Unfinished @ MindSay

more scans soon on the way! but first I have to finish my koi, from the looks this will take....2 -3 week possibly a month to finish. I'm putting alot of detail into this one. ALSO!!!

 

you can safely download the windows XP SP3, I did first in the house to see , and it won't reset your hardrive any. So go for it! WEE!!!! (just set a save point in your system first to be sure Start > Accessories > System Tools > System Restore. Then click 'set a restore point' then 'yes'.)

 

ok off for a shower since I got more paint on me then my canvas. then! to bed nighty night!

Ever have a short little section of a story- a sentence or two- that you were particularly proud of?

Vanilla Sugar's got a lot of those.  It's so getting posted.  Mind you, this is Not Safe For Work, kids, so don't go whining at me if you didn't want to see smut.  You coulda just stopped here.

Vanilla Sugar

Tink groaned and rolled over, throwing an arm around the sleeping form next to him. Yet another night of not-so-wild sex, with Dev being too tired for a cuddle afterwards. Fine and dandy. He loved the gunner, he really did, but sometimes he wanted a more gentle touch- slow lovemaking, soft caresses, and most decidedly some post-coital pillow talk
“Dev?”
“Mm. Hey, babydoll.”
Tink’s heart melted when he saw Dev’s tired smile. “Do you… could you hold me tonight?”
“What? Uh, sure. C’mere.” Dev ruched closer to his lover. “Sorry I been fallin’ asleep so fast lately. Just worn out, is all.”
“Mm.”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“Do I look it?” Tink grinned as muscular arms slipped around him. “Just a little put out, is all.”
“Sorry. Love you.” Dev buried his face in blonde hair and sighed happily. This was good. This was right. This… this should happen far more often, really. And what shampoo did Tink use? Didn’t quite cover up the scent of engine grease- not that that was bad, good heavens no- sorta… vanilla-y. Sweet. Girlier than expected, even from Tink. God, it smelled fantastic.
“Dev?”
“Mm?”
“You’re sniffing my hair.”
Oh. Damn. “The hell shampoo you use?”
“Same shit you been pouring on your head the past three weeks- toasted sugar vanilla.”
Ah. “Smells nice, is all.” Another sniff. “How come I never noticed this before?”
“You ain’t never sniffed my head before.” Tink giggled. “You’re weird, Kentucky.”
Shit, it was getting intoxicating, that sweet addictive scent and oh man he was getting hard again but that vanilla, the vanilla was dragging him by the cock into bed and he just didn’t care…
“Mmmhh…” He ground his hips against Tink’s and clutched him close. “Goddamn.”
“Holy shit, ‘Tucky’s got a kink,” the mechanic said softly, running a thumb over Dev’s nipple. “Take it slow there, now.”
Dev barely heard his lover through the haze of vanilla- soft buttery yellow, same as Tink’s hair- and he’d have been damned if he didn’t hear the ocean, or was it all the blood rushing to his crotch? Did he even care?
“Tinkerbell,” he moaned. The engine grease was joining in now, dark brown doing some kind of lewd tango with the yellow. Perhaps more of a rumba? He threw his head back for some air, gasping.
“You okay there?”
“I don’t fucking know.” He felt lightheaded. “There’s… there’s a… goddamn if I know what there is.”
“Take it easy- we got all night.” Tink nipped at Dev’s collarbone and smiled. “You’re actin’ almost high there.”
“I… I think I am.” The rolling feeling in his gut was settling down. “I need to go outside, get some air. I think. Yeah.”

“Feeling better?”
Dev nodded and sighed. “I don’t know what happened. Just all of a sudden- bam! Swimming in a sea of vanilla.” He shook his head. “Am I going crazy?”
“Dunno. Might be. At least you’re enjoying it, right?”
“Tink, as much fun as it might be now, I can’t be coming in my pants every time I get a whiff of your hair.”
“Aw.” Tink grinned and lit his cigarette. “That’d just make my day.”
“Too bad. We’re changin’ the shampoo.”
“Well, could just be that you’re tired out from all the work we been doing. Tell you what. We take a break tomorrow, get our heads in order, see what happens. Sound good?”
“Sure, alright.” Dev looked up at the sky- overcast, as usual. Faint glow where the moon was hiding behind all them clouds. No, not clouds. Smog. Fucking North Jersey smog coming off the burning hulk that used to be New York City. He wondered vaguely if this had ever been a nice place to live, or if it was the Eternal Cosmic Armpit of the universe. Probably the Indians hadn’t even liked it- cursed ground or some shit.
“Wanna light?”
“Sure.”
Nicotine. Just what the doctor ordered.
“What’re you thinkin’ there?”
“Thinkin’ how this place has always been a shithole.” He chuckled. “One of these days we gotta get out of here, babydoll. Just take a transport and go.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Tink shivered. “Get over here, ‘Tucky, I’m freezin’.”
He rubbed the older man’s arms and pulled him into a hug. “Be damned if I’m gonna let you catch cold. Why ain’t you wearin’ a sweater?”
“Didn’t think it was that cold out.”
“Crazy.”
Oh. There was the vanilla again. Damn.
“Tink,” he gasped. “It’s… again…”
“Jesus.” Tink moaned as fingers trailed down his back- had Dev ever been this passionate before? –pressing him closer to the broadly muscled chest, making him drop his cigarette as he nuzzled at a shoulder. He slipped cold hands up Dev’s t-shirt.
“Christ in heaven, not in public…” The gunner wasn’t resisting, though, and he let out a quiet growl as a near-frozen hand found its way to a nipple.
Shit, he hadn’t been this hard in ages. Tink had never looked this tasty before, either, with his hair down and a little more stubble than usual. Fucked if he was gonna let it get the best of him, though.
He pulled his lover into the shadows and kissed him, whimpering softly as he pressed his crotch against Tink’s thigh. Couldn’t let anyone see. He had a reputation to… oh goddamn that felt good, he thought as Tink nibbled at his collarbone. Fuckin’ A.
“You doin’ okay there, Kentucky?” Tink’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “You’re not gonna faint or nothin’?”
Dev growled again and fumbled at Tink’s fly, wanting at his lover’s dick as soon as humanly possible. He’d never craved cock before, but he’d be damned if that wasn’t about to change.
“It’s… really cold out,” Tink gasped as Dev slipped a hand down his pants. “Can we… can we do this inside?”
A grumble. It was imperative that he got at that cock now.
“Come on, Dev. I’m freezin’.”
He grunted and picked up the little mechanic, carrying him into the house and up the stairs.

