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Rayla aka Rayray



Last Updated: 6/6/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Engaged
Age: 29
Sign: Virgo

City: Marmarth
State: North Dakota
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/1/2006

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May 27, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lilly had purposefully forgotten her water bottle down at the desk that morning when she had been releaved. Walking down the hall toward the front desk she carefully pulled her long dark hair into a high pony tail, her short black work out shorts and tank top hugging her curves and showing the lines of the swimsuit she was wearing underneith.
Reaching the front desk she hoisted herself up on the hight counter and leaned over it in order to grab her water bottle. The low cut of her tanktop revealing a gracious view of her pale cleavage.
"Forget something?" Chris's deep voice asked as he watched her lean across the counter.
"Mmm." Was the only response she graced him with as she grabbed the missing water bottle and gracefully slid off the counter.

She did her daily work out as if no one were watching her. Her firm body flexing with every mile jogged on the tred mil, or climbed on the stairstepper. After she was finished she took the time to slowly pull the black tank top over her head, the small black bikini top slowly showing iteself against her pale but firm body. Discarding the tank top onto a nearby table she began the same slow ritural with her shorts before diving into the chilly pool water.
She was sure she had him drooling as she caught sight of his tall, muscular figure standing at the entrence to the pool with every lap she swam. But simply having him watch her wasn't good enough. Slowly taking the small set of steps out of the pool she rang out her hair and ajusted her bikini bottoms.  Glancing in his direction she gave him a small sensual smile before picking her water bottle up from the table and taking a long slow pull from the top.
May 26, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lilly stifled a small yawn as she absently surfed the web from her possition at the front desk. It was only a little after nine pm, but she had been sleeping fewer and fewer hours since she began meeting with Jenny. Not that she minded.
"Excuse me," the voice was deep, male, and familiar.
Lilly glanced up at the the man standing infront of the desk, he had shaggy short brown hair, and grey blue eyes. He wore nothing but a pair of black and blue swim trunks that slung low on his hips, his bare chest glistening with pool water.
"What do you need Chris?" She asked.
"The pools out of towels." He stated, grinning foolishly.
She didn't believe him, there had been plenty of towels when she had relieved him at the desk just an hour earlier. Smirking she fished the keys to the linen closet out of the drawer to her right and threw them at him. "Then go get some more."
He stared at her for a moment, the keys hitting his well chisled pectoral before landing on the raised counter in front of him.
"And don't forget to bring it back when you have your towel." She added, turning back to her computer screen.
He stared at her a moment longer before grabbing the keys off the counter, and walking back toward the pool, grumbling to himself as he did so.
She smiled. It wasn't that she didn't like men, or even that she found him unattractive. It was simply that he was trying to make her want him, and she didn't want to give him the pleasure of success. Instead she would make him want her to the point that he would stop playing such childish games.
May 26, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Writing and Poetry

Living in the hotel she worked for made it easy for her to get to work on time, and it wasn't like she needed the added room of an apartment or house. It was just her, well and her cat, but the little green eyed calico didn't mind stocking about the room as if it was her own personal jungle. She'd lived peacefully enough, taking full advantage of the hotel pool and gym, not to metion the housekeeping.
She really enjoyed her daily visits from housekeeping. Most of the housekeeping staff were older women, who were slightly heavy set and all bad natured.
However, Jenny was none of those things. She was average in height and weight, with large firm breasts, dark mohogany hair and honey eyes. She was sweet and shy, but most of all, she was kinky.
The two women had hit it off one morning while she watched Jenny changing the sheets on her bed. The light blue maid outfit fit her curved nicely and she couldn't help but comment on it.
"If that dress was any tighter you'd pop buttons." She stated as nonchalantly as possible.
Jenny blushed slightly, "I know. If I wear underwear to work you can see the lines through the fabric."
"So you don't wear any underwear under that tiny little dress?" She asked, leaning sideways on her chair as if the change in angle would allow her a better view up the other girls skirt. "Aren't you worried a guest might see something they shouldn't?"
Her blush deepened, but she didn't respond.
"You should just tell managment that you need a bigger dress. I'm sure they will be glad to ablige."
"I... I don't want a bigger size." Her blush traveled down her neck, her fingers stilling one the white cotten sheet she had maticuliously spreading across the bed. "I like the fact that someone could see me. It's... a turn on."
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh I see, so you're a bit of a pervert."
"Please don't tell the managers. I think they might fire me if they knew." Jenny pleaded
"I'm not going to tell on you. I think it's sexy. By the way, I'm Lilly. I work the night shift at the front desk."
Jenny blushed for a third time. "Jenny. You really wont tell anyone?"
Lilly smiled, "Definately not. Like I said, I think it's sexy to know that the girl cleaning my room isn't wearing anything under her skin tight little dress. Though I could think of something sexier."
"What's that?"
"If you were cleaning my room in nothing but that dress, a few of the top buttons undone and a vibrator pressed up inside you." It was a bold statement, but Lilly was feeling bold, and Jenny was a very attractive woman.
Jenny bit her bottom lip, her thighs rubbing together. "This is going to sound really strange, but can I come and clean your room tomorrow too?"
Lilly laughed, "I would love to see more of you."
That was how her relationship with Jenny had begun. From that day on she had the pleasure of Jenny's company every morning. Both women fully satisfying the other before Jenny moved to her other duties in the hotel.
 

