How can you be free when you are the prisoner of you own mind?

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 21:51:28 GMT

Finally a happy Halloween.

I knew that had to be one year that Halloween wouldnt royally suck! My wish was answered last night. We actually had a good time. First we took my baby sis trick-or-treating, then we had dinner. And to top off the evening, we went out to Sloughhouse Inn. It has was shut down some time ago, and people out there said its haunted. It looks like who ever was there was run out. There are still bottles on the counter, and an open diet pepsi can in the office. It was pretty damn freaky at night with the fog and all....

But in conclusion, we made it through Halloween without a single fight, and we had a good time. Now just because of this, the next one is going to suck so bad!!!!!!!

I just have to take what I can get!

New Journal

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 05:07:57 GMT

Ok I have a new journal now. I am now sammylover3.

Mon, 15 May 2006 18:04:25 GMT

I am so happy. We have 5 kittens now. They are the cutest things in the world to. I am still waiting to hear back about that computer job. I hope I get it. I cannot wait for the trip I am going on in July. It is going to be so much fun. I am taking a break from the writing. I have one story to finish up for someone else, then that is all for me for a while. I might start again in September or around there.

Thu, 04 May 2006 19:02:27 GMT

Title: Fate
Rated R-NC-17
Characters- John, Dean, Denny, OFC
NO WINCHEST
Supernatural does not belong to me ect.
A/N- Wrote this by request for my sister. No Flaming!

Misti couldn’t her mind off him. She wished he had never come to her neighborhood in the first place. She loved bad boys, and that’s exactly what he was.

She would watch them sneak into the different houses. Misti was curious because they never came out with anything but the appearance that they had come off worse in a fight.

Misti hated this neighborhood, but she stayed just in case they decided to return.

Early one morning, just as Misti was getting ready for bed, she heard that faint rumbling from down the street. She could barely hear it over the rumbling of the truck, but the car was there, following as usual. Misti opened her door to go greet them, but the pain forced her to stop.

How could she forget? She could not go out in the sunlight. Defeated, Misti went back to watch from her upstairs window. She watched as the oldest man got out of his truck and walked the short distance to where the car was parked. Misti’s love, the driver of the car, got out first. It was the passenger that she didn't recognize. She watched the three of them walk up to the house.

Misti sat there dazed even after they had disappeared into the house. She loved the way his body moved. She could sit and watch him for hours. As Misti made her way to her dark room, she said her first honest and true prayer. She prayed that he would still be there that night, after the sun went down.

As soon as Misti woke up that night, she dressed in her best and went to the window. If she had a beating heart, it would have stopped. The car was still there, along with the one she loved. Misti couldn’t help wonder if it was finally meant to be, was she finally meant to find happiness? She hopped she was about to find out.

Before leaving, Misti ran back up stairs and grabbed the handcuffs she had saved just for him. She left the house as the twilight glow was leaving. The door was unlocked, and as she was able to walk in, she assumed no one lived there.

Misti followed the sound of their voices. They were in the kitchen. She tiptoed to where she could see them, but was at the same time hidden from them. Just seeing Dean sitting there like that, shifting here and there, sipping his beer, was undoing Misti. Right now she needed one of two things, Dean, or a private room.

Dean and the one she didn't know were sitting at the kitchen table drinking and playing cards. Misti knew John had been playing cause there was a beer and some cards in front of a third seat. Misti spared half a thought as to where he might be, then Dean started talking.

Misti tried to move closer to hear what Dean was saying. She hated it when people talked quiet. Especially when they looked that good, it was so hard to concentrate.

Misti edged a little closer to the wall. Just as she thought she might have found a good spot, she felt herself being pulled roughly around. Before she could think to do or say anything, she felt a mouth on hers. Misti was about to pull away, but he just felt so good.

