her hands

So slender its length and smooth to the touch,
Manicured perfectly and dressed up in red,
Vixen nails out to there and tapping impatiently,
ready for a night out on the town to catch an eye,
while they gesture with a language all their own.

So lines have appeared under the daily work load,
chipped nails catch on clothing with another baby to feed,
Caring caresses and pats on the little one's back,
ready to pick up dirty clothes and wash the days dishes,
and be used in a hug when the hubby comes home.

So a little more wrinkled they have stories to tell,
of clapping encouragement at various sporting events,
or catching tears during sad movies or stories,
playing board games with kids and helping with homework,
and still more hugs and high fives of endless encouragement.

So older and a bit rough as they wave to their kids,
Waving high up in the air with encouraging remarks,
or with a pat on the back for a job that is well done,
holding on to their children tightly before they leave,
one last squeeze as grown kids leave to college or a new job.

So weathered and worn which is what a busy life brought,
but now they have slowed down a bit to enjoy life's greatest moments,
the softness of newborn grand babies held tightly within its grasp,
the hardness of a book or a the fluff of a loved pet,
and the comforting and familiar touch of one's true love.

So weak and curled fingers as age takes a toll,
but now it writes with a great fever to share all it knows,
the bruises and cuts it has cleaned and medicated,
the many slow hugs and touches of loved ones and friends,
still so much work to do before it will let the pen go

by Fantazies.

Beautiful Dance

Shhh!! Now be quiet or You shall wake my Heart
The slightest of whispers could tear it apart
my Heart has laid dormant for so very long
And now You tell me You want my love to be strong…..

Dare do I let our Hearts intertwine
How sweet is the music as Your Heart sings to mine
my mind silently screams save my heart now before it can wake
Be gentle, be kind, for my Heart has been through, such God awful ache….

Your words are so soft, Your face is so kind
Am I a fool or am I just blind
To be so enthralled so soon in our Dance
is it safe that You lead in this tender Romance……

Well there You have done it, my Heart is full awake
It pounds, and it beats, can You feel my soul shake
For the gift of Your love, my Heart dares for this chance
my Soul Mate, my Love, Always and Forever, in our most Beautiful Dance.….

By Master Kiss

A princess in white soft sheer lace I see,
My hand slides over her subtle full breast,
Where my mouth will soon rest,
Her sighs of warmth fill my ear,
As my princess pulls me near,
Her whispers of passion release

by Unknown Writer

lovers hands

One hunger sated, another grows.
With but a look, my lover knows.
Her warmth slowly draws atop.
Taken in fully, she'll stop.
Gentle palms hold me down.
Moon lit skin, bare of gown.
With ease and beauty born of flesh.
The heat of her passions cause me to thrash.
The motion of her hips, soon to be my undoing.
My wild desires violently pooling.
The dam of my loins burst free.
Broken through by none other than she.
And with my seed now spent.
She does sweetly relent.
Breast upon my ear.
Her heart for me to her

by RavenLoft

Loneliness is Hell

Though pitious king or prosperous begger
I shall always love you best, above all.
You, who's bidding I cherish most
I shall follow with unbidden desire.
And if I do wrong, through fortune, or deed
Your forgiveness I emplore
Your pleasure I explore.
For loneliness is hell
A spirlaling madness of dark and cold and silence.
A black stone cell that towers over me.
But with womanly grace you bestow upon me
in your bed, a place that I find peace.

by RavenLoft

essence

When night becomes day
Things are different
Colours more vibrant
Situations become crystal clear
Like water in ones mind
And born is a gift
A gift so fragile
It must be guarded with ones life
But that one desperately wishes to give
To feel and to know
Is it real? Am i real?
Don't fill your heart with fantasy
When submission is your calling
Be true to your destiny
Or return
Dont waste time
Neither yours
Nor A/anyone elses
Time is of the essence
The essence is your gift

by Master Kiss

Mesmerized

His words hit home
And stop you in your tracks
And you wonder how you got here.
Shaking your head

Trying to remember you are just sitting in front of a computer
Mesmerised
Wondering
What will He say next?

What will i say next?
He questions you.
Do you answer truthfully
Or commit the sin of lying to protect yourself?

Or do you leap into the unknown?
Take a risk?
And be honest, He requests,
Is that really how you feel?

Answer Him
Feel your inner flood
Touch your desire to open up
Caress your subconsciousness
And concentrate on the exchange.
What is happening here?

A little voice says,
A voice that echos
A voice you want to ignore.
Wanting to climb back up on that pedestal He took away

And turned to dust.
Naked as you came into this world you hope you sound credible
As the words you longed to speak tumble from your lips
Who is this person inside you

That feels so vulnerable yet free
A softer you that wants nothing more
Than the privilege of curling up on His lap?

by Sir Nathan

You are

You are a beautiful submissive.

The pleasure you give and receive is not 'bad'.

It is sensuous and wonderful.

Your skin soft and tingling,

Your moans of delight...

You are a sexual creature.

Embrace your sexuality.

It is your greatest gift.

