by Kaero Davis
Enter Scenario
I’d once heard of a mysterious beauty long ago, and since have travelled far and wide to where legend tells one might find her. I’ve braved extreme climates, fought wild beasts and native warrior tribes, survived on little food in barren wastelands and killed what little came along for meat. I found myself in hazardous, dangerous situations but overcome them in the name of the prize I seek, the glory for any who find – the lady of the lake. I’ve searched for her for so long, she’s become my main obsession – my main reason for being. My sole purpose. I must find her, I must. And I must summon her in such a way that she can see that I, me, am the champion of all champions. I have what it takes within me to become more powerful, more strong – more rich, than I could’ve ever dreamed. But her beauty, her beauty – it is said, to have never been nor ever will be matched. Any man that she takes to be hers lives long, is well respected amidst his peers and is feared by his enemies. That nothing can touch him, nothing can kill him so long as their love remains pure. I have been searching for her for a lifetime, ever since I was told stories to as a boy. I somehow knew that I wanted to make this my destiny. I knew that she could be all I’ve ever wanted and I would be a king – of fortunes I’d never run dry of. Luck just recently went in my favour because it just so happens, there was talk between a couple of drunkards and I’d overheard one of them saying he found where it was. Where she was. My obsession – the lady of the lake. I’ve been prepared for this for my entire life. I knew what I was going to say to her when I found her. I walked up to the intoxicated men and asked where one would find the supposed legend.
“It’s a few days hike from here headed north-west. There are a couple of camps along the way so you could restock, uh, why in particular are you so keen to visit the legend?” he asked.
“Curiosity mainly,”
“You don’t look like you’re from anywhere nearby this region…”
“That’s right, I’m a traveller – I’ve come from a good distance afar…”
“Yes, we know but why?”
“To see for myself if the legend is true?” I replied almost asking in a tone if it were so obvious that I couldn’t believe he’d asked.
“Knew that was coming,” the man’s friend said.
“I could save you a lot of time right now with the truth – and no, it’s not true – I’ve been up there myself and I must say nothing’s happened. No mystical woman appeared to offer me all the riches I’d dreamt, try it if you want – go there – do the thing, but you’ll see it won’t work,”
“I’m still going, I need to see for myself. Good evening gentlemen…” I bid farewell and left the bar. I mounted my horse and left headed for my dream destination. To the presence of the most mysterious, most beautiful, lady of the lake.
Lady Of The Lake
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Provide me riches like I’ve never seen,
I’m a champion, yours to bleed,
Let me do your deeds,
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Provide me the glory I’ve only dreamed,
I can make those evil men scream,
I shall do your deeds,
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Should you provide a laden feast?
I’ll ride forth and slay the beast,
I will do your deeds,
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Come, fulfil my every greed,
As strong as my will is to breathe,
I crave to do your deeds,
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Yours alone is the love I need,
A desirous hunger I cannot feed,
I lust to do your deeds,
Lady of the lake, I summon thee,
Free yourself to be with me,
Please say yes, please agree,
I yearn that you fulfil my need..
Exit Scenario
I had incited the invocation according to the legend but meant it with all the intent and desire my heart could give. It wasn’t too long that the beautiful clear water would thicken with various tones of blue and the goddess of the lake would rise to me. Her beauty was perfect, absolutely immaculate. She rose completely from the centre of the lake and tread atop the water gently, almost a glide. And she was humming a soothing tune with an extremely entrancing tone, mesmerizing, alluring. I looked to her eyes though she was bare and unclothed. And she drew close I looked down and knelt to the ground.
“Brave warrior, from the moment you approached, I could sense someone great in my presence.”
She leant down and placed her hand on my shoulder gently and suddenly memories flashed hind of my eyes. I felt as though she was looking back into my past and seeing every moment flash as I did. She pulled her hand away fast and dropped to her knees to face me.
“It is no chance that you were to find me, I believe it is destiny – tell me, do you believe in such things?”
“It is proof enough to me that you answered my call my lady. You’re the very something I’d dreamt of for a great long time, by far – my fondest tale to memory,”
“I am as mesmerized by you as your own curiosity to seek me. You are worthy like none I’ve met before you – for some time. I see you have a destiny for greatness, so I will be yours and aid you in your journey.”
“Thank you, my Goddess, – I will not fail you.”
