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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Studio IMP - 5
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IMP Studio visit Part 2 Photos by Arthorse Jo - Jo Chang- creative documenter extraodinaire -http://www.chasearthorse.blogspot.com/
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IMP Studio visit Part 2 Photos by Arthorse Jo - Jo Chang- creative documenter extraodinaire -http://www.chasearthorse.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 28
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‘You should have this,’ IGirl pushed the pill at him.
‘What about you?’ Ben asked.
‘One for me too,’ she said.
She dropped the panadeine and passed him the bottle of water, watching him swallow his own pill without hesitation.
It would be only be a few minutes before the fairy took effect. For IGirl that seemed like an eternity. She was completely consumed, she could feel his pulse inside her throat. But it would be dangerous to prick him too soon. He was easily twice as strong and she couldn’t afford to panic him.
She pulled his shirt off and ran her fingers across his chest, tracing his nipples and belly button, the fine line of hair disappearing beneath his belt.
‘God your skin is so beautiful,’ IGirl whispered.
‘And you’ve got a great ass,’ Ben’s teenage hands were eager.
It was a shame his touch couldn’t match his body in beauty, IGirl thought as she pulled herself away from him and stood to undress.
Taking off her dress didn’t qualify as much of striptease but if she timed it well Ben’s tentacles would cease being an issue.
‘Don’t touch now, Ben. Be patient, I want to really want you first’ she said as she slowly peeled her dress over her head.
His eyes were glassing.
‘Whhaatt do...’
‘Nearly there…..’
He was out. Throat exposed on the concrete floor. So sweet. She straddled him and used her thimble to create a flow from the top of his neck, closing her mouth over it and letting the blood trickle into her desperate mouth.
When she swallowed it was syrupy, warm and tasted of iron and salt. She jerked and leeched on his neck. She felt her teeth, his skin, her lips, his blood, her stomach. God it was good. IGirl felt she could have drunk of him indefinitely. But there were consequences to that sort of indulgence. Consequences she was not ready to deal with. Ben’s shallow breath in her ear was a pertinent reminder of that. After a minute she pulled away, using a tissue to stem and clot the flow of blood.
First the sated feeling and now waves of euphoria. She felt soooo good, invincible really, like having just snorted a couple of lines of great coke without any of the associated heebie jeebies.
IGirl allowed her mind and body to flow in appreciation for a moment or two before surveying the scene. It would be another half an hour or so before Ben came to. She felt a stab of conscience at the thought of him waking alone and confused. But there was no room for conscience in her life now so she pushed it aside.
What she really needed to do was cover her tracks and get out of this concrete bunker. IGirl pulled on her dress and crouched back down over Ben’s body, adding a couple of passionless hickies to his chest. The bruising wouldn’t be as severe as the mark on his neck but they would at least diffuse the focus.
This park would be a no go zone for her now but it had fulfilled its purpose. In the future she would need to remind herself not to wait so long. It was stupid to think she could rely on Rowan.
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‘You should have this,’ IGirl pushed the pill at him.
‘What about you?’ Ben asked.
‘One for me too,’ she said.
She dropped the panadeine and passed him the bottle of water, watching him swallow his own pill without hesitation.
It would be only be a few minutes before the fairy took effect. For IGirl that seemed like an eternity. She was completely consumed, she could feel his pulse inside her throat. But it would be dangerous to prick him too soon. He was easily twice as strong and she couldn’t afford to panic him.
She pulled his shirt off and ran her fingers across his chest, tracing his nipples and belly button, the fine line of hair disappearing beneath his belt.
‘God your skin is so beautiful,’ IGirl whispered.
‘And you’ve got a great ass,’ Ben’s teenage hands were eager.
It was a shame his touch couldn’t match his body in beauty, IGirl thought as she pulled herself away from him and stood to undress.
Taking off her dress didn’t qualify as much of striptease but if she timed it well Ben’s tentacles would cease being an issue.
‘Don’t touch now, Ben. Be patient, I want to really want you first’ she said as she slowly peeled her dress over her head.
His eyes were glassing.
‘Whhaatt do...’
‘Nearly there…..’
He was out. Throat exposed on the concrete floor. So sweet. She straddled him and used her thimble to create a flow from the top of his neck, closing her mouth over it and letting the blood trickle into her desperate mouth.
When she swallowed it was syrupy, warm and tasted of iron and salt. She jerked and leeched on his neck. She felt her teeth, his skin, her lips, his blood, her stomach. God it was good. IGirl felt she could have drunk of him indefinitely. But there were consequences to that sort of indulgence. Consequences she was not ready to deal with. Ben’s shallow breath in her ear was a pertinent reminder of that. After a minute she pulled away, using a tissue to stem and clot the flow of blood.
First the sated feeling and now waves of euphoria. She felt soooo good, invincible really, like having just snorted a couple of lines of great coke without any of the associated heebie jeebies.
IGirl allowed her mind and body to flow in appreciation for a moment or two before surveying the scene. It would be another half an hour or so before Ben came to. She felt a stab of conscience at the thought of him waking alone and confused. But there was no room for conscience in her life now so she pushed it aside.
