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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 11, 2007 1:52:36 GMT 9.5
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Post by ladygiry on Dec 11, 2007 6:17:14 GMT 9.5
Very nice vid.
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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 11, 2007 6:32:12 GMT 9.5
Thank you ;D
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Post by mirandafan on Dec 11, 2007 7:24:03 GMT 9.5
The video works really well. As always............. need I say what I'm thinking? I don't think so.
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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 11, 2007 7:35:32 GMT 9.5
hehe ;D thankyou so much
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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 14, 2007 21:40:37 GMT 9.5
They made a thread at her unofficial site about me *blush* they said who is Galindathegood and talked about my videos, I wanted to cry it's so sweet.
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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 15, 2007 11:00:10 GMT 9.5
;D
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Post by ladygiry on Dec 16, 2007 3:25:58 GMT 9.5
I wrote a Cinderella fan fic and I thought I'd post it here so I could get some imput from you gals:
Title: Insatiable Desire Rating: M Summary: Cinderella is dead and the Prince finds himself desiring the one woman he should hate more than any other.
He had been crowned king only a month ago and now he is a widower. His beloved Cinderella is dead of consumption and the entire kingdom has turned out to mourn. One glance at his wife’s lifeless form lying in the coffin is enough to assure him that she is as lovely in death as she was in life. But it is another figure that he spies out of the corner of his eye that catches his attention and forces his head to turn around: that of his late wife’s loathsome stepmother, the Lady Estelle Townsend. He should’ve known she would be there, trying to make it seem as if she felt at all sorry for the way she had treated her stepdaughter, although it was clear that she didn’t. The knowledge that she would most likely be in attendance, however, is not enough to prepare him for the sight of her, and his breath catches in his throat, nearly choking him. She is more beautiful than he remembers, and he recalls marveling over the fact that such exquisite visage could hide such a flawed soul. He watches as she tilts her head slightly towards her eldest daughter, her fiery red curls catching the sunlight and shifting to the side with the movement, revealing a long, slender white neck. The lines of her neck guide his eyes down to the expanse of milky white skin that is stretched between the crook of her throat and the place where the soft swell of her breasts is partly obscured from view by the broad neckline of her gown. He feels desire coursing through his veins, pumping throughout his entire body as his eyes sweep down, taking in every inch of her. The black velvet material of her gown tapers, molding to every curve of her slender albeit voluptuous figure, and the dark color contrasts drastically with the pallor of her skin and the flaming quality of the curls that tumble loosely down around her shoulders. His fingers clench together tightly and he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from her. He has never seen her look more beautiful than she does now, nor has he ever found another woman as desirable as he finds her at this moment. The pure lust, the relentless desire to take her and ravish her is so palpable that he can almost taste it. He has to swallow it back as he notices that he has caught her eye and she is making her way towards him. Each step she takes is light with a deliberate yet instinctive grace and, although her delicate features are set in a solemn expression, he cannot help but notice the way her full red lips are quirked upwards ever so slightly at the corners in what appears to be a half-smirk.
He realizes that he should despise her for daring to smirk in his presence; for daring to make it obvious that she isn’t at all unhappy about the fact that her hated stepdaughter is dead; for seeming to actually delight in the fact. But he doesn’t and, instead, feels almost intoxicated by it.
She is nearing him now and he knows he must not betray anything or give even the slightest hint that he feels anything for her other than contempt. “Lady Townsend,” he greets her, with what he hopes is an air of chilly dislike, “what a surprise.”
