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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
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| Monday, May 2nd, 2011 | |
| 12:57 pm | Charlize and Katya Lacerda: Dirty girl [Current] Four days off. Katya's practically purring when she emerges from the locker room, freshly showered, wide awake and perfectly used from her last session. Her boots feel strange and heavy on her feet, she's been barefoot for so long, but she likes the solid thud they make on the marble floor leading to the bar. Standing just to the right of the door, she gauges the crowd and decides on a two person booth along the wall. Scanning the room again, Katya catches her breath and allows the dizzying flip of arousal to simply happen for a few seconds. Smiling up at the server when he appears, she orders a sparkling water with orange for herself, and another of whatever Charlize is drinking to be delivered to her. Charlize is allowing herself one drink - one drink- before she leaves for the night, and she knows damn well she's earned that drink. But when a second Manhattan appears before her, she gives the bartender a sharp look. "Don't encourage me," she warns him, "I'm being good and going home." "It's from the lady," the bartender says with a grin, giving a nod toward Katya behind her. ''Beat on her if you don't want it.'' |
| Tuesday, March 8th, 2011 | |
| 4:55 pm | |
| Monday, December 20th, 2010 | |
| 12:55 pm | Charlize and Kat Lacerda: Chains that bite [Current] Katya bids her last appointment goodbye with dual kisses to his pitted cheeks, smiling fondly and trailing her hand over his arm until he finally pulls away and turns. As soon as he's out of sight, her lips purse, blowing a huff of air to clear a lock of hair from her forehead. She tries very hard--and manages--not to roll her eyes. Thank God that's over. The man had not stopped looking at his watch the entire time! She was beginning to feel like a very expensive inconvenience. ''Tonight, you'll be in command of your own pleasure.'' |
| Saturday, May 15th, 2010 | |
| 12:59 pm | Citadel Fiji Voyeur Event: Charlize & in-house sub (OC) Ciarin This is the original performance log. |
| Wednesday, March 17th, 2010 | |
| 11:03 am | Charlize Theron sends a delivery to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} citadel_kate Winslet[recent] Charlize hates this shit. For the simple reason that she doesn't do this, this... courting thing. She has no experience with it whatsoever, because she's never needed to. But she really wants to see Kate again. And for some nagging reason which she's not yet ready to examine in the full light of day, she doesn't want to just ring Kate and invite her to scene. She's got a nasty feeling that leaves her with... courting. ( Delivered to Kate ) |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 | |
| 11:14 am | Charlize meets Kate Winslet and very good things ensue [current] The brief stay in London had, so far, been a balm to Kate's battered spirits and still-recovering body. The H1N1 bout had really wrecked havoc with her, more than she knew. And the weight she lost was getting the wrong sort of attention now that the photos from the German awards ceremony had been released. "How does Kate look so good in that slinky dress?" the gossip rags and blogs were asking. "Easy, just get a horrible virus that keeps you from eating solid food for two weeks and puts you in hospital for IV hydration so you don't die." Yes, she may be just a bit bitter over it all. And there's really only one cure for that. Her sisters say so, her mother says so, even down to earth Emma says so and she's forced to bow to the collective of female wisdom in her life and heed their advice. That's why she's browsing at Harvey Nichols right now. When bitter, she was told, take some Willow essence tincture and then? ( Go shopping. ) |
| Friday, June 29th, 2007 | |
| 4:07 pm | Afternoon at the Mansion: Charlize lays into Jake Gyllenhaal ( jake_g)[current] Jake kneels in the middle of the bright and airy room, naked, cold, sitting on his haunches with his knees far apart. As he's waiting his mind flits through his last few conversations with Viggo, and, more importantly, they've been dwelling on Mac's words. Bro, you don't really trust anybody, is what he said and contemplating that, Jake thinks that Mac is right. And the worse part? His relationship with Viggo has suffered, and that, to Jake, is unacceptable. So, here he is now, in Citadel, waiting patiently for his penance. ( ''Looking for absolution, boy?'' ) |
| Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 | |
| 1:12 pm | Charlize and Cam Gigandet: Dragons, past and present [Current] [Warnings: knifeplay, bloodplay] They say she's the best. A real fuckin' dragon lady. Cam smirks as he takes the room number from the concierge. "We'll see," he mutters to himself, noting the lack of keycard in his packet and hoping she got the memo that he's not a sub. Opting to take the stairs as a sort of warm up, he's not even breathing hard when he reaches the fifth floor. He taps at the door lightly and takes a deep breath. Restless energy keeps him bouncing slightly on his toes. ''See anything that interests you?'' |
