...~* Diary in Blue *~...

[Kätzchen]

Well, it seemed like WW3…

Nearest to recollection, the night was dark with stars blinking like sparkling diamonds in the sky. The moon (dressed in all its regalia) drifted softly across the night skies; clothed in whispery clouds, mysteriously calling out for adoring eyes of worship.

Breaking into the quiet moment of intimacy, while sitting together on the swinging love seat, inside the gazebo by the pond, went the boom of fireworks - lighting up the skies above them. *Boom, boom, boom* they went, setting the night on fire with colorful explosions of blues, reds, purples, greens, yellows: spreading magic all around them.

“Hon?” she said, while quietly drawing CC into her gaze. “YOu surprise me, so much!” her voice smiled with happiness. Without missing a heartbeat between them, she leaned over closer and kissed him with playful sweetness.

Drawing her into his warm embrace, CC took over the playfully given kiss and commanded her whole soul to travel deeper in shared emotions with him; peppered with deep wanting, salted to perfection. Moments couldn’t possibly be any better than this…

Submitting to the serious, all-consuming moment, it seemed like the whole universe came to a stop: the air was silent while the last of the fireworks imploding; with only the eerie sullen sounds of the pond lapping against the reeds and cattails, so quiet, that only the faint hum of the energy expended between them was audible enough to hear.

Totally oblivious to the crowd on the deck exchange of goodnights and goodbyes, CC lifted her up while he rose from the swinging love seat and said “Let me take you somewhere tonight.”

And without a second moment to waste, CC led her out of the Gazebo and up the winding path to the back side of the garage. Making their way through the weeping willows, and shrubbery that was overgrown and flowering with fragrant blooms, they could hear the guests leaving in their cars, one by one: Friendly horn honking and sweet last-second “love-you” and “see-you” were sung between each guest as they left.

Quietly, CC led them both to the secret entrance of the garage. Still holding her hand tightly, he surveyed the perimeter making sure they were really alone. Opening the door with his secret code, they went inside and the door gently closed behind them. It was very dark in the garage. The smell of the work area in the garage permeated the air: oil, gas, dust, cigarettes, cleaning agents; as well as the smell of dry straw bales that lined one side of the garage to keep the chilly winter wind out. Visibility was low, but soft lights came from above the work bench where CC’z tools lay sprawled in disarray: Some tools hung from the wall; others were just haphazardly lying around.

“I’ll find the light switch, soon HOn” CC winked at her.

“HOn??? What are you gonna show me?” she asked with piqued interest.

“You’ll see soon, Dear” as CC finally turned on the soft amber lights that lit the loft in the garage. “Okay, look over here HOn” CC said, as he led her to see her T~Bird Jezebel. “Stand right here while I pull the cloth covering off her.”

It was about then that the Dragon Goddess appeared in all her dark, smoky sovereignty.

Her blue eyes darkened deeply, by a heated lust, at the unveiling of Jezebel. One would have thought that this beast of an untamable hunk of gorgeous junk was her beloved boyfriend!

There Jezebel sat, in lustrous shades of baby blues that sparkled. Jez had a brand new rag top – one in a dreamy white, with matching drag race tires that had white stripes, and gaudy chrome hub caps! It was like, love at first sight, and CC knew it.

“HOn? Can we get in her, right now?” she asked with certain hesitancy, knowing how playful CC was with her.

“Sweetheart, she’s on a hydraulic lift but if we’re careful, we can sit in her and I’ll take ya for a ride” CC drawled out in his brooding, sexy, accent filled voice.

Carefully, he opened the passenger door for her and she lifted her dress and proceeded to sit in the beautifully refurbished upholstered seats of white leather. Oh! The seat felt so soft and slippery and molded to her body well. Soft and comfy: just like she wanted a seat to feel like. CC went to the drivers side of the car, but as he was passing the work bench he dimmed the loft lights – then as he sat down in the seat, he flipped a switch… and as he shut Jezebel’s door, the hydraulic lift sent them slowly up to the rafters, as high as it seemed to go.

Just as Jezebel came to a slow stop in the loft of the garage, the sultry Dragon emerged in her – devouring CC with lustful passion; slowly sizing up how much strength to wield on the *DraGon* in Him.

It was as if the Hydraulic lift cradling Jezebel was slowly spinning like a glittery disco ball on a dark and steamy dance floor: eye to eye, nose to nose, heated energy expanding with every breath – CCs hands left burning imprints on her body while she literally consumed him to flames, deeper than any blue on an artists’ palette.

That was the longest kiss of her life, that night. That one special moment lit by a deeper fire: one that neither had ever experienced before, so completely, as if a legion of angels had reserved that night alone for them since the beginning of time…

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Dearest Diary,

I don’t know what I would do, if I didn’t have some medium in which I could leave my private thoughts… but I’m so glad that you’re in my life. It’s been so long, since I’ve been here…
But I’ve learned expressly from You, my dearest Diary, that I don’t have to know everything. As curious as I am, there has to be plenty of room for discovery and for living in the present moment of now – where all things are do-able: imagined, created, adored and revered.

