Darkness pressed upon me,
shattered then unmade.
Promises were not kept,
Wept, yes, before the fade.

They could not hold true,
were not cast by my light.
See poetry, layered meaning,
a tale meant to fright.

Friends see a smile,
they sit and chat awhile.
Dark ones come nearer
and then start to shiver.

Truth would know, I am a mirror
to all that come my way.

Bear McCreary (lead composer for the new Battlestar Galactica) was commissioned for the music.

This one really should be watched in fullscreen HD.

CXX : The Future of Hypnosis?

Host : "Welcome to today's episode of 'The Sleepy Eye', as we explore the edges of  the hypnofetish.  Today I am pleased to have an esteemed guest, Dr. Don Turna Back, Director of the Institute for Invasive Hypnosis.    Welcome, Don!"

Dr. Back :   "It's good to be Back.  Hahah."

(awkward pause)

Host : "Hahah!  Yes!  I get it!  Your sense of humor had me off balance for a moment there."

Dr. Back : "Could have been the start of an evil induction, eh?" (points at host with a grin)

Host : "Thankfully not.  I understand your researchers have been working on a new hypnosis technique?"

Dr. Back : "Indeed.  We call it 'sex' ."

Host : "How original.  I expect this to be the deadpan highlight of the year."

Dr. Back : "Actually, it's not just 'sex'.  It's 'sex' in Roman numerals : CXX.  In other words, one hundred and twenty.  Imagine that."

Host : "I don't quite understand what you are getting at."

Dr. Back : "Okay, I'm going to explain it in layman terms."  (Leans forward) 

Dr. Back : "Do you recall the day when the first 'tri-domme' recording was released?"

Host : "I don't believe anyone can forget 'Triple-Eye'."

Dr. Back : (nods)  "Three dommes, all wearing coordinating eye-patches, staring at you.  One to the left, one to the right, and one right above you, doing the nasty."

Host : (shudders) "It was something to behold.  Made the idea of 'left-right' recordings seem quaint."

Dr. Back : "Indeed.  Of course, then we were off to the races in a way that would make Gillette proud.  Quad-domme recordings.  Quintets.  On and on .. "

Host : "I see.  Yes.  So this CXX .. "

Dr. Back : "Our researchers said 'Fuck it!  We're bypassing all of them, and going straight to 120 dommes."

Host:  "Wow!  How the hell can that work?"

Dr. Back : "I'll try to explain this in a way anyone can understand.  We ask our listeners to imagine two old-style clocks.  Each domme is positioned on a minute on one of the clocks.  Eventually, the listener perceives clock hands spinning in opposite directions."

Host : "What will that do to the listener?"

Dr. Back : "Make them googly-eyed, basically.  And hopefully make them forget they are being gang-banged."

Host : "Who would want to forget that?"

Dr. Back : "I dare you to find 120 hypnotists without one blurting out an unfortunate suggestion when it's their turn."

Host : "I see your point.  Sounds kind of risky."

Dr. Back : "It is.  But you can't advance the hypno-fetish without pushing boundaries."

Host : "Well put.  Do you have a return policy if someone finds it too much to handle?"

Dr. Back : "Sure, if they remember they paid us." 

(silent pause)

Host : "Sounds shady." 

Dr. Back :   "The Institute for Invasive Hypnosis spends more on research than everyone else combined.  We've earned our compensation."

Host : "Uh, sure.  Well, thank you for taking the time to visit."

Dr. Back : "No problem."

Host : "So there you have it.  CXX.  Love it or hate it, the future is here today."

Note: This was first published on my Snapville (RIP) blog

As a software developer, I am a proponent of the agile manifesto . The simplicity and structure of this declaration appeals to me, as it provides loose guidelines for focus on what is more important professionally. In the same spirit, I thought about a personal manifesto for interactions. It is my own, and no one has to agree.

Over time, I have come to prefer ...

Private respect over public reverence in my way of thinking, there is ideally no competition among individuals for the attention of another. Respect may show itself in many forms, but there is no need for performance in front of others. I do not seek flattery to gain my attention, nor do I expect others to look for that from me.

Individual over group identity I do not identify as being part of any group. Inclusion invites the possibility of exclusion (cliques suck). I can socialize well with others, however peer group dynamics do not appeal to me. I am unique, and do not wish to be seen as one of X, Y, or Z.

