Jesykah
Obejrzane
- Super self-conscious/painfully shy
- Chubby (for now) — recovering from injuries.
- Obsessed with the ocean, music and wellness.
- Hippie
- Chubby (for now) — recovering from injuries.
- Obsessed with the ocean, music and wellness.
- Hippie
Coos Bay,
Stany Zjednoczone Ameryki
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Miasto
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Coos Bay,
Stany Zjednoczone Ameryki
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Płeć
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Kobieta (34 lata)
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Orientacja
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Panseksualny
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Status finansowy
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Nie odmawiam prezentów
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Rola (BDSM)
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Sub
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O mnieMy name is Jesykah and welcome to my TedTalk. I am 31 years old as of March and I live on the Southern Oregon Coast. I am currently working on finishing my Bachelors in Marine Biology and Conservation with the intention to travel the world and help in various relief efforts. I am also learning Mandarin. I am painfully shy in face to face encounters and super self-conscious. I am a chubbier girl at the moment, something I am working on changing so I can get my confidence back. I am a hippie who is obsessed with all things related to the ocean, music and wellness. I am also nomadic by nature so traveling is always on my bucket list of things to do. In my freetime I enjoy going to the beach, reading, writing, playing the ukulele, stargazing, going for night drives with no destinations, swimming, and listening to music. And lastly, I guess, according to Meyers-Briggs I am an INTJ personality type.
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TabuMy hard stops would be: Abrasion play, stretching, bathroom control, branding/scarification, edge play, electrical play, fire play, gags, injections, knife play, most masochism, mummification, needle play, pet play, s**t/urine play, and tickling. I also don’t like wearing full hoods or zentai. Pretty much I’m not into b******g, being cut or electrocuted, getting peed on, gags, needles, latex or being treated like a pet or b*********y. Lol
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Wielokrotne orgazmy
Edukacja
Tulenie się
Całowanie
Czat
Masaż
Gra wstępna
Masturbacja
Ręczne robienie loda
Fingrowanie
Siedzenie na twarzy
Seks oralny
Seks analny
Trójkąty
F+F+M
Klasyczny
Szybkie numerek
Kamasutra
Sutki
Piersi
Ogolone
Tatuaże
Usta
Piercingi
Modyfikacje ciała
Pośladki
Penisy
Squirt
Jądra
Sperma
BBW
Pulchne
Srom
Masażer prostaty
Klamerki na sutki
Pierścień erekcyjny
Kulki gejszy
Koraliki analne
Strap-on
Plugi analne
Wibratory
Dildosy
Zabawki erotyczne
Fisting
Podwójna penetracja
24/7
Kontrola orgazmu
Styl życia 24/7
Dyscyplina
Deprywacja sensoryczna
Zabawy z sutkami
Gra woskiem
Bondage
Lanie
Dirty talk
Zabawa w doktora
Fetysz ginekologiczny
Monter - gospodyni
Gra w role
Pegging
Mężczyźni metroseksualni
Gotyk
Wymiana zdjęć
Erotyka
Wolna miłość
Rozmowa erotyczna
Polyamoria
Nudystów
Pornografia
Sztuka erotyczna
Hentai / anime
Wymiana partnerów
Seks grupowy
Fotografia erotyczna
Film erotyczny
Seks tantryczny
Seks na świeżym powietrzu
Seks na plaży
Seks w wodzie
Seks w saunie
Seks w kinie
Seks w samochodzie
Maszyna do jebania
Obroża posturalna
Lina
Bicz
Uprząż bondage
Kajdanki bondage
Pasek do ciała
Obroża i smycz
Bicz
Opaska na ręce
Pas na bondage
Łóżko na bondage
Opaski na oczy
Kajdanki
Buty na wysokim obcasie
Pończochy
Fetysz bielizny
Koronkowe gorsety
Fetysz jedwabiu
Heteroseksualność
Biseksualność
Strap-on z dodatkami
Duży Szef
Pokojówka
Pracownik firmy sprzątającej
Rozprzestrzeniacz
Bóg/Bogini
Student/Nauczyciel
Policjant/Cywili
...
