Gorean-Shores-Corks

my apologies to the Captains and the Home for not being able to.
rt certainly intervened this time, luckily my girl could leave the ER with appointments with further doctors and medication.
we are thankful.

Brandt

The Dance of Love.

Slowly staggering. Drunk on love.
searching the tavern for the one who stole her heart.
Elongated fingers cupping around her darken coffee eyes,
searching each area for only him.
her firm ass shimmies,
snaking around tables. and furs, of the Free,
making her way to the sand pit.

the music drifting softly, with the sound of the kalika strumming.
The fire barely coming to life.
Staggering more, step by step through the sand
Pondering in thought, pushing herself into a tall stance.
Brown gems, scrutinized over her womanly flesh.
what she can see, when she looks down.
breasts round like melons, areolae harden into tiny brown nubs. Perfect for plucking.
a stomach a bit more then washboard, her Master feeds her well.
could she, would she ever love him?  would he ever love her?
only the test of time will tell.

Twirling on dancer toes,
wiggling and shimming her hips,
making her way towards the fire.
long shapely legs that seem to go on forever.
Picking up a few temwood logs, feeding them into dancing flames
the heat blazes, sparks of blue fill the smokey air
warming her skin, turning it from bronze to a rosy shade of salmon-pink.
the music picks up momentum, so does the beat of the notch stick and tabor.
The warmth, caressing her skin, she can’t help but slowly prance around
Every spark that flies in the air, a picture of him, is her heart’s desire.

Glancing over the fire and the spit of bosk.
watch him lick His lips with the juices that coat them.
If only she could taste those lips with hers.  Needing wanting more,
Why is her heart skipping a beat, each and every time she looks over
Taking her long lengths of oak curls of hair in the small of her hands,
Pulling the drapes off around her shoulders, letting them cascade down her back.
Can he see the beating of her heart, can he see her breathing.
Every breath she takes is a lifeline to him.

The rhythm and tempo changes,
with each footfall,
stalking forward, the bells around her ankle chime.
Then the music stops, but only for a moment.
Striking a pose, looking up.
Lips turn into a loving smile; her heart skips a beat.
tilting her head, she catches a glimpse of her Master,
whom she finds astonishingly appealing.
When did infatuation turn into something more?
Is it lust? Why does she feel like she is floating higher and higher?

hands flow over her head, crossing at the wrist, right hand over left.
Her body like a totem pole- as straight as an arrow, slender and willowy.
right ankle over her left with toes pointed.
Staying like that for just a few ihns.
Then the music starts again.
sprinting a few steps,
springing in the air, rotating around trice,
long chestnut wavy tendrils fan out, floating on air, surrounding her.
Landing on the balls of her feet,
Bending her knees, squatting on the unlevel terrain of the sand.
her left hand rests upon her bent left knee,
the right hand in the cool red and black speckled grains
can He feel the magnetic atmosphere pulling her closer and closer?

each time their gazes meet –
crimson blushes and half hearted smiles with twinkling eyes is what he sees
A yearning, desire taking over.
whimpering and purring.
feeling the friction- her nipples tighten into mountain peaks.
feeling the heat radiating down to her toes
her flowery lips glistening with dew,
Once again, brown hazel-nut gems catch sight of her Master, intently entranced
Moving hand over hand on all fours
Her body aching, a need,  a burning desire.
Her flesh tingling, butterflies swarming
The rampant heat making her lightheaded.
Her eyes sight locked only for him.
Before she knows it she is dancing for him and him alone.
When did her feelings change from lust to love? Is his sentiment the same?

The bells on her waist chime with every movement.
Dancing in front of Master Bretval giving her hips a shake
then onto Master LionHeart and Mistress Yaz’ahri shimming her body, giving it a twirl
Going from one Master and Mistress to the next, until she spies her Owner,
With each movement, she draws closer and closer
A racing heart, body aching, blood boiling,
breathing coming fast, deep, with the rise and fall of her full womanly breasts
dancing closely now,  around him.
her body presses to his spine
painted nails gliding softly over his arms, and down his chest.
Lips kissing under his ear and into his neck.
Whispering love language only he understands.
Wanting, needing so much more.
Did she give him her heart and soul?

Gyrating hips moving slower now
Slowly walking around, him
Taking his hands in hers
Placing calloused fingers on each side of curvy hips
Swaying back and forth. Her back to his chest
Lowering down, until straddling his lap
Guiding his right hand upwards, crossing over her right breast, his hand settling on the left
Hoping he can feel her heart beating, she holds her breath
His left hand she glides across her stomach, letting it rest on her abdomen.
Letting out her breath slowly.  Can he feel the heat and desire flowing.
Would she die for Him?  maybe, possibly, the answer….

Turning in his arms,  sitting upon his lap
Face to face, looking up into the bluest of twinkling eyes
Sparkling brown, ravish over his hellish features.
Taking him all in
Her hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating
Against her small palm,
Two heart beats, beating as one
The music stops playing. Its just us two in the heat of the moment
Whispering all the thoughts that she would answer yes to.
Her heart and soul belongs to him.
Yes I want you every day and every night
Yes I desire you with all my might
Yes I would die for you, never give a second thought
Is this love that I am feeling?  YES Master, YES! YES! YES!

Lips pressing firmly to his, to seal her faith.

