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| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Meet People, MARK ALL 10,...YOU EARN 'RAYS' THAT WAY,....8) |
| Marital Status: |
In a Relationship |
| Children: |
N/A |
| Education: |
High School |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
driver |
| Body Type: |
Body builder |
| Height: |
6' 0" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
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RED SKY AT NIGHT,...AVILON'S DELIGHT.
ONE OF YOUR FIVE A DAY,...
THE HAMLET OF FARTHINGDALE(the cobble stone square and cottages)
EGYPTIAN ANKH
LESSON LEARNED,...
THE OLD GRAVEYARD OF FARTHINGDALE,...
THE MOON WAS FULL AND FAT, A MIST WAS SWIRLING IN FROM THE HILLS, THE WINTER'S NIGHT WAS AS COLD AS A WITCH'S TIT,...
THE TIME WAS 02:15 AM, ONE OF THE LOCAL DRUNKS FELL OUT THROUGH THE DOORS OF THE INN, STAGGERING AND MUCH THE WORSE FOR WARE; HIS ALE SOAKED BREATH MADE PLUMES OF STEAM AS HE GASPED OUT A FINAL FOND FAREWELL TO HIS FELLOW NOCTURNAL REVELERS; TURNING ROUND A FEW TIMES LIKE SOME CRAZY COMPASS, HE DECIDED ON WHICH DIRECTION 'HOME' WAS,...
AND AFTER SEVERAL FALSE STARTS HE PLUMPED ON A DIRECT ROUTE TO HOME, THAT WOULD TAKE HIM THROUGH THE LOCAL GRAVEYARD,...
AFTER FIVE MINUTES STAGGERING AND TRIPPING AND STOPPING FOR A PEE AND LATER A GOOD OLD VOMITING SESSION, HE HAPPENED UPON THE GRAVEYARD ENTRANCE,...TWO RUSTED WROUGHT IRON GATES BLOCKED HIS WAY, SO HE BEGAN ASCENDING THE OBSTACLE POST HASTE; AFTER THREE OR FOUR PRECARIOUS MINUTES HE HAD GAINED THE TOP OF THE SPIKED GATES AND CAUTIOUSLY LIKE A CLOWN ON A TIGHTROPE SLUNG ONE OF HIS LEGS OVER AND BETWEEN TWO OF THE SPEAR LIKE RAILS THAT TOPPED OFF THE OLD GATES; AS HE DID SO THERE WAS AN EERIE AND TORTURED CREAKING SOUND FROM THE RUSTED HINGES OF THE GATE AS IT SWANG OPEN A FEW FEET, HIS WEIGHT, (which was not inconsiderable), HAD BROUGHT ONE OF THE LAWS OF PHYSICS INTO PLAY,...'CAUSALITY' (one state or force brings about another state or force, [sorry, on with the joke] be patient), WHERE WERE WE? OH YES,...THE GATE HE WAS ATOP,...OPENED; A LOUD CURSE ESCAPED HIS MOUTH, ALONG THE LINES OF 'SEX AND THE DEVIL'S ABODE',...HE HALF CLIMBED HALF FELL FROM THE TOP OF THE GATES, ENDING IN AN UNTIDY HEAP ON THE HARD COBBLED PATHWAY THAT WOUND ITS WAY THROUGH THE GROUNDS OF THE GRAVEYARD; AND SO, AS HE DUSTED HIMSELF OFF AND FOUND HIS BARINGS,...HE TEETERED FORWARDS TOWARDS HOME; HE KNEW HE HAD TO CUT DIAMETRICALLY ACROSS THE GRAVES AND GRASS TO GAIN THE PARK AND THEN HIS STREET,...SO HE STAGGERED IN THAT GENERAL DIRECTION, STAGGERING AND WEAVING THROUGH FLOWERBEDS AND GRAVESTONES, PAST MONUMENTS, TALL CELTIC CROSSES AND GAUNT STONE ANGELS, THAT SEEMED TO LOOK DOWN THEIR ANGELIC NOSES AT HIM AND SNEER IN DISGUST AT HIS INEBRIATED CONDITION AND ON SUCH HALLOWED GROUND TOO; AS DRUNK AS HE WAS, SAM,...FOR TWAS HIS NAME,...WAS FEELING UNEASY, AND SOMEWHAT DISQUIETENED, AS THERE WERE MANY OLD TALES TOLD ABOUT THIS ANCIENT GRAVEYARD,...TALES THAT SWAM THROUGH HIS ADDLED AND BEFUDDLED HEAD LIKE EELS IN A BUCKET; THE DARK STORIES THAT REVOLVED AROUND THIS PARTICULAR GRAVEYARD WERE VARIED AND MANY, A