Familiarity over mystery I am not looking for anything vastly new or different from what I know. I can accept and at times even embrace forms of novelty, however I would prefer a sense of familiarity with another, even if that means that it is less likely that I will experience something dramatically different.

Changes via experiences over experiences via change Other than lowering my stress levels, right now I don't see anything about myself that I would want to change in a significant way. I find it intriguing that personal perceptions can change over time, and I would rather it be a natural progression of personal growth and discovery. I don't want someone to come in with the idea that they are to change me. Honestly, I am not interested in changing others in a lasting way, either. Perhaps there is learning that needs to take place about ourselves, and if there is learning with me on either side of the watch, that's great.

Learning over knowing I'd like to go into interactions with the idea that we are learning about others and ourselves, and not assume that we already know.

Looseness over strictness There certainly will be talks about limits, because I think that communication is important for the health of the individuals involved. However, I do not believe in crossing off every 'T' and dotting every 'I'. I would rather spend more time focusing on creative possibilities than planning, knowing that people with good intentions will always work to correct mistakes.

Actions over words people can say anything they want, but it is what they do that matters.

Now over then Today matters more than the past, so long as we know what lessons to carry forward.

Now over tomorrow If we are preoccupied with the future, we may forget to make a step forward today. This does not mean that we fail to plan for the future, but we must recognize that we cannot anticipate everything. If we are not happy now, something may need to change, even if that means giving up a promise that might have been fulfilled tomorrow.

Facets over truth People can be complex, and maybe they shouldn't be pegged so often. Diamond in the rough, cubic zirconia, topaz, ruby. Better to be colorful than black ink on a white page.

Trust over talent The most talented hypnotist in the world cannot make a difference if their intent is unclear, and there are reasons for misgivings. I wouldn't expect someone to trust me overnight, either.

My one inner voice over your many outer voices If you bring 'The Crazy', my inner voice takes precedence. Be prepared for a response.

A few friends over many strangers I would rather get to know a few people that I can truly call friends, than meet many people whom I know little about.

Do you have a manifesto or believe that you could write one? What would it say about you?

This morning I went back through my hypnosis MP3 collection to free myself.  There were still files there that shouldn't have ever been.  Even if they were beautiful and thoughtful in some way that others could appreciate, they weren't right for me, so I had to remove them.  I had this nagging sense of needing to do this when I remarked to a friend that I had XXX (big number of) files.  She seemed surprised, and I was somewhat surprised too.  I had already deleted a handful now and then over the past year or two.  Clearly, I needed to do more culling.

One minute.  It's all the time I needed to know a session couldn't be present anymore.  Many had submissive themes presented in a way which collide head-on with my sense of self.  A series of imperative snaps meant one session had to go.   A too-confident directive was the end of another.  Let's just say I'm fortunate not to be someone who has to worry about dropping just listening for a minute.  :-)

For me, declarative days are over.  I have my independence.   What remains in my audio collection fits me, right now.  It may change again, as my sense of direction changes.  I'll end this with a brief bit of advice.  If you produce content, and consider someone a friend, please be gentle when pushing them to listen.  More is not always better, and people not only need room to think and feel what's right to them, but they need to believe they have the ability to say 'no'.  Loving is accepting that they cannot be everything you thought they might be, because they can only be who they are, and that's all there is to love.

For those who are stateside, Happy Independence Day!

 

This is truly amazing.  The city lights are hiding what we should be seeing.  I'd like to get that far away sometime just to see what the view is like.

 

If trance was lethal
the morgues would be filled

Bodies stacked high,
blank eyes, thoughts stilled

A final scrawl is found
of a spiral on a page

The pencil lead snapped
descendance of the cage

The first who found it
held the paper on high

Stared a moment too long
fell, the next to die

An assassin does approach
with a gesture or a word

Which is it?
Snap, your vision is blurred

Forever down you go
may you rest in peace

The hypnotist moves on
past the mentally deceased

Are we still enough to notice subtle hypnotic traces where we might otherwise miss them?  Can we still wonder if there will be inspiration from other places, where the otherwise quiet poet silences the mind with awe? 

Growing is Forever from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.

For anyone who has ever felt a need to renew themselves, again.

