Untamed

Hands sweat as pulse races, eyes trying to focus hopelessly on the pixels which formed together into a letter, which lay beside each other letter in ecstasy to present a word, printed on somewhat new, yet browning paper. A hand fidgets at the corner of an eye, a body moves rapidly, crazily, and the pulse races on. Singing fills a right ear, in the voice of a man feared insane, a sentence fills a right ear, in the voice of a man feared insane. A sentence is heard and a man is no longer feared insane. A man is insane. Page ninety-seven turns to page ninety-eight as lust is seen at the corner of an eye, a face of desire that is soon followed by a cackling laughter. Insanity is laughing.

Shivers of nervousness arises at the back of a neck, moving swiftly down a spine, thighs, legs and dissipating. Insanity continues to laugh, continues to enjoy anything it can snatch. Hands tremble slightly as attention focuses on sentence ten. Focus becoming more difficult by the second. Rapid fussing of a body continues, a hand rubbing at the body in a suggestive manner, a repulsive manner. That same hand falls to the body’s side, closer, an attempt to close the distance. Desire looks on at the corner of an eye, a sleazy grin, as fear turns up for its all-star performance.

A body stands, an arm grabbing a blue sports bag. Footsteps fill both ears as an exit is made. Insanity has left, but a man is still insane.

Soothing, black silk pressed against the frame of my legs that were idly rested on the edge of a table. The fabric clung to my skin as the water on my skin made its dance down the descent of my legs, as if to hypnotise the fabric, entice it with is fluid, sensual movements. I reclined back in the aftermath as my hair rested messily on the edges of my shoulders, falling over each edge in its own manner; water ran in droplets from the ends, creating its own, personal, unsynchronised pattern. Polyester and cotton quickly absorbed each offering from not only my skin, but also my hair.

A deep rumble and a hot flash from the sky was all that were needed to entice me into its seduction; a few more moments later and I had already made my move, descending four flights of stairs. Left foot stepping eagerly onto the pavement that waited at the bottom, the right following suit instantly after; the very first part of my body which touched the Earth had already begun singing its song. Onwards they led me, not by command from my mind; it was the other way around. The message came from my muscles, my flesh and they teased the mind, tempted it to follow them. They took lead and I was only too happy to be in their wake.

Pooled collections of water spread themselves gloriously against the hard, black road as two nearby street lights shined down dimly, one white, one orange, the water flickering in their colours. That song spread its way through to the rest of my body and soon I had begun singing the same song as my feet. I blissfully pressed a foot hungrily into the gathered water, forcing pieces of liquid flying in every direction away from the pressure of skin clapping down to the ground. My lips formed themselves into a smile, before quickly shifting to a wicked grin, casting my head upward to the sky and spinning once on the spot.

Thundering low sounds from above met my song and my feet once again took command, with me obeying its instructions. Meters of black road come and went under the soles; I elected not to walk on the side of the road, but instead down the middle. Once again I looked toward the sky, my eyes searching the dark purple haze; that sky responded to me almost immediately as rain tore through the air, pelting itself against me and everything else that stood under it. We spoke to each other, heavens and I, in a language that only we together understood; only we together could ever speak.

Quickened water rushed down the slope of the hill, racing toward the bottom where it would once again pool at the lowest point. Each millimetre of water screaming across the bare skin of my feet, flooding under that flat of my foot with every step I began to take. I walked slowly, my hands in the tight pockets of my skirt which was hastily lapping up the rain which soaked me. My skirt showed very little compassion as it greedily kept the water within its structure of closely threaded material; it wanted to speak to me just like the foreboding clouds above.

Speak it did, joining forces with the weather as it mercilessly clung to the inside of my thighs, hugging unforgivingly at my crotch before giving way and infiltrating the dryness of my panties. Warm water pooled comfortably between my legs, my shirt supplying its own amount of collected storm to add to my skirts cause. Not one single inch of me had been spared the luxury of being dry, but I knew that I hadn’t followed my feet just to be dry. We sang together, still, with unabated harmony and with no splash of rain going undisturbed by the impulsive kicking and stomping.

Finally the heavens reached their peak, responding to me with an even heavier downpour, lower, longer rumbles and intense strikes of blinding purple scorching across the sky. Each deafening clap of thunder was met with an even more impressive, purely random and beautifully orchestrated lightning that illuminated everything in its tint of colour. At first it was the heavens which had tempted and teased my desires but now it was me tempting and teasing its own desires.

