Shady Blue
by Antoinette
In that shady blue time,when everything becomes quiet in anticipation ,of bidding Sol farewell, silently awaiting the coming mystery of the night... That is when you will find her sitting on a long flat slab of stone in a secluded corner of her garden.
In that shady blue time, she was named for, her thoughts are free to wander. She can set her soul loose let it fly to places her body can't go. And so she leaves it behind like a statue perched in lotus position atop the stone. The bees on their last frantic moments of pollen gathering for the day pause to rest their wings on her shoulder, which rise and fall only slightly with the shallow breaths that sustain her.
She flies in the gathering darkness, somewhere far away from her body, like a butterfly emerged from its cocoon she travels on gossamer wings through the darkness in search of a dream.
Weaving her way through rising wisps of thoughts and prayers that rise into the darkness from those still inside their cocoons she searches for a particular essence. Pausing now and then she inhales a wisp of essence, closes her eyes, and tastes it before moving on once more in her search.
Heart sinking with each passing moment she begins to think that maybe she will not find what she seeks this night. Perhaps there is no other to fly with her. Hovering in the inky darkness she studies the neon rainbow zig-zags of that are the hopes and fears of many souls. Turning slowly she searches for the one that she needs.
At long last she sees a promising flash of light and in a blink of an eye she is upon it. Inhaling the wisp, tasting it, a slow smile raises the corners of lips so deeply red that they appear black. She swoops down on the source of this essence, her heart leaping in anticipation.
She hovers above the sleeping figure of a man, her long dark hair, spreads over her pale breasts and down over the swell of her stomach, in gentle waves. She gazes at the sleeping man as she squats over him on the bed. Leaning down to gently press her lips to his third eye she begins to taste his dreams.
She finds them dark and rich, leaving a coppery taste in her mouth. She chooses the darkest of his fantasies and begins to drink from it. Her body sliding down the length of his, letting him feel a little of her weight, thighs pressed against the outside of his pelvis. She feels him stirring against the sensitive petals of her flower, as she trails kisses over his face teasing him into opening the darkest of vintages and joining her in its bouquet.
As their lips meet, his soul rises and emerges into the shady blue dream. Clothed only in an aura of deep Burgundies with flashes of silver and blue lightening. Into his arms she is swept, as he rises and carries her to a leather-covered table.
His lips leave hers as he steps back and summons dark vines to appear from the darkness. The vines wrap around her wrists and ankles, drawing her wrists up over her head pressing her upper arms against her ears. They pull her ankles together and straight down. Stretching her until she is as taut as a piano string.
His eyes flash red as he slowly traces her form with fingertips so cold they burn her delicate skin. Their icy path moves up the front of her right leg, along the ledge of her pelvis bone, up the ladder of her ribs to the rise of her breast. Slowly the freezing touch circles the slope of her flesh tracing an icy path up to the ridgid twisted peak.
Shivers course through her body as the fingertips encircle the puckered flesh of her nipple and begin to roll it back and forth. The aching she feels filling that breast increases exponentially with the strength of his grip. The pinch of his fingers grows tighter and her flesh becomes bright red then fades to the palest white.
The coldness of his touch sinks straight into the heart of her being until she is shivering uncontrollably. Alien cries rise from her lips, panicked and in pain they scatter into the darkness. Just as she begins to feel a desperate urge to flee, fingers close around her left nipple to twist the volume of her cries higher.
" You are cold now. I must warm you up." she hears his whisper. Overhead a light flickers to life, a flame. Another jumps to life beside it, their glow, almost too bright for her eyes, reveals thick black candles, which hover over her breasts with their nipples still held tight in the grip of arctic freeze.
She watches the flames dance for an eternity, reaching up, trying to light the stygian blackness that surrounds them. Then they begin to sway, tipping in toward each other. She feels the vines around her ankles begin to pull them apart, opening her legs but not releasing any of the tension on her aching muscles.
Glowing translucent drops of hot wax forming on the edge of the candles overhead. The drops grow heavy enough to break the hold and fall in slow motion toward her. Two heartbeats before the drops find their target; his icy grip releases her nipples and slaps down like a branding iron on the open center of her thighs.
