite it. I have not recently been hurt, my life's actually improving, and was never a security-blanket type. I can stand on my own in a social situation. So, am I a little crazy, or just one of those people who digs objects? Are those of us who fall in love with objects crazy?
  5. Wetting While Working Out

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    The title says most of it all, generally a great L0v3 W3tt1ng. Lesson here is always go pee before working out, or else you might pee your pink sweat pants! Enjoy, Rach

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    Another great L0v3 W3tt1ng, I don't think this one has been posted before (did due diligence with a search but in case it has been, I'm sorry). Anyhow, this personal trainer is the worst, not only is her making this poor girl do all sorts of stretches and stuff, but he's also making her test out her bladder muscles, making her stop and start peeing! Nice long, high quality clip. Enjoy, Rach

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  7. View File Personal Training and Bladder Torture Another great L0v3 W3tt1ng, I don't think this one has been posted before (did due diligence with a search but in case it has been, I'm sorry). Anyhow, this personal trainer is the worst, not only is her making this poor girl do all sorts of stretches and stuff, but he's also making her test out her bladder muscles, making her stop and start peeing! Nice long, high quality clip. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/07/2016 Category Shorts Wetting  
  8. female Wetting While Working Out

    View File Wetting While Working Out The title says most of it all, generally a great L0v3 W3tt1ng. Lesson here is always go pee before working out, or else you might pee your pink sweat pants! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/07/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  9. Eevee And Jolteon

    From the album Turtlez's other stuff.

    After Jolteon lets a passerby Eevee get a peek at her taking a cute tinkle, it provokes the little guy's bladder. Shyly, he approaches her, being smiled at by the golden Electric-type the whole way through. By the time they're side by side, Jolteon's stream has already been reduced to a weak trickle. Eevee looks into her eyes and raises his leg, waiting for permission to let go. Jolteon gives him a nod of approval, and with that, Eevee lets out a relaxed sigh and pees right next to her. They both look into each other's big shiny eyes, smiling blissfully. I think that, perhaps, they've fallen in love~<3 So a fellow user of this site, Lugia, made a request of mine using Gmod. I personally thought it was pretty cute :3 Here's the link to Lugia's original image: https://omorashi.org...teon-and-eevee/ So then I asked him if I could make my own little Part 2 of the same picture. Sure enough, he agreed :D So here. I personally like this one a LOT! They look so cute and happy together :3
  10. Hello there im lisa and this is a fanfiction i made inspired by 2 other walking dead fanfics. I dont remember their names but thanks for the insipration. It's been a few days after the group with the exeption of luke clementine and sarah went to get some supllies. The toilet was broken and luke was supposed to fix it but need supplies for it. luke clementine and sarah were playing a board game when clementine shifted in her seat. sarah noticed but didnt think of it as anything. a few hours later and clementine started to fidget in her seat and hold her crotch. luke and sarah both noticed making sarah ask "Clem? need to pee?" clem responded "yes b-but i can hold it im fine" luke decided to jump in saying "clem, if you need to go just go we can resume our game after" "No im fine ok!" after that there was silence. Clem was always shy of admitting her need to go to the bathroom. Noone could understand why and she often snuck out to go pee in the woods when she was alone. After a while clem was was holding her crotch and almost looked like she was about to cry. luke had gone to bed early while sarah and clem stayed downstairs. sarah looked worried and asked "clem please just go outside and pee you either do that or go in your pants." "fine i-ill go but... can you come too?" sarah nodded and they headed out side slowly sarah got annoyed and light yelled "CLEM come on " "s-sarah i-i im sorry i..." sarah saw why she was starting to cry. wetness grew on her jeans around her crotch and down her legs. watching the girl pee hersself sarah felt a need of her own to pee but despite her being quite desperate she went to confort her freind. "clem are-are you ok?" clem said in a teary voice"no im not i-i just had a....oh god" sarah could not beleive it. sarah thought for a moment in her head she debated "i could dominate her. i could tease her and make her cry. i could tell the whole group but...shes my freind i couldnt do that" as she debated in her own thoughts clem stopped peeing. sarah felt her own need grow and only one thought came to her mind "hey clem...do you want me too pee myself too?" you would do that for me?" sarah hesitated but responded"y-yes i would i would be a freind if i didnt." with that sarah relaed as pee flowed down her legs. when she finished she felt somthing on her lips. she realized it was clementine kissing her. clem pulled back and sarah and all she could say was "clem... that was a great kiss i- i never knew you were uhm gay" clem responded with" im not gay im bi" and the girls just looked at eachother until sarah said "we should proboly change." "yeah good idea" whiile going upstairs they ran into luke "oh hey girls i..." luke just looked at the girls wet jeans "oh uhm i guess you girls both had a ....." clementine just spoke out after hearing that " no only i did. she peed herself so i would fee less emberresed." luke was suprised at hearing that "well ok then just.. go get changed and uhh lets not speak of this again." "ok" both girls said at the same time. after changing both girls went to bed saying only a few words "i love you sarah" "i love you too clem" and both girls drifted off to sleep" Ok hope you enjoyed my second fanfiction. My last one i wrote i did horrible on and i can only base how good i did on feedback so hope you enjoyed Lisa out
  11. Chapter 10: Hello Kitty (KAT) At the loft, NYC, 1996 (soundtrack: Rivera Paradise by Stevie Ray Vaughan) “So, how was Paris? Did you girls do any shopping while you were over there?” I watched her rummage through the familiar red and white paper bag she’d brought with her as she spoke, pulling out a wad of napkins, a large soda, a straw, and finally two cheeseburgers wrapped in paper. After laying everything all out carefully on the table in front of her, the small woman rubbed her hands together and then picked up the first hot cheeseburger and unwrapped it. She took a bite, and as her razor sharp teeth sank into it, her pretty hazel eyes almost rolled back into her head like those of a shark in a feeding frenzy. “Jeez, Kat! I don’t know why you still eat that stuff… it’s not like you need to.” I laughed. “I know I don’t need it physically,” she replied. “But it just reminds me of how things were before… almost as if it makes a connection between who I used to be and who I am now.” She mused, “It’s like you and your music, my junk food and I…” Kat was one of Hannah’s oldest friends; they had known each other for a very long time. They had started out as members of rival clans, but Kat’s clan had been decimated in the Vampire Plague of 1902, and she herself had barely survived. Hannah had found her wandering the streets in a delirious daze and nursed her back to health, after which Kat became family to her. And of course, being family to Hannah, she was family to me, too. She repeated her question as she rapidly finished the first cheeseburger. “So… shopping? What did you girls find?” Coming from someone as unfashionably dressed as she was, the question might have seemed a bit bizarre. I never saw Kat in anything other than jeans and a v-necked t-shirt, unless she was going hunting. She usually wore these funky little Hawaiian sandals too; her “five dollar specials”, she called them. But Kat was a professional photographer, and she did everything from nature photography to high fashion spreads, so she was always interested in the latest trends. Physically, she was almost the exact opposite of Hannah. Kat was short and a little bit… well, I wouldn’t say chunky, but not exactly thin either. Still, she was beautiful; her pale skin was perfect, her eyes were clear, and her lips were inviting, so she always had a few boy-toy thralls who were willing to do virtually anything she asked of them at any time. She had short hair somewhere between sandy blonde and light brown in color, pixie-like ears, and a dazzling smile, which she flashed as Hannah replied. “We didn’t really go shopping this last trip… but we did find something rather... interesting.” Kat began unwrapping the second cheeseburger. “Our friend delights in riddles,” she said, then looked up at me and continued. “She is as mysterious as the Sphinx; by the way, did she ever tell you that she was the model for the original sculpture, before they changed the head to look like one of those pharaohs?” She bit eagerly into the cheeseburger in her hand. “Oh, Kat!” Hannah said, laughing. “She told me before they opened up McDonald's restaurants everywhere, you had to catch and grill pterodactyls yourself to eat for dinner,” I gibed. Now Kat laughed and said, “Oh, goddess, I do remember those days well. I must say, the drive-thru is a heck of a lot more convenient, and these burgers are so yummy, but occasionally I do still find myself yearning for a bit of grilled ptery!” “Too bad you hunted them all into extinction then,” I quipped. Kat laughed again. It was always such fun having her over. She looked directly at me, and said suddenly, “Cool, why do you keep squirming around like that? Wait, wait… don’t tell me, let me guess,” she giggled, biting into her cheeseburger. “Is Hannah making you hold again, poor baby?” She smiled her radiant smile at me, giggling once more. “You omo vamps, you’re so cute! I just love watching you when you’re desperate; it’s absolutely adorable, really.” Kat took another bite of her cheeseburger, delicately wiping an errant bit of juice from the corner of her mouth with a napkin held in her other hand. Her clan had been aristocratic old-line classic bloodsuckers, and they were usually a bit snooty and prejudiced against us newcomer ‘minority’ omo vampires, but Kat loved Hannah like a sister, and she loved me like a daughter; we were the only family she had left. She did enjoy watching us when we were holding, but it was a totally different thing for her. For us, it was always compulsive and ecstatic; for her, it was simply amusing to see us in a somewhat weakened and comparatively helpless state. That being the case, she picked up her soda and took a long, loud slurp of it through the straw, followed by an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction. “Bitch…” I muttered softly as my very full bladder suddenly went into spasm and contracted, forcing a spurt of hot, fragrant pee out of my wee hole and into my black cotton bikini panties before I could stop it. I seriously hoped I hadn't wet my denim shorts as well, but just in case, i pulled my old oversize white "RELAX" tee down a bit further over my backside. As I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and doubled over, still squirming, Kat giggled, and then she did it again…and again, as I kept making little uncontrollable squirts of pee into my undies in reply. Well, I was definitely wet now, no doubt about it. Darn it ! I just sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing that her domme side wouldn’t let it go, no matter how much she loved me. Especially since she knew how much I actually enjoyed holding until I just couldn’t take it anymore, and how much Hannah loved seeing me lose control. “Aww, does poor widdle Cool need to go really badly?” Kat giggled again, her rhetorical question accompanied by yet another loud slurp. She laughed at my contortions as I began