A Night to Last


She felt led… She was at the benefit gala for the preservation of such a fine piece of history that evening, and felt inclined to peruse the artifacts on display.  The room that the artifacts were in was empty of guests at the moment.  The guests were all participating in the steady flow of champagne and the unspoken contest of who brought the most money to donate to be silently crowned “most generous.”

She was interested in the ship; sure.  The rich history and sadness of it’s passengers fate enthralled many across the world for a century now.  Tonight though, she couldn’t explain what she felt.  It was like her heart was impressed with a radar heartbeat, and since arriving to the gala, it was turned on.

The tale of the man who showed people their heart’s desire sounded like a fairtytale to her when she was younger.  Now that she was grown up, it seemed a publicity stunt to keep interested investors excited about the preservation.  Yet, here she was.

Surprised by her own quickened footsteps as she rounded one corner, then turned another.  Suddenly, right after turning around yet another, she halted.  Eyes wide, then squinting straight in front of her.  She swore…. She swore she saw…. No…. She shook her head in disbelief and almost turned right then and there to head back for more champagne, until she heard the whistling.

Four even steps until she was able to round the corner, and her heart pressed against the front of her chest to the internal sound of a music box halting to stop.  There he stood!  She saw him!  That had to be the man from the stories.


Smiling at her, she even  heard him. “Hello…. I’ve been waiting for you.  This way please,” and he turned around to head up the stairs.  She hadn’t moved, and he noticed, looking back at her again.  Even though she was shocked, she felt eerily at ease.  He smiled warmly at her again, “Come…. I have great things to show you.”

Taking a deep breath, and before her brain clicked to think a functional thought, she was walking towards him.  He only walked ahead of her to encourage her journey up the stairs, but when they reached the first landing, he stepped to the side and waited for her.

When she reached where he stood, their eyes met.  His eyes were inviting, and a beautiful glacier blue hue.  Any part of him she tried to stare at for any length of time though seemed to fade until she averted her eyes; then he would reappear in his transparent presence again.  His tuxedo glistened with the pearlescent scales of the sea, and she swore she felt the wetness of the shore washing across her shoes.  She tried to look at him again, because she caught something…. He exuded sincere encouragement towards the sole, or soul, purpose of the entire mystery, but something was…. forlorn…

… No one ever looked at him like that.  Did she see him?  There was no way.  No one has ever looked at him with unglazed eyes before.  This was what he thought was his monotonous destiny.  Something on the second landing caught his attention, and for once…. For once in a century, now, he saw his own heart’s desire.  Quickly his eyes flitted back to hers, and he realized…  Realized he felt… Like his heart was beating inside of his chest and was being beckoned.  His lips twitched at the right corner of his mouth until he could smile warmly at her, his shoulders rising and falling with a renewed beat.  He raised his left hand before them both, and repeated, his voice filled with familiarity that they both recognized, “Come… I have great things to show you.”


Photo 1 & 2 Baxe Just Walk male Pose 8 @ Pose Lover & Friends Event (August 12-28th):
Photo 3: (Ryanna) an lar [poses] The Kayelle Series @ Shiny Shabby (until Sept. 15th)
Photo 3: (Broderick) Baxe Just Walk male Pose 10 @ Pose Lover & Friends Event (August 12-28th)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: *ARGRACE* SHUN – Ebony
Outfit: Cog & Fleur Shipwrecked Ghost Tuxedo @ LoveFest 2016 (until August 24th)

RYANNA is wearing: (Check out her blog! Trappings Of A SecondLife)
Dress: Petite Mort– Merlot Cabaret velvet dress @ LoveFest 2016 (until August 24th)
Hair: Analog Dog – deborah – LIGHT BROWNS

A Night to Remember
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Resort to the usual… Routine.
OCD ticking…. But it’s broke… Just ticking….
Relentless repeat…. Cycling.  Can’t exit.
Just do what works, Broderick…. Don’t veer.

Quickened pulse…
Accelerated breathing…
Eyes unsettled; unfocused.
Express yourself?
Be ready for extremes, and be ready for platitudes.

Don’t let go….  Don’t lose control.
Those that say they’ll understand, won’t.
Stay the course…. Walk the line.  It’s easier than the alternative.

Ready for your uninvited critique? Here it comes.
We’ll say be who you want to be.
Do what makes you happy.
What we say to your face….