Although I’m a bit hazy and tired from this latest term in college, I’m creating a ceremony of gratitude for every granule of sand (life experience) that has been given to me from the universe…

Like snow-filled dreams on a hot summer night among the tall fragrant Cedars of the forest, I send you the sweetest of lustful nuances from my Zenith, to guide you on that colorful and breath-taking journey.

From the labyrinths of my heart,
I’m faithfully Yours

[Kätzchen]

Slowly, strap by strap, he unveiled her shoulders: baring her sun kissed skin that craved his lips to taste her succulence; measuring her wanton need, so he could fulfill his smoldering, willful desire that longed to make her completely naked with awe. CCz sun bronzed hands stroked the contours of her shoulders and how her neck seemed to hold a mysterious magnetism: one in which his mouth searched with hunger; hunger to devour her very soul and to show her how deeply he longed with ache to pleasure her beyond imagination.

CC, with a gentle force, held her head in place with his hands as he massaged her head and playfully tangled his fingers in her hair. Kissing his way up her neck and fondling her breasts, CC lifted one breast to his mouth and nursed on her as if he were starving for her milk. Wanting to produce honey for further pleasure, he left her breast and remained transfixed on her eyes - as if to silently tell her with his boding drive, that he intended to get what she wanted him to have. Surrendering to his cockacidal masculine energy, her eyes closed as she released a deep guttural moan signifying the total bliss enveloping them both. His kisses melted her to the core of her being.

It was about that time when the low moan of the Midnight Express reverberated up the canyon.

Window panes vibrated and hummed with arcing currents of hidden energy. As the locomotive strove to harness its energy to climb the canyon, the train let out short signals --- which seemed so far away.

Licking his lips (which were softly smiling that smile that said it all) he said, “Hon? That’s our signal: we’re going on a short ride,” as he tormented her with playful smooches on her nose. Helping her to recover from his animal magnetism that wanted to undress her immediately, CC pushed the remote control of the hydraulic lift and lowered Jezebel down onto the garage floor. Opening the door on her side of the car, he helped her out and then with carefree lilt, he followed suit behind her. His eyes followed her shapely hips that swayed for her hips called out for him to never let the image of them fade from his mind. Memorizing her gait while he trailed her to the garage door, he grabbed his Stetson and threw his leather jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm, as they hurried off to the barn.

“Hon? What the hell are we doing and where are we going now?” she asked, her tone filled with exasperation!

“Sweetheart? Just keep up with me as we hurry to get on Sweet Pea! I’ll help you; just let me tell you as we go, what we are doing, ok? Are you up for adventure, Dear?” CC winked that adorable wink at her that held her heart captive. She could never say no to CC, especially when he smiled and winked that certain wink.

Running breathlessly side by side, CC let out a low whistle and Sweet Pea came dashing from the barn entrance, already saddled with her night time blanket! Looking at CC with an “omg!” look of shock, she burst out in giggles at the absurdity of them both running with adrenaline, as they left the barn. Knowing that they had to hurry to mount the horse and fly like an eagle down to wherever it was that CC was taking them, CC lifted her first on to the back of Sweet Pea. Then CC commenced to mount the horse as he slid on tight behind her sweet ass with his hardened cock, which secretly communicated to her ass who was gonna schlick it to the high heavens and back: CC!

Cueing Sweet Pea with an extra firm foot nudge and an extremely loud command, CC prodded the horse into a full gallop. Holding her tightly with is right arm and hand, he held on to the reigns with his left hand; and likewise she held on tight to CCs legs with her legs wrapped around his, as they galloped at full speed toward the train that was coming up the mountain.

Each time Sweet Peas hooves hit the ground, it rammed her garden - making her eyes roll back into her head with anticipation of CCz cock impregnating her with his energy. Just when she didn’t think she could sustain another jolt to her garden, CC in his brooding, tense and dark voice that was heaving with emotion cried out - “See it coming, the locomotive?”

In the near distance, she could see the light of the train. “It’s slowing down, Hon. I’ve arranged for it to stop and pick us up for a midnight ride to watch the ocean waves as I make love to you” CC said, as he slowed Sweet Pea to a stop and gently slipped his fingers into her garden to taste of her desires. As soon as his fingers penetrated her, she let out a moan of heated desire. CC buried his mouth onto her neck like a vampire: sucking and kissing her into a heated passion that caused her his to match his rhythm – her hips thrusting back to meet his cock. Dismounting with ease and his hand never leaving her body, he guided her off the horse. “Lift your leg Hon,” he cooed gently with his boding desire and guided her legs to receive his strong arms, waiting to help her off the horse. Commanding Sweet Pea to hold her position, he slid her dress up and tasted of her honey as she slid off onto his face, seemingly. He held her in position and greedily ate from the lips that held her throbbing pearl. Filled with her taste, his mouth released her and as he eased her off Sweet Pea, he smoothed her dress and netted stockings. His mouth, filled with the taste of her loveliness, engulfed her with his fiery kiss. As he kissed the last morsel of desire from her body, he explained, in broken steamy breaths “We wait here for the train to pick us up; then I’ll have my way with you soon.”