John pulled away and started half-pushing, half walking Misti out of the house, kissing what he could when he could. Once outside, John slammed Misti up against the side of the truck. His kisses were all tongue, teeth, and desperate need. One hand was mapping Misti’s body, grabbing, felling, testing the strength of her shirt buttons, and the looseness of her short skirt. The other hand was searching for his keys.

Misti was in the truck with John on top of her before she knew what was happening. Misti almost lost herself when John moved to her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting. Would he like it if she bit his neck?

John moved his attention to unbuttoning her shirt. Misti was left helplessly panting and moaning as callused hands moved down her chest followed by a rough tongue. Misti could barely pant his name as he kissed lower and lower, until he reached the low waistband of her skirt. Pulling it back slightly John kissed the newly exposed skin.

Misti curled her fingers in John’s hair as she pulled him back up. She could feel his hand traveling back up her body, this time going underneath her skirt. Misti's hips bucked into his as his hand found the little piece of cloth that was barely considered underwear. As John’s fingers threatened to slide under, Misti remembered why she was there.

As Misti pulled away and pulled her shirt back on, John looked heart broken.

“I'm sorry, but I'm here for someone else.” Misti said trying to catch her breath. John merely nodded and climbed out of the truck with out a word. Misti followed John inside and sat at the kitchen table, grabbing a beer as she went.

“What's the game?” Misti asked as the cards were dealt.

“Rummy.” John’s twin answered.

“Your move Dean.” John told Dean.

Misti watched breathlessly as Dean studied his cards. She was vaguely thinking that it should be illegal to look that sexy just by looking at some lousy cards.

“I'm gonna sit this one out.” Dean told John as he got up from the table. Misti was horrified that Dean was going, but there was very little she could do about it right now. Misti knew she would have to sit there and play till an opportunity showed its self.

“Do you know where Dean got off to?” John’s twin asked John.

“No. He will turn up though.” John answered not really seeming to care.

“I’ll go find him.” Misti volunteered. When neither of them protested, Misti got up, placing her cards on the table. After draining her bottle, she walked away, heading for the upstairs portion of the house.

When Misti reached the landing at the top. She could hear someone moving. She quietly cracked the door of the first room. Misti had to wait a minute for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before she could identify the cause of the noise. With great difficulty, Misti choked back the moan that tried to escape when she saw what was in the room. Dean was stretched out on his back on the bed, looking incredibly hot as he shifted trying to get comfortable.

Misti quietly opened the door and crept toward the bed. In one fluid motion, Misti was on the bed and kissing Dean. Shocked, Dean pulled away. After thinking for a moment, Dean came to his drunken senses. This could be his only chance to get laid for who knows how long. After that, Dean fought no more.

Sensing Dean's surrender, Misti kissed him again. As they sucked and nipped each other’s tongues and lips, Misti unfastened the buttons on Dean's shirt. Sitting up, he removed his shirt the rest of the way then threw it aside. Dean went willing as Misti pushed him back down. She stretched his arms out above his head, licking the sweat from the hollow spot in his neck as she cuffed his hands to the headboard.

Dean tugged at the cuffs, testing their strength. He was only going to get out of this one when she let him. If he had a paper clip he could get out, but as Misti's tongue teased its way down his chest, he realized that he really had no desire to be anywhere else.

The more Misti explored, the harder Dean was becoming. As Misti’s hand brushed over Dean's throbbing erection, he rocked against her, trying to find his release. Misti had he mouth on Dean's, swallowing his moans. One hand in his hair, the other sliding down his chest, following the path she had made earlier.

Misti fought with the buttons on his jeans for only a minute before giving one good tug that sent the button across the room. Dean managed to get out of his jeans while Misti was busy sucking his nipples. She moved down, her fingers teasing just under the elastic band of his boxers.

Dean moaned as Misti pulled his boxers off, revealing his hardness. Dean stared rocking against Misti again as she licked down the fine trail of hair, her tongue teasing his base. The little teasing contact that Dean's erection made with Misti's skin was far more torturous then no contact at all.

