Poison frog venom
Bear with me readers, as I am attempting to slowly exude out the venoms of my inebriated mind. I feel that with all the toxic plant that I have taken in I should lance the vein of thought that it has poisoned so accutely. To say that in lay terms I would mean that I have become stoned so frequently and blotted my thoughts with its bulbs of seeding ill logic that I need to write some things to justify my practice of such an indulgence.
I actually intend to write a few things possibly during my time at home, one being the start to a fantasy kids book called "the Forest of Marspoon." The main character being the troll that I role play in a friends dungeons and dragons campaign. I enjoy playing this character because he is far over estimated by the other players. He is only a baby troll to date and is limitedly stronger that the others. The key component to his charm is that he is a troll trying to learn to read and write and count, as well as be accepted among normal races. He has a feirce fasination with books and will mockingly growl and demand books of strangers in a humorous troll like fashion. When he fails to be scary enough to rouse any books he is crest fallen as he is not much of a true troll but more like a large puppy. He was originally from a forest near a metropolis where he hunted and stalked with his mother, father and two older brothers. He was different than they as we was not particularly fond of eating the flesh of intelligent creatures, but preferred rabbits, deer, and other fair sized woodland game. Sitting alone one day near the town he came face to face with a philosopher who was elderly and who practiced a firm unyeilding belief in fearing nothing. This philosopher took note of the curious nature of such a young troll and taught him to speak his language. Marspoon would later come to meet a cleric after the philosopher stopped appearing in the glenn outside of the town. (The philosopher was killed for believing contrary to the belief of his town.)
Another short exerpt I would like to make is an adventure into the erotic. I don't have any particular themes or any characters per say but I do have a few kinky ideas that have not been done in my own life and haven't been "commonly" done by others. These ideas are definitely S and M relative, and I have had them inspired by some sadists I know, with some twists of my own. I like to tinker with the notion of having an apartment to stage some of my own deep dark pleasure tortures. My room will be a veritable sexual prison for some delicate fairskinned flower. If the ceiling are high enough I would like to arrange a small but sturdy hanger to chain hands and or feet to. WIth that being said my idea of collectiong a small rack of wine bottles and forcing said little pet to stand on the bottles while the hands are tied firmly above their head would be interesting. Bottles that are not tethered would shift and be difficult to keep balance on comfortably, and if a whip or cat of nine were to be applied while this was occuring, it could be quite a challenge.
At this point I know I have strayed far from topic so I am going to run with what I am talking about and exorcise some feirce demons of my sexual thinking. I have come to have a somewhat queer fetish for the use of sex toys on women to keep them constantly aroused without being satisfied. I have not put any of these thoughts to practice as I consider them unattractive and strange but I have a deep plethora of thoughts on the subject. A particularly odd fasination I have that would only really work in story form is the notion of having unanimous servant that help in the seuxal torture process. One notion that Anne Rolesque came up with was used in the "training hall" chapter of the sleeping beauty novels. One of the princesses being ran through her training was placed on an upright object of masculinity that was most mounted to the wall in such a way that in the manner of her binding she could not touch the floor nor reach her self with her hands. She was whipped with a leather coated paddle until she made herself climax through writhing, squirming and grinding the artificial organ between her legs. It just seems oddly hot to me.
Any way, I do believe I am growing weary.
I actually intend to write a few things possibly during my time at home, one being the start to a fantasy kids book called "the Forest of Marspoon." The main character being the troll that I role play in a friends dungeons and dragons campaign. I enjoy playing this character because he is far over estimated by the other players. He is only a baby troll to date and is limitedly stronger that the others. The key component to his charm is that he is a troll trying to learn to read and write and count, as well as be accepted among normal races. He has a feirce fasination with books and will mockingly growl and demand books of strangers in a humorous troll like fashion. When he fails to be scary enough to rouse any books he is crest fallen as he is not much of a true troll but more like a large puppy. He was originally from a forest near a metropolis where he hunted and stalked with his mother, father and two older brothers. He was different than they as we was not particularly fond of eating the flesh of intelligent creatures, but preferred rabbits, deer, and other fair sized woodland game. Sitting alone one day near the town he came face to face with a philosopher who was elderly and who practiced a firm unyeilding belief in fearing nothing. This philosopher took note of the curious nature of such a young troll and taught him to speak his language. Marspoon would later come to meet a cleric after the philosopher stopped appearing in the glenn outside of the town. (The philosopher was killed for believing contrary to the belief of his town.)
Another short exerpt I would like to make is an adventure into the erotic. I don't have any particular themes or any characters per say but I do have a few kinky ideas that have not been done in my own life and haven't been "commonly" done by others. These ideas are definitely S and M relative, and I have had them inspired by some sadists I know, with some twists of my own. I like to tinker with the notion of having an apartment to stage some of my own deep dark pleasure tortures. My room will be a veritable sexual prison for some delicate fairskinned flower. If the ceiling are high enough I would like to arrange a small but sturdy hanger to chain hands and or feet to. WIth that being said my idea of collectiong a small rack of wine bottles and forcing said little pet to stand on the bottles while the hands are tied firmly above their head would be interesting. Bottles that are not tethered would shift and be difficult to keep balance on comfortably, and if a whip or cat of nine were to be applied while this was occuring, it could be quite a challenge.
At this point I know I have strayed far from topic so I am going to run with what I am talking about and exorcise some feirce demons of my sexual thinking. I have come to have a somewhat queer fetish for the use of sex toys on women to keep them constantly aroused without being satisfied. I have not put any of these thoughts to practice as I consider them unattractive and strange but I have a deep plethora of thoughts on the subject. A particularly odd fasination I have that would only really work in story form is the notion of having unanimous servant that help in the seuxal torture process. One notion that Anne Rolesque came up with was used in the "training hall" chapter of the sleeping beauty novels. One of the princesses being ran through her training was placed on an upright object of masculinity that was most mounted to the wall in such a way that in the manner of her binding she could not touch the floor nor reach her self with her hands. She was whipped with a leather coated paddle until she made herself climax through writhing, squirming and grinding the artificial organ between her legs. It just seems oddly hot to me.
Any way, I do believe I am growing weary.