to pee dance right there in front of her. Hannah says that of all the girls she’s known, vampire or human, I have the best pee dance ever. I wouldn't know; I've never seen it... no reflection, remember? The worst thing this time was that the desperation I was feeling at the moment wasn’t really even my own, at least not entirely. Yes, I had been holding for over 24 hours at Hannah’s command… but I was a pro at holding, and 24 hours was no big deal for me anymore. It was the amateur in the next room that was causing me such distress at the moment. “Sometimes this empathetic connection thing really sucks.” I said, and Hannah laughed. “Everything has a downside, Cool. I thought you would have figured that out by now,” she said, impassive. Even though she was feeling exactly what I was, her many more years of training had given her the self-discipline to not let it affect her, at least not visibly. Any sign of weakness in a dominant vamp was real cause for concern, as that would leave them open to challenge by a rival vampire. Since I was a submissive, I could pee dance to my heart’s content and even wet myself fully, but I still resented the humiliation in front of Kat, no matter how much she and Hannah were enjoying the sight of it themselves. “Dammit, Vicky! Will you please just go, already?” I muttered to myself. I was finding my new sister’s lack of self-control a wee bit annoying, so to speak. From the next room, I heard her call out, her voice strident, “I heard that! And no, I won’t. You did this to me, so you can suffer right along with me, sis!” “Victoria, would you come out here, please?” Although it might have sounded like a request, both Vicky and I knew from the tone of Hannah’s voice that it was a command; one that she had better obey, and quickly. With a soft rustling sound, Vicky appeared suddenly in the doorway. She’d gotten the hang of the teleportation thing pretty rapidly; much faster than I had after I'd been turned, in fact. She was a natural at it, and within the first 48 hours of her new life, she could do it effortlessly every time. She was wearing one of her favorite outfits: a short pleated green plaid tartan skirt, white knee socks and dark brown pennyloafers, her white shirt unbuttoned at its Peter Pan collar to reveal a bit of a lacy black bra underneath. “That’s MY bra, dammit,” I thought. We were just about the same size, and she was constantly going through my clothes and grabbing anything she liked. It was really annoying to me, and she knew it. Far from letting that stop her, it only egged her on. Her light brown hair was done up in pigtails on either side of her head. Vicky always looked so cute in her schoolgirl mode; I could hardly stand it. “Trolling for child molesters again, are we?” I said, coldly. Vicky tossed her head, and wiggled her pretty bottom seductively. In her saucy British accent, she replied, “You know it, sweetie!” She stuck her tongue out at me. "You'd better keep that tongue inside your mouth, or I might make you bite it off, you little pop tart!" I threatened. That was how it was between us. We were bonded forever by blood and by urine, so we had undying affection and love for each other, but we still teased and tortured each other unmercifully. Sisters, you know? Hannah sighed and said, “If you two little girls are quite through, I’d like to introduce Victoria to Kat now.” Kat stood up from the table, walked over to where Vicky was standing, and extended her hand. As Vicky took it, she suddenly pulled her close and, holding her tightly, sank her now fully extended fangs deep into my little sister’s neck, taking a nice long sip of her blood. For some reason, I found myself thinking of cheeseburgers. “Ow, that hurts!” Vicky exclaimed. I don’t think she was expecting Kat to be quite as forceful as she was, but the small woman was used to taking what she wanted and not asking permission first. She was a dominant vampire, and an aristocrat to boot. After a while, Kat finally retracted her fangs and let Vicky go, licking her lips as she did. “Mmmm, tasty!” she said, and smiled. As I rubbed my own neck in sympathy with my sister's pain, the tiny puncture wounds Kat had made in Vicky’s neck were already closing, thanks to our regenerative ability. As family, she was now obligated to let Victoria taste her blood; Kat wasn’t about to let this little schoolgirl newbie vampire anywhere close to her neck, though. She pulled her v-neck tee shirt down just enough to expose a little bit of one lovely breast and drew a sharp fingernail across it lightly, then extended her finger imperiously towards Vicky, who fell to her knees in front of Kat. I watched as my sister eagerly took the finger she was offered into her mouth and licked the small drop of blood from it. “Welcome to the family,” Kat said to Vicky. “So that’s what you picked up in Paris,” she said to Hannah, rather dryly. (to be continued) \/-----\/ \/-----\/
  12. Chapter 1: School on friday

    Meeting at The Point Chapter 1: School on Friday Casey walked in to high school that morning with a grin on her face, and a hand over her bladder. Today was the day she was going to ask out her friend Lindsay if she wanted to go to Hill Point, a deserted cliff upon a hill in Northwest Greenville. Casey had had eyes on Lindsay since they first met, in 5th grade. Casey wasn’t sure if Lindsay was a lesbian like she was, but after hanging out with her numerous times with her and her friends, she often made lesbian remarks that strangely, none of her friends ever picked up on. Lindsay and Casey saw each other every day in 3rd and 8th period during school. Casey was on her way to homeroom, and she realized that a small wet spot on the bottom of her pants started to appear, thinking about Lindsay, Casey realized that she almost wet herself. Casey hadn’t gone since when she woke up and she had had two glasses of water since then. The urge wasn’t bad, and she was planning on having two more bottles of water during lunch, hoping she could hold it through the day past gym class. 8th period would be torture period because most of the machines she was working with involved keeping your legs quite open. Casey checked her watch and realized she was going to be late, she rushed upstairs to her locker. Casey put down her backpack and opened her locker. The locker opened and Casey opened her backpack and started jamming books in her backpack and books from last night’s homework assignment back in to her locker. She finally finished, and put her lock back on when she realized Lindsay was standing over her. Hi Casey, Lindsay said. Hey Lindsay, said Casey. I see you are at your locker, do you need help carrying anything? I’m fine thanks, Casey replied. If there’s anything you want help with, just ask, k? Sure, thanks a lot Casey replied. Lindsay happily skipped off, her legs slightly crossed, and Casey could tell that the feeling they had between each other was possibly mutual, and that made Casey feel both very happy, and very aroused. It also seemed that the need to pee was mutual, as Casey noticed Lindsay too had many sure signs of desperation. Casey walked in to the classroom and sat down in the back, and unfortunately, Lindsay was in the second row, making it impossible for them to talk to each other without Mrs. Kathleen, their homeroom and math teacher, noticing. Casey copied down her homework, but noticed something strange in the second row that made Casey feel intrigued. Casey noticed that under her desk on her lap, Lindsay was writing on a sticky note. That seemed quite unusual because, Lindsay never took notes and didn’t care much about her math grade. Then, Lindsay did something else that intrigued, Lindsay gave the note to a fellow class mate who was also a friend of hers, and started to pass it back. From row to row it came towards the back of the classroom, eventually reaching Casey. With pure interest, Casey opened up the folded note and read it, You look very pretty today Casey, do you want to hang out after school? Casey got a rush of happiness to her brain, it seemed like Lindsay maybe was in to her, after all, there were the lesbian comments in past weeks indirectly referencing her, the sudden offers of favors at the lockers, and now this, this was good evidence. Casey was always taught, if something happens twice it was most likely a coincidence, but if that certain thing happens three times, it could mean there was a pattern, and Casey felt that note may have been here third incidence, indicating that there sure as hell may have been a pattern. Casey crossed her legs in excitement, peeing a little at the joy of the situation. There was a pattern, there just had to be… A couple of hours later lunch started and Casey made her way to Lindsay’s table, sitting down next to her. Hi Lindsay Casey said happily, I got your note. Lindsay smiled and leaned in closer to her. I was serious, you are mighty pretty today. Thanks, so I noticed you asked if I wanted to go some place after school, and I know just the place. Where? Lindsay asked. You know Hill Point right, north part of town, off the hiking trail on the hill? Yeah, I sure do, I used to always go there with my parents and camp, but after all that heavy littering, my parents and I, and everyone else according to my recent walks up there, have deserted the place completely. Well then, it sounds like a good place to go tonight Casey said. Casey bounced in her seat, and had her hand in her crotch, a small barely noticeable wet spot on her jeans. You need to pee don’t you? Lindsay asked. Casey blushed, as she noticed she was way too visible to everyone, and that Lindsay probably wasn’t the only one who noticed she was on the verge of wetting herself. Oh my god, you noticed Casey said, shocked. I sure noticed, and I think it’s cute Lindsay said. You do? Sure as hell Lindsay responded, I love holding my pee, it makes me feel soooo horny. That’s so awesome, I love holding my pee Casey said. Tonight will be fun then Lindsay said, she had such a plan for Casey, such a plan… A few hours later, Casey was absolutely bursting for a pee. It was gym class, and they were using the weight room. Okay girls and boys, said their gym coach, Mr. Baron said, I would like one of the girls to demonstrate the usage of one of our new machines. A few raised their hands, but Mr. Baron was reluctant to pick any of them, even though they were begging. Casey had a bad feeling about this, mostly because she had never demonstrated in gym class. And that bad feeling was right. Mr. Baron made direct eye contact with her, probably noticing how bad she needed to go. Casey, I haven’t seen you do anything in a while, so how about you demonstrate? Mr. Baron, do I have too? Casey pleaded. Yes Mr. Baron said, you haven’t done anything in the entire year, so I am going to make sure you get up there. Casey stood up and walked slowly to the machine and sat down, spreading her legs on the machine. Casey tried to use all her bladder muscles, but it was no use. As she spread out her legs the first time, the flood gates broke. A sharp, powerful stream of pee shot out of her, soaking through her shorts in an instant, and spraying all over the floor. The pee puddle on the machine grew and started running down it, making the floor wet all around her. After another twenty or so seconds, she was done peeing, and soaked everything. Everyone had a look of shock on their faces, except for Lindsay, who had a huge ass grin on her face…
  13. Anyone got some videos from the website lovewetting.com? Probably vk links. Many thanks in advance for every answer
  14. anime that need more love

    is there and anime you love but really doesn't seem to be all that popular? it has great characters a relatively good story and stunning animation but for some reason it's fanbase is little to none? well here's the place to put it! show everyone that it exists and under rated master pieces can start to get the viewers it deserves! because as amine lovers we love finding new anime to watch and maybe one of these unheard of titles will just might become our new favourites. I don't have any to add personally but I'd love to see what you guys have to offer !