Not just to others,But to yourself.

writer requested to be unknown

One

The One calls your name
you hear but do you listen
Is it Him
Is it the One

Or is it but another pretender
Saying the words
Walking the walk
Swaggering

In your heart you know
If it doesn't fit,
It doesn't fit
And you tread water

Waiting for that elevator
Watching the fools rush by

He calls again
you turn and acknowledge
And He smiles

Take the time it takes
To know, really know
And to trust
As without trust there really is nothing

Be honest with He who wants you
Gauge His responses and your own
Explain what you mean
And have Him do the same

Communicate
Speak openly
Warn Him
Ask first
Without communication there really is nothing

Be respected
Only then may you respect
Respect grows from knowledge
Honesty and communication

Be respectful
Know He will appreciate it
Even if you haven't found Him yet
your past will always catch up with you
And without respect there really is nothing

Kneel before him
Head held high
Knowing yourself
And knowing Him

Kiss His feet
Because it is your greatest desire
Not because you have been told to
Nor under sufferance
For without desire there really is nothing

Love who you are
Or change who you are
So you may truly love yourself
Then you may be ready

To accept Another's love
In its deepest, darkest, and most intense moments
Through self acceptance, honesty, respect and desire,
To accept it
Is to give ones gift
And without love, in the end, there really is nothing.

By Sir Nathan

My Heart

You encase my heart with something stronger than steel
Stronger than shackles
And it beats truer in this bondage than it ever did free
I know I have no right to feel these things
But I do
And I find myself wanting more
And yet afraid to ask, afraid to hurt
My hands extended to You
Only hoping that you might take one
In friendship if nothing else
Or take both and bind them...
Bind my heart as it longs to
So it may beet freely in time
In time to Yours

by Keltiladi

The Wedding Blanket

So many years ago, before people forgot how
to speak with the animals, there was a deal
The rabbit found this woman by the waters
edge her tears flowing with the stream. Rabbit
approached the woman and asked why she shed
so many tears? The woman replied she had
been a poor wife, she had taken a husband
four winters past and had yet to give him any
children. She could not cook his food the way
he liked. She could not make his clothes to fit
him well and she felt she had not been a good>
wife at all.
~
The rabbit told the woman that she knew her.
"I know well the man you live with". The man
who has you shedding tears is the man who
took my husband from me for food. At that
the woman cried even harder, feeling that she
had not even honored the rabbit by cooking
him
well.
~
The rabbit woman asked if she could make a
deal. She told the woman that she would teach
her how to be a good wife. She would teach her
how to make clothes that fit properly, how to
cook food well and where to find food in the
winter when game was scarce. What roots and
greens she could eat and not get sick, and she
would give her help in giving her husband
children.
~
"What do you want in return?" The woman
asked, "I have nothing to offer you" The rabbit
looked deep into the water and said; "I am not
long for this world. Soon I will die and there is
no one to look after my children. I will teach
you all you need to know if you will take care
of my children until they can care for
themselves".
~
The deal was made, both agreed. For the
next summer the rabbit kept her end of the deal.
She showed the woman the best berry patches,
told the woman how to measure buckskin for
shirts leggings and shoes. She told the woman
how to tell when food was cooked enough and
when
it was cooked too much.
~
As time passed the woman could see the rabbit
getting weaker and weaker. The woman brought
remedies made from recipes the rabbit herself
had taught her. They seemed to help for awhile
but the rabbit was not long for this world.
~
The rabbit called to the woman and said:
"its time for me to go, my time here is almost
done. Its time for me to share my last secret
with you. If you keep you word, all I have>
promised you will be done.
~
When I am cold, take my fur and make a
blanket, lay with your man on this blanket and
you will have several children. But you must
keep your word and honor my children.
~
"This I will do my friend" The woman kept her
word indeed and cared for the rabbit children.
She showed them all their mother had shared
and told them of the wonderful being they never
knew. And as the rabbit had told her to do,
she made a blanket from the rabbits fur and
was given several children, just as the rabbit
had promised. Never again did her tears flow
with the waters of the stream.
~
James Running Turtle
(Indian-Outlaw)

from the heavens

from the heavens fell a feather offered to
the world to dance upon the kiss of the
wind twirls of grace spins of laughter she
danced through life to leave smiles in
her wake cherished memories held dear
by those honored with her presence as
she is too soon called back to the feather's
rightful place within the embrace of an
Angel's wing

~end~
~djl 03-06~
Tale of a Tyger:

The Legend of the 3 Sister and Recipe for Soup.