Like coming down from a high.
Here it is. The letdown.
Ready?  Ready?  Ready?
Game face. Mask. Do it again.

It’s good.  It’s good.
Great job.
Good for you.

Baxe Just Walk male Pose 2 @ Pose Lover & Friends Event (August 12-28th)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: *ARGRACE* SHUN – Ebony
Outfit: [Phunk] Gothic Outfit @ LoveFest 2016 (until August 24th)

Daily Ride


She was a city girl.  He was a country boy.  They both had an appreciation for both styles of living but today, she was on his turf.

They had spent the day outdoors; mostly riding one of his horses named Outlaw. The weather was changing around them though, and he felt the air shift.  Rain was on the way.

“We better head back, or we’ll be caught in it.”

“Being caught out here on the mountain, with you, in the rain… Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”  She bit her bottom lip and grinned shyly at him from behind.  They were both on the horse already, having finished their lunch.  He had stopped by , and he turned his strong friend around in a tight circle on the narrow trail.

Smirking back at her, he grabbed the reigns and kicked his heels into Outlaw, speeding up their ride again.  She squealed, holding onto him tighter.  ‘Not enjoying that at all…. No….,’ he thought, knowing full well he was lying to himself.  Her strong thighs gripped his hips, and he could feel her body bouncing behind him as they took the trail back down to his barn.


Once they reached the barn, he dismounted and grabbed the reigns, walking Outlaw and his lady back in.  He grumbled, his damn truck having stalled in the most annoying spots.  Carefully leading his horse in past the old truck, he put Outlaw back in his area of barn, and reached up to help her down off of the horse.  Her body slid down the front of his, and his breath caught a moment, then he growled some.  “Damn, you feel good,” he exhaled.

She grinned at him again, holding back a whine as he let go of her and walked over to grab them something to drink from his bar area.  He frowned some when he turned back around, seeing she was leaning against a post to hold herself up.  “Feeling okay?” he asked as he handed her the cup.

Giggling some, “Yes… I’m fine. I think I need to learn to walk again though.”

Smiling, he put his hand around her waist, “Well let’s sit you on the back of the truck for a min….”  Suddenly, she began to fall.  Her knees went wobbly some, but he caught her when he cut off his sentence.  His arm around her waist brought her to the front of his chest, quickly catching her.  However, she wasn’t as quick with the cup she was holding, and it spilled all over his shirt.

Wide-eyed, she looked up at him, checking his expression before she burst out laughing.  He rolled his eyes, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, spanking her ass.  She squealed and swatted at his as well, having a tougher time reaching as she was partially shaken around by his stride.

Plopping her down over the side of the truck, he asked sarcastically, “Can you manage sitting there okay, ma’am?”  He slowly took some steps back, holding his hands out in mock gesture to test her balance carefully.  Once he did genuinely realize she was okay up there, he began to unbutton his shirt.


She pulled up her knees and dangled her half empty cup from her finger tips, watching him undress.   Maybe she spilled the drink by accident, that’s what she would tell herself, even if it wasn’t true.  Once he was done, she handed him her cup. ” I likely don’t need this now.”

“Oh?  Why’s that?  Need your hands free for something in particular?”  He felt her gaze on him, and remained casual; relaxed, while his hat covered his eyes for the moment.  Walking back up to her, he draped his shirt on one side of her, took her cup, turned, and leaned back against the truck on the other side.  After setting the cup down on the tailgate, he reached for his hat. His lips were ready to twitch into a smirk as he said, “Oddest feeling… Like hands are all over me, yet there aren’t any.”  He turned his head to his left, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes now.

“Just the caress of the wind…” said as she tried to play it off and looked away from him.  She took a bit of straw to replace the one she already had, and stuck it between her teeth.  She chewed on that for a bit before she spoke again.  “Might be a while before your shirt is dry.”

He turned around abruptly, grabbing her jean clad ass in his hands and squeezed hard, yanking her towards him.  She pressed up with her legs as he lifted her off of the truck. “I don’t know if I can stand yet.”

“Who said I wanted you to be able to walk?”  His mouth was parted and he tilted his head, brushing his lips across hers.  He didn’t kiss her yet, but he kept teasing her with his lips and his shallow breaths .  Her arms went around his neck as she pushed up again in his hands, her hips pressing forward and at the same time, her ass pushing into his hands.  Instinctively, his hand swung back and smacked her cheek, held inside of her tight jean shorts.