Nie lubię
Fetysz dłoni
Fetysz stóp
Nogi
Fetysz oczu
Piercingi intymne
Fetysz włosów
Włosy łonowe
Włosy na ciele
Fetysz pach
Fetysz palenia
Brzuchy
Drobna
Fleshlight
Pompka łechtaczki
Lalka seksualna
Gra w ogniu
Ekstremalne bondage
Sporty wodne
Bondage jądrowe
Lewatywa
Pracownik seksualny - klient
Kobieta w roli mężczyzny lub odwrotnie
Dominacja kobiet
Fetysz medyczny
Transwestyta
Swinger
Folia spożywcza
Knebel na penisa
Hak na nos
Kaganiec
Kaganiec na usta
Ograniczenia medyczne
Knebel nadmuchiwany
Klejnot
Rękawice wampirów
Maski gazowe
Worki na ciało
Kajdanki na zawieszeniu
Szubienice
Uprząż na głowę
Lejek
Kaptur na bondage
Kleje
Pas dziewictwa
Rękawice na bondage
Klejnot
Spódnica z kratką
Maski
Przebieranie się
Fetysz lateksu
Fetysz lakierowanej skóry
Fetysz lateksu
Fetysz nylonu
Fetysz butów
Fetysz pieluch
Fetysz mundurków
Fetysz spandexu
Mokry wygląd
Interseks
Mikropenis
Deptanie
Nimfomania
Ślub tematyczny
Łóżko próżniowe
Leginsy zawieszone
Maseczka z elastanu z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Maseczka lateksowa z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Maseczka skórzana z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Feminizacja
Pieszczoty stopami
Fetysz butów
Depilacja
Używane bielizna
Biodra
Trampki
Buty kirkie
Rajstopy
Pończochy lateksowe
Duże buty
Pas mieczowy
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Example Writing: From a Work in Progress: The Tuatha
In the darkness, nothing matters. Nothing moves yet, at the same time, everything seems to stir and twist in the dark recesses of our lives… except tonight. As Aleksandrya opened her eyes and looked up into the night sky she began to feel calmed by the twinkling lights that played in the distance. The comets above playing like cat and mouse across the endless black sky. The chariots of the Gods in their stables along with their beasts while the guardians of the universe are ever watching to be sure that peace would remain this night. She wanted that peace, craved it in fact. This hectic world in which she lived in and is required to take part in drives her to the brink of utter madness and grief. The constant clutter of the people mingling with the pointlessness of craved tangible items that will, in the end, be absolutely worthless. When would she finally be able to rest in a peaceful s****?
As she floated there upon the moonlit glass that was the lake, she closed her eyes and began to hum the tune that has been long in her mind but from where it came from she did not know. The tune came to her in a dream many years ago. It was a lovely tune, one that she could imagine the fae would dance to on a midsummer night’s eve. Beneath her in the water she could feel the earth move and the nocturnal marine life begin to stir. The fish big and small in all their rainbow-like beauty, the weeds swaying from the movement of the earth, the dirt at the bottom gently stirring into a wondrous display of browns and greens like an underwater tornado display. She can see it all with her eyes closed, she could feel it all. As the moonlight caressed her pale skin against the dark backdrop of the water and the sky, she was truly the most beautiful the moon had ever seen. In that moment where her equally dark and luscious hair spread like weeds of their own fanning out in waves from her. As the water moved so did she, like an orchestra player is one with the music, she was becoming one with the pull and sway of the water upon which she lay. With no other lights than the moon and the stars for miles Aleksandrya was utterly alone in her candescence. But like most beauty, it is more glorious when it is unobserved. With the whole universe literally ahead of her and the whole world at her back, she is between worlds; belonging nowhere but being everywhere at the same time. How she loved her alone time in the water where all of her thoughts, cares and beliefs didn’t matter and could just float away and down into the depths of the water below. There was never anyone here to impress, there wasn’t ever anyone she had to save face in front of. She could finally be herself in a world all her own, in a place nobody went or even knew about. This was a place she could finally be free.
-----
Looking out from the tall grass on the shore of a lake were twin green eyes of a brightly hue. They stared across the lake in curiosity mingled with a fear of the stranger that lay there. The woman had come here every day for the past sixty moons and she just lays there until the stars hide from the sky. She would love to talk to the woman, to ask her why she just lays there, what is she looking at in the sky… She dares not go near the woman, how could the woman understand or comprehend what it is that is looking back at her? No, she must be content with her fingers itching and her body aching, staying in the tall grass, and just watch the woman to make sure she does not draw too near to the Sacred Entrance as was her duty this night.