The train eased to a lumbering stop and waited for them to board. As soon as the engineer received the signal from the conductor on the caboose, the train lurched with chugs as it resumed its heavy labor by continuing to the top of the summit on the mountain which led to the curved descent: moonlit vistas of a foreboding sea, where waves surged onto a beach, littered with wood debris.

Once she and CC fell into the berth that awaited their arrival, she held onto the bedding as she fell backward onto the bed. Following her body, CC went with the fall onto softly pillowed bed and caught his breath as he directed her gaze to the coast, drenched in moonlight.

A soft smile lit her face as she took in the beautiful view – she nestled in his arms while the train gently cradled them with a motion that matched their desires.

“You’re so good to me” a soft welling of tears filled her eyes, as she spoke to him. Stroking his arms that held her and reaching up to softly pet his head while he smiled a nuzzling smile, his eyes filled with a serious wanting: CC began to undress her and remove the straps from her shoulders. Unzipping her carefully and helping her to shed her rustling dress, he slipped the dress from her body as he gazed at her beautifully shaped breasts and nipples which crested with molten desire. Her netted stockings, held by lacy garters, beckoned to be touched by his hands: Slipping her shoes off, like his hands had done a million times before, the scent of her nectar escaped as she spread her legs to him in submission. Hot with explosive passion, she lifted her flowing tresses onto the pillow under her head. Kissing her quivering thighs, he made his way to the treasure that bore his name.

Gasping, as he sucked the nectar from her pearl, his body relaxed into hers as he ravaged her garden for every drop of desire that was produced by his touch. Massaging his head while he ate from her, she moaned in pleasure from the feelings that rippled through her being.

Coming up for air, CC began to crawl atop her body. Stopping for a moment to reacquaint her breasts to his mouth, his broken dialect heaved a final request:

“I want to give you my baby and make you pregnant with my love. Are you ready for me to enter you?” CC breathed heavily, as she conveyed with silent eyes her approval. She wanted all of CC inside of her. Pounding her being with his pent up energy, he guided his bulging cock into her garden. Sliding deeply into her velvet garden, she felt the pulse of his cock, his deepest desire. Gasping, as he sunk his cock deep inside of her, he sunk his tongue into her mouth and kissed her: Each kiss cycled the fervor mounting between the two of them. Their pent up desires pounded into each other, like the surging tide of the ocean. Each wave more intense; each one designed to leave a deeper mark: one in which neither would ever forget.

Her cunt met each pounding thrust of his desire.

“Hon?” she panted breathlessly!

“Yes dear,” as he kept thrusting his desire into her.

“Do it harder!”

Heeding her wish, he pounded her with more force.

“Baby, is this how you want it?” as CC’z eyes held hers.

“Oh, Yes! Yesss! Yesssssssss!” she melodically sang back to him as he intensified his fuck.

As he dove into her with force unknown to either of them, he fell onto her breasts with his sweaty body and took her mouth into a kiss, filled by his dominance. Moaning with pleasure, he released her mouth that craved him and he looked deeply into her eyes. Rocked by the cradling of his fuck, she quickly took him by stealth attack and flipped him on his back. Holding his hands above his head while never letting his cock out of her, she lightly kissed his biceps and licking the sweat from his chest, she looked into his eyes with heated embers of blue and asked: “Do you like this Hon? Is this how you like it?” countering his fervent affection.

Out-maneuvering her on the bed, CC managed to reassume his position: his cock never leaving its safe and loving environment. Holding her hands above her head, he managed to bind her wrists into place with a silk scarf that had been draped over the pillows. Smiling, because he knew he had captured her, CC lovingly kissed her into frenzied passion. Her legs still quivering from the explosions of desire that his cock had pounded into her, he pulled out of her and kissed his way down to the divine ecstasy of what was his and his only.

Sucking and pulling on her pearl mischievously, he thrust three of his fingers deeply into her cunt. Massaging her velvet throbbing wall, his other hand slid down over her hips and parted her ass. With his forceful fingers manipulating her wall, his other hand searched for entry into her ass. Filling up every pore of her body, CC emptied his energy with full force. Never wanting her body to forget how it felt to be filled by him. Her body never forgot how it felt to be penetrated by his boding and forceful desires – Only he could satiate her passions.

Just as CC entered her for the umpteenth millionth time, they both exploded into a cosmic orgasm.

Lying in post-orgasm upon their bed of love, he untied the scarf that bound her hands and fell onto body as they reverberated with ecstasy. Burying his face into her sprawling hair on the pillows, their breathing was heavily laced with blissful release. The train gently rocked them to the slow motion of the locomotive, as it lumbered lazily through moonlit pines that lined the rails of the route. Cradling each other in sated emotional bliss, they drifted off into slumber – dreaming only what lovers dream.

As the trained crept against gravity defying odds of a new summit, they had no idea what lie in store ten miles ahead…


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Dearest Diary,


Anne Frank once said: "I've learned one thing: you only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true character!" (September 28, 1942)

I can't help but totally agree with her. Sometimes all a person can do is, float it back to the universe. The gift you give to me is precious: in and of itself.