Currently playing:
Grand Theft Auto San Andreas
Release date: 2006-06-15
May 25, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Writing and Poetry
Rydan, Diplamat of the family, elder brother. Tends to take himself a bit too seriously and is a bit off his rocker Rydan had become obsessed with her. That was the only word he could use to describe it, as unhealthy as it might have been. He was completely obsessed with her. She was a warrior, unbeaten and passionate. She was passionate about everything.  Everything, but him. He would have her passion, even if he had to lie, cheat and steal to get it.
Deanna, dragoon, master with a spear. Has only ever lost to Deresti"What are you thinking about?"
Rydan, Diplamat of the family, elder brother. Tends to take himself a bit too seriously and is a bit off his rocker"You." He wasn't lieing, but he wasn't stupid enough to go into detail. He wanted to see lust in her calculating eyes, but she'd never graced him with such a look. They'd had sex, but he had always been the one to start it. She had never looked at him with lust, not even when she had been drugged.
Deanna, dragoon, master with a spear. Has only ever lost to DerestiShe laughed softly, and smiled at him. "Well I'm sitting right here, you can always talk to me instead of just thinking about me."
Currently playing:
Grand Theft Auto San Andreas
Release date: 2006-06-15
May 23, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
He'd seen her in the crowd, it had been hard not to. She stood in the front row, her long pale hands resting against the railing that seperated the stage from the screaming throngs below. Her pale blue eyes were locked on him, and him alone, they never even glanced at the other members of the band, or at the people packed in around her. Her crimson dusted lips moved in time to his own, almost as if she was singing his songs to him.
He forced himself to look away from her, to scan the audience as he sang, but none of the other fans kept his attention the way she had. Turning his toffee eyes back to her, he took a moment to take in the way her blonde hair cascaded down her neck and across her shoulders, catching the colors of the lights as the pulsed above them. The cerlean blue silk that was pulled tight over the swell of her breasts, her pale shoulders bare.
When his eyes finally met hers again, they seemed to glint with amusement, her full lips turned up in the slightest of smiles. She knew he'd been checking her out, knew he liked what he saw. The look she gave him almost seemed as if she was giving her permission, telling him it was okay to look. But then her eyes changed, hardening as the drilled into his own.
You will look me in the eye, and you will look only at me. They seemed to say, and something in his soul responded to the silent command.
As one song broke into another his eyes never left hers, he sang for her, to her, the rest of the audiance became unimportant, nothing more then background noise.
Slowly, pale blue eyes closed, and in that instant he was released from their spell. Forcing his gaze away from her he looked out over the crowd and then turned to glance at his bandmates. Each in turn gave him a slight nod, signalling that it was time to draw the show to a close. One last song and then he would thank the audiance and he would be able to retreat backstage.

KK... that's all for tonight. I might write more on this tomorrow if I'm still in the mood. But I have to be up in less then 6 hours so I'm going to go to sleep now. Night night my story time readers
Currently listening:
Phobia
By Breaking Benjamin
Release date: 2006-08-08
May 21, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

She could sense him, even in the unlit depths of the castle she knew he was there. Closing her eyes against the darkness of the dungons she opened her other senses, using them to lead her down crumbling stone corridors.


So boring... god my brain is dead....

Ramua.” The older Elvaan man panted as he continued to pound into the boy’s mouth.

Thain had gone undercover more times then he cared to admit. In truth, he was beginning to forgot who ‘he’ really was. It seemed like every other week he was someone else, a feat only possible with moogle magic. Most of the missions he was sent on would not be possible without it, no non-Hume would ever trust one to get close enough to bust them doing something illegal. He had spend months disguised as a Gulka to infiltrate a ring of anti-Hume terrorists, had been a Tarutaru for over a year to find the location of illegal magic scrolls that had been excavated from the Horutoto Ruins and then vanished, and now he was a female Elvaan looking for proof of the kidnapping, torture and murder of over a dozen non-Elvaan who had disappeared over the years inside the walls of San d’Oria.

It had taken him months of running errands for high standing citizens and hunting with the children of the social elite, but he had finally gotten the invitation he had been waiting for. The Griffon’s Mane was an Elvaan and invitation only tavern, that was rumored to be the hub of the kidnappings.