As she crept closer to the shoreline of the lake to get a closer look she kicked a pebble into the water causing a small splash. If it were at any other time, this splash would have gone unnoticed among all the daytime noises. She looked back to the woman on the water to see if she heard, she did. Frozen she just stood there as the woman, startled out of her daydream, whipped around towards the noise. Scared, the both of them just sat there staring at one another, blazing blue eyes and dazzling green eyes intertwined in a silent dance of wills.
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Starting June 1, 2021 my upload schedule is the following:
On WordPress: awritingfreakshow.wordpress.com
- Post twice a week
Tuesday: Work in Progress/Short Story of the Week
Thursday: 18+ Story of the Week
On Patreon: www.patreon.com/onewritingfreakshow
- Post Daily!
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In the darkness, nothing matters. Nothing moves yet, at the same time, everything seems to stir and twist in the dark recesses of our lives… except tonight. As Aleksandrya opened her eyes and looked up into the night sky she began to feel calmed by the twinkling lights that played in the distance. The comets above playing like cat and mouse across the endless black sky. The chariots of the Gods in their stables along with their beasts while the guardians of the universe are ever watching to be sure that peace would remain this night. She wanted that peace, craved it in fact. This hectic world in which she lived in and is required to take part in drives her to the brink of utter madness and grief. The constant clutter of the people mingling with the pointlessness of craved tangible items that will, in the end, be absolutely worthless. When would she finally be able to rest in a peaceful s****?
As she floated there upon the moonlit glass that was the lake, she closed her eyes and began to hum the tune that has been long in her mind but from where it came from she did not know. The tune came to her in a dream many years ago. It was a lovely tune, one that she could imagine the fae would dance to on a midsummer night’s eve. Beneath her in the water she could feel the earth move and the nocturnal marine life begin to stir. The fish big and small in all their rainbow-like beauty, the weeds swaying from the movement of the earth, the dirt at the bottom gently stirring into a wondrous display of browns and greens like an underwater tornado display. She can see it all with her eyes closed, she could feel it all. As the moonlight caressed her pale skin against the dark backdrop of the water and the sky, she was truly the most beautiful the moon had ever seen. In that moment where her equally dark and luscious hair spread like weeds of their own fanning out in waves from her. As the water moved so did she, like an orchestra player is one with the music, she was becoming one with the pull and sway of the water upon which she lay. With no other lights than the moon and the stars for miles Aleksandrya was utterly alone in her candescence. But like most beauty, it is more glorious when it is unobserved. With the whole universe literally ahead of her and the whole world at her back, she is between worlds; belonging nowhere but being everywhere at the same time. How she loved her alone time in the water where all of her thoughts, cares and beliefs didn’t matter and could just float away and down into the depths of the water below. There was never anyone here to impress, there wasn’t ever anyone she had to save face in front of. She could finally be herself in a world all her own, in a place nobody went or even knew about. This was a place she could finally be free.
-----
Looking out from the tall grass on the shore of a lake were twin green eyes of a brightly hue. They stared across the lake in curiosity mingled with a fear of the stranger that lay there. The woman had come here every day for the past sixty moons and she just lays there until the stars hide from the sky. She would love to talk to the woman, to ask her why she just lays there, what is she looking at in the sky… She dares not go near the woman, how could the woman understand or comprehend what it is that is looking back at her? No, she must be content with her fingers itching and her body aching, staying in the tall grass, and just watch the woman to make sure she does not draw too near to the Sacred Entrance as was her duty this night.
As she crept closer to the shoreline of the lake to get a closer look she kicked a pebble into the water causing a small splash. If it were at any other time, this splash would have gone unnoticed among all the daytime noises. She looked back to the woman on the water to see if she heard, she did. Frozen she just stood there as the woman, startled out of her daydream, whipped around towards the noise. Scared, the both of them just sat there staring at one another, blazing blue eyes and dazzling green eyes intertwined in a silent dance of wills.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Starting June 1, 2021 my upload schedule is the following:
On WordPress: awritingfreakshow.wordpress.com
- Post twice a week
Tuesday: Work in Progress/Short Story of the Week
Thursday: 18+ Story of the Week
On Patreon: www.patreon.com/onewritingfreakshow
- Post Daily!
