Post by Rowan Willis on May 13, 2011 3:34:40 GMT -5
The nightclub was opened around the time when the sun lowered over the horizon and most of the people was all asleep in their pretty little beds probably dreaming. As Rowan began his walk towards the entrance to the club, he stepped inside hearing loud speakers blaring, bodies moving to the beat of the acoustics. One elbow violently jabbed him along his upper, right rib-cage where he yelled out an "ow!" really loud and the medium, brown haired girl turned to look in his direction, gasped and said in a sweet tone of voice. "I'm really, am truly sorry sir."He dismissed her apologies, his lips twitched into one of those adorable chagrins he never seem to lose touch when it comes to the charming young lad, businessman, and full of energy. "Th..th..that's alright."He removed his left hand from his side where it continued to throb just a little, he was a man and can handle just about anything that included pain so he wasn't going to act like such a big baby over it. As he was moving towards the bar where beer, vodka, whiskey, wine, all of which whispered "Come Rowan, come to drink"he reached the stool, sat onto the cushion then slapped a few set of bills. "Mixed drink of beer, vodka, and a little of wine."Taking the money, the large burly man with an anchor tattoo put the cash into the cash register then started to work getting what Rowan had asked for.
Watching the tender mix all the drinks he asked for, the man finally returned with his order then tilted his head back, guzzling the entire contents down in a single gulp adding a nice little belch from what he just consumed. "Scuse me!"He smirked, shrugging his shoulders when half of the patrons eyeballed him. Hey, he was enjoying himself, then requested more of the stuff. "Are you sure sir?"Is he sure, of course he was sure. His night out in the town has just gotten started. "Yes."As he was about to get a second batch, some big boys decided to join him out of nowhere.
One of the bikers paid their share then decided to go up against the puny fellow. "We'll make a contest. Whoever drinks the most wins, gets one hundred and twenty dollars, if one of us loses well it's too bad."No one else seemed to want to compete, guess Rowan could call this bet. Did he ever bet on anything other than keep to his own business? Not really. Tonight he'll make it his best. There was five glasses of mixed drinks, each can order whatever they want from there then drunk to their hearts content. Picking the first cup, he held the glass up then downed it quickly, putting the empty glass on the counter. The big man went, he was untouchable and threw up his fat arms shouting yeah to his buddies.
The man smiled, thinking this small fellow wasn't so bad after all. He may have underestimated him just a little bit. "I'll raise the stakes this time. Two hundred. "Rowan could care less about the money, but then again he can use it either way. The two men kept it up, then as soon as the final alcohol was consumed he saw the larger guy sway his head back and forth all drunk then crash his head on the counter. The biker's gang patted Rowan's shoulders, shouting his good name. The cash was given to him, he stuffed it into his right pocket thanking all of them. His tolerance skyrocketed, the magic in his veins pulsated but it's a good thing he did not go into alcohol indulgence. Standing on his feet, he wobbled here and there then fell forward crashing to the floor unconscious.
