Pole Dances
aylisa's Pole Danceaylisa wiggles her legs out from under her taught rask. her sapphire eyes lower. a beat in her heart plays a tune that commands her to dance for Him. a soft pink tongue escapes her heart shaped lips following their shape. a smile escapes, she hears the tune and her fire burns hot.
aylisa lies back on the floor her tiny back arches up. her head rests upon the floor. she rolls to her belly. spotting the pole in the middle of the room she crawls gracefully to it.
Slithering her way from the floor up the pole she feels the smoothness of the wood in her hands, against the valley of her breasts. aylisa gasps softly as her body reacts to the pole. goosebumps cover her body wrapping a long graceful leg around the pole, her hips start to gyrate against it.
Hanging on to the pole with one delicate hand and her leg, she throws back her head. golden tresses flow wildly about her. aylisa, taking hold of the pole with both hands, leaps up the pole and twirls back down. she spreads her graceful legs as she comes back down into splits.
her body starts to glisten with beads of moisture. she smiles to Him and winks playfully, lifting a long graceful leg, crossing it over the other and she twirls and rises to her tiny feet, sliding up the pole. the tune in her heart increasing in volume. her breathing increasing.
aylisa takes the pole in her dainty hand as she swings her body out from it. pulling herself back to the pole, her hips gyrate wildly against the smooth wood. sliding up and down, it's smoothness working her body into a frenzy, her eyes close. she gasps at her body's reaction to the pole. her head falls back towards Him.
aylisa, hanging onto the pole for life, spins around resting her tiny back against the pole. she slides down the pole to her knees. her thighs are parted, widely exposing her jewelled heat to Him. her velvety tongue escapes her hot mouth, again darting to her lips
aylisa's sapphire eyes flutter open slightly as she feels His eyes scanning her moisture-covered body. her jewelled heat moist with anticipation, aylisa lowers her eyes and glides to her belly upon the floor. she rolls over to her back as it arches up in ecstasy. aylisa's dainty hands turn at the wrists to face her palms upwards. her rask lowering back to the floor for a brief moment, as if her moves are uncontrolled her back arches upwards again. her taught rask lifting off the floor.
aylisa's pert breasts thrust upwards. her jewellery, adorned with tiny slave bells ring out with every movement. longing for His touch upon her heated flesh, her eyes close. aylisa parts her heart shaped lips slightly awaiting His kiss.
La kajira
Pole Dance
by
kalana property of Neo
�kalana������TF��bm moving to the pit, a glowing flame starting from an ember of love for the art of dancing kept deep in her heart, her heart leaping to clog her throat with hope and delight, scared to death that she has lost her gift�kalana������TF��bm hearing the softest music begin in the corner of the garden, her body hurting with a physical ache to feel the music, the lonely, painful sighs of the metal stringed intruments of Gor calling to the pit of her soul itself
�kalana������TF��bm reaching out to the pole with slender arms, beckoning to it as if to a lover, to the Man that gives her surcease like none other, her eyes tearing up as the low throbbing of a drum stirs her feet to motion in the sand, shifting her hips back and forth
�kalana������TF��bm the haunting melody of the song calling to her very soul, making her move, tiny hands wrapping around the pole as she leans closer, her cheek brushing up against the cool, polished pole as she flutters tiny kisses over it with adoration for what it means
�kalana������TF��bm hearing the melody turn fierce, she spins on her left leg, kicking her right in front of her with a spray of sand, holding out the column of muscle and soft curves in front of her, bending it close to her body and resting her shoulders against the pole,
�kalana������TF��bm gyrating with slow thrusts of her hips against the pole, her head tipped back and her eyes gazing up to the last rays of sunlight streaking the sky, her hips twisting with the agonizing beat of the drum that thrums to her heart
�kalana������TF��bm moaning under her breath as the tempo rises, making her writhe with heat against the cold wood behind her, wrapping her arms around it by lifting her arms above her head and lowering it, spreading her thighs slightly so that the heated bud of her pearl
�kalana������TF��bm peeks out from slickening folds, the blasted ribbon Jarl Eric tied to connect her nipples, navel, and clit tightening to the point of pain, her heart throbbing madly in response to the discomfort and sending insistent pulses to the apex of her thighs
�kalana������TF��bm continuing to lower her arms to the ground so that the center of her back begins to bend, pressing her mouth to the pole the entire way, bestowing a wanton kiss to the wood that she wishes was Him, her body shaking slightly with the strain of lowering
�kalana������TF��bm her body to the sand beneath, a sigh of relief escaping her petal soft lips as her hands sink into the sand, fine grains running between her fingers as her legs kick up, keeping her body upright, if upside down, for a breathtaking moment
�kalana������TF��bm hearing the drum crashing over the screaming siren's melody of the czehar, making her heart fly higher and higher, flame red tresses pooling in the sand as she lowers herself to her belly, turning quickly so that her face is pressed up against the pole
�kalana������TF��bm throwing her arms around the pole as if it the only stable thing in a world of chaos and pressing a kiss full of jubilant adoration to it, closing her eyes with gratitude for the gift of dancing, the warm sand pressed flush to her silken, alabaster flesh
�kalana������TF��bm :
~la kajira, pole dance~
POLE DANCE by Jaird's keri
keri's long dark red tresses flowing over smooth shoulders as the girl holds a small chin up, foot steps singing out from silver slave bells that grace the left ankle.keri walks out upon warm sands and reaches up caressing the wooden pole in the center, feeling the smallest of grains under petite feet, slender finger tips tracing the silver links that hang upon the pole.
