| Valentine's Dance |
| To tell the truth, i'm not sure when i wrote this, but i found it, so up it goes.
~rises slowly, sinously to small bell clad feet, the dark grey chains embracing ivory flesh rattle softly as measured steps glide lush curves towards the dancing pit, standing still at the edge of the pit, wavy chestnut tresses flutter against freckled skin as she turns to look back at Him, green eyes filled with joy, desire, longing, frustration and hope. ~folds to a graceful kneel, performing obiesiance to her Master, delicate hands reach for Him, turning once more, forehead to the grains of sand in the pit as she shows her respect for the art and artistry she is allowed to indulge in, the chians that bedeck her body clank against the boards in a slow steady rythmn as slight undulations of her body start. ~slowly, chestnut locks fall against the smooth satin of her back as her chin rises, features etched with love, green orbs flare with heat and desire as she looks to Him over a rounded shoulder, tip of her tounge glides over swollen red lips, inviting, enticing, mimicking, pulling to her feet, one heel slowly stomping the beat, arm extending to Him, begging, entreating ~suddenly whirling about the pit, a dervish of energy and passion, turning and twisting, centered on His position, His place, He is her focus, her reason for being, devotion, love, eternity is writ on the face of the collared girl, collapsing in a heap at her starting place, she again looks up, features now showing confusion, loss, disenchantment ~sways in place, gaze frantic as it darts about the room, lost, confused, she becomes sloppy, ungraceful, more like the earth girl she was when she began the long journey so many years ago, uncoordinated movements of hand and body, more like a marionette than a live person, tears streak down her face at the vocal disapprobation of the audience ~sucks in a breath as a low tune begins, a smile blooms across the tortured face, and light and sparkle return to the depths of green, full hips roll as she regains her center, once more hope resides within her breast, unconsciously graceful movements dance her towards one of the Masters ringing the pit, twirling so long strands of auburn brush over His chest, even as she eludes His grasping hands ~sinks to hands and knees, slinking across the boards with the quiet understated grace of a larl, thrusting her bottom high and flushed cheek low, rubbing against a boot, licking at a calf, once more she is the teasing, needy slut she has been trained to be, banked fires ride in the concave belly, mirrored in the heated gaze of jade orbs ~stops before He who owns her and straddles His boots with a brazen smile, rubbing lush sirik held curves against His legs as she drops kisses upon His thighs, nails raking gently over His cloth covered skin, soft whimpers eminate from the steel clad throat, need evident ~smiles, and slips back, bowing her head at a gesture from Him, returning to her customary open kneed kneel at His right, small palms fall open to the quivering thighs, the rattle of her sirik her only accompinant as she looks back up to Him, whispering soft quiet words *girl loves You Master, la kajira* |
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