A long long time ago, there was a village who wasted everything. When
the crops came in the villagers would eat their fill and throw the
rest into the gargbage pit. Nothing was put up or dried for later
use. One day the village Chief called his best warrior to him. He
told the warrior that the village was starving. They wasted all the
fresh crops. The animals had eaten the wasted food in the garbage pit
and moved on. There was nothing to be eaten. He told the warrior to
go on a journey to find food for the village but to act quickly or
the villagers would surely starve to death. The warrior left. The
first day he found nothing. Not even a mouse. The second day, still
nothing. On the third day just as he walked over the crest of a hill,
he saw smoke and a small cabin. He thought surely the people in the
cabin would tell him where to find food. He went up to the cabin and
yelled a greeting. An old, deep voice answered him back telling him
to enter. As he entered, he saw a very old man smoking his pipe by
the fire. The old man greeted him and told him to sit. The old man
called into another room for food and drink to be given to the weary
guest. After dinner, the old man offered his pipe to the warrior. The
warrior started to tell the old man of the trouble in his village but
the old man said wait until morning. The warrior slept well that
night. First light of the next day, the warrior woke up to the
wonderful smell of salapan and sapon ( corn meal mush and frybread).
He was served by 3 of the most beautiful little girls that he had
ever seen. Triplets I think. The old man spoke of being very old and
soon to pass over to the next world. He ask the warrior to promise to
raise his 3 daughters as his own. The warrior thought a minute then
promised to take the 3 daughters home with him as his daughters. He
did not have the heart to tell the old man of the village troubles
then. It had been 4 days since he left. He and his new family started
back to the village. All the way back the warrior was hopeing for
some game or something to take back so the villagers would hunger no
more. On the first day back, the warrior saw a deer. He pulled his
bow and aimed. All of a sudden 2 fawns bounded out of the bushes. He
lowered his bow and said, I cannot take this deer who has little ones
to feed and care for. On the second day back, he saw a bear near a
tree. Bear would be very good to take back he thought. As he pulled
his bow and sighted the bear, he heard a noise high up in the tree
that the bear was under. Looking up he saw 2 cubs playing in the
branches. He lowered his bow. I cannot take a mother bear from her
cubs he said. On the third day back and almost to the village his
heart was heavy with what was he to say to the villagers and the
chief. And to add to his trouble, he was bringing back 3 more mouths
to feed. Or starve. When the warrior and his new family approached
the village, the scouts gave a call and all turned out to see what
the warrior brought back from his journey. Empty handed the warrior
approached the village chief and told him there was no food to be
found. He also told the story of the strange old man and his 3 new
daughters. The chief said even though we have nothing to feast on, we
will have a celebration tonight to welcome our 3 new villagers. That
night, before a blazing fire the 3 little girls ask the chief if they
may honor him with a dance. The chief was pleased. As the first girl
danced in the circle, corn fell from the folds of her dress. Lots of
corn. The second girl danced and beans fell from the folds of her
dress. Lots of beans. The third girl dance and squashes of many kinds
fell from the folds in her dress. When the dancing was done, there
was and abundance of food in the circle where the girls danced. The 3
girls explained that they were the spirits of the 3 sisters, corn,
squash and beans. Since the warrior was so honorable as to take the
girls as his own, these gifts were given to the village to help them
survive. They were to promise never to waste the gifts given and
every spring the gardens were to be planted with the 3 sister
together. This is why we honor the 3 sisters and plant them together.


Natives everywhere seem to depend on 3 major crops for survival. They
are the 3 sisters corn, beans and squash. Traditionally these 3 crops
were planted together in the spring. A mound was made and a piece of
fish implanted into it for fertilizer ( I still plant this way.)
holes are poked into the top of the mound and several kernels of corn
are dropped into the holes. This was left to grow for 2 to 3 weeks.
Or until the corn reached the height of 1 to 1/2 feet. Beans and
squash were planted in the same mound. The beans would climb the
cornstalks as they both grew. The squash has large leaves which shade
the ground keeping the moisture in and weeds out. (some weeding still
has to be done) Three crops in a space of about a foot in
diameter.


3 sisters soup...1 cup beans (any dried varity ) 1 cup
dried sweet corn ( do your own it is cheaper) 1 cup dried squash or
pumpkin ...2 tbs barley, a small handful of dried onion, a tbs of
garlic powder. 1
to 1/2 cups dried beef chunks (to taste). Any other dried veggies you
may have around like green beans, tomatoes etc. DO NOT add salt but
pepper is ok. Salt makes the skins on the beans tough. Add water to
cover about 2 inches over dried mixture. Cook a good long time at
least 2 hours. If you need to add water, Add hot water as the beans
will remain hard if you add cold. This is good to take camping as
you would be carrying dried ingredients and just adding water when
ready to cook. This also holds up very well to cooking all day over
an open fire. Add salt at the table. Serve with hot frybread.

by James Running Turtle
(Indian-Outlaw)

Delicious Debauchery

It was just a plain normal day , or so this girl thought she turned on her pc and came across a new chat server . For personal reasons she had left one the day before But something drew her to this one as she waited for it to install , she played with a few nickname ideas before finaly settling on one she liked . Quickly she desgined a picture and filled out her profile heart racing in excitement of wot the day may bring . She quickly ran through the room lists and one stood out more than all the others,

It was for a role playing brothel / club just this girls cup of tea , as she loves tp play dress up and be difrent characters .

With a deep breath she enters coppers gentlemens club hips swaying long dark locks tumbling down her back ruby lips smiling she shyly says hello . Everyone greets her and soon she feels at home . The owner she soon finds out is a lovely friendly lady and soon shows her the rules of the room and some of its many difrent people .

Each day she came back to Coppers she loved the music and the nawty flirty sexy chatters that many soon became her friends confidents and playmates . That is where this story really starts .
Imagine a scene from coyote ugly lots of hot vivacious dancers dancing along the bar , blonde redheads brunettes all difrent but all drop dead gorgeous . Them men all mesmorized or talking to friends music pumping from the dj booth drinks flowing .

I walk to the bar I smile saying hello to my new friends and to soon to be friends order a drink and go to pay when a voice behind me says this ones on me .A small shiver runs down my spine as I feel fingertips on my neck then a whisper don’t turn round . Shaking slighty I lift my glass taking a sip as this stranger whispers exactly what he wants to do to me in my ear I blush crimson and the handsome barman winks n chuckles at me .

Flusterd I squirm in my seat as the strangers strokes my neck sipping my drink I loose myself to the feelings this stranger is giving me the sultry beat in the background intensifying the mood . Next thing I know he takes my hand and spins me from my seat dragging me to the dance floor . Laughing im soon in his arms hips to hips dancing to a hot samba beat , other couples move across the floor laughing touching kissing .

He pulls me close crushing my lips with his I feel his hardness brush agasint me and feel my knees grow weak . Smiling he dangles some keys and whispers wanna continue upstairs in private . Blushing but weak with desire I nod my head and follow him up the eleaborate stairs . Copper the owner and the others laugh n say have a good time you two . Hiding my blushes in his chest I laugh n run up the stairs he leads me to a lovely bedroom kisses me and locks the door.