keri listens to the sweet melody drifting through hall, eyes lifting to the top of the post, taking the chain that binds a slave for punishment at the will of the Master in her hands.
keri's dark eyes look over Inn as beat of the drums picks up, slender hips press against the Rod of wood, each crash of the cymbols becomes the crack of the whip, the slave twists with each lash.
keri's pretty face wrenched with pain as she becomes helpless to stop the whip's stroke to one's tender body, a punishment shes so willing to take.
keri sensously withers against the pole with command of each touch of the whip, brushing sensitive creamy mounds against the hardness that becomes the Master
keri throws her head back, fiery curls dance over lush curves, sable orbs masked with pain, as moisture beads upon her forehead
keri whimpers softly twisting the cold metal with in dainty hands, feeling the rough wood upon smooth skin, sliding down the pole to the sands
keri wrapps slender arms about it, as the music gives no mercy, takes deep breaths as thoughts swirl thru a mind wondering how to please Him
keri presses a tender forehead to the hardness, fingers dancing over it,
pleading, for it is the Master, leaning back offering sweet breasts to Him, chocolate eyes darkening as the need begins to rage.
keri's longing builds, as slender hips press against Him in need, the flutes take a seductive turn, feeling the burning to be pleasing to the Warrior.
keri rises fluidly, brushing her lithe body against the Master taunting Him, relishing the rough touch, spinning about the stiff wood, her hot body begging for a touch even if it's rough,
keri's fiery curls faning out showing taut muscles, firm rask as the fire kisses over the feline form , slowing and caressing the Master, begging with all that she is to please Him
keri wraps a slender leg twisting slowly about it with passion filled sable eyes staring at Him like a she larl would a prey, hands snake up grasping the chain, the slave's body undulating against the Man,
keri gasping as pole presses against the very essence of her, time and time again squirming with the beat of the music forces the girl to the sands once more.
keri's silken thighs part painfully wide, hands moving enticingly over firm mounds, over trembling a body that shimmers in the fire light as girl's breaths come labored,
keri's curl drenched head laying against the Master as hands rest upturned in submission to whom that owns the heart, soul and body of the girl.
keri soft whimpers echo out, crawling from the sands to the furs, as the erotic dreams fades away and the melody lowers till there is no sound, laying before Master upon her belly,
keri's long red tresses pooling to the right, placing a tender kiss to His boot, a delicate touch brings His foot to upon a slender neck, laying slender arms down at her sides, knowing the slightest move will end her life
keri whispers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
La KajiraPole dance by
Arathorn's veilla
Vellia fluidly walks to the pit...a waterfall of pale blonde hair flows down her supple back cresting against the firm roundness of her bottom...tiny crystals sparkle within the clouds as if a myraid of water droplets cling teasingly to the silken mass...her brown eyes lowered as the music beginsa soft gasp escapes her as the hypnotic notes of a single flute fill the air...she becomes mesmerized by the haunting melody...her form moving sensually within the pit...her curvaceous hips roll as the tides on the ocean to the soft sound...her hands snaking over her flesh causing a hiss of desire as her brown eyes flicher with the need the music evokes with her body as her firm breasts lift alluringly...
