12/06/2022  Santa's Home & Workshop Santa's Home & Workshop The North Pole is the point in the Northern Hemisphere where the Earth’s axis of rotation meets its surface. It is the northernmost point on the Earth, lying diametrically opposite the South Pole and defines geodetic latitude 90° North, as well as the direction of true north. At the North Pole, all directions point south; all lines of longitude converge there, so its longitude can be defined as any degree value. Along tight latitude circles, counterclockwise is east and clockwise is west. The North Pole is at the center of the Northern Hemisphere. While the South Pole lies on a continental land mass, the North Pole is located in the middle of the Arctic Ocean amid waters that are almost permanently covered with constantly shifting sea ice.This, of course, aids in keeping the location of Santa’s home and workshop a secret. According to Canada Post, the North Pole lies within Canadian jurisdiction in postal code H0H 0H0 (translating to “ho ho ho”, Santa’s famous greeting, although postal codes starting with H are usually reserved for the island of Montreal in Québec). On December 23, 2008, Jason Kenney, Canada’s minister of Citizenship, Immigration and Multiculturalism, formally awarded Canadian citizenship status to Santa Claus. “The Government of Canada wishes Santa the very best in his Christmas Eve duties and wants to let him know that, as a Canadian citizen, he has the automatic right to re-enter Canada once his trip around the world is complete,” Kenney said in an official statement. There is also a city named North Pole in Alaska where a tourist attraction known as the “Santa Claus House” has been established. The United States Postal Service uses the city’s ZIP code of 99705 as their advertised postal code for Santa Claus. A Wendy’s fast food restaurant in North Pole, Alaska, has also claimed to have a “sleigh fly through”, in addition to it’s regular drive-through window for regular customers. The association of Santa Claus with the North Pole reflects an age-old esoteric mythology of Hyperborea that posits the North Pole, the otherworldly world-axis, as the abode of God and superhuman beings. The popular figure of the pole-dwelling Santa Claus thus functions as an archetype of spiritual purity and transcendence. Each Nordic country, however, claims Santa’s residence to be within their territory. Norway claims he lives in Drøbak. In Denmark, he is said to live in Greenland (near Uummannaq). In Sweden, the town of Mora has a theme park named Tomteland. The national postal terminal in Tomteboda in Stockholm receives children’s letters for Santa. In Finland, Korvatunturi has long been known as Santa’s home, and two theme parks, Santa Claus Village and Santa Park are located near Rovaniemi. In Belarus there is a home of Ded Moroz in Belovezhskaya Pushcha National Park. The area traditionally inhabited by the Sami people — called Sápmi — is located in Northern Europe and includes the northern parts of the Fennoscandian Peninsula. The region stretches over four countries: Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Russia. On the north it is bounded by the Barents Sea, on the west by the Norwegian Sea and on the east by the White Sea. Despite being the namesake of the region, the Sami people are estimated to only make up around 5% of its total population. No political organization advocates secession, although several groups desire more territorial autonomy and/or more self-determination for the region’s indigenous population. The area is often referred to in English as Lapland, but this is erroneous since Lapland is more precisely the interior parts of Swedish Sápmi, and Finnish Sápmi. The Norwegian and Russian parts of Sápmi are not part of Lapland. Many Sámis oppose the use of the name Lapland, as it is considered derogatory and is not the name that Sámis have used. In the 20th century, it became common during December in large shops or department stores to have a “cavern” in which Santa Claus would appear to give gifts to children. Grottos can be large walk-through fantasy cavern-like areas incorporating animatronic characters such as elves and pantomime characters. This tradition started in Britain in 1879 and then extended in the 1890s to Australian and American department stores seeking to attract customers. The world’s first Christmas grotto was in Lewis’s Bon Marche Department Store in Liverpool, England. The grotto was opened in 1879, entitled “Christmas Fairyland”. A staple of Liverpool’s festive season, many generations first visited Father Christmas here, with the final displays covering over 10,000 square feet (930 m²). The Grotto has now moved to Rapid Hardware’s store in the former George Henry Lee (John Lewis) building. Shopping malls have also setup interactive exhibits. In Adelaide, South Australia, the first “Magic Cave” was set up in 1896 at the John Martin’s department store on Rundle Street. An annual store-sponsored parade, Adelaide Christmas Pageant, was initiated in 1933 during which Father Christmas was conducted to the Magic Cave to formally herald the