Jesykah
Obejrzane
- Super self-conscious/painfully shy
- Chubby (for now) — recovering from injuries.
- Obsessed with the ocean, music and wellness.
- Hippie
- Chubby (for now) — recovering from injuries.
- Obsessed with the ocean, music and wellness.
- Hippie
Coos Bay,
Stany Zjednoczone Ameryki
Pokaż więcej informacji
Miasto
|
Coos Bay,
Stany Zjednoczone Ameryki
|
Płeć
|
Kobieta (34 lata)
|
Orientacja
|
Panseksualny
|
Status finansowy
|
Nie odmawiam prezentów
|
Rola (BDSM)
|
Sub
|
O mnieMy name is Jesykah and welcome to my TedTalk. I am 31 years old as of March and I live on the Southern Oregon Coast. I am currently working on finishing my Bachelors in Marine Biology and Conservation with the intention to travel the world and help in various relief efforts. I am also learning Mandarin. I am painfully shy in face to face encounters and super self-conscious. I am a chubbier girl at the moment, something I am working on changing so I can get my confidence back. I am a hippie who is obsessed with all things related to the ocean, music and wellness. I am also nomadic by nature so traveling is always on my bucket list of things to do. In my freetime I enjoy going to the beach, reading, writing, playing the ukulele, stargazing, going for night drives with no destinations, swimming, and listening to music. And lastly, I guess, according to Meyers-Briggs I am an INTJ personality type.
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TabuMy hard stops would be: Abrasion play, stretching, bathroom control, branding/scarification, edge play, electrical play, fire play, gags, injections, knife play, most masochism, mummification, needle play, pet play, s**t/urine play, and tickling. I also don’t like wearing full hoods or zentai. Pretty much I’m not into b******g, being cut or electrocuted, getting peed on, gags, needles, latex or being treated like a pet or b*********y. Lol
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Związek
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Przyjaźń
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Wymiana zdjęć
Przyjaciel z korzyściami
Pan lub niewolnik
Fetysz
Wielokrotne orgazmy
Edukacja
Tulenie się
Całowanie
Czat
Masaż
Gra wstępna
Masturbacja
Ręczne robienie loda
Fingrowanie
Siedzenie na twarzy
Seks oralny
Seks analny
Trójkąty
F+F+M
Klasyczny
Szybkie numerek
Kamasutra
Sutki
Piersi
Ogolone
Tatuaże
Usta
Piercingi
Modyfikacje ciała
Pośladki
Penisy
Squirt
Jądra
Sperma
BBW
Pulchne
Srom
Masażer prostaty
Klamerki na sutki
Pierścień erekcyjny
Kulki gejszy
Koraliki analne
Strap-on
Plugi analne
Wibratory
Dildosy
Zabawki erotyczne
Fisting
Podwójna penetracja
24/7
Kontrola orgazmu
Styl życia 24/7
Dyscyplina
Deprywacja sensoryczna
Zabawy z sutkami
Gra woskiem
Bondage
Lanie
Dirty talk
Zabawa w doktora
Fetysz ginekologiczny
Monter - gospodyni
Gra w role
Pegging
Mężczyźni metroseksualni
Gotyk
Wymiana zdjęć
Erotyka
Wolna miłość
Rozmowa erotyczna
Polyamoria
Nudystów
Pornografia
Sztuka erotyczna
Hentai / anime
Wymiana partnerów
Seks grupowy
Fotografia erotyczna
Film erotyczny
Seks tantryczny
Seks na świeżym powietrzu
Seks na plaży
Seks w wodzie
Seks w saunie
Seks w kinie
Seks w samochodzie
Maszyna do jebania
Obroża posturalna
Lina
Bicz
Uprząż bondage
Kajdanki bondage
Pasek do ciała
Obroża i smycz
Bicz
Opaska na ręce
Pas na bondage
Łóżko na bondage
Opaski na oczy
Kajdanki
Buty na wysokim obcasie
Pończochy
Fetysz bielizny
Koronkowe gorsety
Fetysz jedwabiu
Heteroseksualność
Biseksualność
Strap-on z dodatkami
Duży Szef
Pokojówka
Pracownik firmy sprzątającej
Rozprzestrzeniacz
Bóg/Bogini
Student/Nauczyciel
Policjant/Cywili
...