  15. Romeo and Juliewet

    Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead. I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes, stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking. “Hey.” I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow squeak. Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again. Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be great, you know.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing over how opening night would go. Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You. Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.” I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,” I whispered. A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes, completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What was going on? Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good. “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward, spinning toward the source of the noise. Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away. My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was equally red. He scratched the back of his head. “Well.” “Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that. Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again. Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body pressed against me, to fight for breath. “Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips before walking down the hallway. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin. “Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play began to unfold before me. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage. I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight really would be okay. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would get to be his real life Juliet, too. The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights flared back to life. I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go! I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of the stage. “God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!” I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried. “Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied. I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage and returned to my water bottle. I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing. All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time, though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the thought. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet. When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4 bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad. I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage. By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening night. So I continued to hold. It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines, but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage, lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.” The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just about to when the stage lights came back on. I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching. “How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!” As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden. Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now. “Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice, reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second too late. Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never stop. “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor of the stage. My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion. He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when my pee would run out. As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the audience might be able to detect what it was. Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium. “….pee...” “….what that sound was…” “…so gross!” I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened. There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.
  16. Thirsty Babies

    From the album Cloudy Diaper gallery (Cloud D artwork)

    This is a request I got from a user on Devainatart The person who requested this wanted me to do a picture of his o.c. Rukia, and Hinata diapered and sucking on bottles while Tsunade who is also diapered watching the other 3. The O.C belongs to the DA user Rukia, HInata, and Tsunade belong to Viz Media
  17. Chapter 1: Love You To Death (ERICA) The Half Note jazz club, in lower Manhattan (296 Spring Street at the corner of Hudson Street, NYC… 1962) soundtrack: I was sitting in a dark, smoke-filled bar, letting the sound of the music wash over me, taking me far away from the cares of my mundane college student existence, watching the band playing on the small stage as if in a fog. The haze created by the smoke as it rose up towards the blue spotlights formed a sort of halo around the man I’d come to see. He stood onstage with his eyes closed and legs spread slightly apart as his long thin fingers danced over the keys of his horn, the power and clarity of his tone seeming both rock hard and filled with brilliance. Like a diamond, I thought to myself… his sound was like a diamond reduced to its essence of pure vibration. My physics professor had explained that at the most basic level everything could be reduced to vibration, but I hadn’t really understood the concept until now, listening to this black man make magic through his saxophone. It was almost the end of the set, and he was playing a ballad. His rendition of the melody had practically moved me to tears, capturing all the bittersweet nature of love and loss effortlessly in the first 64 bars of the tune. Now he had begun his solo, and was turning the melody inside out before beginning to run the chord changes, riffing on the standard, quoting odd bits of other tunes which always fit perfectly somehow, going off on wild tangents with a quick flurry of notes before always returning precisely to where he wanted to be. The other three members of the band were providing perfect accompaniment as if by mental telepathy. Light-coffee skinned McCoy Tyner smiling as if at a private joke only he knew the punch line to, leaning into the piano keyboard, outlining the harmony while adding upper intervals to the normal chord changes to complement Trane’s note choices; tall, brown, slim Jimmy Garrison playing counter melodies on the upright bass with an intense look on his face; and coal-black Elvin Jones flashing a non-stop Cheshire Cat smile as he coaxed a endless number of rhythmic variations on 4/4 time from his modest drum kit, making the beat strong and remarkably elastic all at once, his drumsticks just a blur in his hands… the new John Coltrane Quartet was a killer band, that much was certain. The two drinks I had consumed in order to satisfy the club’s table minimum were already starting to make my head feel a bit light and my body feel flushed, because I wasn't much of a drinker back then. The music was truly magical. In the throes of inspiration, the band had run way over the usual 40 minutes most clubs allotted to musicians before clearing the house for the second set. At this rate, I wasn’t sure there would be a second set. It seemed as if Trane would just keep blowing until he ran out of ideas, which wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Unconstrained by the limitations of a recording session or a fixed set time, he was channeling the music from another place, letting it flow through him and into us. We were enraptured by it, transported out of that space and time by the power of his horn. Although by now I was feeling the call of nature, I hadn’t wanted to leave the small table to try to make my way through the cramped club to the restroom in order to relieve myself. I wasn’t willing to miss a single second of this experience, but though my focus on the music was keeping my mind occupied, my body was starting to make a bid for my attention. I was beginning to squirm just a bit in my seat now from my need to pee, although it wasn't a conscious decision. My ‘date’ suddenly broke into my transfixed reverie, touching my hand and leaning over to say, “This is so great, isn’t it?” I murmured back, “Yeah, it’s really cool!” At first I was annoyed that he had interrupted my trance, but within an instant or two, I was over it; the music was that powerful. Cool… Yes, indeed; I thought it was very cool. It was cool to be here in this downtown club. It was cool to be listening to this great sax man and his amazing new band. Cool… I used the word a lot, so much so that my few friends at college had actually nicknamed me ‘Cool’. It was kind of a joke to them, because I was anything but cool, really. Although I had grown up in the suburbs of New York City, most of the town was as unfamiliar to me as if I was a hick from the sticks, someone who’d come from a small town somewhere in the Midwest. I had gone to an all-girls parochial school and then had decided to matriculate at Barnard College. I was studying science and history, which was decidedly not cool, unlike the girls who were studying drama, or poetry, or art; the girls who exuded an aura of hip that I couldn’t even begin to approach. These were girls who smoked and drank wine at parties, cursed, and even (it was rumored at least in some cases) had had sex. Or at least had boyfriends. I, on the other hand, was a straight-laced virgin. I was unattached and very un-hip, except for one thing: my love for jazz music, and John Coltrane in particular. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do with my life; I had a vague idea that I’d eventually get a teaching degree and become a schoolteacher. It seemed to be the best path open to me at the time, since I wasn’t exactly keen on finding some boy to marry. I wasn’t interested in boys at all, in fact. This was yet another reason why my date’s interruption had been so annoying to me. We had met just a few days before in a neighborhood record store. Both of us had been browsing the jazz section for new releases, and when he saw I was interested in jazz music, he struck up a conversation with me. He seemed to know his stuff; when I discreetly quizzed him by asking a few questions about recordings, bands, and musicians, he gave all the right answers. Brad was a student at Columbia University; their campus was only a couple of blocks down from Barnard. Seemingly on a whim, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to hear the John Coltrane Quartet at The Half Note on Saturday night. Of course, I agreed without thinking twice. A chance to hear the greatest, most innovative sax player alive wasn’t something I’d ever pass up. I was a Trane fan through and through, every since I’d first heard a platter playing in that small uptown store as I passed by on my way to class. A very different version of 'My Favorite Things', the tune from 'The Sound Of Music'. I’d never heard a sound like his before, and it stopped me in my tracks. I went in to the store to ask what they were playing, and once they told me, I bought the record immediately even though it meant I’d be late for class. John Coltrane played like math had married poetry, I thought. It was beautiful, and it was perfect. I had needed this so badly in my life, and never known it until then. After that first exposure, I sought out every John Coltrane recording I could find. His sound moved me like nothing else I had ever experienced up until then. To me, it was as if he was expressing every iota of human beauty in all of its myriad variations through his horn. Jazz became my religion; John Coltrane was the preacher, and I memorized every sermon he gave, note for note. Weird, I know…for a young middle class white girl from the suburbs to be a fan of a black jazz saxophonist back in 1962. And if you’d asked me why, I couldn’t have told you back then. All I knew was this music was speaking to me as directly as if someone was whispering in my ear. Most girls my age were into singers, pretty much. They wanted to hear an attractive young man sing some sappy romantic pop song. Not me… Jazz music was the one thing that made me feel alive; made me feel happy, or sad; made me feel, period. I had grown up in a reserved household, with no displays of affection or declarations of love, no visible emotions of any kind. It was a typical example of New England reticence and repression. Until I heard Coltrane play, I didn’t really know there was any other way to be or for me to feel; he had set me free. Little did I know, but he had also set me on the path to what I was to become. Because it was on that fateful night that Hannah found me, and saved me from the darkness. The Half Note club was a small, family-run joint, able to hold only a little more than a hundred people at a time. Mike Canterino was the owner; he, his brother, and a couple of waitresses staffed the front of the house, while his father, “Pops”, served up Italian specialties from the kitchen. Mike loved jazz music, and jazz musicians. He knew Cannonball Adderley from when both of them had served together in the Navy, and he had an impeccable ear for talent. If you were good, you got the gig. No politics, no favorites, no race issues. Mike didn’t care what color you were. He didn’t care whether you were a swing era player, a bebopper, or an up and coming avant garde radical, either; all he cared about was whether or not you could play. Musicians and fans alike loved him for it. The bar was decorated simply, with LP covers and straw-covered wine bottles affixed to the walls. An old upright piano was tucked into a corner of the tiny stage, which was in an alcove separating the two rooms of the club so that people sitting in either room could see and hear the band. The stage support was a nailed-together stack of wooden crates. No frills, just decent food, non-watered down drinks, and great music. Ben Webster would show up and play his swing tenor all night long, recalling his days back in Kansas City when he and Lester Young would challenge each other to greater and greater heights at after-hours jam sessions, while the more experimental players like Ornette Coleman would take the music to wild extremes of rhythm and harmony in front of a receptive and rapt audience when it was their turn to perform. The Half Note was a downtown Mecca for jazz buffs, and I had finally made my pilgrimage. Hearing my idol had me entranced; for the whole time the band was playing, it was as if time stood still. Finally, the last notes faded into the smoke-filled air, and I had to come back to reality as if waking up from a beautiful dream. At the end of the set, we were getting ready to go. I stood up, and my date was helping me put my coat on when I felt his hand brush against my chest lightly. I was somewhat embarrassed, but didn’t make any fuss, because I thought it was probably an accident. We walked out of the club and around the corner, and I thought at first that we were going to find a taxicab and head back uptown to our dorms, but when he pulled me into a small alleyway and leaned in to try and kiss me, his intentions were unmistakable. I tried to pull away. I guess he had gotten a different idea about what things were going to be like between us. He was handsome enough, and I‘m sure he was used to girls falling all over him, but I had only been there for the music. “Please don’t do this,” I murmured softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me to him. “Please, no… don’t!” I said it a bit more forcefully this time, but he wouldn’t stop. His hands were busy under my coat now, fondling me through my tight angora sweater and brassiere as he pressed me up against the brick wall in the dark alleyway. I didn’t want to scream, didn’t want to make a scene. It was my own fault that I’d fallen into this trap, and I needed to find my own way out. I slapped him hard and managed to push him away, finally. Brad was angry, and it showed on his reddened face. “You’re just a little tease, aren’t you?” He spat, contemptuously. “Well, I can’t be bothered with that!” He turned on his heel and strode off without another word, leaving me alone in the alley with my clothing in disarray and my head foggy and in turmoil. I was also starting to regret that I hadn't used the restroom at the club; the urge to pee was making itself felt more strongly now. “Why didn’t he realize I’m not into boys?” I thought to myself. “Did I have to spell it out for him?” I hadn’t done anything to lead him on, to give him the wrong idea, had I? I thought we’d just go to the club and enjoy the music like a couple of friends; why did he have to make it into something else? As I tried to rearrange my clothing, I became aware of the feeling that I was being watched. The feeling was strong, so very strong. I glanced around me, thinking I would see someone standing there, but I was alone. Balancing precariously on unfamiliar high heels, and hobbled by the tight black woolen skirt I was wearing, I started walking in the direction of the nearest subway station since I didn’t have enough money in my purse to afford a cab by myself. Although I hadn’t seen anyone nearby, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. Between the drinks, my upset state from being mauled by Brad, and this weird feeling, I must have been very distracted. Without thinking, I stepped off of the sidewalk against the light. A loud honk broke me out of my daze, but it was too late… I felt the brutal impact as the car hit me, tossing me up into the air like a rag doll before it sped away. I hit my head hard as I fell to the pavement, and then I was lying in the gutter in a broken heap, feeling my life ebbing away. I can clearly remember wetting myself, the urine spurting out, feeling it soaking through my underwear, slip, and skirt and forming a puddle underneath me as I lay there, helpless. Funny, I felt embarrassed by that, as if it really mattered at that point. Even though I knew I was dying, I still felt embarrassed… weird. As the glow from the streetlight faded and the darkness began to envelop me, I dimly glimpsed a shadowy figure approaching, and I felt strong arms lift me up from the street. And then, I lost consciousness. (to be continued) This is my 500th post here on omo.org, and i wanted it to be something special. Please let me know what you think of it so far, my friends... and don't worry, this story will not be abandoned. BTW, there will be more omo... i'm just getting started here.