holiday season. Since the closure of John Martin’s, the David Jones stores, have continued the tradition of the Magic Cave but no where near to the extent John Martin’s did, in Adelaide as well as in other Australian capitals while the annual South Australia parade marked its 75th anniversary in 2007. Department stores and shopping centers in the United Kingdom still host Santa’s Grottoes. It is traditional that the children receive a toy from Father Christmas upon visiting his Grotto be it in a shopping mall or a little garden center. Grottoes are sometimes free and sometimes they charge parents to let their kids see Santa and receive a surprise gift. In the United States, department stores and shopping centers sponsor Santa Claus appearances in a designated area, usually decorated with a huge Christmas tree. Santa is usually accompanied by one or two attractive female elves (called “Santies” where I live in Thailand now). As explained by my father when I was a young child, the real Santa is much too busy at the North Pole finishing making toys and checking lists to make the appearances himself. Thus, he selects “authorized agents” to travel to the malls in his stead. My father always made sure to point out the occasional “unauthorized agents” to my sister and I. A themed attraction in Santa Claus, Indiana, named Santa’s Candy Castle emulates the traditional depiction of Santa’s workshop. There is also a Santa’s Workshop amusement park in North Pole, New York. The world’s oldest theme park, Holiday World & Splashin’ Safari was known as “Santa Claus Land” prior to 1984 and is in Santa Claus, Indiana as well. https://tinyurl.com/rpzm5nw6 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/06/2022  The Adult Toy Workshop The Adult Toy Workshop Sarah stared blankly into her refrigerator. Her mind drifted until the cold air permeated her sweatshirt, reminding her what she was doing. She grabbed the tube of cookie dough and shut the refrigerator door. Slicing the tube open with a knife, she peeled the wrapper back and took a large bite of the dough. She looked out the window to the outside courtyard, decorated in colorful Christmas lights. "Merry fucking Christmas," she muttered under her breath. It was Christmas Eve 2020 and Sarah couldn't help but think of what she had been doing last year at this time. She had been celebrating with her parents, two sisters, their husbands and kids. It had been the first Christmas since breaking up with her boyfriend of five years. Although she was surrounded by family, she had never felt more alone. Sarah couldn't help but laugh at how naive she had been. The loneliness she felt last year was nothing compared to the months of isolation that followed. She never could have imagined that she would miss an entire year of holidays, birthdays and family gatherings. Of course, she had been lucky compared to others. She was able to work from home and so far her loved ones had been safe. But the pandemic had still taken its toll on her. The resolve she felt in the beginning slowly faded as it was consumed by depression and frustration. It had been almost a year since she was even in the same room as her family, let alone hugged one of them. Sarah took another bite of her cookie dough, set it on the counter and then wandered into her bedroom. She slid her yoga pants off, leaving them around her ankles and grabbed a small vibrator and tube of lubricant off the nightstand. Crawling into bed she squirt a small drop of lube onto her clit. She turned on the vibrator and stroked it over her sex, slowly rocking her hips. The steady hum of the vibrator soothed her, as pleasurable sensations radiated from the pulsing toy through her lower body. Her breathing accelerated, back arched and Sarah began to moan. As she felt her climax approaching the hum began to slow. The pulsing stopped and so did the pleasure. The vibrator had died. "Of course," Sarah whined. She laid in bed exacerbated for a few minutes trying to decide what to do next. Slowly she climbed out of bed, pulled up her yoga pants and began rifling through her drawer, finally pulling out a charger and plugging in the vibrator. The effort it took just to do such a simple task felt exhausting. Sarah fought the urge to collapse onto the floor, "What else can I do while this damn thing charges?" she wondered. She checked the time on her phone. "8:36...I guess we better go for a walk before it gets too late." After getting dressed in her winter gear and mask she approached the front door of her apartment and instinctively reached for Bear's leash. As her fingers wrapped around the smooth nylon they quickly released and her hand fell to a ceramic paw impression on the side table below. She stroked the print, staring at the urn behind it. "I miss you big Bear," she whispered. Overwhelming pain hit Sarah as she remembered that Bear was gone. She had put him down just a week before. Sarah moped back towards the kitchen, picking up the tube of cookie dough and taking another bite. She threw herself onto the couch, hanging her head. Thinking about her last moments with him she began to sob. The