Nie lubię
Fetysz dłoni
Fetysz stóp
Nogi
Fetysz oczu
Piercingi intymne
Fetysz włosów
Włosy łonowe
Włosy na ciele
Fetysz pach
Fetysz palenia
Brzuchy
Drobna
Fleshlight
Pompka łechtaczki
Lalka seksualna
Gra w ogniu
Ekstremalne bondage
Sporty wodne
Bondage jądrowe
Lewatywa
Pracownik seksualny - klient
Kobieta w roli mężczyzny lub odwrotnie
Dominacja kobiet
Fetysz medyczny
Transwestyta
Swinger
Folia spożywcza
Knebel na penisa
Hak na nos
Kaganiec
Kaganiec na usta
Ograniczenia medyczne
Knebel nadmuchiwany
Klejnot
Rękawice wampirów
Maski gazowe
Worki na ciało
Kajdanki na zawieszeniu
Szubienice
Uprząż na głowę
Lejek
Kaptur na bondage
Kleje
Pas dziewictwa
Rękawice na bondage
Klejnot
Spódnica z kratką
Maski
Przebieranie się
Fetysz lateksu
Fetysz lakierowanej skóry
Fetysz lateksu
Fetysz nylonu
Fetysz butów
Fetysz pieluch
Fetysz mundurków
Fetysz spandexu
Mokry wygląd
Interseks
Mikropenis
Deptanie
Nimfomania
Ślub tematyczny
Łóżko próżniowe
Leginsy zawieszone
Maseczka z elastanu z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Maseczka lateksowa z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Maseczka skórzana z otwartymi oczami i ustami
Feminizacja
Pieszczoty stopami
Fetysz butów
Depilacja
Używane bielizna
Biodra
Trampki
Buty kirkie
Rajstopy
Pończochy lateksowe
Duże buty
Pas mieczowy
Gałązki
Kichanie
...
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A Writing Freak is Creating New Worlds to Explore!
Example Writing: From a Work in Progress: The Tuatha
In the darkness, nothing matters. Nothing moves yet, at the same time, everything seems to stir and twist in the dark recesses of our lives… except tonight. As Aleksandrya opened her eyes and looked up into the night sky she began to feel calmed by the twinkling lights that played in the distance. The comets above playing like cat and mouse across the endless black sky. The chariots of the Gods in their stables along with their beasts while the guardians of the universe are ever watching to be sure that peace would remain this night. She wanted that peace, craved it in fact. This hectic world in which she lived in and is required to take part in drives her to the brink of utter madness and grief. The constant clutter of the people mingling with the pointlessness of craved tangible items that will, in the end, be absolutely worthless. When would she finally be able to rest in a peaceful s****?
As she floated there upon the moonlit glass that was the lake, she closed her eyes and began to hum the tune that has been long in her mind but from where it came from she did not know. The tune came to her in a dream many years ago. It was a lovely tune, one that she could imagine the fae would dance to on a midsummer night’s eve. Beneath her in the water she could feel the earth move and the nocturnal marine life begin to stir. The fish big and small in all their rainbow-like beauty, the weeds swaying from the movement of the earth, the dirt at the bottom gently stirring into a wondrous display of browns and greens like an underwater tornado display. She can see it all with her eyes closed, she could feel it all. As the moonlight caressed her pale skin against the dark backdrop of the water and the sky, she was truly the most beautiful the moon had ever seen. In that moment where her equally dark and luscious hair spread like weeds of their own fanning out in waves from her. As the water moved so did she, like an orchestra player is one with the music, she was becoming one with the pull and sway of the water upon which she lay. With no other lights than the moon and the stars for miles Aleksandrya was utterly alone in her candescence. But like most beauty, it is more glorious when it is unobserved. With the whole universe literally ahead of her and the whole world at her back, she is between worlds; belonging nowhere but being everywhere at the same time. How she loved her alone time in the water where all of her thoughts, cares and beliefs didn’t matter and could just float away and down into the depths of the water below. There was never anyone here to impress, there wasn’t ever anyone she had to save face in front of. She could finally be herself in a world all her own, in a place nobody went or even knew about. This was a place she could finally be free.
