Day 7: Masturbate at 13:56 to the following fantasy

Day 7: Masturbate at 13:56 to the following fantasy:

WOMEN:

Dark storm clouds were gathering over the Alpine mountain top as Emma finally reached the refuge. Where were the others? Where was her husband Edward? Perhaps they had fallen behind and taken the safe track back toward St.-Paul-des-Clercs and civilization, she wondered. Well there was no point in panicking now. Night was falling fast, and she would have to spend it up here all alone at the mercy of these peaks. Exhausted, she entered the deserted cabin and barely had time to strip off her drenched clothes and slip into the thermal sleeping back that Edward had thoughtfully giver her for their sixteenth anniversary, before a deep slumber overtook her naked body.

As even the moon retreated from the inhospitable horizon, strange and fitful dreams came upon her. She tossed and turned in the night, her feverish brow victim to wild imaginings, full of visions of werewolf-like creatures creeping around the cabin, circling, surrounding her with deep-breathing low whistles that seemed to hiss and crackle like FIRE?!!! Emma opened her eyes and shrieked in the empty night. There, across the room, stood tall, dark stranger. She held her breath in terror as he looked up from the fire he had lit in the wide hearth and stared at her inscrutably. His eyes seemed to contain worlds beyond her ken.

»Who-who are you? What do you want?« she cried. The man made no reply, but simply tossed another log onto the fire with barely a flicker of his powerful deep-veined forearm. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. Emma’s voice trembling.

»Look, no, I don’t know what is going on but…«

He silenced her with a look from his piercing green eyes that seemed to cut right through her. Before she even realized what she was doing, Emma raced through the door in a mad dash for freedom, through the door and out into a thick curtain of rain lashing down over her exposed skin. He caught up with her easily, his strong arms grabbing her by the waist and hauling her back into the cabin. She writhed desperately in his grip until she could no more. He held her still, stared into her eyes and finally spoke in halting English, in the manner of one who seemed above words.

»Don’t its too dangerous out there for you. You are safe here with me.«

And somehow she knew it was so.

The fire dispensed a warm glow to the room. Before she had even recovered from the onslaught of the elements, she was trapped in an embrace as powerful as any of Nature’s Furies. As the storm raged on outside, she stared into the infinite depth of his eyes. And then he was upon her, touching her deep withing, roughly of course but with infinite tenderness. Suddenly lightning struck a tree nearby, while its thunder covered her animal moans. He held her tight for what seemed an eternity, until the first light of dawn broke the enchanting spell of the mountain Gods had woven around them. And he was gone, as swiftly as he had come. Was it but a dream? Emma wondered wistfully, as she drifted off back to sleep smiling, her brow no longer troubled.

MEN

Two blondes. Doing it. Together.

Ok so first of all I’m NOT doing this!! What I decided to do instead was put images together that described the story that was being told as to not ignore today. Then… I actually READ the story and was cracking up because it immediately reminded me of parts of the Twilight Saga: Eclipse (go ahead call me a Twihard, laugh and keep reading). Granted its not exact but when you take out all the fluff in the story, look at all the similarities… change the cabin to a tent, and Emma to Bella…

Dark storm clouds were gathering over the mountain top as Emma finally reached the refuge, her husband Edward, a cabin with werewolf like creatures outside, where were the others… had they taken another way back to safety, he was a tall dark stranger with eyes worlds beyond her ken, his eyes cut through her, he caught up with her easily hauling her back to the cabin, he spoke in halting English like one who seemed above words, “its too dangerous you’re safe here with me”… she knew it was so, he touched her roughly but with infinite tenderness, dawn broke the enchanging spell… and he was gone swiftly as he had come, was it a dream… she went back to sleep smiling, no longer troubled.

… just saying… maybe Ms. Meyer participated in Day 7… or at least read it before that night she had her dream that created Twilight! So today I didn’t even have to create the images… check out these posters I found that pretty much look like teasers of this love story above…