“I believe you…”
Enter Scenario
“Eaten up and spat back out, over and again. What was the deal? Was it always me? What in the unholy fuck? All I thought I was doing was just being me but was that so wrong? Maybe there was something wrong – maybe what I was just wasn’t what type or style of girl I wanted – wanted herself. Quick fix though, after the heartache of course – stop being me. Be somebody fucking else. And after that assumption, I quickly changed, transfigured my persona to suit my taste in preference again. The whole shebang; outlook/ perception, physical appearance, personality, attitude etcetera. I was lying to myself half as much as I was lying to anybody else. Heartache hurts, and we get over it – with some form of rebellion but I wasn’t aware of the pain I was inflicting as equally on myself and going against my nature. How much does someone have to despair or hate themselves before they no longer even want to be themselves? I took that suit off and shoved it back in the closet with my other skeletons and boarded the doors of that closet, nailed it shut tight. I began living a lie, being someone, something else, killing off what little genuine emotion I felt left in my torn-up heart. I didn’t seem to matter much anymore to any one girl I pursued with my old ideals, my old nature, and I buried it. And somehow, I lost the damn I even gave about whichever woman I had pursued. Spiralling now into a consuming façade that never gave as much a fuck of them than they were prepared to give of me. Somewhere along the way after that, I think I lost another piece of my mind…” – Kutu.
Lie Lived By
And as if I thought I could not be destroyed,
The past has shown me as another girls’ toy,
Never wanted to make a lie to live by,
Just for others to hurt,
Never quite wanted to lie more so that I,
Wouldn’t just be dirt,
But one become many,
Changed my face, my heart, my mind,
Covered over all that I was once,
Left it all behind,
Lies break minds,
Mistrust breaks hearts,
We sacrifice lives to lie to live,
Lies break minds,
Mistrust breaks hearts,
We cannot gain,
Without so much as a little pain,
Never wanted to make a lie to live by,
Just for others to hurt,
Never quite wanted to lie more so that I,
Wouldn’t just be dirt,
But one become many,
Changed face, changed heart, changed mind,
Covered over all that I once was,
Left it all behind
Exit Scenario
“After a time, it was hard to really give a fuck about anything or anyone. Treating people as atrociously as I could so that I could never feel close to anyone again – and for a good lot of time. And that while, never allowing anybody else close to the me I locked away in the closet. That tendered, sensitive, generous, kind and loving nature I had buried. I wasn’t me anymore, and after a time – I had forgotten who I was, forgotten even where I had hidden that closet – misplaced it, I lost track of where I had intentionally buried my true nature. And after losing it – I had to rebuild me from scratch, difficult when you don’t have the faintest clue anymore about it – difficult when you no longer remember every little trait and attribute that distinguished you out from the rest. It’s been years now and I still feel as though I haven’t entirely recovered my past existence. I don’t feel I may even fully recover it ever – and I certainly don’t feel I’m anywhere near there yet. And now, I have all of these lies to sift through before I can even think I’m any closer to a full restoration of my original, genuine, authentic self.” – Kutu.
Enter Scenario
(A beautiful stranger of a woman approaches at a bar, pinches Brig on the arse and whispered seductively to his Ear);
Girl – “Hiya, how would you like to accompany me back to mine for a little fun?”
Brig – “Well, that, is going to depend on what your kind of fun entails,”
Girl – “I could think of a number of things but I could leave it up to your imagination,”
Brig – “Tell me then hot-stuff- can you be a bad, naughty girl?”
(She huddled in closer up to him, and he chanced a sly sneaky glance down the top of her dress, her hand still on his butt, she licked her lips and breathed a hot air down his neck and she then whispered);
Girl – “Honey, I could be a real bitch – but I’ll be your bitch if you think you’re worthy?”
(He turned to face her and she backed in to him and shook her hot little arse up against his groin, and Brig could feel himself beginning to swell with blood, pulsing,)
Brig – “now I’m going to have to stop you there, because I think you’re going to want to hear what I have in mind…”
Girl – “oh really, uh-huh (she squealed) I’m aching to know…”
Love Me Rough
Whoa man, I need it bad,
A head or a hind in my lap,
The roughest tussle ever had,
Whipped and spanked with a strap,
I can never get enough
Come measure up to my lust,
Give it to me hot stuff
Love me rough,
Bruise me, bite me,
Rape me, ride me,
Grope me, grind me,
Beat me, bind me,
I can never get enough,
Come, measure up to my lust,
Give it to me good hot stuff,
Love me rough,
Pet me into heavy breathing
Tickle me tender with your teasing,
Oil me up and get me greasy,
Got some urges to get feeding,
Whoa, I can never get enough,
Come and measure up to my lust,
Give it to me real good hot stuff,
Love me rough…
Exit Scenario
Girl – “Ha! Awww, you’re a bad boy – I think you need to take me home,”
Brig – “But can you deliver?”
Girl – “I’ll do more than that baby – I’ll make you cry, you’ll want it that bad,”
Brig – “Then let’s roll hot-stuff!”
(She wrapped his arm around her shoulder and guided both of them out of the pub. He motioned to his car and they strolled over to it, sat down in on the seats – and were out of there, her hands fumbling over Brigs’ groin.)