last kiss she had ever given him had to be through a surgical mask. Looking up, through tears her eyes focused on Bear's stocking hanging from the fireplace. Suddenly she remembered she had put a bag of Bear's favorite treats inside before he got sick. She had no use for them now. Sarah took another bite of cookie dough, trying to chase the sadness away. It wasn't working. "I should go to the bagel bush," she thought. As she stood up, she threw the cookie dough on the coffee table. She retrieved the bag of treats from Bear's stocking and headed out into the cold, dark night. As Sarah walked she ripped open the bag of treats. She stopped at a planter and placed a treat on the edge. Making her way through the city, she zigzagged through the streets leaving treats in flower pots, planters and bushes. Sarah wanted to make sure they were spaced out so as many dogs as possible could discover a special Christmas treat on their morning walks. Finally, Sarah arrived at the bagel bush. Bear had discovered the bush on their very first walk when she moved into her apartment three years ago. He discovered a bagel inside and from then on, he always insisted on walking past and searching the bush for hidden treats. After the first six months, it still didn't matter that no more bagels had ever materialized in the bush...he still had to check. So Sarah started bringing treats with her and throwing them in the bush to feed his love of the magical bagel bush. After his first seizure he was diagnosed with a brain tumor, so she started taking bits of his favorite human food for him instead. Sarah placed the last treat under the bagel bush. "I hope all the bushes are bagel bushes in heaven, sweet Bear," she whispered. The bagel bush grew in front of a large train station in the heart of downtown. Sarah peered through the window of the station. The historic building had always seemed so grand and glamorous with its art deco features, but now the building sat empty. The high ceilings looked ominous and the contrast of the white and black marble looked cold and harsh. A train whistle ratcheted through the thick silence that filled the air. Sarah was surprised trains were running this late on Christmas and she had never known any of them to have a whistle. She walked around the train station to investigate. A short train sat just outside the station with gleaming green lacquered paint and a brass roof. Sarah approached the train with intrigue. She had never seen a train like this before. A door swung open, revealing a luxurious interior. Sarah stepped inside to admire the intricate detail of the solid mahogany benches, which looked to be hand carved. She sat down and ran her hands over the deep red velvet that upholstered the seats. Brass accents adorned the walls and ceilings, offsetting the darkness of the benches and making the cabin feel light and cheerful. A sharp gust of wind blew the train door shut and the train lurched forward. Despite this, Sarah felt a sense of peace. The next train stop was just a few blocks away, so she planned to just get off there. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and her nose was filled with the aroma of cinnamon. Almost immediately, sleep overtook her. ************************************************************************************************************* "Welcome to the North Pole!" Sarah was startled awake by a high pitched voice. Standing in front of her were two men and one woman. "I'm Ginger Wonderland, President of Santa's Adult Toy Workshop!" The woman exclaimed, "This is Crusty Bells, our Chief Adult Toymaker. And this is James McJinglepants, our resident expert on human culture and sexuality." "What?" Sarah looked confused. All three of these people looked very strange. They were all under four feet tall. "I know this is probably very surprising, but let me explain." Ginger replied, "We're all elves, which means we are immune to the coronavirus. We have brought you here to the North Pole for the evening. See, you were at the top of Santa's nice list and we know what a hard year you've had so we thought we'd give you a special treat...you get to test out some of the new adult toys we've been developing! Now hurry up, this way to the workshop!" Ginger grabbed Sarah's hand and led her off the train into a spacious building. They walked through one of the many halls attached to the building. At the end of the hall were double doors that led into the adult toy workshop. The workshop was tastefully decorated in bright whites, dark reds, greens and golds. It was not like the childish looking elf workshops portrayed in the movies, but rather an understated and elegant design. A door swung open and out rushed another elf, "Oh my Santa! Is this our lady human!? Tinker, come quick! Our scrumptious little human is here!" Another elf came running through the open door, "Mmmm...look at her! She is a tasty little treat! But what are you wearing, little humanita!?" Sarah looked down at her sweatshirt, covered in cheeto stains, "Um...these are my pajamas I guess." "Well, we're going to polish you right up, like a shiny little