I've noticed that Fall is on its way to where I live in the mountains...


From my heart of hearts,
I’m Yours Faithfully

[Kätzchen]

I just wanted to thank members here for reps I have been given on my Diary story. Writing erotica is a challenge for me, seriously. My writing skills in the academic arena is where I am most skilled.

My focus as an academic writer is finely honed in that when I add to other scholarly works, I am either expanding or adding pertinent materials to previous theorectical applications or if necessary, I dispute theoretical applications/postulations and build clarity into the thesis I present as I counter argue specific points in prior scholarly works. That's my expertise as a scholar and academic when I author works of that particular sort.

To excel as an author outside scholarly works, I need an editor - not to mention a few other unmentionables. LOL! I like that forum thread that Anya started for 'bad writers:' Go Anya!!!



~D

[Kätzchen]

As Dayle and Nikita drove with fevered imaginations to the destination stop, they relentlessly argued about everything from failed banking transactions, appointments with each other that they missed: Lack of deep sleep to reasons of why they were driving like maniacs on a highway darkened by the shadows of huge Redwood trees to the chasm of aimlessly dense fog that engulfed them.

“Why are we driving to that pick-up point?” Nikita questioned Dayle, with pointed delivery of tone.


“Because CC would do it for me,” Dayle hissed, “if I ever needed a secret means of getting back to home with you, Nikita” as hy drove with continued fervor, trying to make sure they made it to the pickup point, where Hy and CC had arranged to meet.

“All I want is time just for us without us having to do X, Y and Z for your friend CC,” remarked Nikita, giving voice to her deeply felt anxiety.

“Nikita, can we put this conversation off until we accomplish this task,” Dayle feverishly pleaded with her as he drove frantically on the foggy highway.

Laying Hys hand on Nikita’s thigh, Nikita took Dayle’s hand and held it tightly. Deliberately sighing with anxiousness, she just wanted to be home again with Dayle and have Hys undivided attention. She silently assured Dayle, by firmly holding Hys hand, indicating she was willing to set the conversation aside; because even though she really wanted the conversation to continue, she knew when Dayle was genuinely frustrated by hazardous road conditions.

It seemed as though the fog deepened with each curve of the road. The road became more treacherous because of black-ice conditions. All it would take would be one failed maneuver in driving and they would be completely helpless; as now they were in a cell free zone and no town in site for miles to get help, should they lose control of the truck Dayle was driving.

Dayle was worried about why Hy hadn’t seen the locomotives’ engine light because hy had been able to see the train weave in and out of the timbered foliage – well, until the fog became so dense. Hy was thinking that they should have come upon the train crossing by now and it worried Hym that maybe they had missed the pickup point: right before the train tressle crossed a canyon that dropped off into a gorge, which led to the violent surge of the ocean near Whaler’s Head Bay. Hy had been watching the odometer on the dash of the truck because in the fog, Hy couldn’t see anything and had to rely on the device to cue him for the point of destination. Just as the odometer rolled past mile 43, Dayle slowed down. Carefully seeking a turn-out place in the fog, the road seemed to have no direction, no rhyme or reason.

“Something isn’t right!” Dayle sighed heavily. “We should have been there by now. Where the hell is it, this place we should be waiting at?”

It was just about then, that the dueling, bickering, angels appeared on Dayles’ shoulders.

“See! I told you SO!” the ‘bad-boi’ angel spoke on one shoulder.

“Don’t listen to Hym!” replied the ‘good-boi’ angel on the other shoulder.

“I told you to shut UP!” glared the ‘bad-boi’ angel on one shoulder, back to the ‘good-boi’ angel on the other shoulder.

“Don’t listen to Hym, or Hy’ll drive you Car-razy!” argued the ‘good-boi’ angel, in defense of honoring the most logical of thoughts.

“lalalalalalalalalala!” shouted Dayle’s conscience over the bickering angels, dueling in their own private inferno!

It was just about then, when Nikita realized that something was going on in Dayle’s mind while driving. Hys driving became erratic as they accelerated over a small hill. And as they were descending into what appeared to be hairpin curves, Nikita and Dayle exchanged a moments-quick kiss. Upon entering the third harrowing curve with frightful speed, Dayle and Nikita both gasped as they realized what lay in front of them: railroad cars that had encountered derailment and had sprawled onto the highway haphazardly: With only a second moments notice to apply the brakes to keep from plowing into the derailed train cars!

“DAYYYYYLLLLLLLLE,” Nikita screamed!

And with that, Dayle let go of Nikita’s hand and focused on saving them both from the fate of dying while slamming into the cars.

Dayle rapidly swung the steering wheel into a 180; but they slammed the back of the truck into one car, which caused them to ricochet into another derailed car - all the while (still in consciousness) Dayle kept maneuvering the truck with each time it slammed into another obstacle.

When they finally came to a halt after the impact they both lay unconscious, as if stunned by the magnitude of the impact. Certainly now, there were no more bickering angels for Dayle to listen to and certainly it appeared that there were to be no more complex conversations to manage with Nikita.

