just ignore and let this one die

I lost my shirt in a poker game with a crooked snowman, to win a Christmas gift for my true love . . .



Pep (Was it worth it?)

For the longest time I rest against Yosef, revelling in the sensations of being close to him. The way he feels, the way he smells, the way he is holding me.
"I love being dead" I think to myself and press myself closer him, my hungers rising rapidly and almost uncontrollably. I look up into his eyes, I can feel the surging blood beneath my palms and for the first time in a hundred years I tremble as my fingers slide over his hot skin.
I keep my eyes riveted on his as I nuzzle slightly where my cheek was previously resting. A fierce burning desire then suddenly sweeps me as I swiftly bite in to his flesh and lose myself entirely in the critical moment that comes with the first gush of life entering my body.
Immediately dead cells become revitalised and my whole body craves for more of him inside me. I crush myself desperately against him and drink with a ferocity I have seldom shown.
The thought, "God, this man is strong" passes fleetingly through my mind as he stands there with his arms wrapped around me, holding me, caressing me, letting me tear myself apart against him.
The world spins around us it seems and my body has never felt so alive with the lifeforce of another. It seems hardly credible to me that there can be so much life in one person.
I almost do come apart as I try to stop feeding from him, knowing I will kill him if I don't and yet never wanting that feeling to stop.
The conflict within me intensifies until I tear my gaze from his and force myself away in panic hoping that it is not too late. In my reeling state I staunch the bleeding and look up again at him. Focus returns slowly to his eyes, the look on his face, I know he felt deeply the pleasures of being fed upon, as have many before him though perhaps rarely as intensely as this.
I realise as I stand there collecting my own senses that his strength did not falter once and a surge of relief floods my already overloaded system. My head spins anew as I return to kiss away the wound that I left.
"Thank you Yosef" I whisper into his still hot skin, "Thank you".

I think SLink has a red leather trenchcoat. I've got a black one and a green one from there...

Ok first I faint from Gab and Yosef, then I hit my head trying to get up as I saw Pep's picture. I'm just going to stay on the floor for a bit

there was a word in there that struck me funny. "publicist". Why would a two time accused murderer former sargent have a "publicist"??? The family of the wife have a "spokesperson" (aka lawyer). The guy's got money. And there's two strong chances he's going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. (since he's a cop that may be very short). "mystery woman" is a gold digger who hit upon an easy mark IMO.

/me is now quite grateful for all the snow in front her house and the ice cold temps outside.

THAT'S why he has the bear in front of it.

Hehe.. wait til you see what Noir's got planned

Brenda! We're famous and stuff!

http://www.sluniverse.com/php/vb/general-sl-discussion/22329-list.html

Sadly I do have something to add:

http://www.newsweek.com/id/175944

Majel Barrett Roddenberry has died.

May she rest in peace. What a wonderful person.

OK- cn't find SLink in search... got an LM? If so, NoirReve Aluveaux is standing at home looking quite forlorn. Do you happen to be in world?

ETA - I did find the place just not a trenchcoat in the list

Brenda! We're famous and stuff!

http://www.sluniverse.com/php/vb/general-sl-discussion/22329-list.html

anybody know when Twilight opens?

I am at SLink. There are several red leather trenchcoats here: blackred, bloodred, darkred and red

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Slink/105/127/22

And here is Noir although she did not find a red trenchcoat...