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Why?
The question echoed in his mind as he tried his best to calm down. No, it wasn't a nightmare, but a wonderful dream, one that he would have loved to last forever, or to become reality. From time to time, he had dreams about her, he could hear her sweet laughter, kiss her silky hair, hold her hand and look into her eyes. Those eyes that sparkled with the colour of the setting sun o





Around the World in 80 DaysWill cross the date line yesterday.


Casting RunesPart 1
Finally. After a lonesome and arduous journey of two months, Jordis had finally reached her destination, the capital city Caellowell.
At the city gates in the South, where she had come from, she wiped the dust off her robe and handed three coins of copper over to the guardsman, the toll to be allowed to enter Caellowell. For an ordinary peasant, this would have been a little fortune, that she knew, but to her it was almost nothing. As a runecaster she had never had any concerns in respect of money. Now, as an accredited runecaster, even less so.
The city guard nodded and signalised her to pass through, clearly not wanting anything more to do with her than he absolutely had to and she understood him. Runecasters were able to work magic that sometimes must seem like wonders to other people. They were revered for their power and knowledge, as they were feared for the very same reasons.
“May the runes fall for the benefit of you.”, Jordis said and wished the man a good































In ewiger und tiefster Ergebung....In my remainsOhne sich noch einmal umzudrehen, zurück zu blicken auf den Mann, der ihr in den letzten Stunden ergeben gedient hat, ihren Körper mit heißen Küssen verwöhnt hat und sie an die Grenzen der Lust katapultiert hat, verlässt sie den Ort.
Hier und an vielen anderen verborgenen Orten haben wir uns geliebt.
Geliebt! So würde sie es niemals nennen. Ich, ihr Geliebter, nein das passt nicht in diese, ihre perfekte Welt, zu ihren ach so tollen Freunden, die von diesen geheimen und immer häufiger werdenden Treffen nie erfahren dürfen.
Jedes bisschen Zuneigung, was sie bereit ist mir zu geben, sauge ich Stück für Stück in mich auf, inhaliere es, schluc






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Also, so I don't forget, Happy Early Birthday Shoughad!
I should do this again from time to time.