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Cleopatra & Narsic |
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Within the warmth and comforts of a hot Egyptian night, you could always count on watching the vision of Cleopatra. As she walks about the trails of hallways in a sheer gown. Tightly it clings to the curviture of her tiny form, similar to the waters that wash over her as she bathe. And night upon night, he would watch her walk. Like a Celestial image on a moonlit night was she. Sleek and sultry in her manerisms. Named after The Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, she also was not Egyptian by birth. Long and lovely hours would you see her by her fathers guarden. Wooing the sun with her shining light. And as she walked by, life would stand still for her. |
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One week, once- now it seems like forever ago. But there was once, for one whole week they spent together. No work needed to get done, no where was needed for them to go. So they stayed at his house for the time they had. Playing, acting, watching the day. For one week they were truely together. And for one week, they were loving it. There touch was one that inspired what type of moments became bound in poetry. There hands together became one. There movements together became one. Making love brought on a whole new meaning. There, within the comfounds of a candlelit room, they walked about in sheer nakedness. The glow of the soft candlelights illuminate the pink hue of their untanned bodies. |
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On one perculiar day their eyes met at a local merchants chain. Her shock and horror of the envisionment of a former love sent her helplessly into a bathroom to cry. Upon leaving two unfashionable dressed maids met her with open arms. She told them in tears, of the story of her wrongful heart. And how it had lead her to shame. Yet now, it mocks her with haunting visions of her desire. The one girl; short and fat, called herself Persephonie. -Another common name of the age. And the other; small and beautiful, called herself Dianna. Cleo became slowly entangled in either girls lives. Soon she discovered Persephonie was no less boosum buddies with the boy she had run from. So Cleo bid Persephonie to call upon her words. Oddly enough sudden and disruptive outbursts erupted from Persephonie. Laying claims that her "friend" Narsic, was already taken by she. Cleo, being far more bold and beautiful began to weave her web upon Narsics distant stares. He bore across his chest an intriquite Ankh with signs of having money. She called forth to the desirable, and attractive Narsic. And he did her bidding with pleasing smiles. As from behind us- we heard Persephonie: "Don't even think about it." This became her only phrase, as Cleo and Narsic phased out the rest of the world. |
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Slowly they aproach, the one to the other. Soft, gentle touches indulge the pleasures of their romance. Her supple breasts march firmly with the dainty bounce of her step. Her long, flowing hair tinted red from the candles. Her moist, full, rich lips draws him hither for his bounty. For she, in all her splendor, has stolen his heart. The curve of her waist as she moves, gliding towards him like the sea. Her form, so pale that the rays of mornings like makes her shine. |
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He stands, awaiting her, his eyes dance with delight as he watches her. His strong, lean, tight body seems coy as she draws nearer still. Side by side they stand, as their eyes afix themselves to their minds. One look, one gaze, one smile. As he breaks the stillness with a slow movement of his hand, he reaches up to touch her. His satin fingers glide slowly down the silkiness of her shoulder. Then down the slope of her arm. Gently she lifts her hand to his cheek, and slowly glides him in for a kiss. Their lips mingle, their hearts- once raging of life now beat as one. Gently he illuminates the tenderness of her delicate frame. His hands glide gently across her shoulders, down the indentation of her chest. And then softly against the bare of her breasts. Her enjoyment is even more enhanced as her silky hands cup softly around his hard, daunting erection. |
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Persephonie became enraged by this and took every chance to make her want and devotion of Narsic known to all. In the most embarassing ways and times she would stand before our gatherings, as we eat to inquire why he would choose me over her. She went to great lengths to win back his favor. All of which Cleo appraoched Narsic about. All of which only got worse. The moon had turned, the ship had sailed, and Cleopatra had tolerated her last excuse. In a final endeavor of feeling betrayed and cheated by his "exception". By his best friend filling the possition of girlfriend, she bid him. "Choose Persephonie... Drop me, for it is Her you want!" The next six months were neither hard nor easy. And Persephonie fully backed off. But Cleo was now fully scarred by her Dark Love. For trust was but an ideal to far to come. |
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He leans into her slowly. Soft, full lips tippy toe up against the newness of her form. As she stands there in amazement, his lips became an entity all there own. Soft gentle kisses cascade over most of her elongated self. But for her sensative nipples, a wet taunting tongue to rush them to point. Darting his tongue like a ballet he plays upon her nipples as a fiddler plays a fiddle. First soft and slow, but once a sound of ecstacy is heard from her mouth and her body. The fiddle quickened the tempo. He reaches his hands up to help guide the sensations that draw moisture from her mound. Until she is so sensative she's about to fall over. He stops briefly, in taking her hands and escorting her to the bed. He lets her lead. As they walk, his hands draw up and down the length of her back. Barely touching skin. |
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Neither scars of Love nor the scorn of trust could keep her from her Dark Prince. Her love recoiled as Narsic persisted to prove his love. But Cleopatra, having fallen convinced that his heart was won by another, cut her ties to love. Days passed, months slowly crept in, and then swept out. Sure enough, Cleo had finally managed to hold some control over her aching heart. Alas, just as she could do as such, within the encampment of a Tavern did Narsic profess himself. Heartful and true he told, upon her undarted ear, his lamentations of Love for her. One year had passed before this enlightenment had befallen her. And after one year, she still too did love. So in the moment of his confessions, she lay aside her hate to bid to him a remittance of her proven love for him. |
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As they reach the bed he stops her, moving inward he moves the hair from the back of her neck. He pushes his rock, hard form against the softness of her back, as he leans down and enjoys the back of her neck with his mouth. Eatting her like candy, he begins getting fiesty with his kisses. He gently kisses down to the middle of her back and turns her to face him. He rubs his soft features across the bareness of her bounty. Soft kisses make their way around her stomach, her sides, and down to the folds of her womanhood. He slides her onto the bed, teaching her how to please. |
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But time passes, as all things do. And in this passage of time there outward love faded. Faded until it was so dim none could hardly see it. |
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