Kissing me he leads me to a huge bed coverd in red satin sheets with cast iron foot and head board and array of toys silk scarves and oils layed out on a table . I bite my lip in apprehension and desire heart pounding of wot is to happen next . Lifting a scarf he covers my eyes grazing my neck with his lips on my neck he whispers relax .

I bite back a nervous giggle as he undresses me skin tingling as he removes each item and drops butterfly kisses on my flaming hot skin . Pushing me back on the bed I quiver he kisses me lifting my arms I hear a metallic sound n feel cold agasint my wrists I soon realise he’s cuffed me im powerless to him . I moan softly as I feel my pussy throb with excitement the lil tiny hairs over my body standing on end . The blindfold and cuffs heighten what I soon I learn to be an exhualrating and sensual few hours of decadent passion .

I shudder biting my lip and tugging on the cuffs as I arch, as he toys and teases my skin with I find out later, is a long peacock feather tracing patterns on my skin then soft teasing kisses . Whimpering as molten lava courses through my vunreable but aching body I gasp as I feel warm liquid drip on my red hot skin then his big gentel yet rough hands slide and nead the oils into my skin . Hunger and passion rage inside me pulse and heart pounding as I give into the plesure this man this stranger ive put my trust in .

With a deep laugh he leans in nips my ear lobe and whispers don’t be afraid lil one im not going to hurt you , infact im going to pleasure you like you have never been pleasured before , but will only continue if you agree that next time we meet you will do everything and anything in your pwer to pleasure me . Crushing my lips with his I nod my head in silent agreement praying he wont stop as I feel his tongue darting and teasing mine .

Large hard working hands roaming my inflamed skin as I writhe in pleasure pupils dilated nipples and pussy throbbing I moan don’t stop I beg you , arching my body legs flailing as I feel him move his breath on my neck as he rubs my pearl shockwaves rippling through me my pussy sleak with my juices he laughs and whispers mmmm my toy is a juicy lil slut isn’t she . I blush crimson biting my lip as I try to reply I feel the bed move and im left alone blindfolded tied and so fucking horny .

Thrashing around on the bed I here him but cant feel or see him , turning my head to try and work out where he is he chuckles . I feel his eyes feasting on my vunreable form as I here something scrape agasint the wooden table , senses realling as I wonder wot his next move is , he runs his hand down my body to my mound teasing my pearl with his thumb I moan .

Dropping something on the bed he covers my mouth with his hand then whispers patience my sweet . I moan softly at his touch and the sound and nearness of him , when I here a faint buzz biting my lip I tremble feeling his lips enclose the aching throbbing bud of my nipple as the coldmetal vibe slide over my body down to my aching dripping pussy .

Begging you to fuck me I twist n turn ,on the bed every nerve ending twitching as you torment and tease me . I feel the vibe sliding between my lips back n forth as you suckle on my nipples biting nibbling , squirming in delight as I feel the vibe teasing my ashole . My stomach belly flops as the top half of my body arches as you ease the vibe into my tighthole . Growling oh fuck that’s so good I sob as you fuck my ass with the vibe .

Kissing me hard you pull back leaving me wanting and needing more then tell me how your going to fuck both my holes till I drown him in my juices. Shuddering my face blushes with shock yet another part of me secretly thrilled and excited by the dirtiness and rawness of wot was to come . Kissing me as he slides his cock in my aching soaking pussy , working the vibe in and out my tight virginal ass im soon sent to heights of pleasure ive never known before .

Bucking wildy as im ravaged by the most inesne mind blowing orgasm ive ever known . Tugging at the cuffs , biting my lips as I thrash hips rolling and rocking in circles , my juices drowning your rigid throbbing shaft sobbing from the intensisty of the passion.

Body arching as the vibe and your cock massage my pussy and ass kissing you as I writhe under you helpless vunreable yet loving every dirty raunchy sexy minute of you . This stranger teasing pleasing using me taking me , like no one before knowing this man has shown me things and done to me things I had only dreamed and masterbated of, from this point on there was no turning back .

Holding me close as my climax subsides kissing me tenderly , he releases me from my cuffs removes the blindfold I reach for him . Touching his chest drinking in his muscular body as I ravish his lips wantonly . Smiling he says oh my what a deliscious lil one you are stroking my hair he says im going to enjoy many more nights like this with you . Kissing me and holding me close but he whispers im so glad I was the first to taste your sweetness .

Pouring us each a glass of wine he tells me to dress and to meet him downstairs in the bar when im ready . Kissing me once more he leaves me alone naked and lost in thought. Taking a sip of my drink I smiles running my hands over my body where he once touched teased and kissed . I dress quickly and sit on the bed legs still weak , I run my fingers through my hair and try to repair my makeup where he ravished me .

I take a deep breath before letting myself out and rejoining him downstairs in the bar . Blushing shyly as im welcome back with whistles and friends teasing me , I join him at the bar sliding on a stool laughing and joking with him as we watch the fun in the room . Chuckling as other couple dance hip to hip or wander upstairs to make use of the many bedrooms .

Music fun and laughter fill the room , as friends lovers and playmates taunt tease flirt chat and relax . So many different people , from all walks of life , the sweet and shy to outrageous saucy sassy wenches , to gentle giant ‘s loveable rogues Dominants submisives teasers pleasers good guys good girls from all over the world .

Joined toghter in deliscious naughtiness in coppers gentlemens club the roleplayers playground for the wicked and naughty . Let the fun and adventures begin in this deliscious debauchery known as chatland and the best room on pal …
To be continued only you decide if and when ur imagination lets you

I hope you enjoyed love and best wishes

sexaliscious_brat

Toys......