Christmas ornament," the elf replied. He motioned for Sarah to come through the open door. "Step into our studio. We're going to get you all ready for your sexy night of fun." Sarah followed the two elves into the room, leaving the other three elves behind as the door shut behind them. "Now, my sloppy little Sarah, have a seat here," one of the elves motioned to a short, elf-sized chair. Sarah sat in the low chair, her knees almost coming to her chest. "So...I am Jangle Jinglehopper and this handsome hunk of gold over here is Tinker McTwinkle-VanTinkles." "Oh stop...but don't, you naughty little elf." Tinker chuckled. "We style the brightest stars here at the North Pole. So just relax and before you know it you'll be sultry Sarah!" Jangle and Tinker quickly went to work styling her hair, painting her nails and doing her make-up. "Oh...she's looking so good...like a mix between Holly Eggnogger and Miss Sassy Sugarlips!" "Or like a young Coco O'Mittens!" "Yes! And her luscious lips are giving me a Trixie Gumdrop vibe!" "Totally! With the sophistication of our favorite Cookie VanToot!" "Oh, I love Cookie! But I think Sarah needs her own little elf name! And I know just the one! But first you need to get dressed, my little humanette!" Tinker handed Sarah a red, see-through mini dress. "We'll wait for you in the workshop." "Thank you," Sarah replied as the two elves exited the room. She put the dress on and discovered it left her breasts exposed. There were no panties to go with it and it barely covered her cheeks. In the mirror Sarah was amazed to see that in less than two minutes Tinker and Jangle had completely transformed her. Her dark brown hair fell in loose waves down her back. Her nails were a glistening red. Sarah smiled. She had forgotten how empowering it felt to look so sexy. As she opened the door into the workshop she took one last look at herself in the mirror. "Presenting the North Pole's newest elf," Tinker shouted, "Miss Silverbell Sleigh!" "Yes! Because she can slay all day in that outfit!" Jangle snapped his fingers. "Ginger...can I please go to the Christmas party before they run out of gumdrop shots," Crusty grumbled. "Go ahead. James, do you think you can handle it from here?" Ginger asked. "Gladly," he replied, giving Sarah a smile. "Good bye, Miss Sleigh!" The other elves waved as they made their way out of the workshop. "Thank you!" Sarah waved. James grabbed her hand and led her to another room off the workshop. "How come you have a human name?" She asked. "My parents are huge Metallica fans, so they named me after the lead singer. My dad loves to listen to them while he works...calls himself the master of puppets." "Oh...does he make puppets?" "Nope...he's a terrible toymaker. He's actually Santa's head baker." Sarah giggled. "So did he ever sing you to sleep with Enter Sandman?" "Luckily, no." James laughed. "On the plus side, it comes in handy to have a human name since I spend most of the year in the human world learning about their culture. If you want to lay down, we can get started." Sarah laid down on a velvety green chaise. James climbed up and knelt next to her, carrying a glistening gold bag. "This is Santa's adult toy bag," he winked. James ran his fingers down Sarah's neck and traced the top of her collar bone, sweeping her hair to the side, revealing her breasts. Sarah looked up into James' eyes, noticing they were a brilliant shade of dark green she had never seen before. They reminded her of Christmas wreaths. James didn't seem to notice Sarah looking up at him as his eyes were fixed on her chest. He pulled two small, clear cylinders from the bag. He slowly traced circles around her left nipple, a grin growing on his face as it began to harden. Placing one of the clear cylinders on Sarah's erect nipple, he gingerly pulled a plunger on the end of the cylinder, causing her nipple to be gently drawn in. He repeated the process for Sarah's right nipple. The gentle pull on Sarah's nipples heightened her arousal. James flipped a tiny switch on each of the cylinders. The plungers began pulsing in and out, pulling and releasing her nipples. A soft, silicone nub on the end of the plunger began spinning, flicking her nipples. The sensation overwhelmed Sarah, causing her to breathe deeply. She watched as her chest heaved in and out, following the rhythm of the cylinders gently sucking her nipples. James spread open Sarah's legs, trailing his fingers up and down her inner thighs. He stroked her outer lips and then ran his fingers inside her slit. "We're just getting started and you're already wet? I may have to move you to Santa's naught list." He teased. James pulled a bottle from his bag. He squirt a clear liquid just above Sarah's clit and began to massage it around Sarah's sex. The liquid felt warm, making her pussy tingle. James retrieved a small vibrator from his bag. He turned it on to a low, constant vibration and began to trace it around Sarah's outer lips. Gradually he worked his way closer and closer to her clit. Sarah felt the anticipation growing in her pleasure button as he moved. James brushed her clit