Rise Again

I looked up
from baked sands

Scorched obsidian by those
internal molten fires

An empty boat anchored off shore
Reminded me of coldest waters

Thinking of the day's heat,
my feet ached from the burn

No Captain plotted this course
No Sirens tempted me

For many days I stood there
on the blackest rock

Watching the sun
ascend and fall

I shouted to the heavens
And "Rise Again!" echoed back to me

Strange how the Earth moves,
me and the moon both anchored to it

At that thought,
I jumped back into coldest waters

And my hands gripped that hull
to set sail once more

I had scarcely been in chat in the weeks prior, and after only an hour, I was already primed to do something.  I must have been in some kind of mood.   Amidst the other chatroom conversation threads, the tranceslut whining never abated.  Please...

TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:04:01 PM): Is he asking for a specific type of trance .. ?
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:04:10 PM): Wondering how to bait
A Domme (5/20/2010 11:04:14 PM): nope
A Domme(5/20/2010 11:04:15 PM): anything
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:04:36 PM): I think there ought to be a bait and switch
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:04:46 PM): Like there's a glamorous evening, with a limo showing up
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:04:56 PM): And he / she is in a gown
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:05:02 PM): And feeling rather stiff and blank
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:05:09 PM): And then the *real* vehicle shows up
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:05:09 PM): ahhaha

A limo ride worked as a theme.  The tranceslut was all dressed up and ready to go somewhere, with black satin opera gloves.  

A Domme(5/20/2010 11:05:20 PM): LOL
A Domme(5/20/2010 11:05:24 PM): AWESOME
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:05:31 PM): Yeah, I want to do it
A Domme(5/20/2010 11:05:36 PM): do it now

Yes, ma'am!  One devilish trance, coming right up.  First, I needed the "victim's" attention.   They were in a feminine mindset, so I led with an attention marker.  Something like this...

"MMMmmmmmm .. I like the idea of trancing.  So slutty." 

I wanted them to have that phrase running through their mind.  "MMMMmmmmmm" is the sound they wanted to hear.  It started building leverage, using their desperation.  I mentioned I was willing to do a text trance.

"It needs to be voice."

There was no way I was going to do voice that night.  I'm busy, I don't trance others that much, and text is more forgiving, allowing for careful pacing and editing to remove any 'blips'.   I also am terrible at hiding emotions.  Laughter would have been tough to fight that night.  Besides, off the mic, I would be able to coordinate with others in realtime, without the giveaway clatter of keys.  I was firm, however.  The voice requirement dropped.

After the trance was agreed to, there was time to prepare.  The tranceslut went on a smoke break and went off to accessorize for the occasion!  After they came back, I pinged a second domme that was hovering about.

TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 11:37:18 PM): ok, I need a second pair of eyes to watch for signs of trance

She agreed.  Soon enough, the induction was under way.  Before long, the subject was sitting in front of the webcam, arms levitated with those opera gloves on, with metal handcuffs on.  In their mind, they were in front of the limo, its doors open, feeling the pull of a mysterious force tugging them towards what promised to be an exciting adventure.  I popped a question to the domme watching over the trance.

TheMicksterMonster (5/21/2010 12:05:20 AM): should the compactor show up now? LOL
Domme 2  (5/21/2010 12:05:54 AM): let me go for this

Omw, it's a two-fer!  The domme started laying in some more deepening suggestions, in preparation for  the "vehicle exchange".
TheMicksterMonster (5/21/2010 12:06:03 AM): Are you going to do it?

No answer.
TheMicksterMonster (5/21/2010 12:06:50 AM): I'm going to go for it

It turned out to be more dramatic than I had first imagined.  The luxury transport vehicle was already there, so it would be sort of anti-climatic to have it drive off and have a noisy trash compactor pull up. 

The trancesluts' arms by now were fully outstretched, their body leaning forward, pulled by the invisible force.  Then it happened: the limo morphed in place into a trash compactor, and the sub suddenly found themselves in a new reality, being lifted by metal arms.  The irrisistible force increased, and with the forward tilt of their body, the truck began sucking  obsessive trance desires from the trancesluts' mind.  One by one, those thoughts tumbled out, and the sub had to watch them being crunched in the compactor.   The arms shook them one more time, and set them down on the ground.  The tranceslut was slumped back in their chair.
I glanced up briefly at the guest list.  There were fifteen people in attendance, and it appeared that there was much amusement from the spectacle .   I continued with suggestions   that their obsessive desires for trance were hauled away in the truck, moving on down the street.  An IM from the domme warned me that there appeared to be signs of a mental struggle going on.  Their mind did not want to really let go of their obsession.  Oh really?    :-)