-----
Looking out from the tall grass on the shore of a lake were twin green eyes of a brightly hue. They stared across the lake in curiosity mingled with a fear of the stranger that lay there. The woman had come here every day for the past sixty moons and she just lays there until the stars hide from the sky. She would love to talk to the woman, to ask her why she just lays there, what is she looking at in the sky… She dares not go near the woman, how could the woman understand or comprehend what it is that is looking back at her? No, she must be content with her fingers itching and her body aching, staying in the tall grass, and just watch the woman to make sure she does not draw too near to the Sacred Entrance as was her duty this night.
As she crept closer to the shoreline of the lake to get a closer look she kicked a pebble into the water causing a small splash. If it were at any other time, this splash would have gone unnoticed among all the daytime noises. She looked back to the woman on the water to see if she heard, she did. Frozen she just stood there as the woman, startled out of her daydream, whipped around towards the noise. Scared, the both of them just sat there staring at one another, blazing blue eyes and dazzling green eyes intertwined in a silent dance of wills.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Starting June 1, 2021 my upload schedule is the following:
On WordPress: awritingfreakshow.wordpress.com
- Post twice a week
Tuesday: Work in Progress/Short Story of the Week
Thursday: 18+ Story of the Week
On Patreon: www.patreon.com/onewritingfreakshow
- Post Daily!
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In the darkness, nothing matters. Nothing moves yet, at the same time, everything seems to stir and twist in the dark recesses of our lives… except tonight. As Aleksandrya opened her eyes and looked up into the night sky she began to feel calmed by the twinkling lights that played in the distance. The comets above playing like cat and mouse across the endless black sky. The chariots of the Gods in their stables along with their beasts while the guardians of the universe are ever watching to be sure that peace would remain this night. She wanted that peace, craved it in fact. This hectic world in which she lived in and is required to take part in drives her to the brink of utter madness and grief. The constant clutter of the people mingling with the pointlessness of craved tangible items that will, in the end, be absolutely worthless. When would she finally be able to rest in a peaceful s****?
As she floated there upon the moonlit glass that was the lake, she closed her eyes and began to hum the tune that has been long in her mind but from where it came from she did not know. The tune came to her in a dream many years ago. It was a lovely tune, one that she could imagine the fae would dance to on a midsummer night’s eve. Beneath her in the water she could feel the earth move and the nocturnal marine life begin to stir. The fish big and small in all their rainbow-like beauty, the weeds swaying from the movement of the earth, the dirt at the bottom gently stirring into a wondrous display of browns and greens like an underwater tornado display. She can see it all with her eyes closed, she could feel it all. As the moonlight caressed her pale skin against the dark backdrop of the water and the sky, she was truly the most beautiful the moon had ever seen. In that moment where her equally dark and luscious hair spread like weeds of their own fanning out in waves from her. As the water moved so did she, like an orchestra player is one with the music, she was becoming one with the pull and sway of the water upon which she lay. With no other lights than the moon and the stars for miles Aleksandrya was utterly alone in her candescence. But like most beauty, it is more glorious when it is unobserved. With the whole universe literally ahead of her and the whole world at her back, she is between worlds; belonging nowhere but being everywhere at the same time. How she loved her alone time in the water where all of her thoughts, cares and beliefs didn’t matter and could just float away and down into the depths of the water below. There was never anyone here to impress, there wasn’t ever anyone she had to save face in front of. She could finally be herself in a world all her own, in a place nobody went or even knew about. This was a place she could finally be free.
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Looking out from the tall grass on the shore of a lake were twin green eyes of a brightly hue. They stared across the lake in curiosity mingled with a fear of the stranger that lay there. The woman had come here every day for the past sixty moons and she just lays there until the stars hide from the sky. She would love to talk to the woman, to ask her why she just lays there, what is she looking at in the sky… She dares not go near the woman, how could the woman understand or comprehend what it is that is looking back at her? No, she must be content with her fingers itching and her body aching, staying in the tall grass, and just watch the woman to make sure she does not draw too near to the Sacred Entrance as was her duty this night.
As she crept closer to the shoreline of the lake to get a closer look she kicked a pebble into the water causing a small splash. If it were at any other time, this splash would have gone unnoticed among all the daytime noises. She looked back to the woman on the water to see if she heard, she did. Frozen she just stood there as the woman, startled out of her daydream, whipped around towards the noise. Scared, the both of them just sat there staring at one another, blazing blue eyes and dazzling green eyes intertwined in a silent dance of wills.
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