  18. A Night to Remember

    I had tied my sweater around my waist, which managed to cover most of my wet jeans, but part of my right pant leg was still exposed in the back. The inside of my sandals were still a little damp, and I could feel my feet sliding across the soaked leather from each step that I took, though they were drying quickly. Haley kept her arm around me, knowing that I was still upset and needed her comfort. As we made the journey to her house, we talked about what happened, my shaky voice betraying just how rattled I was now. The chafing from my damp clothes on… various parts of my lower body, reminded me of everything that had happened that day. Not to mention that it was very uncomfortable. “I just… can’t believe it happened twice… in ONE day…” I exclaimed, still embarrassed about my horrible day. “Haley…” I looked over to her. She was by my right side, her khaki pants brushing against my leg. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked. She looked into my dried up, saddened eyes with concern. I didn’t expect a real answer, I didn’t know what I wanted to hear. All I knew was that I was confused, slightly frustrated and humiliated. Haley looked away from me for a moment, down to the pavement that we were walking on as we turned a corner. We had been walking for nearly thirty minutes now, and all I couldn’t stop dwelling on this mortifying experience. “Maddy, you just had some bad luck today.” She said earnestly; her sympathetic eyes showed her true feelings. “I hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve any of it.” As she hugged me tight with her left arm again, her embrace felt as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. “We’re going to get you cleaned up; you can borrow some of my clothes… in fact…” Haley smiled and looked to me, as if just coming up with a great idea. “Why don’t you stay with me tonight? At my house.” I perked up from my slump as I looked up from her and gazed down the street. We were nearing the end of the last street before we reached her neighborhood as I pondered her request. “Your parents won’t mind?” I inquired as I began to cheer up. “They shouldn't; in fact, I don’t think they’ll even be home. My mom mentioned that she and dad were going out tonight.” She smiled a little more. “We’d have the house to ourselves. What do you think?” It was apparent that Haley wanted me to be with her tonight, and I wanted to as well. I smiled back, for the first time since this morning. “Okay!” I excitedly said. “My mom shouldn’t have a problem with it, but I’ll let her know so she doesn’t blow up my phone later.” I was feeling happier now that I knew this day would soon become better. Haley’s warm embrace still cradled my body as we turned the corner to her street: Wedersilf Way. I don’t know why, but that street name seemed awfully familiar. I took the time before we reached her house to text my mom and tell her I wanted to stay at Haley’s house that night. In no time at all, she had texted me back telling me it was fine and that antifairy of omorashi.org wrote this original fiction. Whatever that meant. What mattered was that I got to stay at my best friend’s house, and that was more than enough to make me happy that day. As we approached the front door to her brown brick home, I stopped her on the porch and looked up to her. “Haley, I really want to thank you for doing all this for me… and.. being here for me.” I looked down at her welcome mat, which was woven into a green and red pattern. Haley looked to me and smiled. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” I smiled wider this time and she returned the same gesture as she took my hand in hers. “Of course, I will always be here for you, no matter what!” Haley exclaimed, smiling at me. Her warm hand and kind words sent shivers down my spine. It was then that I noticed my clothes had dried almost completely, with only a light stain visible in the sunlight. They still felt uncomfortable, though, and I couldn’t wait to get out of them! After she unlocked the door, we went inside, entering into the living room. Haley’s house was decently sized for her family: a two bedroom, two bathroom house. She was an only child, so she had a bedroom all to herself with her own personal connected bathroom. I was always jealous of this, as my house only had one full bathroom, which my parents and I shared, along with a half bathroom adjoining the laundry room. Haley led me to her bedroom, where we’d probably be spending most of the night. It wasn’t as big as my room at home, but it was still adequate for the two of us. She had a full sized bed on the left side, and a vanity dresser on the right with a laptop on it. Both the bed and the dresser were made from dark mahogany wood that complemented the light colored cream carpet and burgundy painted walls. On another side of the room was a closet with two mirrored sliding doors, one of which was open, showcasing some of Haley’s well maintained and various designer clothes. She turned to face me and sighed. “I bet you’re just absolutely dying for a shower, so use mine.” I looked to the right corner of her room where her bathroom was located. It looked so inviting. “Oh! You need some clothes, let me see what I have for you.” I smiled at her, wondering what she’d pick out for me to wear. “Thanks Haley.” I said, standing behind her as she opened her dresser drawers. After fumbling through her clothes, she pulled out a pair of loose fitting, blue pajama pants and… pink cotton underwear, then handed them to me. I smirked a little at the underwear, which Haley must have caught. “Come on, my ass isn’t that fat, they’ll fit you just fine!” she jokingly stated. I chuckled at her and folded them into the pajamas. “No it’s not that, haha. They’re just cute, is all.” I smiled a little to her. “Well, I’m glad you think my panties are cute, because I’m going to let you keep both of those!” Haley smiled back as she laid down on her bed. “Aww, thank you!” I said as I walked into her bathroom. “Be out in a bit!” I started shutting the door and peeked out at Haley. “And your butt isn’t fat!” I reassured her. She gave a slightly puzzled but appreciative look as I fully shut the door and laid the clothes on the toilet seat behind me. Though her bottom was nice and plumply round like a upside down heart-shaped pillow, definitely easy to spot when she was laying on the bed. Unlike mine which was nearly flat, small, and hardly any shape at all. After taking my sandals off, I laid them by the toilet, sighing softly with regret that I had not gotten the chance to use it today. I then tore the rest of my clothes off and dropped them next to my shoes then turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature to just the way i liked it: warm, but a little hotter than normal. I felt better already, having taken off those chafing pants and underwear. Being naked in someone else’s house was a tiny bit weird, but I felt okay knowing it was Haley’s. As I stepped into the shower and under the pouring water, I let it run all over my body and soak my brown shoulder length hair before I used some of Haley’s lavender scented body wash. It looked like the expensive kind that my mom never bought; she always just bought regular soap bars instead. I washed my entire body with both hands ascending and descending every inch of my pale skin, especially down below. I spent a good 10 minutes washing myself, and letting the water cascade over me. While doing so, I couldn’t help but think about Haley, and everything she did for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend than her. She’s always been so nice to me, ever since we first met in middle school, I thought. A lot of friends grow apart after that long, but we had grown closer. I smiled, deep in thought as I washed my girlhood a second time. It felt good. Thinking about Haley made it feel even better… It was about this time that I realized I was pleasuring myself thinking about Haley and it surprised me. I stopped and started asking myself if I really liked her… as more than a friend, that is. She was so pretty, kind, caring, and much more confident and assertive than I was. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t like her. I’d never thought about Haley like this before, or anyone either, really . Needless to say, I was a little confused right then. The worst part was I didn’t know if I should tell Haley or not. What if it made her feel uncomfortable, or these were just exaggerated feelings stemming from her kindness today? I had so many questions, but no answers. After I washed all the soap off my body, I felt a thousand times better than before. I was immaculately clean. All that was lingering was the memory of what happened today at school and my thoughts in the shower just now. It was then that I knew that night might be a little awkward. I quickly shook that thought off though; I didn’t want anything to ruin that night. After drying my wet body off with a large towel, I put on the clothes that Haley had given me and the shirt I had on when I came over. I put my dirty clothes in the basket and walked back into the bedroom. Haley was now laying on her back, propped up against the headboard with a couple of pillows behind her back. She had her laptop on her lap and seemed to be seriously interested in whatever she was looking at. Also, she had changed her clothes while I was in the shower. She was now in red pajama pants and a loose fitting white t-shirt just like I was. Her long auburn hair flowed over her chest with only a couple small locks resting against the pillows. I walked further towards the bed and she smiled as she gazed up at me. “Feeling better?” She inquired as she closed the lid of her computer. “Yeah, you could say that.” I smiled back. “Good!” After putting her laptop aside, she leaned over to her nightstand and grabbed a hair brush. “Come here, sit down and I’ll brush your hair.” She patted the bed in front of her as she switched to a sitting position on the bed, crossing her legs. We always brushed each other’s hair, so this was a normal thing for us to do. I hopped on her bed’s blue comforter and scooted back towards her, also crossing my legs over each other. Haley immediately took hold of my hair and began brushing away. The soft bristles flowed through my damp hair smoothly, like an autumn breeze through… tall grass, or something? I don’t know, I was never good at similes. I do know that it felt very relaxing, though my body was still a little tense. I tried to relax, but I was just too antsy about what I just did less than ten minutes ago. Haley sighed softly. “Relax, Maddy… I can feel you shaking through my hair brush.” She whined, continuing to stroke my hair. I exhaled softly, and was able to calm down a bit. I needed to stop acting suspicious “Don’t be ashamed, we all do it.” Haley said, apparently in reaction to my slight shaking. A wave of shock coursed through my body. She didn’t know, did she? No, she must be talking… about my accident. “Oh, no… I’m fine now. I mean… I’m still a little… um shock-- shook up about it, but…” I couldn’t believe how obvious I must have been right then. Haley stopped brushing, grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards her. “I mean what you did in the shower.” Haley smirked and looked me in the eye. Okay, she definitely knew. I couldn’t hide anything from her. I sighed softly and relaxed my shoulders, looking down at the bed. “How did you know?” I asked curiously. I felt alright about her knowing though, I don’t know why I tried to keep it from her. “You were in there for at least 20 minutes, if not more.” She said, letting