And there they all lay amid the train wreck of the century: the fog deepening with each surge of the ocean below, and the eeriness of an early fall morning signaling a silent opus, yet to begin, with an electrified fever…



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Dearest Diary,

The final assent is yet to begin upon the Everest of all mountains. Each precipice must be carefully mounted because the journey has many unknowns yet to be negotiated. I know it’s been awhile since I’ve had time to record my thoughts --- but you know how time is so precious and how many objectives I’ve yet to accomplish. Time is of the essence. And today, that essence calls me to pay attention to details.


And, just how is it that time passes so quickly?

The answer is so simple, yet ever so complex: Isn’t that just amazing?

I never fully knew just how magical this flight would be. Even with the unforeseen events, this passage in time has become quite the most notorious of ‘carpet rides’ yet.However, antiquated details or not, I find that I’ve still yet to come to terms with personal loss in life: That of my brother, whom I silently remember today with this poem.

Wherever you are today Mike, I know you know those unforeseen items on my menu. This poem is for you, my sweet baby brother, who left for who knows where in time *** (See, side note below).


It’s just like J. William Fulbright once stated: “In the long course of history, having people who understand your thought is much greater security than another submarine.”

***Side Note: I write poetry as a way to cope with stressors in my everyday life existence. Be it perceived losses I experience with members of my family to loss of any relationship I value in life or even stress I experience as a joy filled moment, I use poetry as a means to help me mediate and provide balance to my life.

A Death, by Insanity

It happened one day
Just out of nowhere
I was minding my own business
With not even one care

When out of the blue
Staring right back at me
Was the reflection of a sadist-
Channeling: “You’re crucified, to a ‘T’!”

How dare this happen
At a time like this
When I’m starved for your affection
or even your 'deep kiss'!

But the blackness of this magic
Was returned back with a stare-
Revealing a deeper revelation:
More like a nightmare.

I calmly replied, being ever so steely
“Blood to this ‘T’, are like diamonds to rust;
A revel-some lust that will expand and bust
Only to reveal: a death, by insanity.”

The lips in the mirror began to explain:
“Your memory serves you well.
Now go forth, and be sane!”

Oh! What a day that will be, one morn’
More like an epiphany:
Echoing the fragrance of a rose
As if nicked by a thorn

It is: sweet jubilee.

LDS © September 2nd, 2007

[Kätzchen]

Dearest Diary,

It would seem that I've not had time for you; but I've thought much about you lately in my private domain.

Today, all I have are poetic thoughts: thoughts about natural changes in the environment -and- how it seems like my life personifies, naturally, seasonal change.

When I have more time, I'll be back. But for now, this poem is all I have to give.

Until then,
I’m Yours Faithfully

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Beneath the Winter Snow

Every season brings its change:

Spring with its scented rain,
Summer with its incredible sunshine; and
Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain.

Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change,

Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope --
The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup,
Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope.

Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany,

Your Star leads me through the darkness of night.
Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon
My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light.

Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love:

Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow;
Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized
Beneath the Winter Snow.

LDS © November 2007

[Kätzchen]

That night, the train, on the rails that gave way to the catastrophic collision of mangled iron and sprawled cars, laid in wreckage - unknown to those who lived in those parts. It seemed as though hours had passed but in the darkest hours before dawn, something eerily came to pass - as foretold by the horrifying ‘grizzly’ that night in the cave, where she and CC encountered the much revered apparition that bellowed out its warning to them as they stared in utter disbelief.

Not once, but twice, CC had been tinkering with the message that they both had heard that day. But, it never once occurred to CC that the bear had tried his best to forewarn him of this: that those who trespass on the territory of the sacred native burial grounds would pay a price – the price of not knowing any better, when making entry into worlds not fully understood by humans. Of course, one way to understand any kind of mystery is to examine details that lead toward any type of ‘accident.’

Lying there, not quite fully cognizant of what had fully transpired, CC managed to see that she was still unconscious yet breathing, which seemed to be a relief of sorts. Gathering Hiz wits about Hym, CC donned Hiz clothing and carefully etched Hiz way out the chamber where they had been just moments before, experiencing the most mind-boggling of orgasms: the type that always go down in ‘history’ right before the ‘fall.’ Sarcastically, CCs brain reiterated all the scenario’s that came to mind: What kind of fall would Hy experience? Why did Hy have to fall? Would Hiz sweetheart ever wake back up again? Why the hell did the train have to have an accident just now? Where were Dayle and Nikita? Remembering that Hy had asked Dayle to follow the train’s path down the canyon to the ocean beach, Hy slowly made Hiz way toward an opening in the wreckage of their train car. Carefully assessing the dire position of balance the cars were in, CC scanned the premises to orient Hymself to the cataclysmic arrangement of the exact position they were in. In the distance (about 100 feet away), CC could see Dayle’s truck. Oddly, it seemed as if Dayle and Nikita were not in the truck, but his mind wasn’t cooperating with him - or so he thought! Looking toward the ground below, CC could see that it was safe to jump from the car without too much trouble. As soon as CC jumped down, Hy made Hiz way toward the truck and tried to rouse Dayle to consciousness but was unsuccessful. Carefully, CC lumbered along the driver’s side of the vehicle assessing damages. Dayle’s door was crunched beyond recognition and parts of the door window, the windshield and the window of Nikita’s door, were shattered. It appeared that they took several hits, before colliding with the trains’ cars. CC began to see if Hy could open the doors of the truck.