sporadically to tease her. James held up a large vibrator from his bag, "this one perfectly mimics fingering." He turned it on to show Sarah how a finger inside the soft, silicon shell swept out and down. He inserted the vibrator into her pussy, so the finger stroked her tender g-spot. Sarah moaned and her back arched. Her body was so absorbed in pleasurable sensations she didn't know where to focus. Occasionally James would let the small vibrator linger on her pleasure button and her mind became wholly wrapped in vibrations radiating through her clit and traveling deep inside her body. But then he'd pull back to her outer lips and she became blissfully aware of the caresses the large vabrator was delivering to her insides. Her pussy muscles pulsated around it, hungry for more. All the while her breasts felt heavy from the constant suckling of the cylinders. James pushed buttons on each of the vibrators, increasing the intensity of the small vibrator and the speed of the stroking, large vibrator. Sarah could feel her climax building. James continued to tease her clit. As external vibrations emanating from Sarah's pleasure button grew, they traveled deeper and deeper. The pulsing from inside Sarah's pussy radiated farther and farther outward. James turned the vibrator up again. The sensations from Sarah's clit and g-spot collided. The overlapping sensations sent her over the edge. Sarah threw her head back, screaming in the pleasure of her orgasm. James smiled down at Sarah as she caught her breath. "I've got one more toy left in the bag. It was actually the very first ever produced here in the adult toy workshop." James pulled a bundle of mistletoe from the bag and dangled it over his head. Sarah laughed and sat up to give him a kiss. "I know it's been a lonely year, but I don't think you'll have to be alone much longer." James stroked Sarah's face. ************************************************************************************************************* Sarah woke late the next morning curled up in her own bed. "That was a strange dream," she thought. Still, it had lifted her spirits. The sun shone bright through the sliding glass doors that led from her bedroom to her deck. The streets looked much more inviting in the daytime. Sarah replaced her yoga pants and cheeto stained sweatshirt with a festive Christmas sweater and jeans. She put on her winter gear and mask, determined to make the most of her Christmas day. As she exited her apartment she paused to trace her fingers over Bear's ceramic paw print. Sarah walked her usual route to the bagel bush, replaying in her mind some of her favorite memories of Bear. As she approached the bagel bush she saw the glimmer of a gold ribbon through the evergreen leaves. The tiny whimper of a puppy came from the bush. Sarah looked around for potential owners, but saw no one. "How did you get here and where are your humans!?" Sarah panicked as she scooped up the little puppy. She had silky soft brown hair with a black muzzle. A gold tag hung from the red ribbon around her neck. Sarah checked for the owner's contact information, only to discover that the address and phone number were her own. Flipping the tag over she read the inscription: "To: Silverbell Sleigh Love: Your Friends at the North Pole" Tears filled Sarah's eyes as she nuzzled the happy, little puppy. "You're a little ginger snap aren't you?" The puppy gave Sarah a little lick on her chin. "That's a cute puppy!" Sarah heard a man's voice over her. "Isn't she? Her name is Ginger!" "That's a great name." The man chuckled. "I'm James." Sarah looked up to see a tall, handsome man. Over his mask she saw a pair of familiar, bright green eyes that reminded her of Christmas wreaths. "Can I take you on a date sometime?" James asked. Leggy_Peach 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/21/2020  Here's What Happens In Your Brain When You Read Erotica, According To Science By Griffin Wynne Sep. 11, 2019 If you've always enjoyed reading sexy sagas, you may already know how turned on you can get just by turning a page. Reading about people getting down and dirty can be downright arousing. From steamy Game Of Thrones fan-fiction to the entire Fifty Shades series, erotic literature can be totally engrossing. And while reading these stories may make you feel all sorts of feelings, knowing what happens in your brain when you read erotica will make you completely rethink the phrase "mind over matter." Though your stuffy old English professors may turn up their noses at XXX-rated tales, studies have shown that reading erotica can have some serious mental health benefits. In a 2013 study by York University, participants who read romantic fiction were found to have higher empathy levels than participants who reported reading other types of fiction. According to mental health and sexuality educator Sarah Jane, reading sexy books or material that is supposed to be arousing can help you shift your stress or anxiety into positive emotions, like feeling excited and hot instead of feeling scared or overwhelmed. Shutterstock In a 2016 essay titled, "My Secret Weapon Against Stress and Anxiety," Jane writes, �You can interrupt your stress or anxiety with something that produces a similar physical response, like increased heart rate, but also provides you with more positive feelings. A few minutes before I pick up one of my favorite erotic novels, [my] racing heart is perceived as very scary. But once I start reading, it�s just arousal.