go of my shoulders and leaning back against her pillows, running her fingers through the hair brush. I turned to face her. “Oh, right.” I blushed and smirked a little. It definitely didn’t feel like it was 20 minutes, but I guess I lost track of time. I wondered if she knew that I was thinking about her, or someone else. I decided to let her think… whatever she was thinking, for now. Maybe later I could get it off my chest. Haley set the hair brush down on the night stand and situated herself back on the bed, facing me again. “So do you want to watch a movie or something?” She tilted her head and smiled a little. “We could watch ‘Warm Feelings’, I just downloaded it today.” She said, picking up her laptop and setting it in front of her. “Sounded like a good romance movie, I know how much you liked those.” “Sure, I’d love to!” I smiled. I did like romance movies, and I haven’t seen any good ones recently. I scooted back against the soft pillows next to Haley and stretched my legs out across the bed as Haley loaded up the movie in full screen. She then positioned the laptop in between us and the movie started. “Sorry, I don’t have any popcorn, otherwise I’d make some for us…” Haley said looking at me with slight disappointment. “It’s alright… I’m not really that hungry anyway…” I replied, getting comfortable on the pillows. I almost laid down on Haley’s shoulder instinctively, but I stopped myself. Not that I thought that she would mind, but I didn’t want to make things weird between us. During the movie, I found myself wanting to snuggle up to Haley. A mere 3 inches away from her, I could feel her body warmth cascading off her and enveloping over me, and it was almost too enticing to ignore. The movie was getting really good though, so I managed to keep my attention on it. Most of it at least. Every few minutes though, it was getting harder to keep my composure, and I also just couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her chest. They were the perfect size for snuggling against, and I tried to picture what her C size cups looked like in my head. I started shaking a little bit. God I just wanted her so badly, even though she was literally right next to me. Somewhere after the middle of the movie, I had calmed down a little bit. The movie was getting me and Haley a little emotional, I looked over to her and she had a look of empathy in her eyes. It was at the part of the movie where they were finally expressing their feelings to each other. They were holding hands, and it was so cute. I could feel the tears welling in my eyelids. Me and Haley instantly grabbed each other’s hands as they went in for the kiss that everyone always waits for in these kinds of movies. Her hand cradled my small hand gently, and it sent warm feelings through my arm. As they embraced each other, I buried myself in Haley’s arm and squealed a little. She quickly glanced over at me and giggled at my reaction, and then wrapped her arm around me, like I was her little stuffed bear. I wrapped mine over her waist, and I was happy that she didn’t resist and instead laid her head on mine. I’m sure she thought I was just being a sap for the moment, but I had wanted this moment all night. How long would she let us stay like this? I wondered. I wanted it to last all night, to fall asleep in her arms. The movie was almost over, we were still snuggling, and Haley hadn’t let up at all. I was in total bliss, being this close to her for so long. I couldn’t believe this moment was happening, but it was and I couldn’t have been more happy. I wondered if she was as well, did she like me being in her arms like this? I hoped she was as happy as I was, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imposing myself on her. “Do you… mind me being here?’ I quietly asked her, after I caught her eyes when I looked up to her. “Of course not Maddy…” She smiled cutely at me. I smiled back, snuggling back in her embrace that warmed over my entire body as we watched the rest of the movie together like this. I was still confused though, I didn’t know what this meant for her, or for us. Maybe I was over analyzing… The movie ended, and Haley softly pulled away from our embrace as she leaned over to turn the lamp on. As the room was lit up, I stretched my arms out and yawned, switching to a sitting up position and pulled my feet under me. Haley moved the laptop to the side table and stretched with me. “Wow…” Haley said, looking down at my temporarily exposed stomach. “I didn’t know you had an outie belly button.” She stated, somewhat surprised. I looked down, and held my shirt up just above the little button that she mentioned. “Yeah, I guess I never showed you it before…” I smirked and chuckled a little. Haley lifted her shirt up, showing me hers. “Mine’s just a boring old, regular innie…” She looked down, pitifully at it. I smiled, I thought it was cute. “It’s not boring. At least it doesn’t look silly like mine.” I exposed my belly button again to try and make her see the truth. “No! I like it! It’s so cute how it’s like a little button.” Haley poked my belly button, trying to use it as such. I squealed and lowered my shirt. “Sorry.” Haley laughed. “I just wish I had something cute like that.” Haley had let her shirt down as well. I scoffed at her comment. “Shush, you have so much more going on than I do.” My eyes drifted to her shapely chest, I was jealous of it, and they had made me insecure about my small A size cups. She smiled and sighed a bit, knowing exactly what I had meant. “I’ve told you before, Maddy, your breasts are fine the way they are. So what if they’re a little small? They’re still there…” Haley looked down at my chest and scooted closer to me so that we were about a half a foot away from each other, and crossed her legs while facing me. “Come here, let me see them and I show you mine too.” Haley requested to me and my eyes widened up. I was a little taken aback from what she said, but I also got a little excited. I have always wanted to see her breasts, but we never had an opportunity like this. “Really?” I asked her, making sure I didn’t mishear her. “Yeah! It’ll be good for you.” She replied, placing her hands in front of her on the bed. To be honest, though, I was a little nervous about showing her mine, but I thought I could have worked up the courage. My face drooped some, and I covered my chest with my hands, looking up at her. “Come on, don’t be shy, it’s just us girls…” Haley reminded me. I breathed in deeply and exhaled, putting my hands on the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up past my outie button, over the rest of my stomach, and finally over my chest. I closed my eyes as I had now exposed my breasts to Haley for the first time. It felt weird, but I didn’t mind her seeing them. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” Haley said, gazing at my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down at them. They protruded out maybe three inches and had pink little nipples in the middle of them. She then put her hands around them, and gave them a soft squeeze on the underside of them while staring intently at them. Her hands were warm upon my bare breasts, and it felt nice having them there. I looked up to her with a subtle smile. “Well?” I inquired. “They’re nice, hun. They’re not bad at all and you should stop worrying about them. Just remember, you’ll never have to worry about your back hurting from large breasts, and bras will be cheap. You might even be able to get away with not wearing one, sometimes.” She leaned back and looked up to me. “I suppose so. So they feel.. okay then?” I shyly questioned her. “Yes, they feel nice. They’re really not as tiny as you think, they’re almost a B cup.” She continued to observe and feel them. “They fit your small frame perfectly, which makes them more noticeable. Trust me!” Haley said, looking into my eyes. I felt a lot better now. “I suppose you’re right.” I said smiling, letting my shirt fall back over me. I sighed with relief. “Now, let me show you mine.” Haley said the words that I had been waiting for. She began lifting her shirt up, and I tried to contain my excitement. Instead of simply lifting her shirt over her chest, she just pulled her shirt off, exposing her entire torso, right there in front of me like it was no big deal. Wow, they were awesome, my bright green eyes widened and I stared at them. I noticed that her dark pink nipples and areolas were much larger than mine and they rested a couple of inches above the bottom of her breast’s curve. Her shoulders were broad, and complimented her chest flawlessly. She pulled her hair back and let it flow behind her, as it was covering her chest. “One is actually a little smaller than the other…” Haley said, referring to her left breast as she pressed them together, making the difference more apparent. I could now see that it was slightly smaller than the right one, but only ever so slightly. “Oh... I didn’t notice, but I see what you mean now. I don’t think it’s that bad though.” “Here, feel them and tell me what you think.” Haley picked my hands up and placed them over her curvy breasts, right over the nipples, one of them resting between my fore finger and middle finger and the other I pressed my palm against. I lightly started squishing them with my hands, and they felt heavenly. “They feel so soft, but also firm!” I smiled and looked up to her, I couldn’t believe she was just letting me hold them like this. I felt tingly all over, even down… I felt my face flush red, after realizing what was happening. Slowly, I let go of her chest and placed them in my lap. No, not there, on my thighs. Butterflies filled my tummy again, and I started shaking a little. I had to tell her, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold this inside of me. “Well thank you, yours are soft too you know. I hope you feel better about them…?” Haley inquired after she slid her shirt back on. She then uncrossed her legs, moved her left foot under her bottom and her right leg folded against her side. I saw that she had a somewhat concerned look on her face, and started to sway on her foot. “I do, thank you.. but Haley?” It was time to tell her, I wouldn’t have been able to get an ounce of sleep that night if I hadn’t and she would have murdered me if I waited until she found out on her own. I blushed and shook a little harder. I was so nervous, trying to get my words out of my trembling voice. It was a good thing that I didn’t have to use the bathroom that badly yet, otherwise I might have lost all of it on her bed. That would have been horrible. “What? What is it, Maddy? Are you okay?” She scooted closer to me, and placed her free hand on my shoulder. “Did something we do make you feel uncomfortable?” Haley probed for more information, and I took big breaths to try and calm myself down enough to get my words out. “No.. it’s not that. I just really need to tell you something.” I looked into her hazel eyes and she parted her lips some. I took another deep breath. I noticed her hands were buried into her lap now and she was rocking back and forth. “Okay.” She replied. “But can you hold that thought for a moment?” Haley jumped off the bed. “Sure… where are you going?” I asked, confused as I held my confession in. Haley turned around, and she was holding her crotch with both hands. “Toilet! I’ve been holding it in all night and I have to pee so badly!” “Oh…haha…okay then.” I replied as she darted towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I guess I didn’t pick up on her signs until now. I had never seen her need to go that bad before. I laid down on her bed. I also had to go, but it could wait...