I suggested that letting go of their resistance would allow pleasures to grow within them.  Moments later, the trance broke!  As the surprise Evil Tist of the evening, I waited for a reaction.  The hypnoslut just yawned and looked about nonchalantly. They liked it ??? LOL, I swear, trancesluts come from another planet, where the only things harmful to their existence are a lack of trance.  (In any case, before calling it a night I checked to make sure there were no residual suggestive effects, and that they were alright)

The next day ...

Domme 2 (5/21/2010 7:37:13 PM): they're at {site name} right now and have been begging all day

(Cue the Wah wah sound)

TheMicksterMonster (5/21/2010 7:37:18 PM): I'm too nice to do something bad enough to make them quit, and really, not motivated enough to change behavior .. not my thing

I could have been a legend, an Evil Tist.  Now, humbled by a Class 3 Hypnoslut, I listen casually to bedtime recordings or perform more casual duties, like polishing gold watches or making sure popcorn stocks are full on Drama Nights.   At least, until the next flight ...


 

Folks like myself cannot sit around too long, waiting.  I've been in that position , waiting in a chatroom for something, or someone.  I can't do that for long.   Sooner or later, I'm bound to stir things up for my own entertainment.  No, I'm not a dom.  I haven't been subbing, either.  I'm the one in the background quietly laughing along with friends (dommes, switches, subs, alike)  in chat at a site, poking fun at those who wander in while taking themselves way too seriously.  'Oh no, Mr. Uber Dom just showed up'.  <grin> Those ilk are a dime a dozen.   

A *serious* tranceslut, on the other hand, can be a chatroom menace few want to reckon with.  Oh, they look innocent.  Please.   Yes they do.  Please trance me.  They remind me of my cats waiting for feeding time.  Just one little trance, and I'll leave, I promise.
Negotiations with hypnosluts inevitably fail.  Dominants may try.  "No, I'm not going to be trancing you."  Without fail, the hypnoslut will chime in again when the next promising individual enters chat. Hello.. sir?  I'm willing to do anything you ask. 

Subs are even worse at the negotiating table.  "Can't you see that you are being rude, and no one is interested in trancing you right now?"  I sighed at my desk.  I was getting restless.  A bored, irritated Helix is a bad Helix.   I felt a compulsion to run an idea by a domme for some evening entertainment.

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TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 10:58:29 PM): Should I mention the garbage dumpster trance?
A Domme  (5/20/2010 10:58:39 PM): I don't know that one
TheMicksterMonster (5/20/2010 10:59:21 PM): It's the one where someone imagines their arms are stiff and regid by their sides, like little handles, and they wait for the truck to pull up in front, gently lifted until the contents of their mind are tipped over into the compactor.hahah
A Domme  (5/20/2010 10:59:56 PM): LMAO
A Domme  (5/20/2010 10:59:57 PM): do it
A Domme  (5/20/2010 11:00:00 PM): I dare you
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This is how bad ideas get set into motion. 
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(Cue "Mission Not Quite Impossible" music) The mission breakdown :  A crossdressing tranceslut has been haunting a public chatroom for two weeks straight.  Chatroom regulars are at wits end, and the latest round of 'negotiations' have broken down once again.  You must attract the attention of the tranceslut, and get them to agree to a trance.  No, that's the easy part.  What you must do to succeed at this mission is to deliver a trance which somehow loses that 'rewarding' feeling, and by the end of it really has no discernable redeeming value.  Your domme friend and the others are not going to be amused if you fail and reward the tranceslut.  You heard her.  Do it !   I dare you.   :-)

(to be continued)
 

I revel in fantasies of creation and destruction.  There is the slow but steady work of hypnotic builders, leading to more of what I want in love and friendship.  There are also visions of prolific destruction of power structures not to my liking.  In the middle these forces meet to form MC.  The growth of ideas, once planted, slowly destroy the will of the infected.

For some, this kind of bizarre merger is erotic.  For others like myself, I suspect it is a rather amusing and fitting end to the mental freedom of the type of people we don't like... LOL.

