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Amelia Landers
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Stranger in my bed He came to me in a familiar forum, my 'Bastian, but now I lie with a man I do not know. His breath whispers against the back of my neck and I feel the ache between my thighs where he has been. I promised myself to one man, but here I am with another, one I believe might kill me if I ever try to leave again. I left and he came for me, claimed me, took me completely. This possessive hold he has me in, arouses, I can't escape and I can't breath but I want it. More, more, harder, faster, tighter. Fuck me.... fuck. I need him. Tight around my throat pushing down, to my knees. Praying to him like a god. My communion a cum shot on my cheek. So dirty and shameless I am under the spell of this divine love. He is both brute and lover, a dual force that makes both sides of me need him. I'm afraid of how deep I've fallen. How fragile I become when he's near. I want him to go, but I beg him to stay. I yield not knowing if it's out of loneliness or love. Such a void in my heart and still I had to run. My bed empty until his return and now it is filled by the stranger. The Whisper. I once loved these secret qualities in him, but I do not know how to love this killer. It's as if one side of his face is gone, masked by lies and truths and I cannot look at him the same. Who are you? I ask the man laying naked beside me in a bed that is far from home. Have I cheated? Will I be punished for loving you? Do I belong to you? |
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Tie me in knots I'd been in the desert, Las Vegas to be exact, for almost two months when I had my first mirage. It was after a performance and I'm sure there were people around me, but when I looked across the room and saw my 'bastian walking towards me, everything else faded away. Should I have realized it was a dream? I wanted it to be real, wanted to him to finally realize why I'd walked out and come to me with the offer I deserved. No, not a wedding band, I come from two parents who somehow made marriage into such a sanctum that I'd never try to touch it. I know it's not for me, but as much as I adore fantasy... there are limits, I know my limits. Faith ain't for me and if you want me to be faithful it has to be the kind of love you can't live without. I wanted to die when I found Bell with another woman, he was the first boy I'd ever given my heart to and made it so much harder to give give it again. Jack, I knew he was a con, but in less than a week I was mad about him. He was gone before I could even tell him. There were a number of clients from Rendezvous that I recall fondly, even some of my co-workers, but it was the man I first called Friday that won himself a prize. Two, if you really understood the complexity of who I am and what I did. I gave it up and then when I should have been content to settle down and become a happy trio with my man and his adorable son, I left. I booked a one way flight to Las Vegas and took a job working for a magician. A fucking magic man. Now, I know what you're thinking... I'm fucking him. I wish it were that simple. I wish I could just get back on the horse and pretend that I'm no different than I was two years ago when I left London and came to New York. But that's just not the case. When I saw Sebastain at The Mystique, I thought everything would work out, I thought he'd come to take me home. I wasn't going to make it easy for him, but as much as I love playing hard to get it has never been that hard for that man to captivate me. We eventually made it up to my room where I remember my body being slapped against the wall and the hard pulse of his cock finding the familiar and needful wetness that had begun when I first spotted him across the room. I remember the taste of him and the rejoice I felt being on my knees. I was ready to be his again, but I wanted to know who it was I belonged to, I wanted him to fill in the blanks. I wanted to know who I'd given my heart to and I promised that I wouldn't be scared away by the truth. All I wanted was the truth whispered in my ear. He embrassed me again, but this time holding me from behind and letting his hand force it's way down my shorts. His dry fingers soaking up the moisture from my cunt. He showed no mercy, fucking me, making my body submit to him. And when I thought it was over those same fingers went to my mouth. I found myself staring down at his fingers as they shapeshifted into a gun. That was the man I wasn't supposed to know, the side of him he didn't want me to see, the madness inside this man that I loved. I felt at peace in his arms as I fell asleep, but when I woke, it wasn't Sebastain laying beside me. It was a mirage. That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love." F. Sagan |
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SHADY DEALER -- Every casino in Vegas is seething to know what tricks The Mystique has up it's sleeve. This dealer could be spying for them or trying to recruit, either way he gets caught red-handed and The Trick would rather make him suffer than rat him out... slick, manipulative, untrustworthy, resourceful THE DAME -- This she-wolf can smell one of her own pack and while Amelia is out of the business, that doesn't mean she isn't tempted to go back. Can be the owner of a brothel, worker or this might even work with the Ace of Hearts position... confident, sociable, seductive NEWS HOUND -- There's plenty of dirt, but getting someone to go on record with any of it has been a challenge for this seasoned reporter for the Review-Journal... scruffy, articulate, sarcastic Acceptance into The Mystique SL not required THE PRIEST -- This is Amelia's younger brother born 18 months apart, they're extremely close, but couldn't be more different. Josh has finished seminary and is taking a break to the states to visit his sister before becoming a deacon and eventually a priest. Or at least that's what he thinks. godly, humorous, reliable FRIDAY'S GIRL -- Sebastian Whisper wasn't looking for a second wife, he wasn't even looking for company when Amelia found him at the bar. He said "We can't be much more than this" to the harlot and she accepted it, never expecting more. Only when fell for another did he make her choose. "Don't let go," she begged and he's held her heart ever since. "Amelia Landers you are without a doubt the best thing to happen to me in a long... long time." "I'm still happening to you... I don't plan on stopping either." ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cholericwhisperTHE MAGIC ACT -- It was supposed to be a one time shot, to Vegas and back, but even if the illusionist didn't put a spell on her, the city did. She wanted, no, needed to uproot. So rather than join the circus, she joined the magic show and became Tesla's assistant for better or definately worse. sparkandburnSIMON SAYS BRITS -- She mistook him as a friend of Tes when they first met and got off on the wrong foot, but once they started playing Simon Says a friendship began. Drinking buddies, mostly, but there's something exciting about the idea of swimming with a shark and Red has always been a daredevil. felix_worthLETS MAKE A DEAL -- First he offered her free booze if she lured the audience up a flight every so often after the show. Next he came up with an act for her to consider incase playing second to the Illusionist wasn't fullfilling enough. Then, then he asked her for something.... a woman's advice. asilvermicSHARED DRESSING ROOM -- Red assumed she'd get her own dressing room, even if she was just an assistant to the Magician. Yet the evidence shows someone else is using her space and the culprit doesn't tidy up. Lucky for her, the Trick hasn't caught her red handed, but just wait until she does... etherealnoir |
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The Scarlet Harlot... Getting by on looks and attitude was something Red knew all too well, but the stakes were higher in Sin City and illusions all around. How she landed the spotlight next to the Illusionist Tesla was as exaggerated as tabloid tale, but about the only thing the newspapers had right was there was something strange going on at that casino and Amelia was just one of many sucked in.