Clotho of the Moirae

The Pain of the Maker

I spin each thread with boundless care

As though it were mine own

With love and grace and magnitude

A life as yet unknown

Each cosmic fibre is replete

Within uncounted odds

I may not limit nor renege

When gifting from the gods

And yet I cannot own nor run

Its length nor breadth nor gait

As thistledown I cast if free

To ride the winds of fate

My sisters arm may hold it high

To soar and dip and furl

My sisters knife my slice it bare

And to the earth return

And so I make again again

Not knowing what will last

But knowing that to cease would be

The end of you

The end of me

ã Clotho Speaks 19 Sept 2008

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Clotho and The World - Prelude

Before Birth

Far far away (though according to the whole complicated time-space continuum thing, also very very near), the youngest of the three fates waited. Around her in an eternal halo were the gossamer threads of creation. Most people believed she span these all by herself, and in truth maybe she did. It was hard to remember though.

After the first trillion millennia the past became a bit vague. She wasn’t even sure where she herself came from. She suspected some deviant forerunner of white-anglo-saxonism - hence the eternal work ethic. It could just as easily have been a rogue Salamander from the pink ponds of Vermouthia.

The present however, was constantly interesting. Sentient and self-aware, young Clotho The Maker was asquirm with sensation. And she had an idea.

While browsing through the pages of contemporary earth blogs, Clotho had d

iscovered a poem. The poem was about a thread. The injunction at the nub of the matter was to follow ones own. Like a camera lens stuck on wide, there was suddenly a sustained burst of illumination. Not godlike, but more of a laser beam. It struck Clotho in her fourth eye. With it came a realisation.

Of all the skeins of life-silk now shot through the pluriverse, not one of them was her own. She listened to her womb and knew. It was time to create herself.

After Birth

Dust motes floated past. Clotho could feel the prick and rasp of the rusty dumpster lid beneath her bare thighs. A few fetid odours mingled nearby and then dispersed. Born for the first time, confusion sparred with delight. It seemed as if many deep truths were absent here, and yet….the dimension of body now flooded into everything. She swung her legs to and fro, testing.

Before long another body appeared. Shaping the cyberspace beside her with something unfamiliar yet longed for. The shape was almost human. And so it began…

CLOTHO IN THE WORLD 1

CLOTHO AND THE KISS

AY: Hey you ... are you not a little worried being in a dark alley on your own ?

Clotho : hmmm...

AY looks Clo over .. from Top to Bottom and LIKES what he sees !

Clotho looks around and sees the tall stranger nearby

Clotho : should i be worried?

AY: Worried .. No .. .afraid ... ohhh yes .. VERY afraid !!!!!

Clotho blinks innocently

Clotho : afraid?

Clotho : afraid of?

AY: Hmmm .. there are bad people in these alleys .. you need someone to look after you ... you need me !

AY edges closer to Clo .. bit by bit .. until he is within grabbing distance !

Clotho : how do i know that YOU are not one of the bad ppls?

Clotho is obviously blonde

AY: Cos I am nice ... and I could be even nicer ... if you gave me a kiss !!!

Clotho : ohh..a kiss!

Clotho blushes prettily

Clotho : that sounds ...romantic :)

AY: Ahhh ... what harm is there is an innocent kiss ?

Clotho : well my mother did warn me about kissing strange men

Clotho : i dont know why..do you?

AY: That is all the other men .. I am not strange at all !!!

AY: I am normal ... they are all strange !

Clotho looks more closely at AY

AY rests his hand on Clo’s knee

Clotho : ohhhh

AY: And I could be a VERY good friend to you !!!

Clotho feels a strange shiver run through her

Clotho : you have a very large hand

Clotho : and my mother also said..

Clotho : i could never have too many friends

AY lets his hand slowly move up to Clo's thigh .

Clotho feels AY sidle closer and is unsure what to do next

AY uses his other hand to catch Clo by the wrist so stopping her from running away

Clotho gasps lightly

AY: Now .. about that kiss ... I want it NOW !