“Dayle, are you awake?” whispered CC with his deeply accented voice.

Dayle eyed CC with a look that of an injured person. Hy seemed to be coherently looking at CC but in the moments that progressed, CC managed to open the door and help Hiz friend come back to life.

“CC, what happened? I’m so glad you are here! It was so foggy and Nikita and I came upon the wreckage without the ability to stop,” Dayle was trying with all Hys might to explain what Hy thought had happened.

“Dayle, don’t worry about all that now. The girls are not okay: they’re both still conked out and we have to figure out a way to help ourselves and summon help to get them home or to the hospital” CC ‘z voice gave away the dire situation they were in.

Realizing that Dayle was coherent once again, CC managed to help Dayle out of the vehicle and while Dayle’s orientation revived, Hy experienced shock again to see the extent of the damage. Meanwhile, CC quietly assessed damage from a different angle: The angle of how the hell they were going to summon help to the scene of the wreckage.

It was about that time that Sweet Pea appeared from the timbered shadows, snorting her famous neighs that only those who knew this giant of a beast of a horse would know.

CC was never so glad in all Hiz life to see Sweet Pea! Sweet Pea had the deadliest kick this side of the Rockies. She also was the damnedest smartest horse with built in intuition - like that of a submarine’s radar that bleeps while hovering at depths unknown in uncharted seas. That horse was the know-all of the end-all, in all things! There Sweet Pea stood, as if led there by some unknown being – like an angel leading Sweet Pea to their rescue. Saddled in all her glory, she brayed to CC.

“Dayle, do you feel well enough and alert enough to hang on while I ride for help?” CC asked. Searching for approval in his eyes, he got his answer in spades: “Yes, I’m able to watch over the girls and see to them while you ride for help,” Dayle replied.

“Good, because before I go, I have to get her out of the train and get some blankets down here for both of the girls and make sure you have what you need until I get back with help” CC roared, as Hiz adrenaline kicked in.

And with that, CC made Hiz way back to the car where Hiz sweetheart lay unconscious from the train wreck of the century. Once back inside the car, Hy fumbled toward the entry of the cabin that they made love. Wafting up Hiz nostrils, her scent indelibly fed Hiz energy into overdrive. Looking upon her, lying on the bed in a crumpled heap of innocence, CC carefully gathered all the spare blankets he could find and the pillows that lay haphazardly around her. Before Hy left the chamber, Hy leaned over her and kissed her cheek, willing her spirit to live on past the hours that crept by all too quickly. Hurriedly, CC handed the blankets to Dayle. With a grave look to Dayle, CC remarked, “put some blankets around Nikita and save a few for my sweetheart – I’ll go get her now, so hurry!”

Just then, Sweet Pea let out a quiet bellow indicating that CC was being too slow with Hiz ways. CC whistled, cuing Sweet Pea to come forth and wait. CC always had a secret signal for Hiz sweetest of equines - Hiz adorable and loving Sweet Pea who knew every secret about CC since the day she was bottle fed in the barn. Sweet Pea positioned herself next to the car of the train awaiting CC’z arrival with Hiz wounded lover. Hiz biceps bulged, under the tremendous stress of weight from carrying her on a teetering car that was ready to fall over the edge into the surging and violent surf of the ocean below.

“Dayle!” shouted CC, toward the crippled and mangled vehicle where Dayle had been arranging the blankets around Nikita. “Come mount Sweet Pea and I’ll place her on your lap; then I’ll get down and take you both back to the car,” he heaved with seriousness.


“Let’s ease her down, Dayle…” CC was nearly in tears as Hy tenderly spoke to Dayle. “Damned, if we aren’t a bunch of nitwits constantly falling and bumbling around in the universe… I wish I knew the magic words that kept the ‘Klutz Fairy’ away for awhile, but I could use those bickering angels at a time like this” bellowed CC with searing righteousness that was only trumped by Hiz godly anger!

Carefully, CC laid her to rest on the blankets that Dayle had arranged on the back seat of the truck. Placing a pillow under her head and surrounding her with four warm blankets, CC gently kissed her mouth and nibbled on every part of her precious face. Tears welled up in Hiz eyes. How the fuck was he to know that the train would derail and ruin the most romantic night Hy had ever planned yet for them? Coming to grips with the force of Hiz own constrained arrogance, CC willed Hymself to ride Sweet Pea with bravery and act quickly to save her and Hiz friends that risked (just about everything) for Hiz happiness. Hy helped Dayle off Sweet Pea and gave Dayle a part of Hiz ration of food that Hy kept in the saddle bags for emergencies. CC took out a flare, some matches and a tiny mirror and handed them to Dayle.

