| raine dances... |
**girl hears the call to dance, running off quickly to the storeroom before small feet bring her back to the room .. stepping before Master, she lays the mat mere paces ahead then kneels atop it, unadorned of anything but the flush covering creamy skin **shifts legs from under her, sitting on the mat beneath -head bowed as limbs curl and pull inward .. slave huddled into tight bud, each motion slowing until even the air stills around slight form, held in reverence to melodic tune beginning to pour from musicians . . . staccatto notes sounding from plucked kalika strings **lifts one toned arm up, hand opening for fingers to unfurl -head following- lifted to the sun, smile shifting over berry-colored lips as if feeling it's heat upon her . . . a slow opening of tender flower, she grows -one leg extending, flesh a canvas of dueling shadows and light, the other braced beneath to lift her slightly in arched pose, held breathless a moment **pulls extended leg back in sudden shift to straighten, half-standing on limbs aquiver with indolent grace -emerald eyes graze past the deep ocean of His- slave caught for an ihn before bending in deep arch, head back for the ends of glimmering tresses to whip at the rise of sweet backside . . . swaying hips softly to the achingly slow thrust of notes **hisses as fingers glide over hourglass curves, taut frame crumbling back to the mat in response . . . twisting until the flat plane of slave belly presses to unyielding surface -arms locking rigid before bending, dipping head to the floor- wave moving ~fluidly~ down the length of her body **growls softly, a tremble coursing through each nerve as she rises --sluggish arms pulling her to stalk the floor -prowling on all fours- legs parted wide as knees drag . . . turning, emeralds find him through thick lashes while muscles strain to pace back and forth, purring ~prey before the Hunter~ cornered and vulnerable **rotates hips as emeralds peer to him, body turning in response -melting to lay on slender back, legs coiling about each other- arms draw up to sink hands in fiery mane, lifting the line of breasts . . . she arches slowly ~writhing~ driven by the sensual wail of soft flute, imagining fingers over flesh **rolls to hands and knees, lowering forehead to floor, crawling forward until she encounters rough mat -uncertain blend of music harmonizing- invoking regal pose as slave kneels precariously, knees brace wide while shoulders draw back . . . bare thighs tickled when slender wrists rotate **throws herself back for musicians impassioned finale, allowing legs to sway apart in delicious agony, an intoxicating frame to hands that trail across fevered skin, fingers splayed on a quest to the slight rise of her belly ~sucking in a breath to be brazenly exploring his~ need awakened ** dances on the mat, back arching to lift grasping hands even a little closer ~unaware of music's end~ she dances now driven by the sight and scent of him, the remembered feel of his flesh, the sound of his breath in her ear . . . husky whisper lifted to tempt his senses, "will Master please touch this slut?" |
| Mat Dance - Danced December 1st, 2004 - Slave_Traders_Inn Birthday Bash sheba{STI} |
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