GATEWAY TO HELL, THE DEVIL'S OWN STALKING GROUND, VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS AND GHOULS; SAM NERVOUSLY FELT INSIDE HIS INNER COAT POCKET, AND PULLED OUT A WEATHER BEATEN AND MUCH USED HIP-FLASK, SHAKILY SCREWING OFF THE CAP HE TOOK A DEEP LONG PULL ON IT,...THE ALCOHOL GURGLED DOWN HIS THROAT, BURNING, BITING AND STINGING AS IT WENT DOWN HIS GULLET, EVENTUALLY SPREADING A WAVE OF WARMTH AND EUPHORIA THROUGH HIM, AND DIMMING HIS ALREADY ALE-STEWED BRAIN EVEN MORE SO,...SO, WITH A RENEWED FORTITUDE AND DUTCH COURAGE, HE PRESSED ON, IN THE DIRECTION, HE HOPED, WAS THE RIGHT ONE; SHORTLY, AFTER A FEW MINOR RUN-INS WITH HIS BALANCE 'v' OBSTACLES, HE SAW THE BREAK IN THE WALL HE WAS LOOKING FOR,...HE BEGAN TO WHISTLE, AS ALL NERVOUS FOLK DO WHEN IN THE GRIP OF SOME FEAR AND OR DILEMMA,...IN SAM'S CASE, HE WOULD ALWAYS WHISTLE THE REFRAIN, OF 'SWEET MOLLY MALONE', HE EVEN BROKE INTO SPORADIC BROKEN CHORUS, SINGING THE WORDS, THEN GOING BACK TO WHISTLING WHEN HE GOT TO A SECTION HE COULDN'T QUITE RECALL,...(In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,...as she wheeled her wheel-barrow, through streets broad and narrow,...), SO,...BACK TO WHISTLING, HE FORGED FORWARD, NOW WITH MORE PURPOSE, AND FORTITUDE IN HIS GAIT, PROUD OF HIMSELF, AT HIS PERSPICACITY AND BRAVERY,...OH THE TALE HE WOULD TELL ON THE MORROW IN THE WARM INN, SURROUNDED BY HIS MATES, THEY'LL SLAP ME ON MY BACK AND SAY,..."WHAT A BRAVE FELLOW YOU ARE, THUMBING YOUR NOSE AT THE DEVIL HIS-SELF,...WHAT'S YOUR POISON SAM ME BUCCO!?!";
THEY SAY, 'PRIDE COMETH BEFORE A FALL' AND THAT AXIOM CERTAINLY WAS,...TONIGHT, IN FULL FORCE,...JUST AS HE WAS HOME AND DRY, HE STUMBLED OVER A POTTED DAHLIA SOMEONE HAD CARELESSLY LEFT ON A DEAR DEPARTED'S GRAVE,...AND MADE HIM FALL HEAD FIRST AND 'ARSE OVER TIT' INTO AN OPEN, AND FRESHLY DUG GRAVE, THE FALL ENDING IN AN ABRUPT FASHION WITH A HEALTHY, SOLID THUD, THAT RAN THROUGH HIS BODY WITH THE FORCE OF A 'TRIP-HAMMER',...HE LAY THERE FOR A MINUTE OR TWO, ASSESSING THIS NEW AND WHOLEY UNDESERVED PREDICAMENT HE FOUND HIMSELF IN; NO BONES BROKEN, NOTHING HURTING,...BUT HIS PRIDE, HE BEGAN TO REGAIN HIS FEET,...JUST THEN GOD', IN HIS WISDOM, SENT AN ICY COLD DELUGE OF PRECIPITATION,...'RAIN',...SAM VEHEMENTLY CURSED EVERYONE AND HIS DOG FOR HIS PRESENT SITUATION; NON THE LESS HE GAMELY THREW HIMSELF AT THE, BY NOW MUDDY SIDES OF THE GRAVE,...HE CLIMBED AND SCRABBLED HIS WAY TO NEAR THE TOP, ONLY TO SLIDE DOWN AGAIN, LANDING IN A DRUNKEN HEAP,...AGAIN HE LEAPED UP, TRYING TO CLAW HIS WAY TO THE TOP,...YET AGAIN HE SLID REMORSELESSLY BACK INTO THE YAWNING GRAVE, WHICH WAS RAPIDLY FILLING WITH GOD'S GIFT OF RAINWATER,...KICKING THE WALLS OF THE GRAVE THUMPING THEM AND THROWING LOOSE EARTH AND MUD UP INTO THE COLD NIGHT AIR IN A FIT-OF-PEEK, UNTIL HE WAS COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED AND HAD TO LAY DOWN, HIS BACK PRESSED AGAINST ONE END OF THE GRAVE THAT,...IN SAM'S ESTIMATION, WAS THE LEAST WET AND MUDDY; WITH HIS JACKET HUNCHED UP AROUND HIS HEAD, TO WARD OFF THE TORRENTIAL RAIN, SAM, STILL MUMBLING SLURRED CURSES UNDER HIS BREATH,...FELL TO SLEEP,...