Helen was looking forward to seeing Martin again. She had 'known' him for quite a while via the Internet and had met up with him in person just once before. They had seemed to get along really well, and even though it was a first meeting, they had had sex... and that had been good too. Now it was time for them to meet again.

Helen was not some giddy girl, but a mature woman who had her feet firmly on the ground... but the thought of spending another few days away from her ordinary life, with Martin had her flushing and sighing like a love sick teen. She tried to decide what it was about Martin that made her feel this way, and the only thing she could think of was the fact that he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to say so. Helen liked that in a man – not the whole time. She was far too used to having to cope on her own to be ordered about like a kid, but when it came to the bedroom... she liked a man to be firmly in charge.

This time, Martin was to come to her place. She had been going crazy all week, cleaning already clean rooms, washing already clean clothes, plumping cushions that didn't need plumping. Every time she told herself to sit down and relax she would think of some imaginary task that needed doing and she would be off again. And here she was, with just an hour to go, standing in her bedroom, remaking the bed for the third time.

'Get a grip woman!'

she sternly told herself... we might not even make it this far. She fervently hoped they did... she was a woman after all said and done – and women had the same needs as men. Sure, she had a toy that she occasionally used on herself – but it just wasn't the same as the real thing. And just lately, after spending time with Martin, a do-it-yourself session was just hollow. Now... what if HE was to use the toy? Really take control? Make her lose control?

Ohhh that was a delicious thought, and Helen felt her abdomen give a lurch, and felt her vulva tighten slightly.

Helen gave herself a mental shake. She must stop this. If she didn't, and mapped out the meeting and nothing happened, it would be twice as disappointing! Anyone would think Martin was the only man she had ever been to bed with... and this wasn't the case. Just, since her partner had died a number of years before, she hadn't really had much opportunity. No, that was a lie. She had had ample offers... but a quick wham bang thank-you Ma'am type sexual encounter was not what she wanted. Just after the death, she hadn't wanted sex... but as each year passed, she found herself wanting that connection again.

Helen checked the clock, only about twenty minutes to go. She went through to check the bathroom just one more time, and at the same time ran a brush through her hair, checking carefully for any signs of grey roots showing through. Time was when she didn't need to do a thing to her hair, but these days, she needed help from a bottle to keep her naturally blonde hair looking blonde. At least that's was all the help she needed, her hair curled naturally and as long as she kept it trimmed. Helen had quite a striking face as her eyelashes and eyebrows were a much darker blonde than her hair, and framed her deep blue eyes perfectly. Should she put some make up on??? No! She didn't usually wear much unless going out somewhere 'posh' and so wouldn't bother now. Let Martin find her as she usually was.

Helen made her way downstairs and forced herself to sit and relax. Five minutes to go... and she hoped he would be on time, as she didn't think her nerves could take him being late. The hands on her mantle clock seemed to have stuck and Helen checked her watch.

Nope – it was right... just time seemed to stand still when you were waiting. Was that a car??? Helen stood up to check and then quickly sat down again feeling foolish. Helen leaned back and closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down and count backwards from a hundred. She had got as far as 15 when the trill of the doorbell made her jump. Jumping up and smoothing her skirt, Helen made her way to the door.

Martin stood there, dressed casually, but smartly, holding a huge bunch of flowers down at his side. Helen went suddenly shy and only managed to mumble "Hi there," as she stood to one side. Martin stepped into the hallway and stopped, waiting for Helen to show him the way. Acting the perfect hostess, Helen led him to the comfortable sitting room and showed him to a chair. Martin smiled his thanks and went to sit down, but stood again as Helen asked if she ought perhaps take the flowers before they got crushed.

"Ah, yes, that would be rather a good idea," he grinned,

"I bought these and then suddenly realised that you might suffer from allergies... and so had second thoughts."

Helen smiled her thanks and went off into the kitchen to find a vase. Quickly arranging them, she carried the vase back into the sitting room and placed them in a prominent position.

"There, they look perfect!"

Helen beamed at Martin and then went towards the drinks cabinet, asking Martin what he would like to drink as she walked. Martin named his favourite blend of whisky and Helen noted with dismay that not only did she no have this blend, but didn't have any whisky at all. Then she jumped as she felt Martin touch her arm, and tell her that it didn't matter, as he wasn't really very thirsty, and would much prefer a soft drink anyway. Helen moved off towards the kitchen and Martin followed, seating himself at the kitchen table.

This simple act seemed to break the ice, and soon they were chatting away about what they had been doing since they first met a month ago. Once the last of the tea had been squeezed from the pot, Mark stretched himself and remarked just how hungry he suddenly felt. Helen went to move towards the cupboards to prepare some food when Martin blocked her way, holding her arms tightly.

"I have booked a restaurant for eight, and it wasn't food I was exactly hungry for!"

Martins eyes twinkled mischievously as he watched Helen face redden as she worked out what it was he was referring to. something like three hours to kill before we have to leave... now, how can we fill in the time?

How about showing me around the house?" Martin asked in an innocent voice.

Helen nodded and waved towards the sitting room, "

You have seen that room,"

she said, her voice unnaturally tight,

"and can probably tell that I don't use it very often. Over here," she added, opening a door, "is my main room – bit of office, bit of TV room... bit of everything really." Martin glanced in and nodded.

"And upstairs??? What's up there?"

Helen's stomach gave another lurch, as she tried hard to appear nonchalant.

"Oh just the bathroom and bedrooms. I use one, another is a guest room and the third is a bit of a junk room."