Really, hypnosis is only erotic to me on the light side, where there is love, friendship, and trust.  Once it goes dark, in my mind the tables turn, and someone else is in the hot seat instead.  Believe me, from the third person, I may still watch and be both shocked and delighted by another's "destruction".

For all that I profess to like about the sensual in hypnosis, there is the side of me that loves the opposite.  I just need to set it to a totally inappropriate soundtrack that helps to reminds myself that, as awful as the dark fantasy is, it really is just a twisted way of relieving tension.

Sort of like this ... :-)

A tale with something at the end.

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Once upon a time, in an outstanding Appalachian community, there was an outstanding high school.
And within those old outstanding brick walls there grew an outstanding legend:  that of the stair drunkard.

As you can imagine, this tale began not with the hushed whispers of awe, but with a laugh.
"Yes, there's this guy .. the stair drunkard, you see."

"Ah yeah, right," I probably replied.  Too many years have passed for me to get the words right, and I know I am being slightly dramatic here in my presentation, but the truth is this really happened, and the conversation was something like that.

"No, really, there is a guy who gets drunk, and stumbles down the stairs in the morning."

"Sure."  Some legends have to be seen.  And I saw him.

One morning, at about a quarter 'til eight, a tense crowd gathered down the hall a short distance from me.  I had just stepped out of a classroom.  Curious, I stepped forward a little ways; close enough to hear the arguing.  Close enough to see the fists fly.  Close enough to see the legend's appearance.

He did not merely stumble down the stairs.  Oh no.  He fell at the most devastating moment in the fight.. the one where one gentleman in that fight had just picked up a galvanized steel trash can, preparing to bash the other in the head.

And the back of that gentleman is where the drunkard fell.  I seen it... he stumbled right down those steps, fell forward, into his back, sending the trash can flying forward through the window of the high school hallway with a resounding crash.

The thick southern accent of the freshman science teacher / PE coach echoed.  "What .. tha .. hell.. is .. goin' on!   YOU, COME HERE!!!!!"

And I'll be darned.. that stair drunkard found the means to run.  Who knows how far he ran.  He's out there somewhere, ready to stumble into another page in history.

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The hall fight was remarkable in of itself, but would it have been so memorable if someone had not told a tale of a clumsy guy always falling down stairs a few days prior?   I'm still holding onto a silly legend because of amateur storytelling.   Here, in the hypno-fetish, there are a few better than amateur storytellers that like stirring things up. 

Look around you and see what fabrications there are every day.  Oooh, so and so supposedly did this wicked (far-fetched) suggestion and blah blah happened.  There's the skeptical mind that reasons that it's unlikely, and then there's the legend feeder brain apparatus that wants to take that in, and link with other "corroborating evidence" that proves that something evil is indeed afoot.  Break out the pitchforks!

Truth is, if you open your eyes, you see that fiction gets people pretty far, where people might not see through things so quickly.  People think they can run on tales forever, and in a way, they can, until the curtains are thrown back.  Real is real.  Legends are for storytellers and suckers.  Maybe you'll see a trash can improbably fly through the air at an unexpected moment.  It doesn't make it all magical.  You just wish it were, right?

Yeah, I wished so too, once upon a time. Ghosts scream in the night, hiding from sunlight, hoping not to be seen for what they are, while unanchored dreams twist in the wind.  Figments of imagination, all of it.

Show me real, show me different, prove me wrong.  You can't do it.

I find it strange that most people in hypnosis communities never share their dreams.  We focus so intently on the mind, and within our minds are the patterns that shape our behaviors. A window into our dreams makes us a little more vulnerable, because we show others a little bit more of ourselves. By going further and analyzing our dreams, we open ourselves yet again by providing others a glimpse of the filter through which we view our own dreams.

I doubt that most people are thinking about their own personal vulnerability when they do not share their dreams. Perhaps they believe that their dreams are not worth sharing, or they think that doing so might be considered vain.  It's not vanity, if you are sharing with intent to include others in your circle of communications, and listen to them as well.

Even as I write this I think to myself, 'You know all too well that if other people share their dreams, you might stumble across something which upsets you."   Yes, there have been times where I have been jealous of other people's dreams - not even their reality, just their dreams! Why is that?   I think dreams are a window into a person's soul, and I saw something in their personal character which I wanted for myself.  They had a trusting soul, open to things to which my mind was closed.