He had walked them over to the tailgate and sat down on the edge.  He let her knees down gently, sitting her down on his lap.  Keeping her gaze, locking onto hers; lust between them charging the air around them, he scooted back twice…. Leaning against the back of his old truck slowly with a hidden grin.  He watched her crawl over him, and said,  “Ya know… There’s a saying out here in the country….”

Her hands and knees crawled slowly… Cat-like. He swore he heard her purring.  The peripherals of his vision caught the sway of her hips and the dip of her shoulders as he continued to look her straight in her eyes.  She reached his chest, and went to lick him, but didn’t…. Just let him feel her warm breath as her face traveled up towards his ear where she whispered, “Tell me…. Tell me what it is.”

His fingers dug and scraped upwards into her thighs, making their way to her shorts.  He latched his fingers into the waist of her shorts, gripping them firmly in his palms.  He tilted his head opposite hers, turned his face closer, and dragged his bottom teeth across her neck until he couldn’t anymore, at which he closed his mouth over her skin, sucking lightly.  Then he replied, “Save a horse…… Ride a cowboy.”

With that, he yanked at her jean shorts, ripping them…


Photo 1 & 3: :Q: Poses – Couple Horse Pose Set 3 @ Pose Lover & Friends (this round ends August 28th)
Photo 3 & 4 (Broderick): {.:exposeur:.} Cowboy Up (Out of business)
Photo 3 & 4 (Ryanna): Serendipity – In A Safe Place @ Pose Lover & Friends (this round ends August 28th)
Photo 5: +Mouni Poses+ Exclusive for Pose Lover & Friends Couple Pose 2 @ Pose Lover & Friends (this round ends August 28th)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: *ARGRACE* SHUN – Ebony
Necklace: Gabriel – ::GB::Angel wings necklace( Male) / Silver
Belt Buckle: Tam – Belt Buckle – God Bless America – Oval
Pants: Legal Insanity – Lucious baggy plain old jeans
Cuffs: [ hoorenbeek ] Leather Cuff – Men
Boots: [ hoorenbeek ] Mesh Military Boots – Men

RYANNA is wearing: (Check out her blog! Trappings Of A SecondLife)
Top: Blueberry – Knotted Tops /Bra/ – Maitreya – Sky
Shorts: Blueberry – Ripped Denim Shorts – Belted
Hair: *ARGRACE* Cowboy Hat / MINAMI – Coppers
Shoes: *LpD* – *OldBoy* Boots Black (Unisex)



The cord that bound
Two lovers, destined
Tugged… Pulled….
Finding their way

Fate?  Chance? Destiny?
Following the string
One step at a time
Avoiding the cold world

Face to face
A tangled mess before them still
Unraveling slowly
Their hands; their lives, meeting….

“How long has it been
Since this storyline began
And I hope it never ends
And goes like this forever

In this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you”


Serendipity – Addicted to you @ Pose Lover & Friends (this round ends August 28th)

BOTH are wearing:
Stockholm&Lima: Red String Of Fate @ TMD August Round

BRODERICK is wearing:
Shirt: [Deadwool] Hugo shirt – white
Pants: [Deadwool] The Dandy – formal trousers -white (w/ belt)
Shoes:  REDGRAVE Blake Loafers – White Cracked
Hair: Exile High & Dry

RYANNA is wearing: (Check out her blog! Trappings Of A SecondLife)
Outfit: * TentatioN * Dress – @@ Pose Lover & Friends (this round ends August 28th)
Hair: *ARGRACE* Saki – Dark Brown
Shoes: Glamistry : ERANTHIS Heels

Rose Petals: Adi’s Stuff – Free mesh Floating Rose Petals
Song Quoted: Staind – Tangled Up In You


The Cost


The Way of the Samurai

Imagine the costs to keep all three of those things simultaneously.
What’s that?  Easy, you say?
Right… That’s why the samurai warriors carried a weapon and wore armor.

Come Soon Poses -*CS* Kill All (includes optional katana and full scene)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Helmet: Noble Creations – Kurama Samurai Helmet @ Okinawa Summer Festival (until August 21)
Outfit: Noble Creations – Ujio Kimono & Hakama @ Okinawa Summer Festival (until August 21)
Shawl w/ Chest Strap: Noble Creations – Lost Warrior



Mr. Curtis woke up, with Ms. Fox still cradled in his arms.  The sun was rising and peeking through the wooded mountains and the large, tall windows of their cabin.  He looked at her a moment and watched her sleep.  He began to feel his shoulder’s wound aching, so he let his still-sleepy mind begin to play back the events of the night before…….