out of the corner of her eyes her imagination begins to play tricks on her...as the drugging notes pull her deeper within the dance she looks and sees a mighty Warrior...as if drawn to Him� helpless by the strange desire rising in her body..her form swaying erotically as her feet carry her across the stones to answer His compelling call....moaning as she feels her body heat with the want of His notice of her....she approaches the pole
her fingers tease her breasts until they swell with her arousal�her enticing body falls to her knees in submission...as the girl feels the call of her kajiras heart....kneeling with her thighs parted sensually before the Master of her dreams�her heat pounding�her glistening heat are proof of passion for Him ...leaning back, her luscious breasts push heaven-ward..she thighs spread painfully wide apart�as she lifts her hips high to expose the treasures she has to offer the Rarius�her tiny pink pearl throbbing with her need as it brushes wantonly upon the pole...
the music of the teasing flute joins with the throbbing drums of her slave heat..she unfurls her shapely legs from under she straightens them out straddling the pole, she slithers up the pole, her heat allowing her to slide smoothly up it to a stance...she feather-fingers her ripe breasts....then down the taut tummy..she hisses a breath of air which speaks of her passion�her heat beckoning Him as her hands bruch the jewel between her thighs�eliciting a sweet moan from her delectable lips�which plead to be kissed.
her heart begging to be given to Him..her eyes burn with the hot emerald flames of need...as she circles the pole wantonly pressing herself against it�her hands trying to entice the Warrior�.her tongue reaching out tasting the sweet nectar from His flesh not realizing that she carresses and kisses only a pole...vellia seduces the Master in wanton abandon...her desperation to gain His notice filling her with intense deisre....
she wraps her ivory form longingly around His body as the humid heat of her slave center leaves tiny droplets of passion upon her milky white thighs to glisten in the moonlight...her head falling back with tendrils of flames teasing the ground as she twirls around Him...her sweet moisture teasing Him with her scent....her skin flushed with her desire....as her mind races with the thought the He must chose the girl...she begs Him teach her to be slave�
the girl moans wantonly with her need to be filled by Him...her soft cries musically begging for the dream Masters possession of her...she slithers down His body�her soft flesh of her rask evoking His passion letting Him feel every inch of her....spinning seductively to melt before Him...her passion filled eyes burn hotly�she has never wanted anymore more or in this way before...the erotic notes of the drugging flute filling her soul telling her to give Him her all....helplessly she obeys...
falling to her back..her arms lay to her side palms up inviting the strong Master of her imagination to take her and make her His...her hips lift with her thighs parted wide in offering...pleading for his possession of her..her nectar flowing freely down her thighs...
the caress of the breeze becoming His hands as they tease tender nipples until they are puckering like small rubies atop her swollen breasts�passionately�she is begging for His kiss�
her feverish cries ring upon the night..as the cool air torments her heated flesh�bringing her to the pinnacle of release...her hips rocking against the pole...her only thought is pleasing the Master...as the girl rises to kneel in nadu her hands trailing down�tormenting the already fevered flesh of her body....the sweet seduction of the music taking vellia to the edge of passion...as she slithers her body up the Master, her slave heat grazing against Him in surrender�
she softly whispers "take the girl Master�Buy this one" ...her soft moan fills the night air, she slides seductively down to His feet�her heat throbbing with the need...her body letting the Master feel the heat of her passion dew...the raging fires calling to Him to end her torment...she wants Him...she needs Him...like she has never needed anyone before or will ever again...
her sleek limbs crumple and the girl falls to his feet...the music seems to give approval as it has drawn the kajira from her hiding place...her hands outlining her skin flushed with arousal once more...she trembles her fingers feather over her long legs to glide up to tease her hot wet center...her whimpers of need tantalising rise to float upon the air with the sound of the flute....
her voice raises pleadingly without regret...without shame..Master, this girl is Yours, take her she begs Master to take this one
...vellia cries out as her heat, slick with moisture, is teased by delicate fingers before making a wet trail as she slides her finger over the taut slave belly to encircle the swollen fruits of her breasts...bringing them to her lush lips as she taste her own passion wantonly...the rich honey of her eyes glazed over with need lower in soft surrender....
