Monthly Archives: October 2007

Vampire Love pt 2 (WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL LANGUAGE and DETAIL, ADULT LANGUAGE)

This stone is where we gathered every year for our ceremony.

The porcelain angel held the candles that were lit. We were ready. Our hands were clasped together. The chanting began in a slow rhythm.

“Ara ah doly my show”
“Ara ah doly my show”

The breeze started to accelerate. Our chanting began to get louder and faster.

ARA ah DOLY my show”
“Ara AH doly my SHOW
ARA AH DOLY MY SHOW

The wind became fierce. Leaves were soaring through the air and a warm rain began to pour down upon us. The others were alarmed and broke hands. I stood hastily and reached my arms out in hopes I could appeal to them.

“Stop! We’re doing it this time! We can have her here in just a few more minutes. Imagine the books written about what we done if we finish…come on don’t go.”

They were fleeing out of fear from what was happening. I could hear in the crowd one saying in a frightened voice.

“I never thought that would really happen. Enough of this crazy shit.”

Soon I was left alone standing at the stone. Eyeliner running down my cheeks and my hair drenched from rain. I sat down at the side of the stone with my arms propped on my knees. The wet leaves at my feet were the scenery, as my head didn’t lift.

Only moments had passed and there he was. His sparkling blue eyes and crimson lips there to lecture me I thought. He had appeared out of nowhere. I looked up at him with sullen eyes. I was disappointed about not being able to finish the summoning of Vialla. I knew that is what he wanted me to do. He knew I was only one who had the power from the mortal side to do what he wanted done. His name was Armani.

He placed his hand on my head as I looked to my feet sitting there. Even though it was cold blood that traveled through his veins his touch sent warmth through me. He turned me on with a simple touch. I wanted him to ravish me that very moment even though I knew he was very disappointed in me.

I slowly lifted my head letting my eyes fall upon his feet. I followed his leg with my eyes and a hunger grew in me as I reached his penis area. I reached up and placed each of my hands on each of his butt cheeks and pulled him into me.

“I hunger for you Armani.”

I bury my face into his pants attempting to grab the zipper with my teeth. Something else was in control now. It was the lust in me I had for Armani. It took over my entire body. I was soaked with rain and I wanted to be naked with him in that moment. My heart was racing. I was panting out of excitement. I could only think thoughts of having him in that cemetery at that stone. There was something erotic about that. I no longer wanted him in dreams or in thoughts of fantasy. I needed him in the physical pleasure. I couldn’t wait any longer.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me away from his genital area. I am now on my knees with my back arched looking up at him. His voice is deep as he speaks.

“I need something more then this from you Cambiel. You willing to give me that? Something I wanted from the returning Vialla”

The veins in his neck now pulsing out as he held me back. My hands clenching his waist. He has my mouth watering.

“I will give you anything you desire Armani right here, right now.”

I see his fangs emerge and glisten in the moonlight. Forcefully he lifts me in one swift movement to my feet. With my back arched and my neck exposed he pulls me to his mouth. He slowly smells my neck and gives me soft kisses below my ear and I lean my neck into his mouth closer wanting him to take me.

I let out a passionate moan as I rip his shirt open. I feel his fangs sink into my jugular vein.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh”

(part three coming soon….)

Vampire Love (WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL LANGUAGE and DETAIL, ADULT LANGUAGE)

It was October 31st, 1999. I had a feeling. My insides twisting, my flesh breaking out with beads of sweat, my eyes burning all because I knew he would come. I knew tonight was the night he would finally show himself to me. It wouldn’t be in a dream or in my thoughts of fantasy but in the pale flesh. A part of me yearned to see his face and gaze upon his figure. He was an angel; a dark angel and soon he would come for his dark love.

Some would be frightened over this upcoming event. I however was embracing it. He enticed me in dream. The erotic way he embraced me. His soft caress of his cool hands run down my spine begged me to stay slumbered in bed. The dreams always felt so vivid I wake wet in the panties.

He knows how isolated I am in the real world. He knows how society shuns people like me. He understands my anger, my doubts, my passions and my lust. The hour was coming and my anxiety was running high.

The night was young for me. The moon was full and luminous. I stood there on the patio waiting for him to show. He had come to me in the moonlight just as I thought he would. I waited patiently for him to come. They say a visit from a righteous angel is pleasant and serene. They say a visit from a dark angel is lonely, and full of anguish. I was about to find out if that held any truth.

The breeze was a soft one for his clothes barely moved in the moonlight. I stepped into him.

“I’ve waited patiently for you to come.”

He turned to me so his face now was at view. He was angelic. I stood there in awe at his beauty. His eyes glowed the brightest blue. They were mesmerizing. His hair was shoulder length and dark as coal. His lips a bright crimson illuminated from his pale face. He smelled like magnolias in the summertime.

He stood silent watching me as I circled around him slowly removing the cloak from the nape of his neck. I tossed the cloak over my arm and stood there admiring his tight buttocks. I wanted so badly to grope him.

“So what took you so long to come to me outside of the dream world?”

He said nothing still. He had a mournful feeling about him. I watched him now with more cautious eyes. He was not acting like the erotic lover I had met all the times in dream.

He placed his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I felt him bulging and pulsing. His breath on my neck made me weak in my knees. His voice was deep and tempting.

“I need you to do something for me my love. Go to the graveyard like you do every year. Lead your people in the ceremony at the stone. Afterwards I will come to you all.”