There was a lot of pressure from the Jeuno Duchery to wrap the case up after yet another young adventurer was found tortured to death outside the walls of San d’Oria. It drove him crazy to know that four people had died in the time it had taken him to infiltrate the tavern. He only hoped that he would be able to put an end to the murders.

“Raquius, I’m so glad you could make it.” He was greeted by the owner of the tavern, a wealthy Elvaan woman named Diashaunos who’s long gray hair was drawn into a braid and pinned like a halo against her head.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Thain answered, his voice the gentle soprano a woman’s should be. He brushed stray strands of light blond hair behind a long Elvaan ear, and smiled pleasantly; despite the extreme distaste he had for the woman.

“I think you’ll enjoy tonight’s entertainment.” She cooed before going to welcome other Elvaan who had just entered the tavern.

He casually watched the room, noting that there were over a dozen people scattered about, each wealthy and influential. It was going to be hard to keep most of them in prison, he noted sourly, if any of them even made it that far. He hated the odds and just hoped that the outrage at these crimes from the other countries would be enough to keep the San d’Orian Monarchy from ignoring the transgressions of those around him.

At 20:00 Diashaunos stood before the assembled group, a devilish grin spread across her face. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to bring out the entertainment.” With a grand gesture of her hand she reached behind the curtain that was hung against the back wall and pulled a very naked male Mithra out.

The Mithra was barely more then a child, his lithe body trembling in terror. Lilac eyes scanned the audience, his hands covering his manhood.

“What the hell is this Diashaunos? Where did you get a male Mithra?” Shouted one of the men, his eyes raking over the flesh before him.

“I found him hunting in La Theine. At first I mistook him for a female, as he was dressed as one.” She explained, her grip on the boy’s arm vice tight.

A murmur went through the crowd before two of the men, both members of the Royal Guard, broke from the pack and walked toward the frightened boy. “Dressed as a girl huh? Then we should treat him like a girl.”

The Mithra cried out in surprise as the two larger Elvaan forced him to his knees. The men where not gentle in their treatment of the boy as each withdrew their thick dark members from their pants. Pure panic laced his features as he was presented with the two shafts, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

It took all of Thain’s training to keep from snarling at the scene and all his willpower to stay seated and not go to the Mithra’s rescue. If he stopped this group before they harmed the boy, the agency would have nothing to charge the group with.

One of the Elvaan men, who’s black hair hung haphazardly around his face, moved behind the frightened Mithra. Kneeling he grabbed the boy by the waist and lifted him before slowly impaling him on his length.

The Mithra screamed in pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes.

The other Elvaan, an older and higher ranking member of the guard with a full white blond beard and short hair, forced his shaft into the screaming boy’s mouth causing him to gag.

Those not participating laughed as they watched the two violate the Mithra boy.

“I think he likes it.” Stated one of the women watching. “Look how hard his little kitty cock is.”

More laughter filled the room as the younger Elvaan grabbed the boy’s wrists and forced them down to his sides to keep him from covering himself.

“You should ride that little kitty cock

She wasted no time in discarding her clothes, the two men pushed the Mithra into a more reclined position to allow her easier access to his rigid manhood.

The boy gasped, and then gagged as she lowered herself onto him and began to rock back and forth, neither men slowing their pace as they continued to ravage his young body.

Thain grit his teeth, his resolve to wait out his reinforcements crumbling to dust. However, before he could do more then rise from his seat there was the sound of something heavy hitting the door.

The crack of wood splintering as it suffered several massive blows caused everyone on the tavern to jump and turn toward the door as it was forced from it’s hinges. The three who had been busying themselves with the young man’s body stopped mid thrust, the little Mithra still trapped between them, his own eyes wide with fear at the noise, tears still streaming down his face.

“No one move! There is no escape.” The guard captain bellowed as he and his men swarmed into the room, their blades drawn. “Surrender now, or your lives are forfeit!”

No one fought, Thain knew the attack had come as a surprise and none of them were prepared to even formulate an escape attempt. The three Elvaan who had been enjoying their tormenting of the Mithra where pulled from his frail body and shackled. The guards did not even allow them time to replace the clothing that had been shed.

One of the guards, a young Elvaan with spiky red hair draped a blanket across the Mithran boy’s shoulders. After he saw that the boy was in no shape to do anything for himself, he wrapped him in it and picked him up gently.

Thain allowed himself to be arrested with the rest of the patrons. The shackles were cold and tight on his wrists, and he had no idea how long it would be before someone else from agency came to retrieve him, but he was glad the royal guard had arrived before the degradation and torture of the boy had gone any farther. He scanned the crowed that had gathered as he was lead towards Bostaunieux Oubliette, amists all the Elvaan faces there were two that stood out; one: a Mithra with spiky white hair, a few years older then the lilac haired boy who had been wrapped in a blanket and carried from the tavern, two: a dark skinned Hume with long black hair. The Hume he knew, and he sighed inwardly knowing that she had the nasty habit of letting him sit in the cells he was thrown in for longer then necessary. He had been hoping that the agency would send anyone else that worked with them.

