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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m Laurence. I’m a were /bear and have recently moved to New Orleans with Gabriel Garnier and Elise Dubois.    RP 100% Twitter fiction. 

Music Playlist at MixPod.com</description><title>Bear Tracks</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @laurence-moreau)</generator><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>All in a days work: Can't hide anything from my red head..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://micah-dumoi.tumblr.com/post/3505134249"&gt;All in a days work: Can't hide anything from my red head..&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://micah-dumoi.tumblr.com/post/3505134249"&gt;micah-dumoi&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I meant what I said to Autumn yesterday. I had every intention of telling her about the private investigator I hired and the search for my parents. I wasn’t expecting Autumn to approach me with it before I could. I don’t fault Jules Vivants for answering Autumns questions, my firey red head can be…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3507587099</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3507587099</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 15:12:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Life Is Nothing But A Photograph: One hurdle jumped. What's next.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://cristianarusso.tumblr.com/post/3506437727"&gt;Life Is Nothing But A Photograph: One hurdle jumped. What's next.&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristianarusso.tumblr.com/post/3506437727"&gt;cristianarusso&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;(Journal entry)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One hurdle over. The full moon shift, my first. What an experience made all the better because Laurence was there. He got me through what I was sure would be the worst night of my life. Instead, it was one of the best.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now it’s time to move on. 2 things are certain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. I…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3507576383</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3507576383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 15:11:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Plan</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The spot picked. Running separate from the sleuth tonight. I want this night to go as smoothly as possible for Cristiana and I. I know she&amp;#8217;s scared I felt it. She just can&amp;#8217;t continue to stifle her bear. She will rip her apart from the inside out. So tonight I&amp;#8217;ll ease her into her transition. Taking mine slower and helping her. Sharing my power to make it as smooth as possible. I&amp;#8217;ve told Cristiana not to fight it, to let it happen. The fighting of the change is what makes it so rough. God knows I can&amp;#8217;t run knowing she&amp;#8217;s medicated again. This has to work. NO this will work. It&amp;#8217;s natural, it will come.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3368028316</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3368028316</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 16:20:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Every move she makes I can’t help but watch....</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="325" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OMOGaugKpzs?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every move she makes I can’t help but watch. @CristianaRusso&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3272052936</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3272052936</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:29:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Every move you make...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Last few days with Cristiana have been all about her control and gaining it. All the while mine is getting more and more difficult to maintain. My want for her grows more each passing day. Not just want but my feelings for her. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I said it for all to hear in the meeting with Gabriel, Elise and Mat. I meant it, didn&amp;#8217;t realize I meant it, but I did. It just came out. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m falling for her Elise, falling hard.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yeah, no doubt on that. Every move she makes , every sigh, every expression, all of it. I see and it&amp;#8217;s amplified. My bear wants her&amp;#8217;s , the man wants the woman and the feelings are there. They can&amp;#8217;t be denied and won&amp;#8217;t be. Even if I tried. (Sits back on my bed, coffee in hand)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here I am. In this suite in the B&amp;amp;B and Cristiana is right next door. Tell her you say? (shakes head) Yeah I can see that now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Cristiana I love you&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her- &amp;#8220;Uh yeah, on that note.&amp;#8221; and she leaves, door shutting behind her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No can&amp;#8217;t say anything, not yet. For now I fight my need and desires. Just watching her and every move she makes&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3272019670</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3272019670</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:26:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>(Secretly thinks it’s funny, smirks) Trouble is a good...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg9p39PMg01qfsoypo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Secretly thinks it’s funny, smirks) Trouble is a good word for what @Milena_Shesh is in. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3170565444</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3170565444</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 18:25:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Patience</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sitting here in the B&amp;amp;B thinking about all that&amp;#8217;s happened. Especially the last couple days. Night before last, meeting with Gabriel.  Gabriel put me in my place I guess you could say. Maybe more like , reminded me I&amp;#8217;m still his above all. In the bear world I am alpha. In his I&amp;#8217;m his bear.  The conversation was fruitful and understanding was reached. Gabriel fed from me and before I knew it we were done. Only asking that we (Cristiana and I) remain on the estate that night. Also that we meet with him, Mat and Elise the next night. My sleuth duties have held that up. It will happen still. I hope Cristiana is ready. I know she&amp;#8217;s strong enough , it&amp;#8217;s the control I worry over. That night Cristiana got a brief intro into the world of vampire with animal to call and all that it entails. Well , some of what it entails. Haven&amp;#8217;t touched on the occasional or regular sleeping habits that come with it. That&amp;#8217;s for later. (Dreading that convo) Cristiana handled herself pretty damn well considering. She smelled blood on me and instinct took over. Checking the area of the bite out. Her bear reacted as did mine to hers. (grins) She&amp;#8217;s an phenomenal woman, such strength and beauty. (Growls, bear reacting at just the thought of her) When she has control of all that power. (eyes turn) It will be amazing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cristiana and I returned to the B&amp;amp;B the next morning. Showers and a walk was the plan. We did make it there before the issue with the sleuth arised. I walked Cristiana to her door and the energy between us was formidable. I had the urge to kiss her , I&amp;#8217;ve had the urge before. This time was a little different. It was a need. A need for both the beast and the human. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- @LaurenceMoreau_ Great lucky me. (Walks past the desk clerk smiling. Up the stairs stopping at the door to my room) Well this is me. (Wink)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- &lt;span&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/CristianaRusso_"&gt;CristianaRusso_&lt;/a&gt; This is you. (Strokes your hair back from your face. Leans forward, gently kisses your cheek then the other.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- @LaurenceMoreau_ (Quick intake of breath ..Turns my head just enough) Ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/CristianaRusso_"&gt;CristianaRusso_&lt;/a&gt; Ah.. (Cups your face in my hands and tenderly kisses your lips) Ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- @LaurenceMoreau_ (Same spark from your kiss as the touch from your hand. No a little more intense. Let&amp;#8217;s it happen then stumbles) Ah. Um.. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- @LaurenceMoreau_ I&amp;#8217;ll ah.. just go.. inside now and get that ah.. shower. Still.. (Turns to the door) going for a walk after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/CristianaRusso_"&gt;CristianaRusso_&lt;/a&gt; (Grins releasing my hold. Bear momentarily satisfied. ) Yes see you shortly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The power between us and our bears. This is all so right.  The need to claim Cristiana in the natural way that calls to me. But I must have patience, I know she still has the urge to run from time to time. I can feel it and see it in her eyes. So patient I&amp;#8217;ll be , as long as it takes. One day, soon, I&amp;#8217;ll have the opportunity to show Cristiana the joys and pleasure that comes with what we are.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bears&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3166614933</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/3166614933</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 14:16:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Destroy After Reading: Codename : Viking</title><description>&lt;a href="http://masonbroadnax.tumblr.com/post/2893585277"&gt;Destroy After Reading: Codename : Viking&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://masonbroadnax.tumblr.com/post/2893585277"&gt;masonbroadnax&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I cant believe than I broke with the directive. The rules clearly state that neutral meeting places should always be used. So what the hell am I doing flying directly into the lion [ scratch that ] Wolves den. I think it was my ego or the Wolf inside that was rattled by him . Odin….what a joke ,…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2895301198</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2895301198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 13:53:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Is it weakness?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Is it weakness? Trying to hide my lack of understanding of the draw to Cristianna Russo and her bear. Is that weakness?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never in my life have I felt an attraction like this. A pull so strong it takes all my strength at times to hold back. Finding Cristianna the morning after the full moon, in the condition she was in. (Deep breath , exhale) Even with the injuries, our bears were there. Calling to each other. Want, need, desire, a connection that I don&amp;#8217;t fully understand. An attraction that has shown the worst side of me to those I care about and love. How will I ever fully apologize? As of now, I can&amp;#8217;t. I can&amp;#8217;t bring myself to do it properly. Mainly because it&amp;#8217;s not over yet. As much as that worries me, I don&amp;#8217;t think this is done. I will be around Cristianna more now. Almost daily. The fight&amp;#8217;s just starting. (Picturing Cristianna on the bed, naked. My hands on her body, caring for her. Shakes head) What the fuck is wrong with you man?  She was injured. Don&amp;#8217;t go there. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;God will this ever calm down? Shit I can hear Cristianna now&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#8220;What do you mean you don&amp;#8217;t fully understand?  