A minute later he found himself in a beautiful meadow. There were flowers shrouding all around him, he was still lying there then opened his eyes found peace, somewhere there is safey, he felt safe without looking for it. Butterflies fluttered around his head, they then flew away leaving him where he noticed a serene lake, it glistened. The sky was black and there were stars lighting the way into the night. Many tall, oak trees towered all around him. His clothes still on, then all at once they vanished and he was naked from the neck down. His masculinity never cease to amaze. His hair baby soft, curly, and the eyes was a pretty brown. His bare feet moved through the tall, damp grass as he then found a medium sized cup with a handle on the right side of it. Learning forward, he picked it up then scooped some of the clean water into it then took a drink then raised upon his feet. Rowan thought he heard a voice, a sweet sound that was filled with elegance. "Come forward handsome stranger. Pour the liquid on all these tall trees. Look for the colors of red leaves, yellow leaves, green leaves, and orange leaves. "Following the voice's instructions he found the colorful tree in an open field. Pouring the water on all their roots, he watch one of them nod their heads then the next group of women nodded theirs in the same way, a song filled this very place straight from their lips. As if by magic, the leader stepped from her tree which was the largest than the others then moved towards him, her breasts hanging over her flat stomach for she was nude along with the other group of dryads that followed her leader towards the male, Rowan liked this, he could look and not wake up. The red headed woman seemed to be their leader cause when she started to touch his chest, the others followed her like coordinating her moves. "Change into your real form. We all want to see the real you."Closing his eyes, magic whirled around him and there before them was a slim, white form but without his loin cloth that hung between his muscular calves and thighs. He was all naked, nothing but his masculine body that the girls obviously wanted to try for themselves. The yellowed hair girl licked his left side, he shivered at even the slightest touch. "He has magic like us, only his is far greater than ours. Prince, fill your magic in these meadows, do not be scared."Their beauty influenced his will to do as they directed, the pearl on his forehead appeared then it began to flash allowing his power to create three whirling winds into a funnel shape. They began to move towards the lake, bending the air was his speciality after all and at his command the funnel winds shrunk down into a harmless breeze of air then died down into nothing. "A man whose element is that of air, I'm surprised. You can bend and control it to your liking. But, how well can you maintain such gifts?"The green haired woman asked him, he smiled down at her thinking it was appropriate to answer that with a deep, but charming voice that fit his profile. "I don't particularly use it until it is needed."Hmm, the green haired woman thought, the other woman with the orange hair went next as the tip of her tongue ran across his right side, dancing along his ribcage which jolted him to life a little more. The leader, the red headed dryad swirled her own tongue over around his midsection then started move it around his navel where a pearl rested within, she licked that too flicking it. Rowan allowed them to do what they want with him, he felt another hand explore him, her hand moving all around his penis, which became rock hard. It was then the orange hair told him to make love to her, he could not resist as the two kissed, long and hard. As time passed, he noticed the women had finished their erotic introduction, a dance, and the moment he spent with something so magical he felt why not keep this dream himself. Don't tell anyone what he's experienced here.
As the meadows shifted, reality itself returned. He fluttered his eyes wide opened, he was human and he was wearing clothes. The only thing was he was full of vigor, then found himself in a guest room somewhere in the club. Rowan was all wet, the front of his pants soggy as he had no doubt released some sperm, a few had stuck to his pants. Even though it was a dream, it felt so real, so amazing that he found it hard to think rather it was a sign or it was probably fictional, in the end he told himself. What the fuck? I danced with them, I interacted with them, and I also got to have sex with them. If he was in heaven then where exactly were the clouds? He thought he heard a knock at the door but he was too busy staring up at the ceiling with a dumbass grin on his face.
Watching the tender mix all the drinks he asked for, the man finally returned with his order then tilted his head back, guzzling the entire contents down in a single gulp adding a nice little belch from what he just consumed. "Scuse me!"He smirked, shrugging his shoulders when half of the patrons eyeballed him. Hey, he was enjoying himself, then requested more of the stuff. "Are you sure sir?"Is he sure, of course he was sure. His night out in the town has just gotten started. "Yes."As he was about to get a second batch, some big boys decided to join him out of nowhere.
One of the bikers paid their share then decided to go up against the puny fellow. "We'll make a contest. Whoever drinks the most wins, gets one hundred and twenty dollars, if one of us loses well it's too bad."No one else seemed to want to compete, guess Rowan could call this bet. Did he ever bet on anything other than keep to his own business? Not really. Tonight he'll make it his best. There was five glasses of mixed drinks, each can order whatever they want from there then drunk to their hearts content. Picking the first cup, he held the glass up then downed it quickly, putting the empty glass on the counter. The big man went, he was untouchable and threw up his fat arms shouting yeah to his buddies.