As they entered the Chateau d’Oraguille, he felt a strong grip on his arm. “We’ve been informed that this one will be the first to be interrogated.” Came a harsh and formal voice from behind him as he was pulled from the line of prisoners and led down a separate hall from the rest.

Once he was alone with the Elvaan that had pulled him aside he heard the click of a key in a lock and then felt the shackles pull free of his wrists.

“The Kingdom of San d’Oria shall deal with the prisoners. You and the one who came for you are to leave this matter to us as of this moment.”

Thain nodded and rubbed his wrists. “But know that we do have the names of everyone in that tavern tonight. If they aren’t punished for this crime we will have no choice but to go to the leaders of the other countries with the information of what you have chosen to ignore.” He warned before making his way back out of the Chateau, glad to leave the place behind him.

“Did I ever mention that you look stupid as an Elvaan woman?” Even in the dark Thain could not mistake that voice.

“Then dispel the illusion already.” He snapped as he continued toward the port of the city, eager to get out of the city.

“Do it yourself.” She snarled, obviously annoyed at his tone, as she tossed him a small veil that barely glinted in the light of the street lamps.

Reaching out he managed to catch it before it hit the stone walkway. Pulling the stopper out with his teeth , he spit it to the ground before draining the contents of the veil. He didn’t feel any different, but he never did. A quick check of his hand confirmed that he was once again light skinned, he ran the same hand through his hair to make sure that it once again curtained his face. “I think this op was worse then the last one.” His voice sounded strange in his own ears, the bass a stark contrast to the soprano he had become accustomed to.

“I saw them bring that Mithra out. She looked catatonic.”

“He, Kylea. The Mithra was a boy. Couldn’t have been more then 18. Though even with all I’ve seen and done I don’t know if I would be able to cope with what happened to him tonight had it been me.”

“Elvaan are just plain sick if you ask me. And I hope the other nations come down hard on this place for what’s been going on. The boat back to Jeuno will be leaving port in ten minutes. We better pick up the pace if we don’t want to miss it.”

Thain nodded and ran down the path of houses, through the darkened corridors of the port and across the dock leading into the waiting airship. Slightly out of breath he leaned his left hand against the wall and placed his right on his knee.

“Out of shape much?” Kylea asked from her perch on the stairs leading up to the deck.

Thain glanced up at her from under his brow and scowled slightly. “Not everyone is versed in the ‘art’ of running away.”

She scoffed at him before pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them randomly. In Thain’s opinion it was one of her most annoying habits, but one he had grown use to over time.

The airship lurched slightly as it pulled out of the port and made a seamless transition from floating upon the dark murky depths to floating amidst the stars.

Walking up the stairs to the deck Thain closed his eyes as the wind whipped against his face and took a deep breath. He was physically and mentally exhausted from the mission and planned on spending his first day off in bed.

“The boss wants to brief us on our next mission as soon as we land.” Kylea informed him as she sat against the railing, her face turned up to the sky.

He groaned and sunk down onto the deck beside her. “You’re kidding? I’ve been working this case for months and I’m not even going to get a break before they send me out again?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” She replied with a shrug

Thain let his head fall back against the rail with a thud and closed his eyes. “Wake me when we get home then.”

May 20, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry
The visions were driving him mad. At first Carth had welcomed the escape, the idea of another world, another time. Where he was not bound in slavery to the cruel Lord of the sith, but a free republic soldier attempting to put an end to the Sith. He had craved the adventure and the companionship, every minute spent in reality knotted in his stomach. But then, then he realized he was falling in love with a phantom. Revan had collected everyone that he had incountered in the alternate reality, everyone but her. He'd never told the Dark Lord about her, and somehow managed to convince the others that they should remain silent about her existance. But she was haunting him now, an unfufilled need that burned in his soul. Even in the dream world he was unable to bring himself to touch her, though he could recall every time her hand had lingered on his, or his arm, his shoulder; his cheek... his chest. The warmth of her hand was a memory on his skin, despite the fact that they had never touched.
"You need to calm down man." Came the voice of his copilot, a man ten years his younger who was also a slave of the Sith and also plaqued by vissions brought upon by the Ebon Hawk.
"I am calm." Carth ground out.
"No you're not. You've been on edge for days."
Carth let out a low growl as he rose from his place at the pilots chair. "I'm NOT on edge." He wasn't supose to leave the cockpit, he knew that. It was one of a dozen rules Revan had instated over the course of their journey. He knew he would be punished, but he feet continued to make their way down the long corridors