as the hypnotic sound of the flute fades away releasing the girl...hazy with intense passion vellia awakens from her dream...emerald eyes rise�she cries out in the anger of unfullfilment as she sees not a Master but the pole...her head drops to the sand as tears of unrequited need shimmer in her emerald eyes..vellia screams out her frustration as her tiny fist pound against the ground...the words of surrender forming upon her ruby lips �
TAKE HER, MASTER�.BUY THIS ONE
Pole dance by
{forever bondmaid of TFS}
property of High Jarl Aquinoth
e'mash'e
melting from His lap with exquisite temptation spiraling from tempered flesh, tongue snaking out to drag along His jaw before pulling away with a mischevious twinkle in the depths of sapphire gaze, stretching languidly before Him, displaying His propertyslender tapered fingers brushing His shoulder and then dragging reluctantly away from the strength of Him as the chiming of tiny slave bells pull me from His side and out across the tiles, tossing copper curls with slave haughtiness
stalking the rigid strength of the pole centered, hungered blue gaze looking out over Those that watch, darkening with burning desires as wanton flesh rolls delectably with each step as the music begins, the beat barely audible in the background
sultry smile playing at the corners of upturned rose-hued lips, swollen perfectly to tempt the hardest of Jarls, peering to my Jarl as i move to the pole, licking lips delightedly as the music begins to swell, slithering into bondmaid flesh
hungered fingers running over its smooth surface, caressing and teasing as liquid pools of blue desire bore into its form, tracing the lines of its hard strength from the base all the way up to the tip, moaning softly as it takes on the form of Him
pulling hard suddenly as fingers clasp around it, thrusting hungered flesh to it sensually as the music floods my soul, hips undulating sweetly, brushing swollen nether lips against its surface in a sensual kiss
achingly tight puckered tips caressing its surface in a pass of wanton flesh that rocks delectably before it, silken thigh sliding upwards to open glistening lips to the steel surface in a passionate kiss, throbbing pearl raking the unforgiving steel
groaning helplessly as thigh holds sweet nectar to the pole, delicate hands slowly releasing it to run over slave belly to cup my own aching breasts, thumbs brushing tight nipples as back begins to bend in a slow arch
tipping head slowly back to reveal passion filled features, copper curls tumbling wildly in a waterfall of fire to brush the surface of the tiles, mock form of the Gorean bow revealing to Him the fullness of soft breasts
moist berry lips parting ... inviting His fierce kiss ... His claim upon wanton flesh, tightly curled nipples begging for His kiss as thigh tightens its hold upon the steel, hips thrusting up against its hard length in desperate circles
fingers curling to her nipples, teasing for His pleasure as the music swirls around exquisite flesh displayed so openly for His pleasure, sliding upwards to caress His steel and then slips into silken curls that beg to be yanked and curled around His hand
and then slowly bends back up to press entire length to the hard suface of the pool, sweet honey slipping out onto its surface, fingers caressing and enticing it, tongue darting out to lick and taste it, blue gaze bored deeply into His with raw desire
silken thigh moving languidly up and down, rubbing hardened throbbing pearl against the surface, crying out softly in desperate need as hips undulate wantonly against it, my frustration building as it remains so rigid beneath my touch
as the music suddenly changes, small fists beat against the pole as it mocks my need, crying out in helpless frustration as i explode upon the tiles in a heap of hungered need, writhing delightfully upon the coolness against heated bondmaid flesh
hands roaming endlessly, dipping into sweet nectar, touching and caressing flesh that begs to be TAKEN without mercy, displaying before the pole in sweet surrender, slithering upon slave belly to its base, tongue darting out in helpless need to lap at it
groaning to taste my own nectar pooled at its base and then in outrage that it remains unmoved, pushes away from it to rise in a whirlwind of crimson curls whipping around flushed flesh as a whip upon a helpless slave, dancing to bring the pole to life
hands roaming unchecked, feeling and teasing owned flesh, blue eyes imploring the pole to take the form of One that will satisfy the animal cravings clawing within, flinging myself at the pole in helpless surrender, bondmaid flesh begging to be taken
branding myself to the pole with my own heat, searing the surface with the white-hot flames that lick along tempered flesh, whimpering helplessly as i beg for the pole to grab wanton hips and thrust deep within quivering flesh, sweet honey beckoning
pushing hips again and again, begging ... clawing at ithelplessly ... licking and biting at unmoving steel ...fists pounding in frustration as silver tears race unchecked down flushed distraught features, slithering to its base in a quivering heap
soft cries echoing through the Hall as the music fades, fingers slithering back around the pole as helplessly i press a wet cheek to its surface, sobbing in my need as the dance ends
{forever bondmaid of TFS}
property of High Jarl Aquinoth
e'mash'e