“This will have to do until I get back. I’ll go fetch any other blankets I can find for you Dayle and then I’ll move with the winds and fetch the help we need. There’s an old farm stead up the way a piece and I’ll go see if there is a phone or anyone who can summon more help for us. Use the flare in case of an emergency: like if the land starts to move or the train snaps off the rails and accidentally makes contact with the vehicle that could place all of you at risk of going over the edge. When all this is said and done, I’ll make it up to you Dayle: And I want to tell you that I know of no one else that I’d rather have stand as my best “man” at my wedding than you. You’ve always had my back and been my best friend – even when the chips are down and the royal flush threatens to spank my financial hide!”
Just then, it started to snow. Flakes were gently piercing the foggy mass of air that hovered above them. “There’s no time to lose” muttered CC and Hy mounted Sweet Pea and headed for the farm that Hy knew to be not more than 3 miles away.

Slowly, Dayle got back in the vehicle and took a blanket in order to help him regain some body warmth. Resting Hys head on the bent steering wheel for a moment, Hy quickly uttered a silent prayer of safety for them all; as it all seemed so overwhelming, the sudden turn of events. Over and over, in Hys mind, Dayle was doing what CC had been doing earlier – wondering how the fuck something like this could have happened. Weren’t they all just having the times of their lives? Was not the supper and dance at CC’z just the bomb? Didn’t they have the best hair-brained idea ever to plan all these fake incidents that were supposed to lead to a formal proposal of marriage – the marriage of the century, meant for two of the most wonderful people in the world?

Meanwhile, the falling snowflakes were becoming bigger and the fog was silently deepening around them in the mangled vehicle. Ever once in a while the train wreckage moaned and made eerie noises – as if a sinking ship were making the same creek-like noises on the sea.

Not far off though, CC and Sweet Pea were making time up the steep terrain of the canyon they had just descended from. It was a good thing that CC had thrown his leather jacket over her shoulders when they left the barn on the ranch. It was getting so cold and with the snow coming down, the air was becoming a frigid adversary as one could see exhalations coming from both CC and Sweet Peas’ nostrils.
“Hiiiii, Hiiiiiii-ja” bellowed CC as he cropped Sweet Pea to pick up speed. Sweet Pea whinnied back in agony under the blunt force of CCs overwhelming need to get there, yesterday! Sweet Pea dug her hooves into the earth and willed her strong muscles to carry CC up the hillside.

At that moment, Sweet Pea sensed something from afar – something that didn’t even register on CCs radar, which was usually impeccable -perfected by a finely tuned pitch. Sweet Pea reared under CC with such trembling ferocity, that is was all CC could do to remain balanced. Sweet Pea raged and reared and spun them in circles, but not without CC having seen the terrifying shadow: The shadow of a Grizzly Bear!

Seizing Sweet Peas’ reigns, CC acted with military precision, as if in battle. “HAWWWWW” CC bellowed, changing their course of direction! Instantly, Sweet Pea and CC raced in the direction which would keep them to the farm nearby. “Holy FUCK” shouted CC in his mind, as Hiz heart raced with terror! It seemed as though this would have killed any other human being! At a dead-bolt racing gait, Sweet Pea instinctively sped as if running for her life – and she was at that, as well as CC!!! Deeper and deeper into the heavily timbered landscape, they rode for their lives hoping that the Grizzly had been an apparition, but sadly they knew different.

It was just about then when legions of invisible beings protected them, and those left at the scene of the train wreck, from what would come next…


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Dearest Diary of mine in Blue:

What we all need now is love, sweet love.

Until then,
I’m Faithfully Yours

[Kätzchen]

It had been months, since that day on the train that wrecked in the canyon along the coast line. Up on the Green Springs Plateau, along the beautiful creek that passed though CC’s property sat all four of them on a blanket – sharing southern friend chicken, German potato salad, and waiting to slice into the freshly baked apple pie made the night before.

“Darling?” she asked politely, with a sly smile on her lips and her voice drenched in a lovely musical melodic tone. “I don’t remember much of what happened that day, outside what the nurses told me in the hospital. I always wondered what became of the Grizzly that stalked you and Sweet Pea… and Nikita? How was it that you and Dayle got back to safety?”

Pouring some ice cold German beer for all of them, CC burst out in chuckles: “Hon, it’s so hard to explain but I’ll try,” as CC passed the cups to all of them!

“You see, when I was speeding away like a bullet on Sweet Pea we made it to the farm nearby and called for help. As it was, a State Trooper happened to be near the vicinity and had picked up the urgent call from the Train Conductor. Before he sped to the scene of the accident, he came to the farm and picked me up and we both raced back to the accident with many others who heard that call too. When we got there, all of you were seemingly fast asleep, but we packed you all up and then got others out to safety. Amazingly – no one was lost in the sprawling wreckage and interestingly enough, not long after everyone was transported back to the hospital for evaluations and medical assistance, the Rail Road was there to take care of all the wrecked cars and the locomotive that rested precariously on the other side of the bridge. The owners of the farm that I went to, took the time to care for Sweet Pea and took her home to the barn and brushed her down and after feeding all the animals and checking to make sure plenty of fresh water was available for the cattle, they radioed back to the sheriff to make arrangements for the property to be cared for while I sat with you all in the recovery room,” CC mused as he leaned over to kiss his new bride on her lips.