Enter Scenario
“Her touch tingles my senses, and I writhe and squirm under her gentle caress. Such innocent elegance, I want her to have it all. Oh, take it all baby, I just want to scream in intense ecstasy.
Oh my god how she excites me, HA, wow yeah jeez, I’d love to have me some of her right now, wooooh! I have rapid bursts of energy that just makes me wanna do the hundred metre dash like a dog stung on the arse with a pellet shot at it. She makes me want to run miles, yes indeed. However, since I know that’d bugger my chances getting lucky being drained of that energy – where I could use it up making hot and steamy, passionate love – I figured double me chances of getting some sooner by writing some rowdy limericks. And then maybe read it to her by candlelight.” – Ukod.
Master Of Complexity
There’s something deep inside you that I just want to feel,
You’ve got the very power to bring me to a kneel,
May I have a moment cause I’ve got time to kill,
Persuade a way to make your day, and entice with some thrill,
You’re truly quite exquisite my queen,
Beauty never matched so far as I’ve seen,
The like of which I could only dream,
You make me want to cream,
I’m really diggin’ what you’ve got,
You’ve got me feeling hot,
I feel that I may lose the plot,
But I just cannot stop,
I tremble as though I’m nervous,
Anxious to lend a service,
Because between us is a nexus,
Precious centre of my cathexis,
I love it when you pleasure me,
You can excite me into ecstasy,
And you do it just so leisurely,
A master of complexity.
Exit Scenario
“I know I’ll never find another like her, but I really wouldn’t want to anyway, how do you top having the best? I wouldn’t try. And after having the best, you can’t settle for less – I know I can’t, not me. And god knows I’m not anywhere near the resemblance of a simple man, no. I myself can be rather difficult to live with, but this she, this one woman who gives her all for me, to me – is a real master of complexity. Tough as nails, hard as diamonds and just as beautiful…and all mine. My Diamond, my one and only ever. My master of complexity.” – Ukod.
Enter Scenario
“The best of me I’m certain some may say is the worst of me. I’m bad but I’m good at it and she makes me evil. She magnifies what is already within me and I want to lure her, attract her affection with it. Corrupt all that innocence in a way – or, strip back the illusion of innocence and reveal what is little seen. Call me a snake if you want – I’ve got one, and it’s hungry for peach. I’m out snatch-hunting now and she’s locked in my sights. I’ll do whatever it takes to tempt her and if it means veiling myself with an illusion of innocence for myself – well, fuck, I guess I’ll do that too.” – Buo.
Morbid Embrace
I could sell my soul for your eternal embrace
Vampiric consorts of unearthly, unholy grace,
Twin hearts – twin flames, fingers trace,
A special place with a lethal pace,
Brave the depraved and partake in the crave
I want to be your slave and misbehave,
Drave my glaive to your luscious cave,
To waive my rave to captivate would send me grave,
Bite me babe, ’til it hurts,
It’s too good to dessert,
Your every gentle kiss drives me fucking wild,
Enticing a further want from me all the while,
I advance with a dark and deviant style,
But my pursu
it demands my tactic be agile,
You excite my heart and make it race,
I’m hooked on your faintest trace,
Smile spread wide on my face,
I have a morbid taste for your embrace,
Bite me babe, ’til I bleed,
Sink your teeth and taste and feed,
Brave the depraved and partake in the crave,
I want to be your slave and misbehave,
Drave my glaive into your luscious cave,
Waive my captivating rave and I might soon go grave,
I would sell my soul for your eternal embrace,
Vampiric consorts of unholy serene grace,
Twin hearts – twin flames – fingers trace,
A very special place with a lethal pace…
Exit Scenario
“To be honest, innocence – and an illusion of it don’t quite cut it for me, so what if they knew the truth? I could utilize it to my advantage just as much, equally so or much greater than still. They should know what they’re getting into – they might not go for ‘it’ every day – and why would I want them to do it forever when I get bored of it myself from time to time. Fun is only fun ’til it’s not any longer and then it’s just boring or plain irritating. I know I might irk some women, but it goes both ways and it’s probably better than pretending otherwise – I just wouldn’t bother. Some women though, I might say, excite me so long as it is a challenge. I don’t have the frame of mind very often to just settle for something serious, I couldn’t ever really, and I shouldn’t fool myself or another either. I might find it less painful telling them straight up. No one ever wants to find out later than sooner the other can’t handle what, who, or how you are. And I don’t think I’m ever going to ‘fit in’ with the type of morale society expects from an individual in general. I’m weird, morbid, and I might not make a lot of friends but there is no denying a fascination people will have with me. There’s always going to be a fascination of me even if people don’t like me – they still want a piece of me – even if it means them telling me how much they really don’t like me or think I’m weird or fucked in the head. The fact that they’re inciting some level of involvement with me proves to me there is, in fact, some kind of fascination – but I’ll always give it back as good as I get…” – Buo.