It was amazing how good a straight man was at sucking cock, Tink mused as another wave of pleasure washed over him. Boy knew exactly where to lick, where to graze the teeth- oh so lightly- when to look up at him with those doe eyes of his and smile around the dick in his mouth.
Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Devon Rhea, golden boy of Kentucky’s Finest, knew what to do with a cock.
He ran his fingers through thick, silky hair and thrust into that soft mouth, moaning his lover’s name. Fuck, that felt good- if he didn’t know any better, he’d say Dev had made a living doing this.
A soft rumble started in the younger man’s throat, and Tink gasped as the vibration hit his dick just right. Jesus. And those big, callused hands weren’t off being useless, no; they were joining right in- one stroking the inside of Tink’s thigh, the other… the other reaching to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube.
In a few moments, a slick finger slipped into his asshole, and he squirmed a little. Dev knew about the on button? Apparently so, because within moments Tink was hit with that sharp jab of euphoria. Fuckin’ A, where the hell had he learned that?
Never mind. Between the thorough licking his dick was getting and the gentle massaging of his prostate, Tink was losing it… so very close…
And suddenly he was coming harder than he had in ages, fucking Dev’s mouth as he cried out wordlessly, barely noticing the gunner’s smirk of glee as he swallowed every last drop.
Holy shit, that was amazing, Tink thought as he came down from his high. He grinned as Dev stood, pinning him against the wall.
“The fuck did you learn to suck a cock?” The mechanic was breathless as his lover nuzzled at his neck.
“I know what I like, figure you ain’t too much different.” A gentle nip just below the ear. “Goddamn you taste good.”
Tink sighed happily and melted into Dev’s arms. “I knew that shampoo was a good idea. Figure I oughta save it for a rainy day…”
“Mm.” Dev stroked himself through his boxers. “You gonna leave me hangin’?”
“Course not. Just… on the bed, please? I’m a little weak-kneed right now.”
“Anything, babydoll.” Dev grinned and flopped on the big bed. “Come on and give daddy some sugar.”
Tink snickered. “’Give daddy some sugar?’ The hell did you get that from?”
“Shut up ‘n get over here.” Dev tugged on his lover’s hand.
“Hold yer horses. I’m comin’.”

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It's not finished as of yet, but I like how it's turning out.  It's un-beta'd, so forgive any inconsistencies or errors.

I have writers block.

 

I have artists block.

 

I have every block imaginable. I'm not miserable enough, there isn't enough rage, enough sadness and depression boiling inside of me screaming to be let out. I'm starting to feel empty. What is the opposite of sadness? I've forgotten that feeling, this feeling, i've been hollowed out from this for so long.

 

I encompass every bit of my miserable self into my art, into my work, and now this sensation is gone. I want to give birth to something new, my own baby creation, and nothing comes out. Nothing comes forth and all I have left is unfinished poetry, fragmented art, undeveloped stories of love and anguish. Falling to pieces, waiting to be reborn, to come anew under my hands once again.

 

I'm still waiting for my inspiration.

This was brought on upon something at the end of a clip from that one Animal Planet show Most Extream. It was talking about a lizard species that has no males anymore, and at the talked about the possiblity of the Y chromosome disappearing in 100+ thousand some odd years and the human race being only female, and included one of those green 3D images of a woman smiling at the end.

Already bit ticked off from that, I head to good ol' Wiki to find some information on all this, and found out that no, the Y chromosome and therefore men aren't going anywhere, any time soon. The reason this happened with that lizard species, I don't know; but it has nothing to do with the Y chromosome going extinct. Reptiles don't even have the X and Y chromosomes; most reptile species gender is decided by the temperature of the eggs are in, remember?

So, with this new found imformation that if the Y dies, so do we all; I must wonder. Why was this included in that segment? Then it dons on me; just the cheap laugh of males being useless and that things would be better with just women.

And it just irks me. To the very core.

And... I lost the steam I had going for this to finish it. Damnit, I hate it when that happens. But I don't want to delete this... so, I'll post what I have done so far and will come back to it later then, maybe.