| Sunday, February 11th, 2007 | |
| 12:09 pm | Vignette: Off the clock [current] Charlize is not a screamer. An occasional moaner, yes. A throaty demander, absolutely. Mostly, though, she's all but silent-- right through to her orgasm when her face flushes with ecstasy, her breathing halts. Tommy would know. He's watched her come three times already this afternoon. She tugs at the chain draped between his nipple rings and he whimpers, arching beneath her, jerking against the cuffs locking down his spread-eagled arms. By now he knows better than to beg, knows it won't do him any good anyway. Today Tommy is here for Charlize's pleasure. First. Foremost. Perhaps only. ( Right now, he's wishing he'd never met her. ) [Feedback welcome; all comments screened] |
| Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 | |
| 8:50 pm | Entertaining Jessica Biel [current] Eyeing the sofa critically, Charlize leans down and adjusts the accent pillows one last time. It's rare that she lets anyone visit her place, inviting them into her inner sanctum. But she enjoyed her time with Jessica and she wouldn't mind some sex - okay, truth be told she's gagging for it (but she'll never admit that) - and Charlize feels most comfortable at home. Anyway, it was a good excuse to clean up, and as she turns a slow circle in the middle of her flat, she nods in satisfaction. Luxurious fabrics, vibrant colors, sensuous furniture that beckons one to dive in. And now no more magazines hiding under the couch, she thinks, turning to her bedroom to freshen up. She's wearing everything they bought that day - the underwear, the shoes, the dress. Jessica spent far too much time in front of the mirror this afternoon and into the evening, playing with her hair until it hung perfectly straight, parted in the middle and falling into her face like a mysterious curtain. Her only jewelry is a heavy silver cuff bracelet and as she turns to grab her purse, she gives herself one more critical glance. She looks like a grown-up. Tie me up and do whatever you want. |
| Sunday, July 16th, 2006 | |
| 12:06 pm | Charlize and Jessica go shopping... for more than clothes [current] Charlize checks the time on her cell phone and strolls down the busy London street, enjoying the warm afternoon. She's wearing a serene shade of blue today, but her halter dress is anything but demure, and she ignores the admiring glances she collects. After all, she expects them. Her white high-heeled sandals click on the pavement as she walks through the Covent Garden shopping area, window-shopping and meandering towards her favorite shoe shop, Poste Mistress. She's looking forward to meeting Jessica, if a bit uncertain of what will develop. Uncertainty she can handle however, and while she's hoping for some pleasant company, at the very least she'll be getting some new shoes out of this afternoon. Linen short shorts, heels and a swingy peasant top are the latest trend (according to the fashion magazines) and Jessica decides to be trendy and girly for her "meeting slash date" with Charlize. So long with Chris and she's starting to forget to wear anything but sweats around the house. ''I'd want to hear every little moan and whimper you need to make for me.'' |
| Thursday, June 15th, 2006 | |
| 4:41 pm | e-mail for Jessica Biel To: subonparadeFrom: m_charlizeSubject: Meeting Jessica- This weekend works for me. I'm looking forward to seeing you in the flesh, and I'm sure we'll find plenty to talk about. -Charlize |
| Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 | |
| 9:01 pm | Charlize meets up with Peter Sarsgaard in New York [current] Charlize swirls her mojito in its tall glass, then licks a few crystals of sugar from her fingertips. She winks at the bartender - one of her personal favorites - and relaxes against the bar, soaking up the ambiance. London is different, definitely, and she likes it a lot. But New York still feels like home, and she's enjoying just hanging out at the Citadel, not on the clock. For one thing, she can observe the various patrons and employees without hearing the constant needy beat of her paycheck in the back of her head. Although, the shoes - she stretches out a long leg and admires her glossy new lace-up stiletto - the shoes are definitely worth it. As has become pretty much typical for him in the last nearly year and a half, Peter's at the club...but he's tucked himself safely away in the corner. He shakes his head a little at himself but doesn't make any sort of move from where he is. If it all gets to be too much for him, he'll book one of the club's Doms. It certainly wouldn't be the first time and he's sure it won't be the last. ''All that lovely skin and not a single mark. Someone's not been paying you enough attention, boy.'' |
| Tuesday, April 11th, 2006 | |
| 7:13 pm | An afternoon with dougray Scott[current] "I know you can make more noise for me, boy." The silky voice has an edge of steel, and Dougray shivers as it plays over his skin. He swallows hard, his jaw aching and his cheeks pulled tight around the ball gag. And at the next strike of the paddle, smacking sharply against the clothespins marching down his pleasure trail, he groans louder. ''Better.'' |
| Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 | |