How can you help me if you don&amp;#8217;t get it? I call that bull shit.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yep, I can hear her now. No this stays inside here. *points to head* Right here.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2880298552</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2880298552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 17:57:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>~Our History~: Myths, history and dreams</title><description>&lt;a href="http://may-delioncourt.tumblr.com/post/2834786666/moonhowls"&gt;~Our History~: Myths, history and dreams&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://may-delioncourt.tumblr.com/post/2834786666/moonhowls"&gt;may-delioncourt&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My skin heals faster than most but I still feel the rage behind each of her claws as they met my flesh. The need of the demons to break free after their lengthy time beneath the rejuvenating soil only heightened by her wolf’s need to taste the blood of those who have called forth her ire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2879925745</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2879925745</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 17:33:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Thoughts of a mother figure: Battle within.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://miriam-brown.tumblr.com/post/2677633616/battle-within"&gt;Thoughts of a mother figure: Battle within.&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://miriam-brown.tumblr.com/post/2677633616/battle-within"&gt;miriam-brown&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Quiet night. (sips tea) There is so much that has to be said. I know Cristiana is struggling. I can feel her bear and the battle inside. Lord how does she do it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Help is right there. Just a phone call away. (Looks over at Cristana sitting in the rocker) She’s an angel , my angel. Her parents…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2677836718</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2677836718</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 21:38:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Odin's words: The Way of the Wolf</title><description>&lt;a href="http://odin-helvig.tumblr.com/post/2369823477/the-way-of-the-wolf"&gt;Odin's words: The Way of the Wolf&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://odin-helvig.tumblr.com/post/2369823477/the-way-of-the-wolf"&gt;odin-helvig&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I am Odin, son of Olaf the Wanderer, grandson of Lars the Guardian great-grandson of Ragnar the Invincible. I am the end of a long line of great and powerful Wolves. Our family has survived through the centuries living in the light and the shadows. We breed only with our own kind . We deal with…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2370232966</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2370232966</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 01:05:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>How She Dances: The turns of my life</title><description>&lt;a href="http://milenashesh.tumblr.com/post/2194619423/turnsinmylife"&gt;How She Dances: The turns of my life&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://milenashesh.tumblr.com/post/2194619423/turnsinmylife" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;milenashesh&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who I am and where do I come from… nine words that are packed with more significance than most would think.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Inuk, born right off the outskirts of the Kenai Peninsula, and before you go making jokes about it also being the birthplace of that cartoon character Kenai, just remember Kenai…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2194870532</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2194870532</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 22:36:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Journal</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sitting at my desk Cristiana&amp;#8217;s journal in my hand. Looking down at it, curiosity. A need to know eating at me. Part of me knowing I shouldn&amp;#8217;t read. These are her private thoughts, but how can I resist. Everything I need to know to locate her could be in here. (Opening and closing the journal. The paper lining the inside cover, pulling back slightly. Cover open, fiddles with the lose lining. Thinking.) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Growls and finally decides to read the journal. Sits and begins to read*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I was but a little girl out with my parents on one of the numerous times we’d gone out to the woods. Mom called it our monthly vacations, our time to be in the woods and explore, our time to run free along the trees as my dad fished for our dinner or came back with some other big or small &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;me. The last time, he brought back a bucket full of fish, which mom and I quickly cleaned and one special colorful fish in a little plastic clear bag for me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew they had brought it at the pet store; it was the same one I had said I wanted the one I’d begged for and hoped to get more than anything else in the whole wide world… I lunged myself into his big arms and he spun me around as I laughed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the last time I heard laughter, laughter that came from the heart, the laughter of love from parents to their child. The last afternoon anything made sense… by nightfall my world would have been shattered as the boom of the shotguns woke me from my deep sleep…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dead, my parents were both dead that…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; (Dropping the journal on my desk. Deep sigh, head back on the chair .) What the fuck have I done? How can I get her to listen to me? Look at what I am fighting against.  (Gets up walking out into the night. Looking over the estate, drops my clothing. ) I need to clear my head. (Running)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2127762371</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/2127762371</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 21:34:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Nola Springs Eutopia ~ A New Home: Guidelines for life in Nola Springs Eutopia</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nolaeutopia.tumblr.com/post/1621585386/guidelines-for-life-in-nola-springs-eutopia"&gt;Nola Springs Eutopia ~ A New Home: Guidelines for life in Nola Springs Eutopia&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nolaeutopia.tumblr.com/post/1621585386/guidelines-for-life-in-nola-springs-eutopia"&gt;nolaeutopia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guidelines for life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Nola Springs Eutopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Respect your fellow residents, your Family &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Follow everyone in the group and if they are in a major scene show the respect due.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;On the site - be sure you have followed all your admins. They are here for you when…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1621892407</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1621892407</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 18:28:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>cristianarusso:

Getting into New Orleans:
After landing in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3o04AOTV1qeltyfo8_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristianarusso.tumblr.com/post/1612257259/getting-into-new-orleans-after-landing-in-nola"&gt;cristianarusso&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Getting into New Orleans:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After landing in Nola, I was booked originally at the Hilton. No thanks. After taking one look at yet another hotel room that looked like the countless others I decided to look for something more fitting with the city. Needless to say, I found it. I quickly checked out of the Hilton and into The Ashtons. Wow, what a difference. Of course it’s a Bed and Breakfast but I think I’ll be so much happier here during my stay. For now I’m going to sit back in a nice long hot bubble bath and enjoy not being on the move. Maybe later, I’ll go out and see some of the sites of the City. I have an early call tomorrow at the photo shoot but after that? Who knows. I still have to contact @JulesVivant_ about my portfolio but now that I’m here and the full moon is around the corner, I can take my time letting him know I’m in town, maybe even stay here a while. The constant moving around has warn me out and keeping my secret hasn’t been easy…. Yeah, nice hot bubble bath, here I come. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later… and ~ Keep smiling for the cameras ~ Cristiana&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I enter our bedroom and lean against the door frame, watching you sleep. I can see the barely visible rise and fall of your chest. I hear the sounds of your soft sighs and wonder if you are dreaming of me, of us. It has been a long time since I stood like this… watching. Slowly, my hand…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1590917927</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1590917927</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 07:53:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>His Mio Bella: A Moment of Watching ...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://ladyceleste.tumblr.com/post/1581440246/a-moment-of-watching"&gt;His Mio Bella: A Moment of Watching ...&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyceleste.tumblr.com/post/1581440246/a-moment-of-watching" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;ladyceleste&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;I enter our bedroom and lean against the door frame, watching you sleep. I can see the barely visible rise and fall of your chest. I hear the sounds of your soft sighs and wonder if you are dreaming of me, of us. It has been a long time since I stood like this… watching. Slowly, my hand moves to…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1582036044</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1582036044</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 11:54:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My new place on Gabriel's estate.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="450" height="317" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F115889679111150881505%2Falbumid%2F5534078118198969281%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1444277689</link><guid>http://laurence-moreau.tumblr.com/post/1444277689</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 01:47:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Pain and pleasure- the perfect mix.: The fight to regain the control. </title><description>&lt;a href="http://joseph-langdon.tumblr.com/post/1225137681/the-fight-to-regain-the-control"&gt;Pain and pleasure- the perfect mix.: The fight to regain the control. &lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://joseph-langdon.tumblr.com/post/1225137681/the-fight-to-regain-the-control"&gt;joseph-langdon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;(Tonight the fight for control began. Control over my beast and the desire to answer the calling from deep within.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Letting the water heat up. Removing my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slowly runs my hand over my chest, memories of the last session clear and playing over in my head. Missing what calls to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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