� OK, using sexy media to combat all your stress may sound like a reach (I, for one, can tell you that my "U up?" mood is not the same as my, "I'm freaking out about a work deadline" mood). But hear me out: The connection between arousal and anxiety has some serious psychological backing. According to science, a subconscious phenomenon called the "Misattribution of Arousal" dictates that symptoms of anxiety or stress can feel similar to the stirrings of arousal (think: your heart going a million miles an hour or literally feeling hot and bothered). Because feeling sexy and feeling stressed provoke such similar chemical reactions, when humans are anxious, they may be able to channel their stress into sexiness. Hot, right? While "The Love Bridge" may sound like a cheesy erotic novel, the name actually comes from a psychological experiment from the '70s. Scientists Donald G. Dutton and Arthur P. Aron discovered that a group of single men were more likely to ask a woman out if they met her on a rickety bridge than on a stable one. The researchers also found that when put in a stressful situation, it's possible to reframe your feelings of anxiety into feelings of arousal. In fact, your brain will likely do it on its own. According to the 2015 Nielsen�s Romance Book Buyer Report, a whopping 85% of people who read romance novels identify as women. Additionally, a 2013 census from fan fiction hub, Archive of Our Own, reported that female-identifying readers made up 80% of the site's users. Erotica certainly isn't solely written for a female audience. So why are women and femmes so drawn to reading the sexy stuff? Emily Nagoski, sex educator and author of Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life, explained to CommonHealth that women and femmes tend to desire an emotional investment or context to experience arousal. While pornography or otherwise primarily visual sexual material can and does turn women and femmes on, Nagoski shares that certain types of visual porn can also provoke viewers to feel stressed, confused, and/or tempted to compare their bodies to the actors on screen. "Sex is most satisfying for most women when you�re in a context that is low stress, high trust, high affection, and explicitly erotic," Nagoski says. Through detailed, written descriptions, erotica has the potential to provide consumers with more of an emotional connection. It can even enable readers to envision their own sexual encounters in ways that are sexier and less stressful. "Of course, erotica isn�t a cure-all for anxiety, depression, or the residual effects of trauma," Kate Sloan, writer, and sex educator told Glamour. "But it�s freeing to think of it as a potential tool in an expansive toolbox that can be available to people who struggle with these issues." Though reading sexy material shouldn't be conflated with consulting a mental health professional, reaching for that erotic novel may help you to better process stress. Heck, it may even help you think about your own sex life in a more positive way. As my fourth-grade teacher would say, "Open a book, grow your mind." While viewing all types of sexy media has its merits, science says that reading erotica may help your brain as you're doing the thang. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

08/23/2020  Sexy Phrases for in and out of The Bedroom Absorbed the feel of him Aching tension between them built Acute surge of desire Admired the full length of his powerful physique Aflame with Agile fingers fondled All thoughts became superfluous but one All-over kiss of two bodies Allowing his erection to cushion against Already plumb and swollen An opiate, she had no wish to kick An unfurling of Anticipation so keen Apex of her legs Arched her back to better accept him Ardent loving Attraction that became much more Attractive dishabille Beautiful landscape of plains, tight abs and Beckoned him like a siren�s song Beguiling her with his Between her thighs Blood humming in her veins Blown apart by heat Body surged into hers Bold caress of his tongue Boneless limbs Brain wouldn�t focus Brazen hands Breached her every defense Breathless urgency Breathtakingly aware Brutal strength of his passion Building of a gripping sensation Bunched her skirt up her thighs Burgeoning frenzy Buried 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Pressed her back and took his fill Pressed two fingers into the silken curls Pressing her against his arousal Primitive maleness Probing in a slow repetitive rhythm Prolonged the pleasure Purring beneath his touch Quiet sensuality brewed in Quivery awareness shot Radiated each others heat Ragged breathing Rained kisses across her silky shoulder Rapid, shallow breaths Reason tumbled into oblivion Reckless savage