Misti's tongue was clearly torturing Dean into a living hell. She couldn't help but smile when he started whimpering. Misti held Dean in place as she lightly ran her tongue along his growing hardness, barley making contact.

By now Dean was in tears of both pleasure from the assault of Misti's tongue, and pain from growing hardness she was creating. Dean's breath caught in his throat as he felt Misti's mouth close around his already slick shaft as she attempted to suck him dry.

Dean groaned hard and long as he found his release, spilling down her throat. Misti savored every drop she could force out of him. If this was her only chance with Dean, she was going to take as much of his as she could. Dean slumped on the bed, his body out of energy. Misti kissed her way back up his body, biting his lip before her tongue tried to steal as much of his taste as she could. A million years from now, she would remember how his tongue felt against hers.

Misti kissed Dean's neck one last time, as the cuffs were unlocked. Misti walked out leaving Dean panting for breath. She headed back down stairs for one last round of cards before she left.

When Dean returned to the table almost an hour later, it was if nothing had ever happened. Maybe it was better that way? At least she had the memory of it, right?

“What do you say we raise the stakes?” Denny asked the other three.

“All depends on what you have in mind.” John answered.

“The winners determine the fate of the loser, but as we don’t know who that is it will all be decided after the game.” Denny finished. After a minute of thinking, they all nodded in agreement as Denny dealt the new hand of cards.

Would they all end up deciding the fate of each other? Cause given the facial expressions and under the breath cursing, no one had a good card to save their life. And if Denny kept making his rude little remarks, he was gonna get himself hurt and worse then the cheesecake he already shoved in his face.

After twenty minutes of cursing and threatening other players, John and Dean won first and second. Misti thought that being in third place she was safe, but Misti had a habit of being wrong and this was no exception.

“Denny, your task will be team work. We are locking you in a room with Misti. Only through team work will you be able to get out.” Dean told Denny imitating Phil.

Misti’s first reaction was to argue, but then she reasoned with her self. This must be her punishment for her time with Dean. She sat there willingly as John snapped the handcuffs around one of her wrists and the other to Denny’s wrist. While neither of them wanted this, they both knew it was going to happen.

John led them to the basement where he locked them in after throwing the keys in the farthest corner. Misti and Denny both looked at each other. All they had to do was walk over and get the keys? Was there some sort of catch here?

“Well you gonna come with me so I can get the keys?” Denny asked.

“And why do you get to get the keys? Why can’t I get the keys?” Misti asked.

They both looked at each other, then away. That was the catch. They would find anything to argue about. Neither of them wanted to be there, so they both wanted the credit for the escape.

They tried to sit in silence, but even the slightest movement would disrupt the other. One of them had to give in; it was only a matter of time. Misti looked over to see Denny staring at her. She wanted to move away, but she could go far. She couldn’t help but laugh at him a little. He still had the cheesecake all over him and had apparently forgotten all about it.

After some maneuvering, Denny was sitting in front on her, and then he was on her. Kissing her, even though she was trying to pull away. As she was gently pushed back to the floor, Misti stopped fighting. With some difficulty, they managed to get each other’s shirt open and half off.

Misti flipped Denny over so she could be on top. Straddling his waist, Misti could feel his hardness under her. She ground down on him as she leaned down licking the cheesecake off of his face and chest. Denny let out a long moan as Misti fully rid him of all the cheesecakes stickiness.

As Misti finished eating the cheesecake off his upper chest, Denny used his free hand to undo the fasten of his jeans. He rolled Misti over, pulling down her skirt at the same time. Misti groaned as she felt Denny's teeth slide down her catching her underwear as he went.

Denny could only go so far before the cuffs got in the way. It was far enough though. Misti could feel his lips kissing up her legs, and then his mouth was on her, tongue thrusting into her. Her free hand made it to his hair as she pulled him harder, faster, deeper. When Denny pulled away, she whimpered at the loss. She didn’t have much time to mourn the loss of his tongue as it was quickly replaced by something bigger and better.