| 11:27 am | |
| Thursday, March 30th, 2006 | |
| 9:11 pm | An encounter with cate_b [current] Charlize is always early for her appointments; she makes sure of it. She wants to be there first, needs to be settled and ready, waiting, before the client arrives. When clients walk into a scening room and find her just like this - sprawled and comfortable in an armchair, decadent body languorously displayed as she smokes a lazy cigarette - it never fails to push them a bit off-balance. It's a clear announcement of home-court advantage. A slim psychological edge, perhaps. But an edge nonetheless. And Charlize will take it. ''Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?'' |
| Sunday, February 12th, 2006 | |
| 12:39 am | Charlize and kief discuss manners and positive reinforcement[cross-posted; took place 2/9/06; will be backdated] Her client this morning had been an asthmatic, and so Charlize had gritted her teeth and set her cigs aside. Goddamn weak subs, always wanting to be babied... she thinks now, putting a cigarette between her pursed lips and fishing out her lighter. That first slow decadent drag in and long smooth exhalation have her more balanced in an instant, though, and she lounges in the bar's overstuffed armchair, ready to enjoy a simple pleasure and not have to put up with any shit for at least an hour. Her satisfaction in a hassle-free moment is short lived. Kief is restless, after yet another fight with Holly over how he spends his free time. He's healed nicely from his miscalculation in New York, he's bored, he's looking for trouble. And she sits down, most conveniently, only six feet away from him. He takes two drinks off the passing server's tray, walks over and sits down on the coffee table directly across from the woman. Holding out one glass to her, he grins, and murmurs, "Hello tall, blonde and dangerous. Nice tits." Kief salutes with his own glass and takes a sip. Ugh. Something and Diet Coke and who the fuck orders liquor and Diet anything? He hides the bitter face with another charming grin. ''Touching me is a privilege, pig. And it's a privilege you haven't earned.'' |
| Wednesday, February 1st, 2006 | |
| 7:41 pm | Meeting the Mistress [Current; huge thanks to jennandanica for playing NPC David]David looks around the room, swallowing hard as he considers cancelling the appointment. He's been a member for three months but this is the first time he's hired an in-house dominant and he's not sure what to expect. Charlize looks up at the sound of the door opening, but doesn't rush from the bathroom; she's got her eyeliner to finish touching up, after all. She watches him in the mirror for a long moment more, sizing him up while he's still unaware he's being watched. Interesting. She does love the ones in suits-- it's just always so much fun to break their armor and see what's inside. ( Charlize despises having to drag out the stepstool just to suspend a man. ) |
| Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 | |
| 9:34 pm | Meeting cit_heather by the pool[current] Heather dries her hands, wrapping the towel in a circle around her neck as she sits down in the teak poolside chair. She takes another towel and lays it over her still damp legs, covering her pink crochet bikini. She can't wait to draw out what she's seeing in her mind as she digs for her pencil and note book. The pool water is running in cold streams down the back of her neck and she shivers slightly, heated indoor pool or no, it's cold when you get out. "Yes..." she whispers, quickly drawing a figure on the paper. As Charlize strolls in from the adjacent steam room, her eye is immediately caught by the lovely blonde sitting by the pool. There's something familiar about her, and Charlize cocks her hip and just observes her for long moments as she tries to place her. Perhaps from the journals, but she's really not sure. No matter. She approaches and stands casually in front of the other blonde, well aware that she's filling out her cherry-red halter-top bikini to perfection. "Hi there." ''Do I make you nervous?'' |
| 11:08 am | Meeting Heather Graham by the pool Heather dries her hands, wrapping the towel in a circle around her neck as she sits down in the teak poolside chair. She takes another towel and lays it over her still damp legs, covering her pink crochet bikini. She can't wait to draw out what she's seeing in her mind as she digs for her pencil and note book. The pool water is running in cold streams down the back of her neck and she shivers slightly, heated indoor pool or no, it's cold when you get out. "Yes..." she whispers, quickly drawing a figure on the paper. As Charlize strolls in from the adjacent steam room, her eye is immediately caught by the lovely blonde sitting by the pool. There's something familiar about her, and Charlize cocks her hip and just observes her for long moments as she tries to place her. Perhaps from the journals, but she's really not sure. No matter. She approaches and stands casually in front of the other blonde, well aware that she's filling out her cherry-red halter-top bikini to perfection. "Hi there." ''Did you purchase the ones with the purple ribbons?'' |
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