AFTER A SHORT WHILE, THE SOUND OF SOMEONE WHISTLING NERVOUSLY COULD BE HEARD SOME LITTLE DISTANCE FROM WHERE SAM LAY FAST ASLEEP, THE FAMILIAR REFRAIN OF 'SWEET MOLLY MALONE' FLITTED FROM GRAVESTONE TO GRAVESTONE LIKE A BUTTERFLY MIGHT,...IT WAS JACK SUGDEN, HEAD SEXTON, (grave-digger), AND SAM'S OLDEST FRIEND,...HE'D COME TO CHECK ON THE NEW GRAVE HE'D DUG EARLIER, "WHAT WITH ALL THIS WEATHER WE'RE HAVING", HE'D THOUGHT TO HIMSELF; THE GRAVEYARD LOOKED SO DIFFERENT AT NIGHT, HE FOUND IT PEACEFUL AND CALMING DURING THE DAY, ALMOST BEAUTIFUL, BUT AS DUSK WOULD FALL, HE DIDN'T MIND ADMITTING TO HIMSELF, HE ALWAYS BECAME A 'MITE SKITTISH' AND WOULD RUSH TO FINISH HIS WORK AND THEN TO HOME; AS JACK APPROACHED THE OPEN GRAVE, HE HAD CAUSE TO LOOK UP AS AN OLD TAWNY OWL 'HOOTED' TO ANY WHO WOULD LISTEN, ITS DISAPPROVAL OF THE COLD AND INCLEMENT WEATHER,...THIS CAUSED JACK TO MISS A STEP AND FALL HEAD FIRST AND CUSSING, INTO THE GAPING SLOT IN THE GROUND, THE GRAVE HE'D DUG OUT NOT EIGHT HOURS AND SOME FIFTEEN PINTS, BEFORE,...
JACK WAS USED TO THIS PREDICAMENT, AS HE HAD BEEN SEXTON AT SAINT CUTHBERT'S FOR SOME FORTY FIVE YEARS,...MUCH OF THAT TIME, HE HAD PARTAKEN OF SEVERAL LIBATIONS WHILST 'ON-THE-JOB', AS WAS HIS PRACTICE AND CUSTOM, HIS 'MUSCLE MEMORY' WAS SO PRACTICED,...EVEN WHEN INTOXICATED,...THAT HE LANDED IN SOME GOOD ORDER, SHAKILY, BUT QUICKLY REGAINING HIS FEET AND WHAT BALANCE THE 'DRINK' HAD LEFT HIM,...JACK LOOKED UP AT THE POURING RAIN AND WIPED HIS FACE WITH HIS OLD NECKERCHIEF,...HIS EYES BLINKING AT THE SPATTERS OF RAIN,..."SO", HE ANNOUNCED, TO NOBODY IN PARTICULAR,..."OLD JACKS GOTTA CLIMB HIS WAY OUT,...YET AGAIN",...HE GRIMACED NERVOUSLY TO HIMSELF AS HE DUG HIS CLAWED FINGERS AND THE TIP OF ONE BOOT INTO THE SOFT MUDDY BANKING OF THE DELUGED GRAVE;
AS GOOD AND PRACTICED AS HE WAS AT EXTRICATING HIMSELF FROM JUST THIS SITUATION, IT WAS TOO MUCH EVEN FOR HE, AGAIN AND AGAIN HE TRIED, EACH TIME HE SLID BACK DOWN, MUDDY AND COLD AND SOAKED TO THE SKIN; A DULL FEAR GRIPPED HIS GUTS LIKE A COLD FIST,...HE SPAT OUT A TORRENT OF LOUD OBSCENE CURSES, MAINLY TO DO WITH SEX AND TRAVEL, DEITIES AND THE 'FLIPPING' RAIN,...JACK FINISHED OFF THIS VOLLEY-FIRE OF OATHS AND SWEAR WORDS WITH A LOUD PRONOUNCEMENT, AIMED AT THE HEAVENS ABOVE, AND YOU KNOW WHOM,...