“ummmmmmm,” she moaned as CC kissed her mouth. “Hon, when you do that my temperature rises to high that I feel like I’m on fire!” Her lashes veiled her eyes and she blushed with deep crimson reds at his touch. “Prost, to you Dear,” as they all raised their cups in mutual adoration for CC and his bravery that saved the day!

Dayle leaned over to kiss Nikita as they sat eating and sipping on the ice cold beer. Anyone watching this intimate moment being shared by close friends (such as they were), felt complete admiration for them all as one knows, when trouble happens, it’s a good day in Paradise when one can escape irreparable harm.

“CC” began Dayle, “Nikita and I have wonderful news to share with you both, don’t we dear,” said Dayle smiling that smile to Nikita!

“Ja,” winked Nikita, back to Dayle!

“When you both got married down by the Gazebo, on your property, a few weeks ago, Nikita and I talked about tying the knot; and her parents invited us to spend our honeymoon in Austria and take residence there if we wanted to stay on!”

“OH MY!” she exclaimed with bright eyes, while looking at CC! “I’m so happy for you that you are getting married,” she said as tears began to fall gently down her face. Looking to CC, with her eyes in that certain way, her gaze returned to Dayle and Nikita and she said, “When are you getting married? Do you need help? What will we do when you’re both gone?”

CC snuggle shuffled on the blanket closer to his bride and wrapped a lone arm around her waist and gently snuggled her ear with a loving nip. Catching her by surprise, they both fell backwards onto the blanket and fell into a deep embrace with a long stormy, deeply held kiss – and when they gazed into each others eyes, they realized something about losing their two best friends, if they chose to stay in Austria! With eyes huge as saucers, and having the remarkable ability to read each others mind, they both got ahold of themselves and immediately regained composure and asked in unison:

“When are you doing this?” they both chimed in together, as the soft wind coming from the creek carried their remarks with an echo.

Amazingly, Dayle and Nikita, answered in unison: “Next month! We felt that since CC’s original wedding plan date was moved up, due to the accident on the train, that we better make haste and follow suit!”

“That’s the BOMB!” she shouted with glee! Looking at CC, she had this ability to secretly signal that they needed to scrape up some rainy-day money and take some time to meet their parents and be there for their wedding – standing in as best friends to the couple!

“What ever you need Dayle,” CC drawled in his deep Germanic accent, like the expert brooder he was, “We’ll help you orchestrate it all and make sure that details are attended too properly.”

Time has passed so beautifully, that afternoon. All of them played with frolic near the river and the horses (and of course Sweet Pea) perked their ears, as if sensing an intrusion in the air. Of course, because both couples were experiencing magical energy from the wonderful get together on the river, they never thought to keep an ear perked for the horses.

It was about that time of the evening, when she had already stripped off her clothes and dove into the secret pool that CC and her were sharing on the river that CC took his shirt and jeans off, and standing there in all his buck-naked glory, that he dove into the pool and chased his sexy sweetie in the water. They both floated on their backs and were holding hands and observing the last rays of a wonderful sunset and stars peeking out of the heavens. Floating out of the current and into the safe harbor of the pool, CC slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and fondled her breasts and manipulated her cresting nipples – begging to be sucked and nursed on.

“I want you now,” CC moaned gently into her ears and kissed his way gently to her mouth – taking her into a deep kiss and communicating that he required an immediate need to be dealt with. Looking at his eyes and signaling the answer, she guided his cock to her garden and immediately the “dance” began, that seemingly lasted for hours: heaving moans, whispering sweet notions to each other, and pleasuring each other with their bodies’ heat – which was now on fire!

Not their bodies, mind you – but the FOREST!

Hearing Dayle and Nikita’s screaming the alert, both of them climaxed at once and looked at each other with knowing minds – but only CC has this to say:

“Baby, you always light my fire! But did you have to light the forest on fire, too???”

Looking at her loving husbutch, with eyes that only a femme can produce, she exclaimed: “Sweetheart? This is no time to make a joke out of something this urgent. For all we know that cattle are running amok, the house might be on fire and what about my car, Jezebel???” she looked at CC, with her own version of brooding eyes!

Lifting her out of the water and hurrying to put their clothes on and find Sweet Pea and meet up with Dayle and Nikita, it was about then that the darling klutz fairy arrived in all their glory…. And with a huge splash, she fell into the water and was carried off by the current screaming, “CC, help me, help me, help me, help me!”

And with that, CC dove into the water with all of his clothes on and raced to rescue her as she was being carried away by the rushing current to the falls that stretched and flowed magically over a 50 ft cliff…

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Dearest Diary,

Life is still changing by the moment; challenges abound; and still life keeps on evolving to new frontiers for me. If you can, and if you still hear my hearts' desire, send me a miracle - as surely, a woman like me deserves this bit of help as I climb the ‘stairway to heaven.’

From my heart of hearts,
Faithfully, I'm yours.