We all have fears. They lie deep inside us, haunting us when we least expect it. Over the years I've learned to confront my fears. It hasn't always been easy and now I find it is sometimes almost, but not quite impossible. My fears are different than most. They are deep and real. And they are difficult to quantify. But I perservere.
Fear is a healthy instinct in it's pure form. It is only when it is perverted by self-doubt and a loss of confidence that it becomes corrosive and debilitating. There are times when I question my abilities. Times when I feel less than confident. Times when I feel completely inadequate. It is, I suppose a natural process. I find myself questioning what lies at my core. It is then that I find the need to summon my strength and continue on. It is a never-ending quest.
My quest takes me on many journeys. It is much the same as setting sail on unknown seas. It is like boarding a magical, mystical train and riding through the night with no clue as to the destination. It's not courage that drives me. Rather it is trust and imagination and curiousity. It is the messages painted on the sky. It is the spirit guides I encounter when I dream. It is the magic of the talking trees, the amazing communication of all that surrounds me.
When the fear comes crashing down like a tidal wave all around me I seek refuge at a table by the window on the Hitchcock Railway. It is there I can feel love wrapped tight around me as I sip on a cup of warm tea flavored with honey and peer out the window. I can see my fears, look them in the face and learn to understand. In time they will fade in the same way that a sad and distant memory fades. Fading away like a long, lonesome train whistle in the distance. A sound familiar and reassuring. The sound of me....
confronting my fears.

There are many bits and pieces that make me who I am. Here are a few more. Sort've like a bag filled with stems and seeds. All part of a raggedy old tapestry hanging on the wall in a rustic cabin down by the sea. A lonesome train whistle sounding somewhere in the distance as a sleek black locomotive comes into view...pulling seven rail cars behind. And if this list of sins is correct, Captain Morgan might not be in the dining car after all.....What IS that racket I hear coming from the sleeping car, you might ask? Heh. I admit to nothing and always demand proof!

There are places I can go in my mind where I can talk to the trees. I can listen as they share moments from a far and distant past. Those are the times I find the crow sitting silently on a branch high above. Sitting and silently watching as I learn the lessons of what went before me. Sometimes I listen to secrets of my future. The owl, watching quietly as I learn of what is yet to come.
There's magic in the talking trees. A magic borne of solitude and silent understanding. Spirits alive in the bark that covers the limbs like a suit of nature's armour. Nature's skin, protective and nourishing.
Sometimes I become one with the trees. They are my namesake. Seven trees. Magical and mystical and standing like a doorway. A passage in time, space and dimension. A passage I'll spend a lifetime traversing. A passage that will eventually end and then begin anew. A passage down life's highway. A passage made easier as I find myself....talking to the trees.

There's been more high times in my life than I can remember and more than a few low times. One of the high times I won't ever forget was the birth of my first grandchild, a healthy little boy named Christopher. It was nearly seventeen years ago and somehow it feels like it was just a year or so ago. Time passes rapidly as we grow older. Then I come across an old photograph like the one posted here and I realize it has been a long ride since he was born.
Christopher's no longer the little boy that used to sit with his grandfather, poop his britches and giggle. Now he's a skateboard wizard, making home videos of boarding with his friends. He aspires to drive a race car and loves all things mechanical. He's learning to drive and is, as is any boy his age, anxious to have his own ride. He will see and experience and explore horizons in his life that I can only dream of.
Yet I know that I'll find him again as I move on to my next lifetime. Who knows? Maybe he'll be another Tony Stewart one day and I'll have the good fortune to be his crew chief. After all, fast fever runs in the family. Magic surely is genetic. There's a little magic in us all. I only hope he remembers the most important lesson of all as he moves on through his life. Magic isn't worth a damn... if it isn't shared.