……… They had arrived at the cabin in the mountains not quite a full hour ago, and were now sitting in front of a warm fire with supplies laid out to take care of Mr. Curtis’ shoulder wound; the bullet still lodged inside.  He opened the whiskey bottle, and didn’t even bother to pour a glass for himself.  He took two swigs straight from the bottle, exhaling loudly, his eyes squinting some as he looked at her.  He poured some into a glass, and slid it towards Ms. Fox.

“So…. Give it to me straight.  Who the hell are you, really?”

Ms. Fox didn’t look at him.  She picked up the liquid truth and took a swig before picking up the rubbing alcohol and some clean cloth.  She then moved along on her knees towards him, dumping some of the disinfectant onto the cloth.  Mr. Curtis was sitting shirtless on a footstool, and she came up between his legs, already aiming the cloth for his shoulder as she placed the bottle down.  She reached back, taking another swig of the whiskey for courage.  Looking him in the eyes, she applied the disinfectant to his wound, spoke at the same time it touched him.

“My Grandfather is the Marqué del Stry,” she stopped to see if that name registered.

He winced at the touch of the disinfectant.  Growling also, but not so loud as he listened to Ms. Fox and tried to swallow what she just said. “As in, the Stry’s that founded, and made money, off of the Spanish wars?  The same Stry who’s the head of the Spanish cartel?”  He inhaled and let out a “Fuck!”  That suddenly explained the photos that Ms. Burke had passed him in an envelope over a month ago.  It’s why he was packing heat anywhere Ms. Fox and him went lately.

The photos that Ms. Burke gave him were obviously taken by a private eye, and the card inside confirmed the mark was Ms. Fox.  Mr. Curtis hadn’t slept well since he received those photos.  It all flashed in his memory quickly as she cleaned the sight of his wound, preparing to dislodge the bullet inside.  “That means the man we stole from… The men I just killed back there…..” He just nodded. It all made sense.  Thank God he trusted his instincts when he came around the corner in that castle and stepped back quickly.  He watched three men nod to each other and begin to head for the room Ms. Fox was in, but that’s when he turned the corner and shot two succinct kill shots.  The third man was hit, but managed to shoot at Mr. Curtis as he went down, just before another round was fired by Mr. Curtis’ gun.

Ms. Fox had turned her eyes away, rinsing the cloth while he took another few swigs of whiskey, and continued. “My father died when I was 15, and my uncle, Eleuterio Mînguez, thought that he would be next in line to inherit the family fortune, but my grandfather has always liked me and, even though I am the only child of my fathers, and a female.  My grandfather declared that I would have the inheritance. It made my uncle very upset that he was delegated to the end the line.  If I was gone, with no more heirs in my fathers line, then the money would be his. Attempts were made on my life and my mothers that caused a war between the two. My father had trusted friends in the States and my mother sent me over there to keep me safe.”

Mr. Curtis yelled as she used tweezers to pull the bullet out.  It was lodged pretty deep.  The whiskey helped but it wasn’t enough.  Nearly 8 shots and he still felt it as if he were sober.  However, once she held the bullet between the tweezers, he looked at her, feeling the whiskey, the pain, the adrenaline, the exhaustion and the loss of blood since being shot… All of it hitting him and he passed out.

Ms. Fox grabbed him quickly and laid him as gently as she could on the floor. She sighed and went to work stitching up the wound. Mr. Curtis wasn’t out long, because suddenly his hand was over hers.  He looked up at her, his expression soft, and simply said, “Mason.”

He shivered and she felt his chest and then forehead.  He felt cold.  “What?”  She looked slightly confused after her obvious concern.

“My name…. My name is Mason.”  He winced as she knotted the last stitch, closing the wound up completely.  She looked down at him, watching his complexion wane some and worry etched her face.

“Noa .” She smiled quickly as she began to unzip the back of her dress.  His manners kicked in like a reflex, and he turned his face away.