La kajira

Euro - Vernal Equinox - Gorean New Year - Day one.
tara's dance  - an exquisite dance of need

hearing the call for a dance, and with permission granted
tara rose quietly to her feet from her kneel at the feet of Master Venator

her head was held proud and high, yet her neck was bare
the slave was soft, helpless, beautiful
She moved like a whisper of silk in the cool night air
her every step was an invitation to a secret world held deeply within her slave heart
Like a dark, moonlit night, her eyes of brown held secrets of her past that hid her fear and sadness
she had been expelled from her home, abandoned,
and left to fend for herself in treacherous Port Kar
her heart shattered, her life trampled, and she was no longer able to trust.
this girl was left feeling indifferent to the needs of Men;
and she despaired that she had nothing left to give,
 

she is shaking, shivering, her arms wrapped about herself as if to keep the growing chill she feels within from taking over,
could her desire to please be lost forever?
determined to show her worth, she stepped lightly onto the sands of the dance pit
the fire reflects its warm light casting a golden glow over her
the girl bewitching as she wore a diaphanous, red-silk, banded chalwar,
which lay sinfully low on her seductive hips and gathered at her slim ankles;
her tiny waist was bare, but above, she wore a matching, tightly fitting vest
designed to display and invite attention to her perky, luscious breasts,
golden dance cuffs on each arm, two golden bangles on her left ankle

nervously tara sinks into the sand, lifting her arms to arch  over her head,
the backs of each hand pressed tenderly against one another, palms facing outward,
her right leg slightly forward, and her knee flexed gently as she lifts on her toes
Waves of smooth chestnut curls tumble over her slender shoulders
like a raging torrent of water, her face is framed as she waits for the music to begin.
her mind racing



tara gives her finger cymbals a little shake and wills herself to smile a bit as the kalika begins to strum lightly.
her pretty head is cocked slightly to the left, listening as the slow sensuous beat wisps around her.
closing her eyes for an ehn as she begins to move,
small hands pressed together under her chin. the kalika solitary just like tara,
her hand inches down from her chin to her bare neck
sliding her head back and forth in a fluid motion,
she opens her dark eyes the color of a chestnut, a symbol of strength and resilience
and begin to smolder as the music caresses her slender form with its lyrical sultry notes.


the other musicians now joining in
the urgent beat of the kaska an exact match to her heart
as her needs begin to awaken, tara flutters her hands down to her rounded hips
she begins to move her firm breasts right and then left in time to the hypnotizing music,
her chest the only part of her moving as her hips and shoulders remain perfectly still.
she presses ripe mounds forward and back, then in a smooth circle, first to the right and then to the left

tara feels the movement of her chest spread throughout her slender form as the music increases in tempo.
she sways her shapely hips in a figure eight,
her petite form moving sinuously, sensually, to the music
slender arms snake out from her body as she begins to add her own beat with finger cymbals.
alive in her need and sexuality she surrenders to the music and allows it to wash over her.
her hips sway faster for an ehn,
then she tightens her body and seems to stand still. her entire body shimmers with the nectar to her need
she smiles seductively, shifting from the tight shimmy to large languid hip rolls.
clashing cymbals sinfully punctuating the movements of her hips

tara pivots on the balls of tiny feet as her arms flow upwards, slithering gracefully to the beat of the seductive music. she snakes her body from her hips to the tips of delicate fingers, a liquid ripple of muscles spreading over her sensuous form.

suddenly, she rips the red chalwar covering from her flesh, tossing the torn fabric to the sands
she opens her arms, her body now completely naked and hungrily offering herself those who watch.
this slave lost in her wanton desire

turning the corners of her moist ruby lips upward in a sly smile
as her small feet barely brush the sand, her slender waist taunting as she dances
inviting all eyes to devour her lush form. she absolutely and completely yields to her needs
the music has taken control of her mind and body, freeing her soul to fly.
she looks around pleading with sultry half-closed eyes

as her body slows with the music, once again her hips are the only part of her that moves
as she draws figure eights in the air, her muscles rolling in an almost feline grace.

breathlessly she lowers herself, slender fingers snaking along her thighs as the girl melts to her knees,
sunkissed thighs softly kissing, tara's hands pressing firmly against her burning belly
rolling to her back, clawing at her thighs and belly as the need burned uncontrollably within the slave,
tears flowing down her cheeks, rocking from side to side
as her hips lift urgently, arching her back deeply she lifted to her knees, hands reaching out, brimming eyes of heated chocolate, begging as she crawled slowly forward ~
thrusting her legs achingly wide in offering, her arms outstretched, crying out, relentlessly and shamelessly begging to be Masterfully used.

la kajira

 The typist behind lila - spoke with Webbie.  Webbie opened up a support ticket with the service provider at 11 am cst time this morning.  He has also been unsuccessfully trying to reach them by phone.  as or right now he does not have any updates other then what I have just provided.    As he relays more information,  i will post here and on facebook.

Due to recent reports of easy pickings, I will be away for the next few days conducting a raid on some merchant shipping
Hopefully this will mean some new goods brought to GS for the benefit of all, the enrichment of the Captains and mostly my pockets.

Due to the sudden nature of this intel I will be unable to lead slave class Wednesday night
and am cancelling class for this week
DeSoto