(to be continued ... )

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AnonymousJanuary 28, 2009 at 7:22 PM
This is an unusual style of writing. More like a script. What made you choose it? At first i found it hard to follow but now I quite like it. More?
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ClothoJanuary 29, 2009 at 2:21 AM
The interactive part of the story ie "Clotho and the Kiss" is raw dialogue from a Second Life roleplay. The rest is me playing about with new things. Thank you for commenting. There will be more.
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A selection from a story by BH. His own introduction says it best ...

"Written some years ago about a woman i was (and probably still am) in
love with but never actually hooked up with. The keys refered to are a
chain of islands in southern Florida"

Salty Kisses Part 1

There are some experiences in life you hope you never forget. Events
and scenes you play over and over in your memory, reliving certain
pieces long after the original experience has faded. There is one such
event, from a time where nothing could go wrong, that I will carry
forever. It was summertime, hot and wild, full of passion. We had been
driving for hours and I think your confidence in my choice of
destinations was starting to waver. I had promised you paradise in the
tropics though, and I didn't plan on stopping until we found its
gates. Somewhere south of Marathon Key, our hunger had finally forced
us to stop.

Traffic flowed sporadically on the two-lane highway as we began to
slow. We turned into a parking lot on the East Side of the island, a
little place named simply "Joe's". Joe's was a bar and grill right on
the beach. It was surrounded by little booths where bored vendors
displayed various souvenirs and keepsakes. It conveniently shared the
parking lot with "Island Paradise Weekly Hotel". What more of a
coincidence could I ask for? I smiled to myself, proud at having found
paradise in fluorescent, and pulled into one of the many empty spots.
I put the Mustang in park and killed the engine. From the parking lot
you could see the Atlantic on the right and the Gulf of Mexico, across
the little highway, on the left.

You were staring toward the ocean, the wind lazily stirring your
hair. Your white, sleeveless half-shirt covered your bikini top but
flashed me an alluring glance at your stomach whenever you moved. A
pair of cut off jeans (cut very high) showed off your smooth legs, all
the way up to your cute ass. It was all I could do to remind myself
that for the moment, I was there to eat food, not you. Still, I
couldn't help leaning towards you, kissing your shoulder, moving the
material of your shirt up further. You turned towards me and pulled
off your sunglasses, a mischievous grin on your face. "Not anxious
already, are you?" you inquired, that grin still playing across your
lips.
"I've been anxious since I woke up this morning," I replied with a
grin of my own. I had been woken in the hotel room by someone moaning. When my groggy mind started to come into focus I realized it had been me who moaned. There was a weight on my body and something warm on my cock, slurping and licking. I could smell the scent of sex from last night, but there was another, stronger scent. Without opening my eyes I realized why that was. I leaned my head up, tongue probing the air until I found it. You momentarily broke your stride to let out a soft moan, and resumed your efforts. In my sleep filled brain I could think of nothing better than that moment, enjoying the sensation of you on
me, the smell of you, the taste of you…Your actions became more
rhythmic and you pressed yourself down on my mouth. I felt myself fall
out of your mouth as you stopped what you were doing, grabbing me
tightly with both hands as you shrieked, your entire body tensing.
Your wetness filled my mouth and I eagerly buried my tongue in you. At
that point you rolled off and I forced my eyes to open. You looked at
me, dishevelled hair framing your face and whispered "I'm going to
torture you until you beg me to let you come." I had thought you meant
then, but as it turns out, you helped me up and into the shower.
Since then you had rubbed at my crotch several times and whispered
dirty promises in my ear, but had not let me get any further than a
cheap feel on the highway. I was anxious alright…..

to be continued ?

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FENDI

The tantalising smell of coriander sharpens his senses. Fendi Uomo brought from Italy. First a light spray on his neck, then one more definite. Another on his chest. One button open? No, let's make it two. He knows women are seduced wildly by this fragrance. Stepping into the foyer, the marbled wine bar stretched out before him. He glances quickly, the mirrored wall reflects his pin striped suit, grey in colour, polished shoes and crisp sleeved shirt, lines of light blue offset by faint stripes of white, a pin stripe evenly spaced. His hair neatly brushed He smiles confidently as he greets Adam, the bartender he's known for some time. A glass of Shiraz appears, rich in texture and requiring comfort. Sebastian sees the girl he saw last week though this time she smiles.

