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"Everything I do, everything I am, all that I breathe is 18+ and will contain sexually suggestive material. ~ Gina Kincade 2011

"If you never have any expectations of other people then you will never be disappointed. When a positive experience occurs it is always a reason to rejoice." ~Gina Kincade, 2009

"I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow." ~Julia Cameron

Saturday, February 27, 2010

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Vampire Story - Part II
by TyrKieran

Continued From: Vampire Story - Part I

But now, nearly 800 years later, she IS alive. Running with the remaining U.S. werewolf population in tow, and apparently with a surviving portion of our old clan waiting for her in yet another baited plan. “So, how much of the clan survived?” My voice was weighed down from reliving those dark memories. “Rell, Zune, Jade, Vex and Raven.” Kira replied as she picked up the pace. “They are waiting, let’s get back on track.”

As we darted back towards the East side of the city, subtle ground tremors announce the Lycan’s renewed pursuit. What was the purpose of all this? Why ignite an insatiable rage in the Lycanthropes and lead them to the Ag-Center? Running side by side with Kira, I continued my questioning. “Despite their possible annoyances, why did you send those vampires to their deaths, back at the rooftop, when you’re obviously going to need all the help you can get battling these Lycans?”

Without even the slightest change in pace or expression, Kira replied. “They were traitors and couldn’t be trusted. I was about to kill them myself when you showed up out of nowhere.” “Traitors?” I vocalized. Thinking out loud, I narrowed my eyes, “Traitors for whom, the Lycanthropes?” Kira threw a quick glance at me out of the corner of her eyes. Her expression changed to one of anger tainted with concern. “They were thralls of the Sect!”

Her words hit me with a wall of complex emotion, nearly knocking me off balance. My face displayed shock as I navigated waves of confusion, anger, and fear. The Sect still lives! After all this time they still hunt down immortals! My mind was racing faster than we were. Trying to wrap my brain around the Sect’s continued existence, Kira’s plan started to make sense.

Now on the city’s eastward bypass, we see the Agricultural center in the distance; the plan’s point of mayhem. I can’t help but wonder “Will this night be my last?” Looking over at Kira, she is a visage of confidence, but even 800 years later I can still read her true emotions. Fear fueled adrenaline… fear, yes, but not for herself.

City lights blur in dissipated trails on our left as we run down the highway. The forest line that dominated the other side of the bypass now gave way to open water. The extra salinity in the air agitates my senses; I was never a big fan of the ocean, or large bodies of water in general for that matter, but the ocean view meant we were closing in on our destination. Glancing again at Kira, I prodded “I hope they are ready.”

Thinking about Kira’s plans, I analyze the building ahead. The city’s Agriculture Center was the dominating structure on the east side and comprised of three main sections; a magnificent glass dome atrium with several levels above and below ground, and two angular towers of administration and research encased in steel and stone. The largest tower had to be at least twenty eight stories while the smaller stack looked to be fourteen. Our destiny however, lies within the bowels of the atrium.

In the moonlight, the entire dome shines in a blazing framework of steel and glass. Mist from the surf, catching the reflected lunar glow, creates a ghostly haze around the structure. We approach the main entrance, crossing a concrete bridge, as the distant sounds of Lycan fury escalates.

Pausing at the large ornate doors, I turn to face Kira with my hands on her shoulders. “On this night fate has brought us together again.” I could feel the centuries of regret and sorrow creep into my expression. “I can’t lose you again!” Flashing that entrancing smirk of hers and placing a comforting hand gently on my chin, Kira replied “You won’t.”

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Friday, February 26, 2010

MILF...Coming Soon!

As far back as he could remember he had found her so damn hot, and right now he was finally getting the chance he had wanted for so long; the opportunity of a lifetime in his mind. The woman before him had brought him many a wet dream for years and he was about to have his first real sexual experience with her! He was so excited he almost came at the thought of what she would do to him, he only hoped he could impress her; she was so much more experienced then he after all.

He knew from his dreams, and from the times he had seen her scantily dressed in the window of her room, that this woman may have been much older then him but she had a body that made men drool. In fact he would rather have her luscious curves within his hands then the bones and skin that made up the girls around his own age.

He couldn’t wait to tell Ryan and Trev he had gotten into her room, and she had accepted him, was going to teach him. He still could not believe she had not been angry at all when she found him; in fact she seemed rather delighted with his hiding in her closet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched her.

She was his mother’s best friend and he knew that could pose problems if his mom ever found out but right now he just didn’t care. He wanted this woman with every fiber of his being, every hot wet dream he’d ever had was about her, no one else. She was definitely a wet dream come true…

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Slave Of Women...Coming soon!

As she strapped his ankles into the restraints with the leather buckles with a tug, they cut into his skin, biting just enough to make him moan. His mind whirled at this incredible feeling, his member throbbing with the blood that had flowed to it quickly. He knew she could bring him the most exquisite amounts of pleasure along with the forms of torture she was about to inflict upon him.

The skin around his balls tightened in anticipation of what he knew was about to follow. The cinching of his wrists to the bedpost above him signaled she was almost ready to begin. He loved this part, almost as much as the act itself, when she would pause in her work to sigh that deep sigh as she picked up the whip, just before the first *crack* would sting across his exposed ass....

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