  19. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (PT.51c) MATCH POINT (cont'd.) (sound track: Bring Me To Life, by Evanescence) As we came around the corner, the rest of the combatants had gathered around the last two still fighting. Apparently Petra and Vicky had both lost their matches; they were standing there chastened and disarmed next to Judith and Kris. The score was even now, three victories and three defeats, and the final outcome would rest on this last match, win or lose. It was River and Cestus, still fighting ferociously. Although Cestus was the faster of the two, River was countering his speed with her teleportation skill and somehow managing to evade his sword on any potentially lethal strike. It was fascinating to watch her as she danced her way out of danger over and over again, and I could sense the frustration of her opponent at his inability to best her. Finally, Cestus grew impatient; wanting to end the fight, he made a small technical error in his attack. This allowed River to counterattack. That had always been her specialty, and it was quite effective this time. With a heavy strike of her sabre, she quite literally disarmed her opponent, severing his hand at the wrist and sending it and the sword it still held flying through the air. River quickly moved the edge of her weapon to her adversary’s throat as Cestus fell to his knees before her, his blood spurting violently from the wound. “Surrender now, and this thing will be over. There’s no need for you to be destroyed,” River said. “Surrender… to an upstart like you?” Cestus said with a sneer. “Better that I should cease to exist than to be defeated and dishonored so… do what you will now.” I could see River’s face darken at that; the insult the pale thin vampire had just delivered was having its intended effect. He was deliberately trying to provoke and enrage her, but what could he possibly gain by that now? “Well, if that’s the way you want it, then take that!” she fairly shouted in her anger. She drew back her sabre, then rapidly thrust it forward. The pale thin vampire didn’t flinch, but instead met her blade with a sardonic smile on his lips. “River, don’t!” I cried. I was trying to prevent her from delivering the coup de grace, but it was too late. Cestus fell to the ground as River’s blade pierced his heart. His pale face was contorted into a last mocking sneer, and his last words were “Au revoir, mes amis.” With his good hand, he grabbed hold of her slender legs and the two of them disappeared for an instant before only River rematerialized in front of us. “NO! Master!” Bethy exclaimed, horrified. Now my sweet little sister was standing there with a rather pleased expression on her face as she casually wiped the blood from her sword. I don’t think she realized what had just happened in the heat of the moment, and it would take a little while for the full essence of Cestus’s evil to merge with her own nature. Still, the damage had already been done. Hannah and I both watched helplessly as the change came over her. We could see something different in her blue eyes now, as if those beautiful pools of water had become as cold as ice, frozen over by a sudden blast of winter chill. There was still just enough left of her to realize what had happened, and she gave us a horrified look as she uttered, “Oh, goddess, what have I done?” Then she dropped her sabre and teleported out of sight. I could swear I saw tears in her eyes just before she vanished, tears of regret at what she had lost forever. Her innocence was gone now; it had been sacrificed in the name of victory. In winning the match for us, she had lost… herself. And now I wept too. <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
  20. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.50) GATHERING STORM Jet Blue flight NYC to Seattle, WA present day (sound track: This Flight Tonight, performed by Joni Mitchell) The clans assemble for battle…. On the evening flight to Seattle, the seven of us: the siblings, Peter, Petra and Vicky, Kat, River, Hannah and myself, of course. The sibs and Kat had the middle row to themselves, and River, Hannah and I were on the side next to them. We were flying first class, on one-way tickets. Hannah was laughing when she purchased them, saying “No point in getting round trips; Goddess only knows how many of us will be coming back, if any.” She has a morbid sense of humour, that much is for certain. But there was truth in what she was saying in jest. We were now on our way to face a hostile clan of unknown strength and skill, to fight for our freedom, and our very existence. We knew we’d be seeing our old adversaries Kris and Judith again, but the identity of the other five fighters would be a mystery until we faced off against them in a few hours. Peter and Kat were sitting quietly, holding hands like young lovers. Vicky was chatting away animatedly, excited by the prospect of facing her former tormentors now. Petra was listening, sort of… she seemed distracted by something, and of course, being attuned to my older sister in a very special way, I knew exactly what was on her mind: she was holding again, and loving every second of it. So was I, in fact. There’s no better way for an omo vamp to take their mind off something they don’t want to think about than to start focusing on how full we’re feeling and how badly we need to pee. Which was pretty badly, in my case. I was just hoping that I’d be able to make it through most of the flight without actually wetting myself, no matter how much certain other family members might get a thrill or a laugh out of that. I glanced over at Hannah, who was looking out the window. The moon was full, a bright silver orb of light illuminating the purple-black night sky. It was a beautiful night, one of the most beautiful I’d ever seen in my entire undead existence. At least, that’s what I was thinking at that moment. Maybe because there was a good chance that it might be the last one I’d ever see with my family; it might even be the last one I’d ever see, period. Hannah seemed calm; there was no perturbing her equanimity. No matter what came to pass, she had accepted all possible outcomes and was at peace with herself. All those years spent meditating, no doubt. I glanced to the other side of me, where my little sister River was sitting in the aisle seat, bobbing one of her slender legs up and down, her thighs pressed tightly together and one hand jammed down between them. It was pretty clear to me how she was choosing to deal with the stress and pressure, too. I wasn’t sure why she was worried, though; seeing her with that saber in her hands during our last few training sessions, OMG, she was amazing! Somehow, I knew she wasn’t going to lose her match. In fact, everyone looked ready… except me. I was the weak link now. <TO BE CONTINUED>
  21. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.48) DUALITY (Hannah and Miles) FILLMORE EAST, NYC Summer 1970 (soundtrack: Sivad, by Hermeto Pascoal, performed by Miles Davis) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mTSiNJqq7I&list=PL6870B5D21473707C The sun rises in the east, and it sets in the west. Some things never change, even if you haven’t seen a sunrise for many long years. People can change, though, and vampires are still people; unusual people, sometimes remarkable people, but still people in the end. Take Miles for example… Sivad Selim was a court musician back in the time of the Pharoahs, and Hannah was a Jewish slave in the Pharoah’s house, charged with attending to the Pharoah’s many sons and daughters. They knew each other by sight, rather casually at first until they both realized what they had in common: that neither of them would ever age normally, or die a natural death. In the culture of ancient Egypt, where preparation for the afterlife was everything, to be unable to die was perhaps the worst fate of all. Sivad Selim had already lived many lifetimes, and had become resigned to his fate, although it had made him first angry, then bitter. Hannah was in her first lifetime as one of the undead, but she was comfortable with who and what she was, although not with preying on others, humans, beings weaker than herself by nature. In contrast, Sivad Selim always took great pleasure in hunting, feasting on his prey, and leaving them for dead. If they were strong enough, they became his little ones, at least until he tired of them. If not, they passed into the Great Beyond without him giving them a second thought. “Misery loves company.” That’s how he put it. When their work was done, they would visit each other in their quarters, and long into the day which was their night by the light of the oil lamps, they would argue the respective points of their personal philosophies. Hannah’s belief was that the challenge of an undead existence was to be what one was without causing harm to others, while to Sivad, this was to deny one’s true nature. “Be yourself, be true to yourself,” he always said. “Yes, but I define who I am, not my appetites,” she would always reply. To which Sivad would usually respond by letting out an evil laugh, and extending his sharp fangs before teleporting out of the room to some dark alley where he would snack on his next victim. Somehow, despite their differing philosophies, they came to care for each other, and to become friends. And time passed. Through the centuries which became like minutes to them, they knew each other, and Hannah marveled as Sivad periodically reinvented his music and his playing to match the current fashion, ever-changing and yet somehow always remaining himself. The clothing changed, the name changed, all the members of the ensemble changed, even the horn changed, but he was always exactly who he was, and sounded only like himself. Never imitating others… always striving to be a true original. To him, that was what music was about: the long search to find one's unique voice, a unique sound, and then to develop it fully. Time was not his enemy in his quest, for he had plenty of time to spare, and time for him became elastic, stretching and compressing like a rubber band to suit his whim, the beat going from straight time to no time, and back again seamlessly now. Form was elastic also; he had played everything from the simplest melodies to the most complex harmonies, complicated classical pieces, jazz standards and the 12 bar blues… now he was able to play only what he wished, when he wished. “I’ll play it, and I’ll tell you what it is later,” he said in that raspy voice of his at one recording session. Another time, the engineer had asked him the title of an improvised piece. “Call it anything,” he responded offhandedly. And that’s what they wrote down on the track sheet. 