Her dark locks curl down around her face. Her make up impeccable and her short black dress sits high around her thighs. He approaches her. Hi Gorgeous, can I buy you a drink? She responds openly, yes, champagne, with a strawberry! They touch glasses. He says, let's talk about you. No she says, let's talk about you! He admires her and says "Aren't you beautiful?”. Her breast brushes his sleeve, and resting her hand on his shoulder she says I love your suit. I love your necklace he says, glancing ever so innocently. Thank you, I'm Brooke. I'm Sebastian. She presses closer. He guides her gently towards the bar. I'm not wearing underwear she says. I would like to find that out says Sebastian.

She slides her arm into his and leads him towards the door. The side door into the courtyard. She presses against him cheek to cheek. He steals a kiss and she kisses him back, first short and then long. He feels her breast press against his chest. You smell nice she says. So do you, what is that perfume? Lou Lou she says. He brushes her thigh and she moves towards him. He feels her legs open ever so slightly. Her knee slides up and he feels her stocking rub smoothly against his thigh, her stiletto against his calf. Her hand touches his front, and moves gently up and down, feeling his penis rise. His fingers caress her thigh moving ever so gently upwards. His penis hardens as he feels her wetness. Smooth and silky with a hint of hair. She presses her lips, harder this time. I love your dress, will you show off for me?

She smiles then leaves for the bar. As he enters the room she is talking to someone, her bare shoulders showing. Sebastian looks towards her but she ignores him. She leans forward her dress opens. her breast is showing and she makes sure Sebastian sees. The stranger buys her a drink and she takes his arm. She presses her thigh onto him and he touches her bottom. Sebastian feels jealous but she takes no notice. Suddenly they leave and Sebastian hesitates. Walking towards the entrance his pace quickens. Where has she gone? I've lost her. He steps outside, the stranger is gone, but there Brooke leans against the wall. Did you like the show?

I did says Sebastian. I like to show off says Brooke, I'll show off for you. Fuck me says Brooke, I'll show off for you if you fuck me afterwards.

Sebastien 2009

I WISH

It was a lovely spring day and I was bored with work. I decided to leave early for lunch and go for a walk out in the sunshine. I was strolling past 101 Collins street, the place where highly important people work, when my eye caught sight of a beautiful woman walking just ten steps in front. She was of medium height, short brown hair and quite slim, a perfect body, wearing a tight fitting white dress, quite short
in fact, very short and slightly see through. I could not help looking, but one could see her light blue panties through her dress over her sexy ass.

She stopped to look through her handbag, so I stopped too trying, not to look suspicious. All of a sudden her bag dropped and things went everywhere. She bent over to pick things up and to my amazement her dress rose slightly exposing her panties and stretching ever so tight over her ass. I got an instant erection and adjusted my pants so not to show. Me being a gentleman I quickly went to her rescue and helped her pick things up.

She was very grateful for the help as her bag was very full. As we were picking things up she noticed that I was staring at her breasts. They were perfect in size and her nipples were erected. I looked up, she smiled at me, then we both laughed. I said I was just out for a walk and she said she was on her way to the park so come along. Off we went to the park and as we were passing a secluded spot I said why don't we stop here for a chat. I just happened to have small blanket so I spread it out on the ground and we both sat down facing each other. As she sat down I could see that
her dress had slid up and was exposing her panties. Oh god another instant erection and I started to blush.

She noticed that I kept glimpsing at her pussy and said it was exciting her. I told her to lie down and close her eyes, she obeyed. I moved closer and slowly lifted up her dress exposing all of her tightly fitting satin panties. They were very brief and slightly wet. My mouth started to water eager to get down there. I spread her legs apart and slowly kissed her thighs inching forwards towards her pussy. My nose gentle touched her pussy and she bucked with excitement. Her panties started to get wet not just
from my tongue but from her love juices.

Kissing and biting her pussy through her stretched panties made my penis ever so hard. I pulled her panties down and again kissed her thighs inching towards her love
hole. I licked and teased her, sinking my tongue deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my head while she squirmed and bucked with pleasure. By now she was
ready for my rod. I quickly dropped my pants and slowly entered her. She was hot, very hot and wet.