"Well, let's go look then, shall we?"

said Martin, nudging her from behind.
Helen made to stand back to allow her guest to go first, but Martin just put his hand in the small of her back and pushed a little more firmly. "

You lead the way, I will follow."

Trying hard to remain calm, Helen began to mount the stairs. When she was on the third step, she felt a hand running up her calf, and gave an involuntary shudder, but didn't stop climbing. As Martin was climbing behind her, his hand slid up and down her leg with each step they took. By the time Helen had reached the top landing, her heart was beating fast and she was becoming aroused.

She cleared her throat before telling Martin that the first room was the junk room, and then came the guest room. He glanced quickly into each, before moving along. On the other side of the landing was the bathroom, and Peter glanced again. Helen hesitated when they came to the door at the end of the corridor but Martin prompted her,

"And this is your room?"

Helen just mutely nodded, desperate to go in and use the large bed, but not wanting to take the lead in the slightest way.

"Well, come on then, let's go and have a look, shall we??"

Martin asked in a mock serious voice, and opened the door and guided her in. Once they were both inside, Martin firmly closed the door and began to look around. He nodded his approval at the unfussy décor that Helen had chosen, and remarked at the colour scheme of autumnal colours for all the soft furnishings. There were rich reds, gold, oranges and yellows along with muted greens and browns. Just listing the colours would make you think that the room clashed, but Helen had matched the differing hues so cleverly that it was like stepping into a wooded glade.

As Martin wandered around the room, looking at various items Helen had dotted about, she just stood there, unsure of what she should do. She gave a start as Martin opened up her wardrobe and began looking through her clothes. Helen made to say something, but changed her mind, and crossed the room. Martin looked at her and smiled at the uncertainty that showed in her face.
"I would love to see you in this dress,"

he said, pointing out a midnight blue, silky cocktail dress.

"Perhaps you could model it for me?"

Helen took the dress, and headed towards her private bathroom to change, slightly puzzled at this turn of events. As she went to pass Martin, he stopped her, and took the dress from her hands. Helen stood before him passively, trying to work out what he expected her to do now. She soon found out as he gathered her towards him and ran his hands down her back until he reached the waistband of her skirt. With practised ease, Martin undid her skirt and began to slide it over her hips until it fell to the floor. He then turned his attention to her blouse and began to slowly undo the buttons. Helen opened her mouth to protest, but found it covered with his as he kissed her deeply for the first time that day. Martin was a good kisser and Helen began to melt under the onslaught, totally lost in the sensations until she felt the material of her blouse sliding off her shoulders. She had been so wrapped up in being kissed that she hadn't even realised that Martin had managed to get all the buttons unfastened.

Now she stood in her underwear, a little uncertain, and wishing it was better quality, and that her figure was more like it had been in her late teens. Did Martin expect her to shed the rest of her clothes, or put the cocktail dress on, or... what?

Martin again took control and began to kiss her once more, at the same time running his hands up and down her back. Helen again began to melt again, losing herself totally in the moment. As she felt Martins hands run over her shoulders and down her upper arm, she realised that her bra was coming off. Martin's hands began to move over her now exposed breasts, gently at first and then with a little more force as he began to knead her flesh. As he brushed her nipples firmly, a small groan escaped Helens throat and was lost in the continuing kiss.

It wasn't until Helen felt the edge of the bed pressing against the back of her knees that she realised Martin had moved her very slowly backwards. He began to lean towards her more, applying subtle pressure so that Helen found herself falling onto her back on the bed. Martin swiftly finished taking her bra from her body and ran his hands down her stomach. Before Helen could begin to sit upright, Martin had hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and hose and was drawing them down her body. Helen was no completely naked, whilst Martin was still fully clothed.

"Very nice!"

Martin exclaimed as he began to unbutton his shirt. Once his shirt had joined her discarded garments, he lay beside her on the bed, and began to kiss her again. Helen felt confident enough to respond, and started to kiss him back. When his hand began to caress her breasts, Helen began to feel as if she was in heaven, and felt her groin begin to respond. Tentatively, she raised a hand and ran it over his back, feeling his muscles ripple.

Martin felt the woman half below him relax and began to widen the lazy circles he was making with his hands. Although they had had sex last time, he wanted to make this moment live on in her memory and not be classed as a quick fumble and fuck. He could sense that Helen was beginning to be aroused, but wanted her at the stage where she was bucking and begging him to take her. Still kissing her deeply, so that she was both distracted and pinned to the bed, he carefully edged his fingers down over her stomach and towards her mons. Helen stiffened slightly, and then relaxed again as Martin stopped the movement with his hand.

Martin shifted his body slightly, so that his other arm was free. He used this to begin the kneading of Helen's breasts. It had the other advantage that his leg had fallen to resting on hers, and by applying very gentle pressure, he had managed to get a knee between hers, forcing her legs slightly apart. Once he felt her body relax again under the gentle movement of his roving hand and mouth, Martin began to inch his knee up slightly, inch by inch, until it was at mid thigh. Quickly taking advantage, he shot his lower hand down over her mons and began to stroke her vulva.

Helen gasped and tried to push him off, but Martin wasn't having any of it.

"Relax. Just lay back and relax and enjoy it. I am not going to hurt you, but want this to be about your pleasure, not mine."

Helen nodded, a little uncertainly and tried to relax. She wanted the man to be in control, but now it came to it, she was full of doubts again. It had been many, many years since anyone had touched her intimately just for the sake of bringing her pleasure. Silently, she offered thanks that she was freshly showered and so fresh in all the places Martin was now beginning to probe.
Martin began to rub his fingers along her outer lips, until he felt her body relax. He then gently parted her lips and gently circled Helens hole, carefully inserting a finger just to the first knuckle and then withdrawing again.