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She drops into a low, graceful curtsy, her dark eyes peering up at him through long lashes. “I came to pay my respects, Your Majesty,” is her simple response as she keeps her tone level and calm. This boy of a king is not going to get the better of her. “Pay your respects?” He repeats, his voice laced with a coldness that she senses is forced. “There is no need for you to utter such lies to my face. I, of all people, know how much you hated my wife.” She slowly rises to her feet as her eyes fixate themselves on his face, and she is thoroughly amused when his own eyes dart away to avoid contact. “Whatever animosity I had towards Cinderella is irrelevant,” she retorts. “How can I bear any ill will towards her now that she is dead?” She half expects him to throw her out for speaking to him in such a manner, but he does not. In fact, he only falls silent, still avoiding eye contact as he absently runs his fingers through his dark hair. “Is there a reason that you cannot look me in the eye, Your Majesty?” She inquires boldly, the half-smirk playing on her lips once more. “Of course not,” he replies, too quickly and still without meeting her gaze. The smirk widens almost cruelly and her amusement couldn’t be more obvious. “Then why are you avoiding making eye contact?” At that, he no longer has a choice but to look at her and his eyes meet hers for the first time and that one exchanged glance gives her all of the information she needs to know. She has always been skilled when it comes to recognizing when a man is attracted to her, and this one most certainly is. But she only smirks again. “There, was that so hard?” She is overstepping her bounds now, she knows, but she doesn’t care. She has nothing to fear from him: he desires her far too greatly to react harshly towards her. “I think it is time you took your leave, Lady Townsend,” is all he says, looking away again, clasping his hands behind his back. “As you wish, Your Majesty,” she responds indifferently and curtsies again before leaving. As she passes him, she deliberately allows her arm to brush against his, leaving a trace of her perfume behind. She watches him freeze briefly and stare after her out of the corner of her eye as she walks away, the slyest of smiles playing on her red lips. It isn’t that she’s attracted to the foolish boy-although he is rather handsome, she must admit. No, that isn’t it at all. But this is her chance to have the king, her wretched stepdaughter’s husband, at her beck-and-call and she isn’t moronic enough to let this golden opportunity pass her by. Besides, it had been far too long since any man had shown the slightest interest in her and it is a pleasure to be wanted. Even by him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ That night, he is haunted by the memory of her beautiful face and by the perfumed scent she had marked him with when she had brushed against him while departing. He is certain that the contact had been intentional on her part, although he cannot prove it. All he knows is that the arousal he had been fighting ever since he first saw her is now stronger than ever.
He tosses and turns in his large bed as he dreams of what it must be like to have such an intoxicating beauty pinned to the sheets as she writhes beneath you, gasping out your name in surprise and ecstasy. He wakes up twice in the middle of the night, soaked with sweat, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggles to steady his breathing.
This is crazy, he realizes. This was the woman who had tormented the love of his life for years! He should not be lusting after her at all, let alone so soon after Cinderella’s untimely death! But he cannot get those alluring dark eyes, those smirking red lips out of his mind and they are driving him close to madness.
After two days of this torture, he cannot take it any longer, and, in a lull of palace activity, manages to venture out alone towards her home. When he arrives, he only hesitates for a moment before knocking firmly on the door, only now coming to realize that he doesn’t know if her daughters are still living with her and wondering what he is to do if either of them answer the door.
He is in luck, for when the door swings halfway open, it is Estelle’s face he sees. She doesn’t appear surprised to see him, her lips once again curving into that smirk that he has come to relish the sight of, and he once again finds himself swallowing back the urge to take her right where she stands.
“Is there something I can do for you, Your Majesty?” She inquires, her eyebrows arching ever so slightly, her dark eyes seeming to dance with amusement, as if she already knows the answer to her question.
“May I come inside?” He manages to ask, forcibly keeping any tones of lust or desire from his voice.
“But of course.” She takes a step back as the door opens the rest of the way, and he sees for the first time that he has caught her in her dressing gown. This time when he swallows back his desire, he is certain the action is noticeable.
“You must forgive me for my current state of dress,” she remarks as she turns to shut the door behind him and the long slit down the back of the dressing gown comes into view; showing off long, shapely legs that are normally hidden by the skirts of her gowns. “But you caught me completely by surprise.”
“So I see,” is all he can say, his eyes riveted on those legs and traveling upwards towards the delectable curves of her hips. His self-control has never before been this badly strained and he is only seconds away from losing it completely.
She turns back to face him, one hand resting on one hip, one leg extended ever so slightly in front of her, a slender white ankle put appealingly on display. “Is there something you wish to discuss, Your Majesty?”
He opens his mouth only to find himself speechless and slowly shuts it, his eyes once again roving up and down her slender, curvaceous form. She is waiting for an answer, but he cannot give her one. At least not one that is verbal.
Her eyebrows arch again and she cocks her head slightly to one side as she says, “Well?”
That is all the prompting he needs, and he seizes her by her thin waist with a strong grip, pulling her to him, and kissing her luscious red lips with a bruising force. The taste of her is far more delightful than he had imagined and he deepens the kiss immediately without waiting for her response, his grip tightening almost brutally.