lust unlike anything he�d Reeled in wicked delight Relentlessly moved her hips against his Restraint that drove her to distraction Riding rhythm Ripples of pleasure Rose over her Saucy grin invited his touch Savored her Scent rising to torment Sea of pleasure Searing need Seeking all her secrets Sexy little mole on her Sexy, tight man buns Shackled his raging lust Shaft reared hot and hard against her Sharp spasm of need Shattering climax She was tight Shocking, possessive gaze climbed Shock waves of pleasure sizzled Shuddering with desire Silken length of her thigh Sinewy arms holding her captive Sinuous, leonine strength Slick heat Slid another finger inside. Sliding thrust Sliding upwards against him Smelled of Jasmine and sex Smoldering eyes drew him in Sneaked into her heart Soared high Soft cheeks of her bottom filled Soft coziness of passion�s aftermath Spasms of pure unadulterated Spilled his seed within Splintered into Startled by his intimate kiss Stirring of primal needs Stoking a fire Stretching her softness Stripped away her restraint Stroking fingers matched that of his tongue Sucking them into his mouth Surge of his possession Swiftly dealt with her clothes Swirling hotly Taking him to the hilt Tampering with her sanity Tangy taste and male scent Tasted of heat and honey Taunting the pink morsels Taut steely muscles Teased her lips apart Teased the tiny bud Tender assault Tension built where their bodies Testosterone was getting a workout Throbbing inside of her Tight-ass jeans left no doubt about Tinder beneath his touch Tingles ricocheted Tongue dipped and swirled Tongue skimmed her trembling lips Tormented the hidden morsel Touch provoked a cry of Transcended physical pleasure Tremors rose in the wake of his T-shirt bulged with rock-hard chest and muscle-bound arms Ultimate surcease Unbearable heights Unchaining wild, delicious feelings Undulating hips Urgent need flowed/commanded Urging her on Voice not entirely steady Voice quavered with the after effects Vortex of heady sensations Wanton striptease Warm and pliant Warm, calloused man�s hand enfolded Warm, wet, recesses Watched her face Welcomed with an open-mouth kiss Wild and fierce possession Wild ride Wild, reckless and restless mood Wildness brewed beneath the gentleness With consummate skill Withdrew and slid home again Wrapped in a web of magic Wrestled it off Wrestled with his need 04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

06/10/2020  How To Write A Character Biography The following is a guided exercise. It�s intent is to allow you to get out of your own way and let your character tell you about themselves. Simply answer the questions to the best of your ability. Some of the questions will spark more answers. That�s good. Just write and move on. You should write out this information with no structure in mind, simply let the words flow from you. It�s intended to allow your mind to be open to whatever inspiration occurs while you think about the character. Get the information written. Don�t edit it. It is not intended to be seen by anyone else. This is information that only the writer of the story needs to know. Put it in a file, single-spaced on about two to three pages in a font about like this (Times-Roman 12 point). Do this exercise for all of your major characters - the ones who significantly drive your story. Remember, there are no villains, just characters with different points of view about how the world should work. Keep each �Character Bio� in a separate file. Keep them all in a separate 'Character Bios� directory where you have your other development files for your story. Ask yourself these questions about your character and just write down whatever comes to mind. You may be answering some other question, that�s good, that�s okay. Just let it flow. When you stop typing, just move on to the next question. Good luck! ��- Character Questions ��- Who are their parents? Did they know their parents? Where are their Mom and Dad from? Did they work, what was their profession? Who was your character closest to? Mom or Dad? Did they have any Aunts or Uncles? Were the Aunts or Uncles living with the family? Close to the family? Did they know their grandparents? When were they born? Are they immigrants? First generation? Second? Did they have brothers or sisters? What were their names? How many of each? Where did your character lie in the family tree? Youngest sibling? Oldest? Middle child? Which sibling was closest to your character? What did they do together? Did the family have a pet? What was its name? What kind of animal was it? Did it live in the house? Who took care of it? Did they have more than one pet? Who was closest to it? When did it die? Is it still alive? Who takes care of it now? Did it have any good/bad habits? What was your character�s relationship with the family pet? When your character was a child what was their favorite thing to do? How often did they get to do it? Were they artistic? Mathematical? Curious? Conservative? Shy? Were they scared of anything when they were young? If so, did anyone help them with that? What is their health like? Do