Martin continued this action until Helen gave a slight wriggle beneath him, as if trying to get his finger further in. Judging the time was right, Martin excused himself, telling Helen to move further on the bed while he fetched something from his car. Helen watched as Martin rushed from the room and figured that he was off to fetch some condoms, laughing to herself that if only he had asked, she had some in the bathroom cabinet... just in case!

Helen got up and stretched herself before settling again in the centre of the bed. She felt rather foolish just lying there and was just considering getting up again when Martin returned with a small bag that looked like a black cosmetics bag.

'Heavens!'

thought Helen...

'what on earth??'

but didn't have much time to wonder as Martin climbed on the bed and knelt beside her.

"Now, where were we?"

he asked with a grin.

"Oh yes... I believe I had a hand here, and another here, and my mouth was..."

He leant over her and resumed kissing her deeply. Martin had placed the small zipped bag the far side of his body, so Helen wouldn't have been able to see what he got from it even if she had her eyes open... bust as they were lightly closed with the kiss, she had no idea that Martin had even opened the bag and was now holding a seven inch slim vibrator in his hand. Keeping Helen fully focussed on her mouth and breasts, Martin produced a miniature vibrator that he could slip over his finger, some lube, and something that looked like a baby's toothbrush and laid them with the vibe on the bed.

He broke the kiss and leaned over so his face was above Helens. Locking eyes with her, he told her that he was about to take her to heaven and back. If he did anything that she really didn't like, or the sensations got too much, she was to say so, and he would stop. He promised that he wasn't going to hurt her in anyway, but warned her that she might end up screaming or in tears! If she really and truly wanted him to stop, she was to yell BLUE, and he would stop immediately. He made Helen repeat what he had said, and then added,

"I am in charge here. I want you to do exactly as I say, when I say it. Is that understood?"

Helen bit her lip and nodded, wondering exactly what she had got herself into here. After all, she hardly knew Martin... what if... Helen gave herself a mental shake. Her best friend knew that she was entertaining him today, and was due to ring at seven to make sure everything was all right.

Helen decided to go with the flow and consciously relaxed, wondering what Martin was going to do. He had certainly been pushing her buttons so far, and she had been a little disappointed when he had begun to get her worked up and then ran off to his car.

"I am not going to tie you up or anything,"

Martin said, snapping Helen's attention back to what he was saying,

"But I am going to lay this scarf across your eyes. Anytime you want to take it off, you can – but for now, close your eyes and let me make you fly!"

Helen didn't really like this idea, but thought she would give it a few minutes before she moved it. Not being able to see what was happening heightened Helen's other senses and she found herself straining to hear the slightest sound so as to get a clue as to what was happening. All she could hear was a faint rustle as Martin shifted his weight on the bed, so she gave a slight jerk as she felt his fingers touch her vulva. He was parting her lip, very gently, with the fingers of one hand. Oh this was so embarrassing, but also so hot. Helen could almost visualised him peering at her most private place, and then blushed as she realised that this was turning her on, and she was getting wet.

Helen gave a slight yelp as something cold hit her clit and wondered what on earth it could be, and then relaxed again as she worked out that Martin must have applied a little glob of lube. Her yelp turned into a low moan as his finger began to circle her tiny nub. Oh that felt good. It was so much better when a hand other than her own rubbed there. Alone she could run and flick all night and get nowhere, but already she could feel that her body was beginning to respond.

"I do so love the way you have styled your hair,"

Martin remarked and made Helen frown as she wondered what he was talking about. The frown turned into a deep crimson blush as she worked out that he was referring to the fact that her pubic hair was trimmed very short and shaved in places. She had done it some time previously to wear a high-cut swimsuit and had so like the effect that she had kept it like that since.

Helen didn't have time to comment though as her breath was taken away as Martin inserted a finger into her hole and began to make circles with it. The circles reflected those being made on her clit and soon Helen was in torment trying to sort out messages from two different places. Her breathing quickened and her skin began to flush as all her senses focussed on her cunt. If he kept this up, she would soon be building to an orgasm. It wouldn't be a big one, but when you hadn't had one in week, the size didn't matter too much.

Sure enough, she soon found herself moving her hips slightly and could feel her muscles begin to clench in preparation for the minor earthquake. Just as she felt the wave was a bout to break, Martin withdrew his finger and Helen experienced a sense of anticlimax. A low

'nooooooooooo' escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and she heard Martin give a chuckle.

"Oh you liked that did you?"

Helen didn't answer, and Martin repeated the question, giving one nipple a small pinch until Helen gasped a

"yes!"

The sharp pain was replaced by one of a different kind as Martin sucked hard on the aroused flesh. Helen was lost in the sensation and began to roll her head, making the scarf slip slightly. However, as she had closed her eyes to allow herself to concentrate on the sensations her body was experiencing. The finger on her clit also stopped its action and Helen was about to protest again when she felt herself being spread. Something was being pushed into her vagina, it felt odd at first, but her walls soon adjusted to whatever had replaced his finger. It wasn't much wider than maybe two slim fingers, but felt hard but squishy at the same time.

Helen soon forgot to puzzle over what the material was as Martin's finger began to roll her clit. Her body gave a slight lift off the bed in surprise as a low hum replaced he silence and her cunt was assaulted by a new sensation. Martin had obviously inserted a vive into her and had turned it on. It was a powerful vibe, and soon, her walls were clutching at it, trying to draw it further in as if it were a real cock.