'Call It Anything'. Hannah’s personal preference had been his Baroque period. His pursuit of technical mastery of the trumpet had been at its apogee then, and his playing was fast, clean and powerful. But over time, he had grown bored with technique for technique’s sake. Over time he began to play fewer and fewer notes, but each note meant more. Everything was weighed and measured, the way the note was shaped in his lungs, his throat and his mouth, the pressure of his full lips on the mouthpiece, then how it was articulated, sustained, bent or vibrato added… now he chased pure sound, tone and nuanced phrasing. “All the technique in the world means nothing if you have nothing to say for yourself,” Miles said. "It's like a writer with good penmanship, but no ideas." This was his latest persona… no longer a jazz musician per se, but something else; not quite a rock star, but close. Gone were the handmade suits, replaced by tank tops, long scarves, tight leather trousers and high heeled boots, and the shades were now oversized, hiding the blood-red eyes of a constantly hungry, angry vampire. To live on for centuries, unable to pass into the Great Beyond, chasing sound, chasing a dream, attaining perfect technical mastery and yet being unsatisfied… now he pursued simplicity, the simplicity of snowflakes. All alike in their basic nature, yet they contained infinite complexity, each one being unique, each one different, like the solos he would play over the same vamp on different nights. Trane was long gone, and Shorter had left along with Zawinul to form their own electric ensemble. Although Miles still had a sax in the group, he had become fascinated with the sound of a certain electric guitar player from Seattle who played left handed and loud, and did things with a guitar that shouldn’t have been possible, making his amplifier a part of the basic sound instead of simply using it to make what was already coming out just a bit louder. They were kindred spirits, both of them sonic explorers and pioneers, but Jimi would soon unexpectedly pass into the Great Beyond just before they would have a chance to collaborate. Even more cause for bitterness, since everyone Miles had ever cared for had been taken from him eventually. Except Hannah... They had never been lovers, for Miles took and discarded lovers as casually as he might pick a flower, sniff it, and then toss it away, and even if he had desired that, Hannah was not attracted to men in any case. But there was something that drew them to each other besides their shared fate; despite their differing philosophies as to how a vampire should comport him or herself, they too were kindred spirits of a sort, for both of them sought the meaning behind who and what they were. All things happen for a reason, and being undead was no exception to the rule. All existence must serve a purpose, of this they were both certain.Their difference of opinion came in the interpretation of what that purpose might be. Miles, being both self-centered and a hedonist by nature, believed that "do what thou will shall be the whole of the law", while Hannah believed that it was what we did for others that made our existence have meaning, rather than what we did for ourselves. Over many long years they had argued back and forth, neither able to convince the other, and finally they had simply agreed to disagree. Friends were hard enough to come by in the vampire world. Predators were all naturally in competition for the same food, and those who chose not to hunt humans generally didn't associate with those who did... it was just easier that way. And of course, to be friends or lovers with a human, well... that was a sure ticket to heartbreak, for they all lived such short lives, and to watch someone you love die got pretty old after the first couple of centuries, sure enough. Somehow, despite their differences, Miles and Hannah remained friends over the years. But in order to truly understand what you are, you need to understand where you’ve come from. The ancient Egyptians believed that during Zep Tepi, The First Time, the time of the gods, there was a direct link between Heaven and Earth. In The First Time, the heavenly Milky Way was reflected in the path of the Nile River on Earth, the Pyramids on the Giza plateau were aligned exactly with the stars of Orion’s Belt, and the gods traveled along the vertically aligned Milky Way from the distant stars, from the Duat or Celestial Kingdom, to here on Earth. The First Time was a Golden Age, “before rage or clamour or strife or uproar had come about”, to quote the Egyptologist Rundle Clark whose own premature death in January of 1970 had come before he could do much more than begin a monograph on the god Osiris, whose heavenly presence was the star Orion. “No death, disease or disaster occurred in this blissful epoch, known variously as ‘The Time of Re’, ‘The Time of Osiris’, or ‘The Time of Horus’,“ Rundle Clark had written, but he had not said why. Indeed, why no death, disease, or disaster? Simply because these ‘gods’, as the local inhabitants of the Giza plateau had referred to them, were in fact star voyagers who traveled along the Milky Way in the form of pure energy, and although they were able to retain their great longevity once they had manifested in physical form at the end of the celestial river, in order to survive here on Earth in that form they had been obliged to become blood drinkers… vampires, in essence. But as such, they were immune to death, decay and disease. The legend was that, wanting to rule both Upper and Lower Egypt, the god Set had killed his brother Osiris and dismembered his body, cutting it into pieces and scattering the pieces, and by that act of violence putting an end to the Golden Age. And that Isis the wife of Osiris, using her magic, had gathered up the far-flung scattered pieces and brought him back from the dead just long enough in order to receive his seed. The result of this union was the birth in due course of the ‘god’ Horus, the falcon-headed Sky God, the god of war, and of hunting. He who became Father of all the Undead. So, to Miles, all vampires were descendants of the ORIGINAL hunter, the predator falcon, and therefore entitled to feed on lesser entities. Hannah, having been born a slave, tended to sympathise with the exploited and oppressed, though. Of course, I wasn’t thinking too much about any of this as I listened to the band play on Saturday night at the end of a four day stint at the Fillmore East, the air thick with smoke... The house was packed, with long haired hippies on acid standing alongside some of the more progressive jazz fans who had followed Miles on this new trip of his, unsure of where he was leading them but willing to travel. Miles on the trumpet. Doing his own thing, as always. Chick Corea on the Fender Rhodes electric piano, and Keith Jarrett on electronic organ, not the usual jazzer's Hammond B3. Dave Holland from the UK doubling acoustic and electric bass, another new element coming from the rock world. Jack DeJohnette on drums and the Brazilian Airto Moreira handling percussion and his native cuica. And then finally, there was Steve Grossman on tenor and soprano sax, Trane’s horns… he was no Coltrane but then again, unlike me, he wasn’t trying to be. In fact, all of them were deliberately not referencing any jazz music that had come before this point. “Be yourself, be true to yourself,” Miles had told them. “That’s all that really matters in the end… in the end, it’s all you have.” <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
  22. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD PT. 46 CROSSROADS (Florence and Duleep Singh) Grimley, England January 1894 (sound track: Oiseaux Tristes, by Maurice Ravel, performed by Jean-Philippe Collard) Samuel’s funeral… Duleep Singh reminisces with Florence. The priest had hardly finished his oration before she carefully placed the metal urn containing her husband's ashes in the small alcove within the Baker family vault. Then Florence turned away, and the somewhat portly man in black at her side took her arm gently and led her out of the vault and back towards the waiting carriage. They took their places inside, the thick black velvet curtains drawn against both the winter chill and the prying eyes of any onlookers. Now that they were away from the large group of mourners and could not be seen, the man unwrapped his scarf from his head and the widow lifted her veil away from her face with black kid gloved hands. “You look well, Singh. The years have been kind,” she said. “Not as kind as they have been to you, my dearest Florence… you look exactly the same as the day we first met,” Maharajah Duleep Singh said with a smile, stroking his beard as he did. “Then again, why should I be surprised? I have long been aware that you were special, in so many different ways.” “Sam told you, of course… you were always his most trusted friend.” “Yes, he did. And you were his true love, he told me that as well, although he didn’t need to; it was quite clear right from the moment he laid eyes on you in the market of Vidin so many years ago.” “As he was mine… my only regret is that he never permitted me to turn him as you did finally. ‘We are what we are, and we are so for a reason,’ he always said." Florence spoke these words in a bitter tone. "And thus, I was condemned to watch him age, sicken, and then die, while I remained unchanged. A cruel fate, truly…” “Have you not guessed the truth of it by now, after so long?" Duleep Singh looked at her, an ironic smile upon his lips. "He remained as he was in order to better be able to protect you, Florence; a man in his position could simply not in good conscience give up all of his responsibilities and his obligations, although he desired nothing more than to be with you. And being thus obligated to remain in the public’s eye, he had to live a normal life while sheltering you from view.” Her tears, which had been held back at the cost of great effort, now began to flow down her lovely face and fall as she thought of his sacrifice. “Singh, my heart is broken, and I swear I shall never love another man. His memory I shall keep sacred, for he rescued me from the life of a slave, and loved me, even after he knew what sort of creature I was.“ Sam’s children will inherit his estate and possessions. I have no desire to remain here much longer now that my beloved is gone.” “How then will you survive, dear Florence? If you are in need, perhaps you will allow me to assist you, for Sam’s sake?” “He has provided for me in the way of several bits of property in my name here and there, by which I may always have a place to live at any time, and a modest income by renting out the others through a trusted agent. That is more than enough; I have no need for luxury.” When next you have word of me, it will be the announcement that I have passed into the Great Beyond. Do not mourn for me… ‘Florence Baker’ will be put to rest, but I shall begin a new existence.” “How so?” the Maharajah queried. “It is a simple enough thing… my family still has holdings in Romania, so I shall return there first, and then from there I shall emigrate to the United States, joining the vast throng of other immigrants in a nation that regards what one is in the present more highly than what one’s past might have been.” “And so you shall make a new start… yet another chance to begin anew. It is a blessing from the gods,” Maharajah Duleep Singh said. “It is what it is,” Florence said with a wan smile. She embraced him now. “My only other regret is that I shall not ever again see Samuel, for he is surely in Heaven even now, while I…” She trailed off, her smile now sad upon her lips. “Do not speak in such a manner!” Duleep Singh said emphatically. “If our Samuel loved you, there is surely much more good within you than you might surmise, enough to possibly even guarantee your eventual salvation.” “It is said that the evil men do lives on after them; the good is oft interred with their bones,” Florence replied. “If Sam’s love for me was the key to my salvation, let us hope that it has not been put to rest along with his mortal body, but lives on within his immortal soul. Only time will tell.” <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