they have any allergies? Are they robust? Athletic? Frail? What are their personal habits like? Are they clean? Tidy? Well-groomed? Or not? What were their favorite clothes? What did they like to eat? Were their family meals or did everyone eat separately? Who were their friends? Who was their best friend when they were nine years old? Around the age of nine-ten, they learned something valuable from their parent. What was it and what happened? Where did the family live? Did they live in a house, apartment, ranch, condo? What kind of things did the family have? Cars? TVs? Rich? Poor? Was the family close to any other families? Where did they go to school? Who was their teacher? their favorite teacher? What did they like to study? Were they a voracious reader? Or did they shy away from it? Why? Did they participate in any school functions? Plays? Teams? Clubs? Around the age of thirteen-fourteen some event occurred in their lives that made them think about what they might do in life. What was that event? How did it effect them? Who else was there? Who did they date in highschool? Who was their favorite person? Who did they stay away from? Why? What was their life like in highschool? Did they go to college? What did they study? Did they get to travel abroad? What was their first job out of college? Was it in their chose profession? Who did they work for? Did they like them? Did they get any opportunities? Responsibility? If the character is older, you will need to answer more questions. Did they get married? Who did they marry? How did they meet? What is their family like - the In-laws? Did they have children? What were the children�s names? Are the children still alive? How did having a family effect who they were? Did they change jobs? How did their career progress? Did they move up? Down? Stagnant? Is their spouse still alive? What is their job/profession? Are they still married? Divorced? If divorced, did they/would they get re-married? If so, then to whom? ��- Finish the above questions first, then answer the following: What is their point-of-view? What is their view of the world? Are they optimistic? pessimistic? Does the world belong to them? Or does it treat them badly? Who is/was their mentor? Who is the person in their life who teaches/taught them the most about life? About their profession? About being a person? About being themselves? What are their professional relationships? In their career/work, whom do they get along with? How do they treat those who work with them? Is there someone�s whose work that theirs compliments? Is their someone whose work that theirs is at conflict with? What is their attitude? Are they dark? Carefree? Sarcastic? Straight-shooter? Hate the world? Love it? What do they expect out of their job? their relationship? their life? What is their Belief System? Do they think that hard work will get them what they want? Do they believe the Universe is a random series of events? Or is it pre-ordained? What is their Emotional Change? During the story, your character will learn something new that will change them. How do they change? How do they begin? Are they sad at the beginning and happy at the end? Or what? What is their Dramatic Need? What do they want to get? Is it money, fame, wealth, power, love? Riches? The death of another? Saving someone dear? What is it? ������������� Now that you�ve finished writing your Character Biography, you will know your character very well. So well, in fact, that if you breathe deeply and meditate on them for a moment, you can see them. Meditation: turn the lights down low, sit quietly in a comfortable chair, breath slowly and deeply and close your eyes. You see a path leading through a park. Follow it. You come to a river. The river flows gently and lazily downstream. The path leads along the shore of the river. There�s a bench overlooking the park and the river. Please sit down and relax, taking in the scenery - the trees, the flowers. Smell the air. You can smell plants, the flowers, the river and a bit of ocean from somewhere nearby. A person approaches down the path. It�s your character. They sit down on the bench with you. Just be with them for a moment. Let them sit there and do what they will. After meditation: Turn the lights back up and get out a paper and pen. Write down your experience. What did your character do? How did they sit? Did they ask you anything? Did they tell you anything? Does the experience have any significance for your story? ������������������ The questions and the meditation are methods for getting your mind out of the way and letting the character step out of you. Once you�ve done these exercises, you will have a very good understanding of this person who lives in your mind. You will know what they will say, how they will say it and what they will do. Some of the items you have come up with may be items you need to include in your story. They might be very significant and interesting. Have fun with this. The characters are inside, waiting to meet you. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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