At first Denny’s thrusts were slow and easy, with him occasionally stopping to kiss or lick her here and there. Then as they both came closer, the thrusts became harder, quicker, more desperate. Forcing Denny back, she rolled him over and lowered herself onto him. They were both moaning as Misti road him, bringing them both to the edge. As Denny spilled inside of her, Misti’s muscles clenched around him, squeezing every last drop out of him.

As they dressed Denny looked over at Misti.

“If that is teamwork, I think I could get used to it.” Denny told her as he buttoned up his shirt.

Once they had got the keys, and unlocked themselves, they went to the basement door. They opened the door to John and Dean, both looking like they wanted a Misti Lesson in teamwork. Misti walked past them and back to her house just as the sun was starting to rise. As she climbed into bed, more tired then she could ever remember, she wondered why fate had it written that she was not to find love. Did she not deserve it cause she wasn’t ‘alive’?

Reverse

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 16:55:40 GMT

Ok the first part is short, but there will be more more. Please tell me what you think

Reverse

Sam’s dreams had been getting stranger and stranger. He had tried to ignore them, but lost that battle after the third night.

Sam left his dorm late on the third night after he had been awoken by the dream again. He went down to the college library, picked the lock, and fired up one of the computers.

It didn't take Sam long to log into his email and type Dean’s address in the ‘To’ line. Now came the hard part, the actual words. How did he tell Dean how sorry he was?

Hey Dean,
I’ve been having these strange dreams about how things would be different. I can’t go on much longer with out letting you how sorry I am.

If I had one wish, I would wish for the world to reverse its self. Salt would be sweet. Sugar would be sour. The gentle rain would be acid that bit at our skin. But my decision to leave would have been the best choice I could have made.

Sam sat there for a minute after sending the letter, and then he logged of and left, locking the door behind him. Dean watched him go, before turning away. Dean knew he was sorry. That email had proven it.

Be careful what you wish for, Sammy. If the world were to reverse, just remember I made choices too.

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 22:51:13 GMT

I finally have some stories started. Most of them will have atleast three parts. I will be posting them as soon as my beta gets them back to me. This is what I have going:

Fan Fictions--Supernatural

Fate----When their fate was written, love was not included

Reverse----Some wishes were never meant to come true

Razors Edge----How far does it have to go before pulling the trigger is easy?

Final Battle----Would you give your life to killing the nightmare that has haunted your life?

Untitled Fan Fiction----A whole new type of haunting

Back Seat Driver----Little random fic all by its self

Non Fan Fictions--Just stories that I write:

Most Beautiful Flowers----Life takes on a whole new meaning went you look with your heart

The Test----You cannot study for this test. When it is given, it is given. It will determine your fate for eternity. The only thing you can do is realize your mistakes

Angel Tainted By Humanity----In the end, what are we?

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 16:36:43 GMT

OK, do this.

Comment on this entry and:

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest/best memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

If I do this for you, you MUST post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 17:24:15 GMT

My weekend was long and pinful. It isnt bad enough that my foot is still tore to shreds, but I am having issues with my meds as well.

I will have to wait an extra week for my allergy shot. So next week is going to be hell.

On top of that, I have to see this specialist. She called me this weekend and told me that she is running out of the meds she gives me. She is ordering more, but I may end up missing a few doses. Hopefully I can get them in time. I really dont want a repeat of last time.

On a happy note, I have made my final descision on the breeder I have been researching. I am confident that the kennel is a possible puppy mill and that there is reason to suspect animal abuse. We are gathering all the needed info and proof. We are going to go out there this summer once I have my car. But we are going after them for a full shut down.

P.S. Angelic_Dark---If I have my car in time, I am heading up to Canada for a few days. Wanna come?