| raine dances... |
... yanks on the chain, lips curled in a sneer while body lunges back against unyielding length of metal... fingers coursing up links to curl about slender collar as she thrusts back only to fall, unbalanced, to smooth red tiles, surprisingly cool despite ominous color, the illusion of warmth not fulfilled... hands to merciless slave ring, holding on as if anchored in tumultuous sea... ... curls, pulling legs up, knees beneath her chin in tight bud of slender form... a shift in muscles pushing her away, slid across tiles as limbs stretch, unfurled in blossoming splendor only to twist, agony hidden as belly caresses floor returning only to slide away again... writhing, riding the pleasant feel of hardness along tender, giving flesh... ... startles at sudden sound, captured attention toward its source as arms pull to half lift her... hardened nipples caught in staccato tugs against polished floor, drawing low moan across parted lips as she shakes head in almost desperate denial... knees drawn beneath while spine bends backward into painful arc, deliciously bowed to display the steel serpent slithering over bare flesh... ... crumbles to level deck, rolling away quickly until tug of steel collar lifts chin, crescent boundary explored before motion eases to a halt... air inhaled, panted breaths raising breasts in waves before she shifts from back to belly... crawling deliberately, slowly, belly to the tiles, lips kissing every link of chain gathered between hands... ... whimpers, writhing as hands draw chain to drape between succulent lips in a gag of metal... wrists pressed together, mock bracelets hooked in tight binding to prevent separation... rocked left to right by feet as knees spill wide, a torturous betrayal... begging relief, muscles dancing along thighs as hips thrust upward to lift rounded bottom... ... moves in sweet undulations, lust-laden eyes half closed, consuming need unleashed as hands raise... back arching while hips circle, tilted, grinding downward... piteous moans louder, cries muffled behind the chain as she dances wantonly, unable to stop. *raine tried to write more to this dance, but it just seemed to end itself right here. |
| Tile Dance Written April 2007 |
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