Gorean-Shores-Corks

so much heart and heat pea. simply beautiful.

your way with words is enchanting and one loved looking for each new verse and movement.

 brilliant ariel!!!

ayrie[Thadron] 13:22:54 pm CST
~steps to the Tavern door pushing the heavy wood open and stepping inside, finding her kneel quickly,body leaning forward between spreading thighs, hands reaching forth as her forehead kisses the stones
may ayrie beg entry please?

~waiting quietly, listening for permission but only hearing the sounds of kitchen slaves,she rises, molten hues scanning the Tavern,her gaze drawn to the dance sands,the sturdy pole in the center standing so strong, reminding her of the One Whose steel she wears

~stepping to the edge of the figure eight pit, tender digits loosen the knot of golden silks, a whisper of fabric gliding down bared hips to pool at strong yet graceful ankles

~one foot then the other stepping into the flecked sands, drawing in a trembling breath, dark eyes locked upon the post once more, pink tongue darting forth to moisten her needy pout as she paces round the unmoving wood, hips rolling as the music of one's pounding heart drives out the silence

~sooty lashes kiss crimson cheeks as her back presses into the pole, memories of His chest invade, wanton hips writhing as her arms lift, delicate hands caress His neck in her vision , sliding her body down ever so slowly then back up again,toes digging into the sands before she pivots

~her spin stopping with her body now facing the post, her hands grasping with need pulling her in,the hardness pressed between heaving breasts, nubs harden as she slides down drawing a whimpering moan from deep within the slave

~tresses dark as night tumble over sun kissed shoulders, ringlets dampened by her heated skin
the music of her thundering heart drowning out all as she falls back in the sands,back arching taut, thighs achingly parted , tender bits thrust to the wooden post til a silent scream finds voice

a whispered la kajira

~tears fall from closed eyes, releasing her grip on the post, her breath shaky as she says goodbye to the vision of Him. knowing she made Him proud despite the protest of doubt in her head. rolling to taut belly,she crawls from the sands, wrapping her grit covered flesh in silks


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"most alone are those whom love has once touched and left" (Captive of Gor,p369