I used to think that I had an open mind, but really I have a gated mind, wary of strange things and people who throw off certain vibes.  I also do not passively accept; I react and lash out when I am confronted in certain ways by people or ideas which do not naturally mesh with my own.  The other night, I had a dream which laid this out in such a clear way...

I was at a social gathering, and there were two hypnotists.  I knew one of them, and I knew there was going to be trouble the moment I saw her.  She had not done anything at the party yet, but I have a long memory, and I knew we were going to fight in a most horrific way.  The problem is that she is cocky, except when she intentionally pretends not to be, just to throw the other person off their guard.  I, being the owner of this dream, know she is devious, even if others do not perceive it. I know that once she switches from her human persona into that of the hypnotist , she begins to look at other people as a form of prey, and if I am prey, I am a most horrific kind of prey.  In my dream, my mind has already begun preparing counter defenses, offenses, you name it.   

Thankfully, while I was preoccupied with how the staredown would begin, the other hypnotist stepped into view, and did not give me a chance to fight.  She very simply dropped me with an instant induction, and then guided me out of the room, where there was a little time for private exploration.  She must've known that I did not want to be paraded around in front of others, humiliated in any way, or perceive in any way that I had been taken advantage of.  In a back area, there was a small table with a lit candle. My hand in hers, she led me to the table, gently lifted my hand up to the flame, and slowly moved it about the heat.  I should have felt pain, but did not, and I dimly recognized that there must have been a suggestion that I could not remember.

People in these communities generally expect there to always be an erotic connection with hypnosis, but what I saw in this dream had nothing to do with sex.  It was simple wonder at how it might be possible to experience the world in a little different way .  My mind had filtered out so much which permeates our fetish culture, yet I still find wonder in it.  The mistake indeed would be comparing it to other's dreams.  I should be glad I had it.

I am now the de facto leader of the Odd Ducks, a faction of the Hypno-Fetish which has splintered off from the flock, just to be different. To be a member, you must :

- Wake up one day and realize you're odder than you ever imagined

- Be cool with it

- Tell other people why you belong

Don't worry, although I'm likely odder than you (excluding Abba), I'm certified 90% sane, which is above the median for founders of rebellions. That 10% may be a scary thought, until you realize you need a little crazy to fight more crazy.

My first hypnosis subject was my mother when I was 9, and I tried triggering her to avoid a spanking, which did not work. This does not make me Dom, but it does make people around here suspicious. :-)

I have had anxiety issues for much of my life, including panic attacks. It's no laughing matter, really. In the midst of a nasty depression after a series of specific life events, I hunkered down, trying to find personal comfort and safety in hypnosis near the wicked, thought I found it, got depressed again and then 'woke up' and scared myself. One of the more wicked didn't like me returning, and took a good whack at me. It's somewhat embarrassing, but I don't give a shit anymore about hiding it. Along the way, I found several good friends, and am grateful to them.

The whole matter did make me realize that I forgot to tell people that, in addition to anxiety issues, I ALSO, paradoxically, have a life-long habit of standing up to bullies (starting when I was .. oh, coincidentally, 9, when I punched a kid twice my size in the gut for picking on a girl on the playground). We all learn about each other under interesting circumstances, don't we?

PS Alright I confess, several months ago, I tranced a hypnoslut once in the Inraptured chatroom, and I have no regrets. It was a slow day, they were looking for a little fun and I did a bit of arm levitation and such, with a pinch of arousal for spice. I would have stopped had there been objections in the chatroom, but people seemed to enjoy it. Don't worry - I'm not a purist at heart, but I'll respect the rules. A rebel, but still a member rebel. Which, now that I think about it, makes me sort of odd. :-)

For those who serve and have served our country, so we may dream of soaring ... thank you.

Public Service Announcement

When someone says to let your mind drift and imagine *anything* that relaxes you, please do not take them literally.  If you think of disco dancing, you'll be scarred for life.  LOL.

PS Love Erin Gray.  Beautiful, as always.
 

Thought some might like this...

she moves like a mystic
like a priestess tall and pale
she lays down the mystery
all her secrets are unveiled

wherever I look I see her there
wherever I go you know she's there

and she takes posession she has control
next to you I can touch the fire
and when the fever takes a hold
next to you I can touch the fire

her words fall in echos
ringing bells like gypsy rhymes
she has the power
no believer can explain ...