Her scream is so high and silent that it sends bats in the other realm into panicked flights. Her soul is torn between the fiery heat on her nipples and the fiery cold on her exposed vulva. The thick drops of wax flow like molten lava down the peaks of her breasts. The tips of the icy fingers seem to elongate as the wiggle and slide into the last bastion of heat in her body. Like long thin snakes they weave their way into the fluttering walls of her womb and send a chill to the depths of her being unlike anything she could ever imagine.
Terrified bees whisper in her ear, " Fly away...Fly away." But, she refuses, this is the vintage she has chosen, and she will drink it all. She focused on the rolling thunder of her heart as the fingers, turned tentacles, explored the depths of her shivering sheath. The heel of his hand pressed and rolled against the sensitive pearl of her clit.
The heat of the wax builds and begins to burn as it spreads down the slopes of her breasts and flows across the valley of her stomach. Somewhere in the middle of her body the descending heat and the rising cold meet to do battle for control.
Her body desperately needs to move, to writhe, and to buck and lunge but the bindings hold her too tightly �she can only find relief through her wild wordless cries. Her face contorts with the strain of not giving into her fear of the darkness she has unleashed and the need to hold back the storm that is brewing at the center of her being. To release it before the very last moment would send her back to her body in a heartbeat.
The table suddenly drops away from beneath her. Leaving her suspended in mid air in the grip of the vines. His fingers twist and writhe inside of her finding her most vulnerable places, teasing at them relentlessly. The wax drips down into her armpits and off her shoulder blades into the ether creating glowing translucent trails along the slopes of her ribs.
Suddenly, his fingers worm their way out of her body and she is flipped over by the vines leaving her facing down into the depths of the darkness and changing the points of strain to her body. Burning drops of wax march along her spine, down to the hollow of her back and blaze trails up onto the rounds of her bottom mounding there until the viscous flow begins to make its descent into the valley separating the two globes.
As the wax reaches the tightly clenched bud of her anus its consistency changes to that of an oil and coats the center of her wide spread thighs with glowing slickness. The weight of the cooling wax covering the front of her body draws heavily on her breasts. Her eyes widen as two vines covered with little suction cups reach out of the darkness to coil around the thick of her breasts close to her ribs and begin to squeeze, causing her breasts to swell under their coating of wax.
His image appears before her, the lightening in his aura dancing wildly now. A stiff rather robotic gesture of his arm and hand guides her gaze to his waistline and below. Her heart skips a beat for there is not one penis but two of outrageous proportions both covered in little spiny protuberances like a sea anemone. They weave about in front of him like eels searching for a prey. Then she notices a third smaller arm branching off one of them and at its tip a small sucker like mouth gaped.
He disappeared from her view but she felt him reappear the chill of his thighs pressed against the inside of her trembling limbs. He leaned over her body and pulled her arms down away from her ears, wrapping them behind her back and holding them in one hand like reins.
Then she felt the heads of the two gnarly appendages seeking ingress to her womb and anus. One feeling very hot tries to enter her womb while the other as cold as an icicle butts against the tightly clenched anal opening. The third protuberance with the small mouth taps against the bud of her clit.
She clenches her body tight against this attempted invasion but loses the fight to his sheer strength and the sudden appearance of dancing lighting-like strands that begin to slap against her body in a maddening dance, cracking the waxes hold on her skin. The heads of both penises burst through her barriers at the same time. The third arm sinks sharp teeth into the hood of her clit and fastens its sucker like mouth to her clit.
Her screams shattered the darkness, the storm inside her reached hurricane proportions, stirred to violence by the fury of his body crashing against hers�the penises came alive racing around inside of her like centipedes. The wax ripped from her body taking tiny hairs with it and the lightening strands whipped against her naked skin.
Then it happened... fire and ice came together...pain and pleasure fused... the vines around her breasts released letting heat from her exploding heart rush to fill them with an exquisite pain.
The storm was unleashed with a fury unlike any she had ever known. She clings to him as long as she is able riding the storm. Then with a long wailing shriek she explodes into a million points of light.
In the garden her body rocks and slumps over onto the stone, gasping she curls into a fetal position.
Somewhere a man wakes up, looking around feverishly and then draws back his sheets to find them soaked with sweat and semen. He looks around the room to check for witnesses, and even though he finds none he blushes.
And so it is� some evenings� in the shady blue.