The man smiled, thinking this small fellow wasn't so bad after all. He may have underestimated him just a little bit. "I'll raise the stakes this time. Two hundred. "Rowan could care less about the money, but then again he can use it either way. The two men kept it up, then as soon as the final alcohol was consumed he saw the larger guy sway his head back and forth all drunk then crash his head on the counter. The biker's gang patted Rowan's shoulders, shouting his good name. The cash was given to him, he stuffed it into his right pocket thanking all of them. His tolerance skyrocketed, the magic in his veins pulsated but it's a good thing he did not go into alcohol indulgence. Standing on his feet, he wobbled here and there then fell forward crashing to the floor unconscious.
A minute later he found himself in a beautiful meadow. There were flowers shrouding all around him, he was still lying there then opened his eyes found peace, somewhere there is safey, he felt safe without looking for it. Butterflies fluttered around his head, they then flew away leaving him where he noticed a serene lake, it glistened. The sky was black and there were stars lighting the way into the night. Many tall, oak trees towered all around him. His clothes still on, then all at once they vanished and he was naked from the neck down. His masculinity never cease to amaze. His hair baby soft, curly, and the eyes was a pretty brown. His bare feet moved through the tall, damp grass as he then found a medium sized cup with a handle on the right side of it. Learning forward, he picked it up then scooped some of the clean water into it then took a drink then raised upon his feet. Rowan thought he heard a voice, a sweet sound that was filled with elegance. "Come forward handsome stranger. Pour the liquid on all these tall trees. Look for the colors of red leaves, yellow leaves, green leaves, and orange leaves. "Following the voice's instructions he found the colorful tree in an open field. Pouring the water on all their roots, he watch one of them nod their heads then the next group of women nodded theirs in the same way, a song filled this very place straight from their lips. As if by magic, the leader stepped from her tree which was the largest than the others then moved towards him, her breasts hanging over her flat stomach for she was nude along with the other group of dryads that followed her leader towards the male, Rowan liked this, he could look and not wake up. The red headed woman seemed to be their leader cause when she started to touch his chest, the others followed her like coordinating her moves. "Change into your real form. We all want to see the real you."Closing his eyes, magic whirled around him and there before them was a slim, white form but without his loin cloth that hung between his muscular calves and thighs. He was all naked, nothing but his masculine body that the girls obviously wanted to try for themselves. The yellowed hair girl licked his left side, he shivered at even the slightest touch. "He has magic like us, only his is far greater than ours. Prince, fill your magic in these meadows, do not be scared."Their beauty influenced his will to do as they directed, the pearl on his forehead appeared then it began to flash allowing his power to create three whirling winds into a funnel shape. They began to move towards the lake, bending the air was his speciality after all and at his command the funnel winds shrunk down into a harmless breeze of air then died down into nothing. "A man whose element is that of air, I'm surprised. You can bend and control it to your liking. But, how well can you maintain such gifts?"The green haired woman asked him, he smiled down at her thinking it was appropriate to answer that with a deep, but charming voice that fit his profile. "I don't particularly use it until it is needed."Hmm, the green haired woman thought, the other woman with the orange hair went next as the tip of her tongue ran across his right side, dancing along his ribcage which jolted him to life a little more. The leader, the red headed dryad swirled her own tongue over around his midsection then started move it around his navel where a pearl rested within, she licked that too flicking it. Rowan allowed them to do what they want with him, he felt another hand explore him, her hand moving all around his penis, which became rock hard. It was then the orange hair told him to make love to her, he could not resist as the two kissed, long and hard. As time passed, he noticed the women had finished their erotic introduction, a dance, and the moment he spent with something so magical he felt why not keep this dream himself. Don't tell anyone what he's experienced here.
As the meadows shifted, reality itself returned. He fluttered his eyes wide opened, he was human and he was wearing clothes. The only thing was he was full of vigor, then found himself in a guest room somewhere in the club. Rowan was all wet, the front of his pants soggy as he had no doubt released some sperm, a few had stuck to his pants. Even though it was a dream, it felt so real, so amazing that he found it hard to think rather it was a sign or it was probably fictional, in the end he told himself. What the fuck? I danced with them, I interacted with them, and I also got to have sex with them. If he was in heaven then where exactly were the clouds? He thought he heard a knock at the door but he was too busy staring up at the ceiling with a dumbass grin on his face.