SAM AWOKE JUST AS JACK HAD BEGUN HIS TIRADE OF HERETICAL ABUSE AND NOT WANTING TO INTERRUPT JACK IN MID-TORRENT, (Sam knew full-well this would be complete and utter folly to do so), SAM DECIDED THAT 'DISCRETION BEING THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR' HE WOULD KEEP HIS PEACE AT LEAST UNTIL THE END OF ALL THE ENSUING UNPLEASANTNESS, WHEN JACK WOULD BE MUCH, MUCH CALMER, AFTER VENTING HIS SPLEEN TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE,...
JACK'S SHOULDERS WERE HEAVING, HE WAS BREATHLESS AFTER HIS GOOD SQUAWK, HIS BREATH WAS COURSE AND LABOURED, THE TERRIBLE REALIZATION THAT HE WOULD ULTIMATELY HAVE TO SPEND THE WHOLE NIGHT HERE,...IN THE GRAVEYARD,...ALONE,...COLD, WET AND ALONE, TO-BOOT; THE RAIN SUDDENLY STOPPED, AS ABRUPTLY AS IT HAD STARTED, A DEATHLY SILENCE FELL LIKE A MORNING FROST IN NOVEMBER, ALL WAS STILL
SAM CHOSE THIS MOMENT TO ANNOUNCE HIS PRESENCE TO JACK, JACK WOULD BE HAPPY TO SEE HIM,...
SAM SPOKE ALOUD,..."JACK, YOU'LL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE!!
BUT YOU KNOW GENTLE READER,...HE BLOODY WELL DID!!!
I LOVE A DAFT ENDING,...AVILON
-----------------------------------------------------------------------THIS IS JUST SO EROTIC, I LOVE BI-WOMEN,...
HE MAY NOT GET THAT SECOND DATE,...SMILES
"I ONLY TOLD YOU TO BLOW THE BLOODY DOORS OFF!!!"
THIS WILL DEFINITELY GET YOU UP OF A MORNING,...8))
WTF!!!,...BLOODY NUTTERS!!!!,....8))
BUSTED!!!,..SHOWING HER TITS OFF ON RLC,...
DO YOU THINK SHE'S EVER SEEN THE MOVIE 'ALIEN',...8)
THAT HAS SO GOT TO HURT,...i MEAN THAT IS GOING TO WAKE YOU UP ON A MORNING!?!
LATER,...I CAME OUT AND TOOK HER INSIDE AND HAD A 'THREE-WAY' WITH HER SISTER,...
HULK,..."HULK SMASH PUNY GOD!!!"........
THOR,..."FUCK THOU'ETH OFF'ETH, THOU SNOT COLOURED OAF!.
YODA...."FUCK YOU UP, I WILL!!"
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HAVE A 'SPANKINGLY' GOOD DAY,...
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SHE TAKES A FULL LOAD,...
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HULK FUCK PUNY GIRL,...GrrRRRRRRRrrr
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UNGRATEFUL BITCH!!!!,.....SMILES
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MOONCHILD,....
VIA FERRATA,...(IRON WAY)
THE GALS ARE GOOD,...REAL GOOD,...WANT SOME???
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LIGHT CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, HAVE YOU BEEN A GOOD GIRL?
...SLUT ALLEY,...FREE WHORES,...FOR ALL,...GOOD IDEA,...
SEND IN YOUR TRIBUTES TO ME ON THE RLC MAIL,...I WON'T USE YOUR NAME IF YOU PREFER TO STAY ANONYMOUS,...
SOME THINGS YOU DON'T 'HEAR',...YOU CAN ONLY 'PERCEIVE'...
SOME THINGS YOU DON'T 'SEE',.....YOU CAN ONLY 'SENSE',.......
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CANIS DIRUS LUPUS REX....aka....RylPrince_Avilon
HAVE YOU EVER DANCED WITH THE DEVIL IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT?
CANIS DIRUS LUPUS REX
HEED MY WORDS,...
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IS SHE JUST TOO SWEET?,...OR WHAT?!?
