Hi guys, I also feel the need to tell you the story of my life.
However, it's a rather complicated one and I don't feel comfortable sharing it all at once, so it will be delivered in multiple episodes. Maybe you will have something to look forward to as well.
Part I
I was always an only-child who lived with my mother. I was rather introverted and did not have much social contact with anyone outside my family, until one day I met someone who was just like me.
Her name was Orlando, Orlando Vasques. At first sight he seemed rather uninteresting, for his stature was rather slim, his face pale, and his personality boring. He was one of those people you had to really dig into before you could learn to appreciate them.
The day we met, the alternative portion of Moscow’s red light district, was a sight I will never forget. Midgets and exotic animals ran rampant across a multicolored dance floor flooded with artificial mist that created a thrilling feeling for those who dared to venture inside, right in all the waving limps and body parts that could hardly be distinguished anymore.
Those eyes I saw between the legs of a swedish banker and the African guy who could, according to his looks, very well be a warlord, still haunt me in my sleep. Usually I roll my eyes at such motions, however I have to admit my thoughts were void as I gazed inside of the endless greenish blue eyes.
My sense of time vanished. Natural instincts took over like they do when a hunter meets its prey. Needless to say, we found ourselves on the uncomfortable, cold, and stiff hotel mattress I had slept on for weeks. Good thing we were not in need of sleep that night.
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ applies, for this will be the quarterstone of my 50 shades of grey thunder.
Last edited by Redundant; Sep 27, 2013 at 01:11 AM.