Vincent had unleashed the animal in Maddie. It was amazing and exciting watching her metamorphisis. Maddie had become a beautiful and sensual animal. And then the journey continued in unexpected ways. Fate had intervened, Vincent lost his precious Maddie and was sure she was gone forever. But the winds of destiny led her soul to the Hitchcock Railway and she was once again reunited with her beloved Vincent. Only now she had returned as Monique, a strong and sensual woman who searched endlessly for a direction in her life. It seemed to her there was nothing left to live for. Nothing, that is, until she found Vincent again. Now the magic was all around her. Monique felt there was nothing she couldn’t do. She wanted every fantasy to become a reality. She wanted to taste and touch and feel every bit of life there was to explore. Monique’s reverie was shattered as she heard a deep voice in her ear. “Hello my sweet. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” It was Vincent.
Monique’s hungry eyes smiled passionately at Vincent. “Have you got time to spend with me tonight?”
Vincent returned her smile. “Oh yes. You’ve got me so hot I just can’t say no.”
“Good. I like that.” Monique stood up and took Vincent’s hand. “Shall we go?”
Minutes later they arrived at Monique’s apartment. Vincent followed her inside. Moments later they were tearing each other’s clothes off, feverish with passion. “God I’ve wanted you! A month without you is almost more than I can stand.” Monique whispered in Vincent’s ear as she pressed her body against his.
“Not so fast, baby. I’ve got time. Just stand there and enjoy.” Vincent sat down on the bed and pulled her close, his hands slowly massaging her magnificent legs. His fingers glided over her soft, supple skin and she moaned with pleasure as he caressed her inner thighs. He teased the edges of her hot pussy and gently kissed her belly.
“Ohhhh, baby, you’re driving me crazy. That feels sooo good!” Monique was having difficulty remaining on her feet. She could feel her knees getting rubbery as waves of passion swept over her body. She fell forward on the bed, pushing Vincent down and pinning his arms above his head. Monique grinned. “Now it’s my turn to drive you crazy!”
Monique trapped his swollen cock between her thighs and scissored him slowly as she nibbled and kissed his chest. Vincent tried to free his arms but Monique kept him subdued as she continued her exquisite torture. Vincent squirmed and moaned as arousal pulsed through his body. Monique slowly released his cock and slid higher, capturing the head of his rock-hard tool with her pussy lips. She slowly lowered herself onto him, watching him, the look of wanting in his eyes. With a sudden burst of strength, Vincent managed to escape her grasp and grabbed her by the hair as he thrust his hips up to meet her every stroke. Monique began to pump harder, raising herself up with her arms, her breasts swaying wildly as her movements grew faster and faster. Vincent reached out and grasped her luscious tits, one in each hand. Monique grinned sadistically. “Do it baby! Be as rough as you want. I won’t break. I can take everything you can dish out.”
Vincent was having trouble concentrating. He was so hot he could barely stand it and Monique was like a wild animal on top of him. Her pussy muscles milked his cock without mercy as she thrust her hips at a furious pace. Their bodies moved in unison as Vincent lunged upward to meet her every downward stroke. She slapped and clawed at his chest, sitting upright on Vincent, pumping wildly, feeling his cock penetrate deep into her. Monique’s screams grew louder as she felt herself beginning to cum. “Oh! Oh, baby. I’m gonna cum. Ohhhh! God! Ohhhh!”
Vincent felt himself burst in a fiery release, his load shooting deep into his lover as her love juice dripped onto the bed. Monique fell forward, wrapping her arms around Vincent’s head as she pulled his face to her chest. The last remnants of orgasm slithered up her back as she quivered and smiled. Without a word, she swiftly shifted position, straddling his face with her thighs as she rolled onto her side, taking Vincent with her. She tightened her legs, pulling Vincent’s eager mouth tight to her wet, hot pussy. She dove between his legs and captured his semi-erect cock in her mouth. They thrashed and struggled across the bed, Vincent sucking and licking relentlessly as Monique did the same to Vincent’s now fully erect cock. Monique scissored her thighs and pumped her hips as she felt herself tingling from her toes to her head. Vincent’s tongue targeted her clit and it was nearly impossible for her to concentrate enough to continue torturing his cock. She released his rock-hard member and screamed with pleasure, her body shuddering wildly as she erupted once more. Vincent could taste her hot love liquid as he continued to work his tongue deeper in her pussy.
Monique screamed louder and tightened her thighs even more. Vincent hugged her thighs, trapped and totally at Monique’s mercy. She had discovered how much she loved this feeling. Watching her lover trapped between her legs, knowing she was in total control, made her hot all over again. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy lips. She felt herself nearing another orgasm. Monique pulled him closer and began torturing him even more, working her tongue on the head of his cock. Vincent reached up and grabbed her sweaty tits, one in each hand. The more he pulled and twisted them the tighter she squeezed him and the more she punished his cock. She was relentless. She had Vincent where she wanted him and she wanted the pleasure to last forever. She continued to lick and suck, tasting his hot love juice as he shot his load into her hungry mouth.
Monique slowly released his head and pulled his face tight against her hot pussy. Vincent buried his face in her, licking and sucking at a ferocious pace. Monique rolled on top, pumping her hips wildly as she ground her pussy into his waiting mouth, feeling his lips and tongue bringing her pleasure like she’d never felt before. She took his cock in her mouth once again, licking and sucking, intent on driving him crazy. It was working. She could feel his body shuddering with arousal. Monique was intent on sucking him completely dry. But so was Vincent. He continued to lick her pussy, his tongue probing her pussy relentlessly. She could feel another incredible orgasm building inside. She was glistening with sweat, her muscles quivering uncontrollably as she erupted once more with a glorious burst of completion.
She could feel Vincent struggling and squirming. She tightened her thighs and renewed her exquisite torture. The sound of Vincent’s muffled gasps and shrieks heightened her arousal. She had never felt so hot. It was if she couldn’t get enough. She was delirous with pleasure. The sensations of his hot tongue and lips, his breath coming in explosive gasps, knowing he was completely at her mercy all combined to give her pleasure greater than she’d ever known. She continued to suck and lick his cock. Her tongue worked feverishly as she concentrated her efforts on the head of his magnificent erection. She could feel his body stiffen and she felt him erupt once more. She released his cock and loosened her thighs, grinning down at him as she propped herself on her arms. “Had enough, sweet man?”
Vincent grinned weakly. He was totally spent. “Oh yes, baby. Yes. You’ve got it all.”
Before he could continue, Monique wrapped her legs around his head once more and renewed her erotic punishment. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to make him cum once more. Vincent managed to find her pussy with his tongue and the two thrashed and writhed on the bed. Monique found herself nearing orgasm once again. She tried to hold it back, but Vincent was relentless. She responded with renewed effort, her head bobbing up and down at a wild pace as she tormented his cock mercilessly. She could feel him nearing climax and she could feel her own orgasm coming closer. Monique was dripping with sweat, her muscles ached and she felt herself beginning to explode. She released Vincent’s cock from her mouth and began stroking him with both hands as she erupted in a burst of heat and warm liquid. Suddenly she felt Vincent’s body shudder violently and he shot his load into the air, beads of cum coming to rest in her tousled, sweat drenched hair. It was a magnificent sight as the two lovers lay wrapped together in a tangled heap, contented smiles on their faces as they drifted off to sleep.
The sound of a long, lonesome train whistle sounded in the distance as they slept. It was tugging at Vincent with an urgency of great proportion. He was needed on the Hitchcock Railway.