I roamed the grounds, a sense of power washing through me and seeping into every part of me I had. No one was able to meet the same platform that I were on, and everything felt utterly in my control; the feeling intensifying every time I glided my hand firmly, smoothly across the wet, metal bodies of stranger vehicles. Their expensive machine felt like a pristine play-toy, and I had not one single care in the world. I had played with the atmosphere enough, as I felt the gentle soothing of rain progressing to a soft sprinkle on my skin. It had fallen silent, perhaps resting in its own climax.

I looked up again, smiling and saying directly to the looming clouds, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Finally, my feet had begun to end their dance, stop singing their song and I stop for a moment, in the darkness and stand. For those moments, I wanted him to be there right beside me, and feel it all, share it all with me.

Steam rose from the hot water around me, as if to secure me in its blanket of gentle caress. The heat from both the water and the steam penetrated my bare skin; that very heat causing sensations I had felt, and still believe I feel, before. Blood pooled around my feet and a toothy grin spread across my face, the presence of a canine tooth making itself known by pressing against my lip. My fingers moved up my body, toward where blood was escaping freely from my neck, and I closed my eyes, remembering the moment.

Dark sky loomed overhead, the clouds tumbling together to form a close-knit army; a dark, aggressive army. A long coat fluttered around the ankles of a man who was walking boldly up the middle of the road. The coat blew at the mercy of a sudden wind and I, entranced into watch him, merely stood there captivated by his mysteriousness. A loud thumping ripped across the sky, roaring wildly as if it were alive with a voice of its own. The clouds moved closer together, growing darker than I had ever seen before, more aggressive than they were moments ago.

Mysterious as he was, he seemed powerful, foreboding and I watched him drop to his knees in front of me. Without even so much as a glance toward my face, I felt his mouth pressed to my ankle, yet without another moment’s passing, I felt his mouth and his tongue moving up the inside of my leg. Rain spilled from the barrier of darkened sky soldiers and he persisted in climbing the lengths of velvet, white flesh. A hand firmly slid up the side of my left leg, with forcefulness and precision; he had overwhelmingly great control and it showed when his hand stopped, grabbing the cheek of my ass firmly.

Yet still, his mouth and tongue journeyed further, familiarising itself with the taste of human skin. In unison his mouth and hands moved together, hands along my back and mouth along my stomach toward my chest as I heard him grow hungrier, an appetite of desire. Even still I could not see the eyes of he who was taking me over; that mysteriousness remained as he denied me that simple right. Ominous clouds continued to pour down a shower of merciless water that fell upon us both, with him not ceasing to stop.

My chest had passed his lips within moments as his hands snaked their way to my shoulders, then to my neck; a hand smoothly taking my head by my jaw and turning my face away from him. He fiendishly exposed my neck, his mouth lingering inches away from my flesh, with him, barely able to contain himself any longer. Then, with firm grasp of my jaw, he moved in, his teeth biting firmly down and simultaneously the sky thundered, sending a deafening sound that echoed powerfully. I felt the slight tickle of warm blood screaming quickly down my neck as it mixed with the rain that pelted, perhaps heavier than before, from above.

He spent several moments, at first biting my neck before making more delicate movements, as if to make love to my throat with his mouth and then finally releasing me and turning on his heel. The bottom of his coat flicked fluently behind him, spraying its own collection of gathered moisture into my face as I stood and watched him walk back down the middle of the street. Not once had he looked at me, nor did he look back. Not once had he said a word. I licked my lips and I felt my tongue slide over more predominantly sharper teeth that I didn’t possess before. I had an appetite I needed to satisfy.

A tall figure strolled confidently into the room as his brown eyes scanned the room. He had been missing for several days, and only now had it been that people had finally seen him once again. Unknown to me, he had been watching me the moment he walked in, casting his gaze in my direction.

I had noticed that he entered, I did note his disappearance and I had known the reason why. My feet took their first steps as my mind commanded, my mind obeying the desire to speak to him once again. It was not long before logic and perhaps fear also, had commandeered itself over that desire.

Logic had told me that I may have been the last person he wanted to actually converse with. Logic had told me that I wasn’t going to be much help to him. Fear told me that I may make things worse. Fear told me that I may get more than I was asking for.

So I listened to logic and fear and made a quick turn, directing myself into the direction of the table full of glorious food instead. My attempt went to waste, as he noticed and headed over into my direction. I tried to preoccupy myself with a finger-bun as I watched the distance between he and I grow lesser by the second.