“That’s pretty.”  He felt very still… He didn’t want to move.  The pain was finally ebbing and he took in a deep breath, realizing he was cold for the first time. Suddenly, he felt her…. He felt her move her body over his and lay down over him carefully, not wanting to cause any strain or pull on the wound site.  “What are you doing?”

“Shhh… You need warmth.  This is the best way.”

“I’ll say….” She was laying over him, but she had at least grabbed the sheet off of the bed to put between them.  He felt her smile, and his arm instinctively went around her back, stroking up and down.  They stay there in silence for a time, taking in the heat from the fire and their bodies.  His mind was thinking of a bunch of questions though. “How did you become a thief?  With what’s going on in your family wouldn’t it had been wiser to stay away?”

“It just happened,” Noa answered. “The family I was with was attacked a few years after I got there and I ran.” She felt a tad uneasy as she recalled the old memories. She drew in a slightly shaky breath. Fear was etched into her voice. “And now I’ve got you into this mess. They’ll be coming after you too. I’m such a —”

Mason cupped her cheek in his hand, and carefully rolled them over, leaning on his good shoulder.  He cut her off with the sudden move and looked down at her.  “Don’t talk like that.”


“Shh…” Mason said, his thumb caressing her cheek. He felt more for this woman than he imagined. His eyes traveled along her body and he shook his head slowly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Before he knew it, he was leaning into her and crushed his lips to hers.  He felt her arms go around him; her fingers sliding up into his hair as he pressed his body down onto her, letting a low growl escape his lips and into their kiss.  The hand that was cupping her cheek was on the back of her neck now, holding her as he pulled back and looked down into her eyes.

They were both breathing harder, eyes searching each other’s before Noa pulled him back down to her lips and slid her tongue between  his teeth.  Mason bit down on her lip before he moved lower, kissing under her chin and down her neck towards her collar bone.  The sheet began to slide down as he moved lower……


……………… Mason turned to look at her as she stirred next to him, which made him smile softly.  “Good morning ma’am.”

Noa stretched, opening her eyes slowly and smiled up at him.  “Good morning.  How is your shoulder?”

“It’s there….,” he replied.  He had a wicked thought and sat them both up, rolling over her and grinning as she squealed and caught the sheet, pulling it back up on her.  He leaned in behind her, kissing her shoulder and nipped at her ear, growling…. “I better….. Mmmm We need coffee.  And we need to leave.  If I stay here…..,” he trailed off and snatched his robe up, carefully pulling it around him and went to make coffee.

Mason was standing on the back deck of the cabin when he heard her call him.  “Mason?”  He turned to walk in, but stopped in the doorway, leaning gently against the doorframe, struck by the way the light was hitting her.

She was looking down at the book in her hand.  “We have the book.  What do you suppose we do now?”  When Noa looked up at him, she blushed.  Mason had a small smile on his lips, and the way he was looking at her…. “I just…. I want to be careful.”  She watched him set his coffee mug down and moved to close the distance between them.  She kept her eyes on his, and eventually grinned up at him, “I thought we needed to get ready to leave?”

His hands went around her waist as he walked her backwards until she hit the bed and fell backwards.  “We’ll leave soon… ,” he said as he moved over her body again.

Noa couldn’t stop the mirth that escaped past her lips as she scrambled to keep a hold of the sheet that fell from her hand when she hit the bed.  “They will come after us,” though she wasn’t being discouraging, as she pushed back on the bed.

Mason crawled over her again, yanking the sheet away from her grip and tossing it beside them.  “Then maybe the moans and screaming you make will need to sound more like torture than……,” he trailed off with a grin on his lips.  He moved down on her neck again, and reached for her arms.  He pushed them up above her head and held her down as he pushed his body against her, biting her neck.  She’d need to work on sounding more convincing.


Photo 1: Just Another Pose Store [JAPS] You’re Safe @ Pose Lover & Friends (until July 31st)
Photo 2: XXY Gently @ Pose Lover & Friends (until July 31st)
Photo 3: (Ryanna) Pose included with sheet
(Broderick) Poseidon Coffe M4 @ Pose Lover & Friends (until July 31st)

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: Exile High & Dry
Robe: Howl Bathrobe Black RARE
Rings: Kunst Allegiant and Magnus Rings
Watch: Kunst Sentinel Cuff & Watch

RYANNA is wearing: (Click here to read her side of the story!)
Dress: *agapee* sexy sheet dress / white
Hair: D!va Hair “Calista”