AS SWEET AS WARM HONEY ON A HOT SUMMER'S NIGHT,...
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MY 'BEAST' TAKES MANY FORMS,....
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IN THE COOL OF THE EVENING,...THINGS CAN TURN CRAZY HOT.
IF YOUR THROWING A UNI-SEX PARTY 'JADA FIRE' HAS TO BE ON THE GUEST LIST,....OR WHAT, BIG HAPPY SMILE,...
FROM THE 19TH CENTURY OPERA,...LAKME (BY LEO DELIBES),....
'DeLora',....
She sits, in the shadowy moonlit room, perched on the corner of a roughly made-up cot waiting in thoughtful solitude and outward calm,....She bares the implacable visage of enigmatic serenity and peace, like some beautiful ebony sphinx,......
her face is turned towards the slightly open heavy oak door, in expectation,.....anticipation,.....yearning,...all her senses straining to perceive the echoing footsteps that she hoped, would surely come,....
her body,..... is as still as the night, except for the barely perceptible pulsing of her glistening throat, and gentle heave of her voluptuous breasts, she is as an edifice of love, of passion,...brimming with pulsating desire, just waiting to be scaled and impaled,....
a pre-dawn mist weaved itself into the stark moonlight that shimmered like platinum fingers probing through the barred window,...stealing into the room like a thief in the night,....it's rays highlighting and caressing her alabaster smooth body like tiny droplets of pearls and diamonds,....kissing and stroking her ebony skin like the gossamer wings of an Angel,...
Her glistening body, with legs spread shamelessly open, facing the moonlight's silver rays like a sunflower opens up for the bright noon-day sun,....
Suddenly,...a disembodied sound echoes through the dark hallways leading to her room like the far distant rumble of thunder,....as lock and chains are removed,....her pupils dilated even more so,....making her mocha coloured eyes look like twin limpid pools of unfathomable depth,....
she gives a sharp involuntary intake of breath, her fingers tighten, clenching the cool Egyptian cotton sheets and her other hand instinctively flies to her moist sensual mouth,.....her heart begins to race and flutter like a humming bird's wings, her breathing becomes short rasping gasps,.....
Her dark prince of wolves,....the Devil's shepherd,....Satan's shadow,.....her Avilon has come,.....
Her blood was rushing and pounding through her veins, her head was booming like waves crashing onto shear rocks in a storm,....
At last she found her voice,......and shouted like some voracious harpy
AT LAST,...WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN,...I'VE BEEN SAT IN THIS COLD DARK FUCKING HOUSE FOR THREE FUCKING HOURS!!!
Smiles,...I love crazy endings to my prose and short stories,....
JUST TO SHOW YOU,...MY 'PROFILE' AND 'BLOGS', AREN'T ALL ABOUT 'LUST' & 'SEX',.....IF YOU TAKE THE TIME TO LOOK, THERE'S 'ART', 'POETRY', 'FUNNIES', 'FROLICS', AND 'THRILLS'
AND OF COURSE, COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF 'PERVERSION',...SMILES
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SOMETIMES, IT IS BETTER TO BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU 'PERCEIVE' AND 'FEEL' RATHER THAN WHAT YOU SEE WITH
YOUR EYES,
IT'S A KIND OF MAGIC'
,........SMILES
I LOVE KIDS,....BUT I COULDN'T EAT A WHOLE ONE,...CHUCKLES
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DIRE LUPUS REX,....AKA,....HRH ROYAL PRINCE AVILON
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Interests:
WRITING /PAINTING / BOOKS
I PLAYED RUGBY LEAGUE FOR 11 YEARS MAN AND BOY.
I HELP MANAGE A FOOTBALL /SOCCER TEAM
My Favorite Websites:
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Movies:
7 SAMURAI /
LAURENCE OF ARABIA /
LORD OF THE RINGS /
THE STAR WARS SAGA /
BEOWULFE /
THE 300 /
PAPPILLION /
HARRY POTTER SAGA /
IRONMAN 1 & 2 /
LONGITUDE /
THE QUIET MAN /
Books:
THE LORD OF THE RINGS /
THE CHRONICLES OF THOMAS COVENANT /
THE HOBBIT /
DRACULA /
THE BOOK OF LISTS /
THE OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY /
ANY OF IAN FLEMING'S JAMES BOND BOOKS /
LE MARQUIS DE SADE /
ALMOST ANY STEPHEN KING BOOK /
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