written by cyn
copper curls suddenly alive with hidden fire in the warmth of the dancing lights of the flame, lifting beautiful features up, luminous blue gaze glows with pleasure and love within to please him in all she does, anticipation of the dance sparkling within, sighing softly to feel coarse granules of warm sand slip between tiny toes, slender hands raising high above wild locks of fire that tumble about every curve and swell, delicate wrists placed back to back, moving one leg slightly forward to toe point, pausing for the musicians to begin, slave heart beating wildly already within that still moment before the music sweeps through the room
and then, suddenly, she feels the music rise from deep within slave soul, the music of the kalika and czehar break through the silence around her, drawing willing flesh into motion, every movement hypnotic to those that watch in her mind, dancing in the emptiness of the room, flared hips moving in small circles as she dances her need for him, twirling delicate hands slowly at the wrists to the beat of the music, bronzed form beginning to stretch and sway casually
full breasts rising and falling, tender nipples instantly tighten and ache, dancing unconsciously as long dusky lashes flutter closed, lost to the music and rhythm of her dance, moving closer to the edge of the pit, a provocative smile playing across ruby red lips, slave heat simmering white-hot beneath the rippling flesh of slave body, moving daringly within the sand that shifts with each step and twirl, slave form moving rhythmically to the pulse of the drums
eyes fickering open, flashing fire and burning desires, in her mind's eye seeing Him there, his gaze locked upon trembling owned flesh, gasping softly at the intensity of his gaze moving across what belongs to him alone, suddenly twirling away from him back to the center of the pit, nervous hands at first attempting to conceal full ripe breasts before sliding down taut belly, drawing away from them, bending forward from tiny waist and teasingly glides her palm from dainty ankle sensually up along the sleek flesh of silken thigh, wanton desire luring her hand higher still, the drums beginning a pagan beat, echoing the pounding of slave heart
standing slowly upright to face him and with a playful grin backs a few steps until the feel of the unyielding pole presses to the gentle curve of her spine, inhaling deeply as she looks to him, lifting chin proudly to display his steel, hands moving brazenly once more up trembling owned flesh, flushed within the confines of the pit, glistening in the dancing light of the many torches that reveal wanton desires to her Master that watches, if even in her own mind's eye
melting down the length of the pole in a crouch at its base, head down as thick auburn tendrils fall forward, sun-kissed features hidden momentarily from his view, the music climbing with the beating of the drums and then, as it pauses for an ihn, slender fingers slip to the steel encircling slender neck, reflexively caressing it out of her need to be found pleasing in his eyes, closing blue eyes as the mounting need screams within to be freed, the passion in slender form burning uncontrollably
suddenly the tempo of the music changes, eyes opening quickly, fixing hungry gaze upon her Master, tossing fiery curls in wanton abandon before falling forward into the sand onto slave belly, succumbing to slave nature, crawling sensually to the edge of the pit, as close as she can get to him, twisting and turning before his furs with slave abandon, ocean blue eyes laced with savage passion
rolling naked, gleaming form to her side in one fluid movement, sensually twisting in the thick auburn locks of hair that cling to glistening flushed skin, delicate hands moving and caressing each curve and swell of owned flesh