‘You were walking toward me and you stopped, why?’ he asked as I suddenly felt my blood rush hot with nerves. I learned that I very quickly seize up when I’m not certain how to respond.

‘I wanted to speak to you, but I figured that you didn’t care,’ I said slowly, my hands feeling increasingly sweatier with each word. He continued to look at me as I stood there, trying to pay more attention to the food in my hand than the reality of him staring at me.

‘Well I care, amazingly,’ came his words as I moved down the table grabbing a prawn from the bowl. ‘I know I haven’t been around very often, and I’m sorry. I tried being around but I eventually found things too hard; I considered having you murdered just so things would be easier, but I decided that wouldn’t be professional.’

I chewed slowly, choosing to stare at the pocket chief that sat in the breast of his blazer. I suddenly felt awkward.

‘Well, that’s why I have been around less. I figured you mightn’t want to see me around at all, so I thought that it would be best to stay out of your way. I really don’t know why I’m even here at the moment, to tell you the truth. I didn’t expect you to be here, I suppose,’ I hurriedly said, my hands shaking more by the second.

‘I spoke to people about it, you know,’ he started as he too reached over for a prawn and placed it in his mouth.

‘Oh. Who did you tell?’ I asked, wondering if I knew anyone that he has spoken to. It didn’t matter much if it were anyone I knew, but I was just as curious all the same.

‘Yes, one of your good friends, actually,’ he responded, wiping his hands on his jacket and nodding over toward a firmly built man with short brown hair. I recognised the person that very second.

‘Ah, shit,’ I subconsciously blurted out as I realised what this meant. I made a mental note to remove that person from any form of list that I had ever placed him on. There goes another friend.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, trying his best to look apologetic, ‘but I had to talk to someone about it. I know you’re not thrilled about it, either.’ “Not thrilled” was an understatement. This wouldn’t be the first time that I had lost a close friend due to the misconstrued words of another person.

I made effort to remind myself that this most likely wouldn’t be the last time as I stood there remembering previous times I had a friend leave because of someone else. Staring off into “space”, my memory recalled a time when several friends turned their back on me because I didn’t believe someone.

My memory selected another time, as I was forced to recall a moment where a close friend decided to stop talking to me because of the words of another person. Their fuelled anger being relinquished on me with bitter, hateful words; they chose to listen to the other person without choosing to speak to me, the accused one, about the actual situation.

Almost ten minutes had passed, although it seemed much less that that, before he started clicking his fingers in front of my face in attempt to get my attention. ‘Oh well, its fine,’ I lied as I turned my attention back to the table of food.

Here’s a quick, time-wasting list of things people have used in searches, only to find themselves on my blog instead. Ah, the joys of search engines like MSN and Google.

1. Sky Lopez without makeup
2. Smashed testicals
3. Bottomless Pit
4. Mr. Parrow
5. Kojo Baffoe
6. Vittra
7. Vittrae

Seeing as we’re on the topic of searching for things on search engines, try doing things in Google. For instance, search for what you need on Google; an example, “Vittra needs” would be my search string (or my actual name, had I bothered). Weed through the first page of results (or as many pages as you wish) and mention all the sentences containing those two words. Ah, you’ve got to love mind-numbing posts such as these.

By the way, who the hell is Sky Lopez? I would have thought Tiffany Fallon* or Krista Kelly** would get more direction to my blog than Sky Lopez. Well, I don’t know why those two would attract more attention, seeing as I’ve never mentioned them before; oh well, I guess that they will now.

*Playmate Miss December 2004 and Playmate of the Year 2005
**Playmate Miss April, 2004

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Edit: It seems that search strings are getting even more amusing. I found people coming to my blog today with even more off-topic searches and I wad compelled to edit this entry and inform you, my dear readers, about just how some of you are finding me. So, as of the 18th October 2005, here are some more searches people have made and found themselves here:

1. Teens pretty buttom older dick
2. Bottomless
3. Daniel Morcomb
4. Face front side
5. What do small ringlets look like?

I’m so pleased you’re all winding up here by such unrelated means. By the way, I am not associated with information about Daniel Morcombe, so you can stop searching. I already wrote an entry about him; that is enough and provides sources where you can read more or submit any information. I’m starting to wonder about the more “pornographic” styled searches that are leading here. Is this a subtle hint that I should stick my finger into the porn industry pie?