He is taken by surprise when she makes no attempt to break free from his grip and only responds to the kiss, her white hands flying up to hold his head in place as she rises on her toes so that their lips are at a more even level. It is only then that he realizes how tiny, how fragile she is compared to him, and this realization serves to strengthen his desire by giving him a sense of control over the situation.
In a bold, rash move, he pins her against the back of the couch, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and he is more than satisfied when she lets out a very faint yet still audible moan in response. He breaks the kiss a moment later, however, and his lips begin their assault on the soft, alabaster skin that the neckline of her dressing gown reveals. As he moves lower, he slowly dips her backwards so that she is bent over the back of the couch, her vibrant curls falling down behind her and brushing against the cushions.
“My, my, you are something else,” she manages to say, a low, seductive, laugh following. “So hesitant one moment and so forward the next. I’m beginning to think you don’t know what it is you want.”
“I know exactly what I want,” he shoots back, determined not to let her gain the upper hand, as one of his hands seizes the hem of her dressing gown, hiking it up to reveal a thigh that is as slender and pale as the rest of her. “And what I want, I will get.”
“Is that so?”
He glances up to see that knowing smirk of hers once again in place despite the fact that it is he who is in control this time, not her-or is he? He shakes the doubt from his mind and, with an unequivocal “yes,” captures her already swollen lips with his once more, pressing her more firmly against the couch.
It isn’t until one of his hands move to untie the belt that keeps her dressing gown closed that one of her hands seizes his tightly, stopping him. Unable to hide his exasperation, he exhales loudly, and pulls back so that he can look her in the eyes, his patience with her long since gone.
Her dark eyes meet his and she says in a tone of utter finality, “That is enough for now,” before pushing him away-his grasp haven loosened from pure shock-and righting herself.
“Enough?” He demands incredulously, his chest still heaving, his eyes still burning with impatience and lust. “We come this far and you stop me? Why?”
She doesn’t even look at him, only adjusting her dressing gown and smoothing out the now wrinkled material, as she says coolly, “You got the thrill you were seeking, Your Majesty. Save the consummation for another time.”
His brow furrows and his expression hardens, his exasperation with this woman knowing no bounds. “ ‘Another time’?” He repeats. “What makes you think I’ll be back?”
At that, she looks up at him, her dark eyes glinting, her lips curling into a smirk that is both smug and cruel as she answers with complete certainty, “You will be.”
He can only stare at her for several minutes, stunned into complete silence by the fact that she speaks as if sharing an unalterable piece of information.
The smirk doesn’t leave her lips as she turns away from him, starting to walk out of the room. “I’m certain you can see yourself out, Your Majesty,” she says, not glancing back at him once before disappearing from sight.
He only remains where he is standing, as if frozen still. A good five minutes pass before he recovers himself and heads towards the door, trying to ignore what he knows is true: he will be back. He has no choice.
End
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Post by EarlyBird on Dec 16, 2007 4:30:13 GMT 9.5
You already know what I think hehe, I was the first reader while in progress. I love it and you know I want more ;D your writing is amazing
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Post by mirandafan on Jan 4, 2008 5:49:41 GMT 9.5
I rented a DVD from Netflix that contained two short plays and one of them has Bernadette in it (it's called "The Last Mile") and she plays an opera singer getting ready to make her debut at the Metropolitan Opera. A clips been put up on youtube ;D youtube.com/watch?v=OZz5IfMeC4k
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Post by ladygiry on Jan 4, 2008 5:52:57 GMT 9.5
I rented a DVD from Netflix that contained two short plays and one of them has Bernadette in it (it's called "The Last Mile") and she plays an opera singer getting ready to make her debut at the Metropolitan Opera. A clips been put up on youtube ;D youtube.com/watch?v=OZz5IfMeC4kI love it. I just wish it was longer.
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Post by mirandafan on Jan 4, 2008 10:34:16 GMT 9.5
It looks like a great film. I especialy like how they do the scene with her memory of her brother. And her first scene (in the clip anyway) Is funny. I can't wait to get to see this one....among several others.
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Post by Libitine on Jan 4, 2008 11:06:04 GMT 9.5
woah. amazing ficlet. love that movie.
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Post by ladygiry on Jan 4, 2008 11:15:53 GMT 9.5
Thanks. I'm glad you like the fic.
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