  23. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 44) INFORMATION PLEASE (The Secretary) London, England 1996 (sound track: Autumn Leaves, by Hank Garland) The telephone sitting on the old oak desk rang just once. The older woman sitting behind the desk answered it promptly, just as she’d been trained to, just as she had for many years. She gave a mild start of surprise when the security code was entered, however. 0013 was inactive, and had been for a very long time… only a few veterans like herself would even recognize that code now. It hadn’t been used since she was a young woman first starting out as a secretary with the company, back in the 1960s. “Peter Kushkin! What a pleasant surprise! We haven’t heard from you since you left the company; what have you been doing all this time?” “Oh, this and that, keeping busy… it’s a long story.” “You haven’t been freelancing now, have you, you naughty boy? Well, you’ll have to stop by the office and take me to lunch one of these days and tell me all about it,” the woman said with a dry laugh. “So, what can I do for you, my dear Peter? I’m guessing this isn’t a social call.” “Still the same Moneypenny… “ Peter said with an answering chuckle. “I need some information on a woman named Judith Von Sas, last known residence rue Rabelais, Paris.” “Hold on, I’ll check the database now… Hmmm, access to that file appears to be restricted for some reason.” “Surely that won’t be a problem; not for a woman of your talents, Moneypenny,” Peter said. “Flatterer,” the woman said, but nonetheless she couldn't help smiling at the compliment from a former field agent, and one of the very best at that. In time, he might have even surpassed their most renowned man, 007. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll see what I can do.” Even as she spoke, the woman was pulling up the relevant file with a few deft keystrokes and clicks of her mouse, and what she saw there made her blanch with fear. “Peter, what in heaven's name have you gotten yourself mixed up in? Do you have any idea who or what this woman is?” “Oh, I have some idea, alright; we’ve already met once... and heaven's got nothing to do with it. Go on, tell me what you've got.” “Judith von Sas, born in Romania, August 6th, either 1841 or 1845 depending on which source you choose to believe, to a wealthy aristocratic German family with large land holdings in Romania. Speaks fluent Hungarian, Romanian, Turk, German, French and English. She used the name 'Florence' during the time she was married to Samuel Baker, the famous explorer and big game hunter. Allegedly died on 11th of March 1916 at the estate she had shared with her husband in Sandford Orleigh, Devon, aged 74. Supposedly buried in the Baker family vault at Grimley, near Worcester, although her name was never recorded officially. Now it gets really interesting though... "She reappeared in Paris shortly after the end of the first World War, using the name Judith von Szasz, which was later Anglicized to von Sas. Contemporary photographs show a woman who is apparently in her late 20s… and quite lovely, I might add.” Miss Moneypenny felt a brief twinge of jealousy as she looked at the pictures in the woman’s file. There was virtually no difference in photographs taken almost 100 years ago and the last ones from the 1980s, apart from the clothes she was wearing, which were always quite fashionable. Bloody vampires, she thought, and then laughed to herself at her turn of phrase. “She's presently in Cannes." Moneypenny paused briefly, then continued. "Peter... the annotation is DNA/NOTW… Do Not Approach/Not Of This World.” No wonder the file had been restricted. "I've no other choice... she's got Vicky," Peter replied tersely. "I need a big favour, Moneypenny. I'm going to need some equipment in France, and fast." "Send me your list, Peter. It will all be there waiting for you when you arrive." "Moneypenny, you're a gem." "A rare gem, and don't you ever forget it!" the woman retorted with a smile. It was almost like old times again. <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
  24. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 42) GAME OVER (The Fencer) US Olympic Training Center, Colorado Springs, CO 2006 (sound track: Asturias, by Isaac Albeniz, performed by John Williams) “En garde!” Through the mesh of her mask, River could see the girl facing her. She was a bit taller and heavier, and so she had the advantage of reach and weight. The girl's reddish brown hair was tied in a long braid which moved almost hypnotically in time with her body, her footwork was sure, her sabre blade not much more than a blur in her hands as she fought. Her opponent was obviously experienced, much more experienced than River had expected. She was fast, and she was tricky, weaving and feinting and making her moves hard to anticipate. Despite River’s best efforts, the girl was scoring point after point. It was almost impossible to defend against her, she was that good. In all the time River had been fighting, she’d never faced an adversary of this caliber before, but her trainer had simply told her that at this level, you were going up against the very best. If you didn’t belong here yourself, you’d find out about it pretty quickly. Up until now, she’d never lost a match that mattered, not since she was a little girl and still learning the art of fencing. Her mother had been a fencer before she had gotten sick, and her grandmother before that. It was a family tradition, one that made each of them unique and yet bonded the generations together, this peculiar art of fighting with a sword. River had had either a pen or a sword in her hand during almost every spare moment ever since she was about 10 years old and had started her fencing lessons. It had been schoolwork or fencing and little else once her natural talent had become clear to her mother and her coach. “She could be one of the great ones; she’s got the raw ability… only time will tell.” Now it was all about to culminate in this match. As a Junior champion, she was attempting to qualify for the national team. Under her lamé and jacket, River was sweating heavily, having fought back against all odds from an eight point deficit to within two points now, but time was running out and she had to remind herself to breathe deeply and stay calm somehow. Fourteen to twelve; her opponent only had to score once more, or simply fight defensively and let the timer give her the victory. Some fencers attacked, some defended, and some were specialists in the counterattack. Based on what she’d observed up until now, River doubted that the girl facing her would stop attacking; it just wasn’t her style. But she seemed to be getting just a little bit tired. Possibly she hadn’t expected the match to go on for the full time limit, and the momentum had definitely swung at least a little bit towards River in this stage of the contest. Maybe endurance was the one chink in the armor of this adversary who had seemed so invincible at the start. As her coach always had told her, it’s not over until it’s over. River’s specialty was the counterattack, which relied just as much on successful defense strategy. If your opponent scored on attack, there would be no point scored on the counter, and in the early stages of the match, that’s exactly what had happened. But River had watched closely, studied how the girl fought, and despite falling behind early, she hadn’t lost focus. She watched, and she had been able to fight her way back to within two points... but she would have to score three to none in order to win. As she stood behind her line on the strip, she could feel the sweat dripping down the curve of her spine under her jacket. Unable to see her adversary's eyes through the mesh of her mask, River watched her sword hand, waiting for it to move. "EN GARDE... ALLEZ!" the referee shouted. There was a sudden rapid lunge and thrust from the girl facing her. The point of the advancing sabre was blocked by River's quinte parry to deflect the cut away from her head. River was attempting a 'prise de fer' to push the other girl's blade aside which would leave her open to counterattack but her opponent parried her move easily at arm's length and from that short distance, was able to land a quick slashing blow to River's arm. “Touché!” The buzzer sounded; the match was over. River removed her mask, saluted the referee and the judges, and shook her opponent's extended hand. This Becca Ward was quite an amazing fencer, that much was certain. River had tried her hardest, she'd put up a good fight, but had been outscored on points finally. She had been eliminated from contention for the team. As she removed her protective clothing in the locker room afterwards, River was unable to prevent the bitter tears of her disappointment from flowing freely now, and there was no consolation for her in having done her best. In her mind, she had dedicated this match to the memory of her mother, who had died shortly after she had won her Junior Championship title. As sick as she was, her mother had managed to hang on, desperately clinging to life while her beloved daughter rose through the ranks, and at least she had lived to see that, but not long enough to witness this defeat, River thought. Part of her knew that her mother and her grandmother would not have been angry or disappointed that she had lost, for she had fought well. She could almost hear her mother’s voice, trying to comfort her… “You were good today; she was just a little better.” “That's just a nice way of saying I wasn’t good enough,” she replied to the voice inside her head now. She felt as though she’d let her mother down somehow by losing here today. She was angry and disappointed at what she saw as a failing of her skill, her will and her character, and she vowed to leave the competition side of the art behind, and never fight again. If she wasn’t fighting, she didn’t need to train anymore either. So what will I do?, she wondered. This had been her whole life up until now, and she had no idea what would happen from here on out. <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
  25. SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 40) TRICK OR TREAT (The Little Monster) Hannah and Cool’s Country House, Upstate New York, 2002 (sound track: Down Here On The Ground, by Wes Montgomery) Unlike most girls her age, this trick or treater hadn’t chosen to be some sort of princess, or Ariel the Little Mermaid. Instead, she was wearing a Green Goblin outfit; she was obviously a bit different, this little girl. Hannah and I both smiled widely at each other when we saw how she was dressed as she said, “Trick or treat!” and held up her sack to receive a bit of candy when we opened the door to the chilly fall air. “I love your costume!” I said as I spilled a couple of handfuls of sweet treats into her bag."But aren't you cold?" All the other little trick or treaters so far had been wearing coats over their outfits, which kind of spoiled the effect. She took off her mask so that she could speak more clearly, and now I could see her beautiful face. Her hair was so dark brown it almost appeared to be black, and it was shiny and straight, not a trace of curl to it. And she had the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen, this tiny goblin did. They were like lovely pools of crystal clear water, really. “Oh, I never feel the cold," she replied. "Do you like the costume, really? I designed it myself, and my mom made it for me,” she said, gesturing towards a tall, slim, frail looking woman who was hovering protectively just a few feet away, wrapped in a heavy winter coat. Then she lowered her voice. “She wouldn’t let me be my first choice, though…” “What was your first choice?” Hannah asked softly. “I really wanted to be a vampire.” Hannah and I exchanged another look at that. “Why?” I asked the pretty little girl standing on our doorstep. “I don’t know, really… I just think vampires are cool," she replied with a brilliant smile. "All the stuff they can do, and how they live forever, and stay young, and all that stuff…” “What about the drinking blood part, isn’t that kind of weird?” I asked her. “Unless you’re a total vegetarian, you’re probably eating or drinking blood one way or another anyhow. You gotta eat something, right?” she replied. “And I’m sure I could figure out some way to feed without hurting anybody…” “It sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Hannah said with a laugh. “Except for my school work and my fencing lessons, it’s probably all I think about,” she said, laughing back. “Mom even took me to the doctor; she was worried I was obsessed. That’s why she wouldn’t let me dress as one…” “What did the doctor say?” I asked her. “Oh, he told my Mom not to worry, that I’d grow out of it sooner or later,” she replied with a toss of her little head that made her shiny hair ripple like a beautiful dark waterfall. I leaned down to give her a little more candy, and then I whispered softly so that only she could hear me. “There’s nothing wrong with you wanting to be a vampire; at least, not the kind of vampire I think you’d be.” I smiled at her, and said, “Happy Halloween!” She smiled that impossibly bright smile at me again and then she skipped over to where the frail woman was waiting and took her hand. Her mother paused for a moment, stopped and bent over just a bit, coughing into a handkerchief. I could smell the blood on it even from that distance, some of it fresh and some which had already dried. The woman was dying... tuberculosis, lung cancer; whatever it was, she hadn't too much longer to live, I could definitely sense that now. This might even be the very last Halloween she would spend with her little daughter. And that was the tragedy of life... its inevitable end. Only we were immune. As the two of them started to walk away, the cute little goblin girl looked over her right shoulder at me and said, “Happy Halloween! And thanks… for everything!” And then she blew me a kiss. Even as I closed the door, the transparent blue tears were welling up in my eyes, knowing what lay ahead for both of them. I couldn't get them out of my mind for a long time afterwards. <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/