What she really needed to do was cover her tracks and get out of this concrete bunker. IGirl pulled on her dress and crouched back down over Ben’s body, adding a couple of passionless hickies to his chest. The bruising wouldn’t be as severe as the mark on his neck but they would at least diffuse the focus.
This park would be a no go zone for her now but it had fulfilled its purpose. In the future she would need to remind herself not to wait so long. It was stupid to think she could rely on Rowan.
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Friday, July 10, 2009
Studio IMP - 4
-IMP Studio visit Part 1
Photos by Arthorse Jo - Jo Chang
- creative documenter extraodinaire -http://www.chasearthorse.blogspot.com/
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 27
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It was a hike back to the car. She had parked behind the netball clubhouse on the other side, away from the line of cars and suburban houses edging the skate park.
‘Why’d you park so far away?’
‘Do you smoke bongs openly on the street?’ IGirl's heart rate was going to explode. Her hunger had reached fever pitch. She was so close.
‘Oh.. yeah…’ Ben seemed to accept her rationale and fell into step beside her.
Hey I’ve broken into that clubhouse before.’
‘Really?’ Bless his boasting soul she thought.
IGirl had scoped the whole area and chosen that spot because it was deserted and the car was shielded from the street. As long as no-one else got the same idea it was completely private. But getting inside the clubhouse would be even better, she wouldn’t have to tarnish the car with this ugly memory.
‘There’s no burglar alarm?’ she asked.
‘Nah,’ he laughed ‘nothing worth stealing.’
‘You’re really cool Ben. Hey, do you reckon we can get in tonight? Be really private,’ IGirl moved closer and ran her arm around his back as she said it.
‘Too Easy… be f#&*ing dark in there though.’ Cocky little show off, was playing right into her hands.
‘I might have a torch or something in the car.. You’re really sexy you know?’
‘Mmmm you too..’ he grabbed her around the waist and leaned in to kiss her roughly. She could feel the blood pulsing through the arteries in his neck. It sent tingles up her spine and she shuddered. Ben mistook her reaction for rapture, he kissed her harder.
Sh*t, maybe she was coming on too strong. IGirl needed to slow things down until she could get the pill into him.
‘You’re going to love being what I’m on, Ben,’ she whispered, pulling her mouth away from his, ‘let’s keep going.’
They reached the clubhouse and Ben shoved an old bin against the back wall to get at an ajar window. He hauled himself up to the ledge.
‘I’m just going to get a torch out of the car,’ IGirl said.
She got the camping torch out of the back and checked the thimble was easily accessible in the front pocket of her bag. The Blue Fairy was in there as well. IGirl pulled it out and felt along the ridge at the centre of the pill, distinctly different to the panadeine she intended to take.
‘Where are you Bel?’ he was inside the clubhouse.
‘Coming,’ she replied, turning on the torch and shining it into the dark .
‘Why’d you park so far away?’
‘Do you smoke bongs openly on the street?’ IGirl's heart rate was going to explode. Her hunger had reached fever pitch. She was so close.
‘Oh.. yeah…’ Ben seemed to accept her rationale and fell into step beside her.
Hey I’ve broken into that clubhouse before.’
‘Really?’ Bless his boasting soul she thought.
IGirl had scoped the whole area and chosen that spot because it was deserted and the car was shielded from the street. As long as no-one else got the same idea it was completely private. But getting inside the clubhouse would be even better, she wouldn’t have to tarnish the car with this ugly memory.
‘There’s no burglar alarm?’ she asked.
‘Nah,’ he laughed ‘nothing worth stealing.’
‘You’re really cool Ben. Hey, do you reckon we can get in tonight? Be really private,’ IGirl moved closer and ran her arm around his back as she said it.
‘Too Easy… be f#&*ing dark in there though.’ Cocky little show off, was playing right into her hands.
‘I might have a torch or something in the car.. You’re really sexy you know?’
‘Mmmm you too..’ he grabbed her around the waist and leaned in to kiss her roughly. She could feel the blood pulsing through the arteries in his neck. It sent tingles up her spine and she shuddered. Ben mistook her reaction for rapture, he kissed her harder.
Sh*t, maybe she was coming on too strong. IGirl needed to slow things down until she could get the pill into him.
‘You’re going to love being what I’m on, Ben,’ she whispered, pulling her mouth away from his, ‘let’s keep going.’
They reached the clubhouse and Ben shoved an old bin against the back wall to get at an ajar window. He hauled himself up to the ledge.
‘I’m just going to get a torch out of the car,’ IGirl said.
She got the camping torch out of the back and checked the thimble was easily accessible in the front pocket of her bag. The Blue Fairy was in there as well. IGirl pulled it out and felt along the ridge at the centre of the pill, distinctly different to the panadeine she intended to take.
‘Where are you Bel?’ he was inside the clubhouse.
‘Coming,’ she replied, turning on the torch and shining it into the dark .
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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