I reached the graveyard, entered slowly. The grass was wet with dew and the air was cold and damp. The fog filled the midst of this place. I walked on slowly, passing stones that marked lives of those that once lived. I was now deep in the cemetery and had approached a stone that stood the tallest in this place. It was the stone where we would all meet. This is where we would have our ceremony. The stone was engraved and read:

Out of the fire I shout for my sins
I took many mortals darkness begins
I shall rise once more
To even the score
Mortals beware
Of my eternal stare
Lady Vialla Crystalline
6-6-06 to 10-31-56
R.I.P

A porcelain like angel stood six feet tall from the head of the grave. Her eyes were emerald green. We all heard tales about this woman and the life she lived. We all heard about the horror of what the town had done to her too. The libraries were full of books about this woman and the tales that were attached to her memory. She was cursed by many and worshipped by many.

Some say she lives on. Some believe she has rose from the grave and began a new life. She is most talked about as Halloween approaches. The rumor is she knew magic and used it often. Some say she worked miracles. According to the tales for many years she used her abilities to help the needy and rid the place of evil. That is until something terrible happened one Halloween night in the very same cemetery I stand in.

She was a vampire and was in love with a mortal the story goes. He begged her for many years to be sired so that they could be together forever. Many years had passed and she refused to do it until that night. He met her here in this cemetery. She embraced him and sunk her teeth into his neck. Young teens had stumbled onto her doing this sire. They went running into town and they called priests from their beds. They called all the adults from all around.

The entire town prepared themselves. They readied themselves with torches, holy water from the church, rope and wooden stakes. They were on a mission to kill Vialla, the evil witch. The tale says it ended with tragedy of course. Vialla had killed many from town and in the end she took her own life. She set herself on fire.

(to be continued….)

Fibromyalgia and Heat Therapy

Living with fibromyalgia and having this tumor in my back has put up some roadblocks with some treatments that I am not able to do myself. Exercise of course is a positive thing for anyone with fibromyalgia. Unfortunately though exercise is out of the question for me. I have been looking into other methods of treatment that may help alleviate my fibromyalgia pain.

Deep heat therapy is one that seems to be the thing that will bring me great relief. There are two types of heat therapy. The first is superficial heat therapy that applies heat to the outside of the body. The second is deep heat therapy which directs heat towards the inside of the body to the tissues and muscles and that is what fibromyalgia patients need the most in order to get the best relief.

Some of these heat therapies can even be used in the home. A person can soak in a hot tub of water. People can soak towels in extra hot water to wrap themselves in. Of course there are also many different types of heat packs that can be purchased over the counter at your local drug stores and are very inexpensive. Hot water bottles can give some instant relief for a small area too.

These are some things I have to do myself here at my home now. I have also researched and have found that relaxation techniques are important for fibromyalgia patients too. People have to learn to really unwind their body. Let the muscles loosen up. Heat of course does this but through the day when those options are not available other options are available to them to help relieve some tension in the body.

Autogenic relaxation. Autogenic means something that comes from within you. In this technique, you use both visual imagery and body awareness to reduce stress. You repeat words or suggestions in your mind to help you relax and reduce muscle tension. You may imagine a peaceful place and then focus on controlled, relaxing breathing, slowing your heart rate, or different physical sensations, such as relaxing each arm or leg one by one.

Progressive muscle relaxation. In this technique, you focus on slowly tensing and then relaxing each muscle group. This helps you focus on the difference between muscle tension and relaxation, and you become more aware of physical sensations. You may choose to start by tensing and relaxing the muscles in your toes and progressively working your way up to your neck and head. Tense your muscles for at least five seconds and then relax for 30 seconds, and repeat.

Visualization. In this technique, you form mental images to take a visual journey to a peaceful, calming place or situation. Try to use as many senses as you can, including smells, sights, sounds and textures. If you imagine relaxing at the ocean, for instance, think about the warmth of the sun, the sound of crashing waves, the feel of the grains of sand and the smell of salt water. You may want to close your eyes, sit in a quiet spot and loosen any tight clothing.

Thanks to the mayo clinic website for that information! It will be useful to many I am sure, including myself.

Thanks for reading and I hope this helps others. I am sure it will help me.

Until next time…

Good days are coming less and less it seems

Well I tell you my good days are becoming less and less. That is so damn depressing. I find myself napping every single day while my oldest is in school and my little one sleeps and sometimes twice before the oldest comes home. I’m in bed early every night too. I just feel like crap just about every day. I am thinking it is because of winter coming. At least I hope that is the only reason.

My hair is falling out badly again. I wonder if my iron has dropped again. I guess I should get it checked out. I am just tired of going to doctors too. I just wish for my life to go back to the way it was before this tumor and FMS existed…

Living with IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome)

It is a bitch let me tell you! One minute you can’t relieve yourself and you are so bloated nothing fits, the next minute you are rushing to the toilet in hopes not to shit on yourself. You also have pain that makes you want to double over into a ball. The cramps are so intense at times you can’t catch a breath. You feel so ill you break out into a sweat.

Sound familiar?

I know, I know. This is not a topic that is nice to talk about but I feel it is important to discuss.

Some other things that have similar symptoms to IBS would be lactose intolerance and celiac disease so please don’t try to diagnose yourself where IBS is concerned.

To learn more you can visit IBS

IBS can be treated and in most cases makes life a lot better for IBS sufferers. Fiber of course is one of the most important things to take if you have a case of IBS. Taking a fiber supplement is the cheapest way to try to alleviate you with IBS. Good sources of fiber include whole-grain bread and cereals, fruits, vegetables, and beans. Dried plums, prune juice, ground flaxseed, and water also help loosen bowels.

Coffee, carbonated drinks, and alcohol impede your bodies ability to pass stool through the digestive process. I would avoid those if you can. Refined foods such as chips, cookies, and white rice are the same.

If you are interested in other supplements that might help other symptoms to IBS you can view them here Supplements
IBS is a familiar problem to FMS (Fibromyalgia) sufferers. The two usually go hand in hand. Don’t worry though there are plenty of ways to help you with this problem.

Hope some of this helps.

Until next time….

JO