We embraced and rolled around while fucking with all out might. I spurted my load inside her as she was having her third orgasm. We both then flopped back, exhausted
from all our lust. We dressed, exchanged phone numbers and parted. Before parting we decided we would do this once a week if not more.

Don 2006

ELEVATOR

Its been a long day and I am returning to my apartment, upstairs on the 20th floor. I have just moved to the city and I am lonely and bored. I get on the elevator and turn and face the doors - no one looks at each other on the elevator. On the way up, the power fails. The car stops, the lights go out
and all is quiet. Very quiet.

I say to myself that they will find us soon enough, and am surprised to hear a soft sweet voice agree with me.

I hadnt noticed anyone on the elevator when I got on. She has a nice voice, that is clear. Calm, and strong, but soft and inviting. I close my eyes even though it is dark and smell her perfume so clean and sweet, but alluring. I do the natural thing in this unnatural setting - i reach for her.

In the darkness i find she is reaching for me too. our hands meet. Holding hands hasnt felt this good since grade school. Her hands are slender, soft, but real - they have worked, they have cared for children - they are very sexy hands.

I pull her close, and she follows willingly. "Please hold me." was all she said. I put my arms around her and feel a business suit. Soft hair against my cheek. Always the gentleman, my hands dont wander (yet) but I can tell she has a nice body - she fits me perfectly, all the right curves - a real woman not a supermodel.

We sink to the floor and lean against the wall. she lays her head on my chest and rests her arm on my tummy. I stroke her hair and rub her back. Its as if we were friends and lovers from way back, not strangers - I dont even know the color of her hair. Soon she begins to purr under my stroking.

With that encouragement I rub harder, and wander further. She starts to stroke too, my tummy and thighs, and soon I am hard.

Her ears are soft and soon I am kissing them . My hand cups her breast, so full and promising. My fingers gently stroke and explore till I find her nipple hard under the soft cloth. Circling and squeezing she moans and presses against me.

Before long we are slowly undressing each other and kissing the newly exposed flesh. Her scent is intoxicating, her juices are rich and sweet. My hands explore all her curves as i kiss and suck her nipples. In the darkness all I can sense is breast, nipple, skin, hair, pussy and pleasure.

She is on the edge of ecstasy. I am enjoying her so much I carefully keep her there on the edge, till she simply says "please!"

With that I am between her legs, my head parting her lips, her legs spread and back - as I lean forward to kiss her I thrust deep inside her, and .....

4 February 2009 - Jeff

*****

CAR SHAG

Open highway. Midnight. You drive. I doze a little. Your fingers play with my hip. I open my eyes and see the shape of your hand. Strong. Sensual. Moving lightly down to my thigh. Then inwards. I sigh. You linger a moment then take my hand in yours. Guiding it to your crotch. Suddenly I am awake. The thing in your jeans is as hard as a diamond..and far hotter! You press my knuckles… signaling. Veering to the edge of the road in distraction. You tug quickly on the steering wheel. The car straightens. I begin to massage.

The signed rest stop is timely. You swing the car into the parking area. Cut the engine. Tear open your belt. Unzip your pants. Watching you hungry, aware of my arousal. Then fingers in my hair, twisting, forcing me down. Brush of your silky cock. On my lips, fingers, tongue. Working you.

“Get out of the car’ you say.

I stand spreadeagled against the door. Away from the city lights. Stars careen overhead. Across the road an abandoned fuel stop. Gazing at rusty oil drums and wire as you tug down my trackpants. When you enter me I cry out load. You are hard. You are harder. The thrust of you is juxtaposed, with fingertips on my ribcage. Like the sky I am burning cold. You come in me I shout. Arching myself in little thrusts, I writhe against you..transfixed. Somewhere there are dogs barking. You withdraw from me and like a child you settle me back in my seat.

Immediately I coil around myself. Post coital dreaming. I always wanted a car shag !

MYSTY - 27 January 2009

Clotho - A Tapestry of Fate

Clotho of the Moirae

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Clotho and The World - Prelude

Before Birth

After Birth

CLOTHO IN THE WORLD 1

CLOTHO AND THE KISS

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