"Open your legs wide" Martin

ordered, and without thought, Helen did as she was bid without thought. She felt Martin move to between her legs and knew that she now wouldn't be able to close them even if she wanted to. For a second time in as many minutes, his finger briefly left her clit, but as the vibe had now almost taken on a life, it didn't matter. Martin played the vibe in and out of her hole until he sensed that Helen was becoming used to the sensations. He could see that she was becoming wet as moisture was clinging to the walls of the tool as he withdrew it. With now warning, he pushed it in as far as he could and then flipped a switch.

Helen gave a gasp and then let out a long low moan as the vibrator was thrust as far as it would go. The tip of the vibe was right up against her cervix, and it would have been painful if Helen hadn't been so aroused. Soon the moans were louder as the head of the vibe seemed to be moving in circles, almost as if it was a huge finger and the neck of the cervix a huge clit. Within second, Helen was beginning to buck on the bed, being carried higher and higher on the crest of the wave... and it was going to burst... nnnnooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!

As Helen reached her climax she thrashed on the bed, balling her hands into fists, which pounded the mattress either side of her. Martin didn't immediately stop the vibe's actions, but drew out Helens agony until he saw that the first huge wave of orgasm was over. Only then did he turn it off and slowly withdrew it. Helen didn't notice until the vibe was clear of her cunt, which now suddenly felt very empty. Ohhh but that had been good. The memory of that climax would last her for weeks. It was a shame it was over but she could do with a rest, to catch her breath and cool down. Maybe...

But a sharp tug on her clit. It felt as if Martin was sucking on it. Oh heavens, she didn't really like oral sex. It made her uncomfortable and if she had to give it she always but always ended up gagging if they came in her mouth. Her husband had given up asking her to take his cum in her mouth, and always withdrew long before he ejaculated. Helen tried twisting away, but Martin leant forward and placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, stopping her.

"Just relax. I haven't finished with you yet, sweetheart."

Helen grabbed at the scarf and threw it aside, screwing up her eyes as they adjusted to the light. If Martin's face was above hers, he couldn't possibly be sucking on her clit – but something was, she could feel it. Martin must be using some device on her clit, and now that she was sure it wasn't his mouth, Helen was able to relax. Within seconds she found that she was responding to the tug tug tug on her nub. It was almost painful, but in such a delicious way. Martin moved back and Helen wondered what was coming next. Her heartbeat had only just returned to normal and she could feel her cum seep out of her.

Helen gave a groan as and extra sharp tug marked the end of clit stimulation for a second, but the groan turned into a growl as it was replaced by something assaulting her now engorged clit like thousands of tiny rockets hitting it. Helen guessed it was another vive, but this one was really fast and powerful. Soon she was panting for breath as another wave started it slow build up. Having only just had an orgasm, Helen's body responded much quicker, and within just a minute or two, her hips were thrusting her cunt towards this new and exciting sensation.

Helen hardly gave a thought to what she must look like, she just needed to make contact with this thing that was assaulting her and making her sound like a demented idiot. A string of words were tumbling from her mouth, begging Martin to stop, demanding he didn't stop, pleading him for more. Helen was so far wrapped in the screaming messages issuing from the thousands of nerve endings that she didn't hear Martin give a laugh as he reached for another toy.

Helen was now so wet, and climbing so high that she hardly felt something enter her slopping cunt. It wasn't until Martin switched the tiny brush on that Helen's brain registered that something was attacking her G-spot. Helen gave a scream as the urgent message crowded out everything else in her overloaded sensory department. It was as if the fire alarm had started to ring in a bustling office.

This hurt so good. Sweetmotherfuckingjesus if this didn't stop she would wet her self. Ohfuckfuckfuckshitshitbuggershitfuck this was sweet agony. Now the thing was moving backwards and forwards as well as round and round and...

ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy GGOOOODDDDDDDDD she was coming again.

Helen had no more breath for word or screams or even moans. Her lips were wide open in a silent scream and her whole body began to shake as if she were throwing a fit. Only when her body lifted a foot or more from the bed did Martin finally turn the vibe off and carefully take it from the bucking body. Once the vibe was clear, he threw it to one side and slid to Helen's side in order to allow her to finally close her legs and ride out the after shocks of the orgasm.

He drew her into his body and hugged her as a parent hugs a sobbing child after a nasty fright, making soothing noises in his throat until Helen was able to begin to take normal breaths.
Once he judged she was calming down, he began to stroke her face and shoulders until she had fully landed back from whichever cloud she had flown to.

"Did you like my little toys?"

he asked quietly. Helen had no voice with which to answer, and only just managed to nod her head. She felt as if she had just been put through a mincer and then reassembled on the other side. Helen had never imagined that she would have been capable of two such big orgasms so close together. Sure, she had had multiples before, but not huge earthmoving ones together. She felt so tired, but so alive, and so comfortable laying her with Martin stroking her cheek like she was a small child.

Helen wasn't sure how long she stayed cuddled close to Martin, but was quite surprised to see that it was now dark outside. Sitting up quickly, she realised she must have fallen into an exhausted sleep.

"Oh we have woken at last, have we?"

Martin chuckled.

"Well, we just have time for a quick shower before we have to leave for the restaurant for dinner. And, I meant to ask earlier... can you give me the number of a decent motel where I might sleep tonight?"

"Oh. Umm, I suppose. I thought... I mean... I do have a spare room... or..." Helen glanced at the large bed where they were sitting and gave a shrug.

"Oh well, yes. I will stay here – but... you know the rule... I am the master in the bedroom!"

by Master Kiss

The Story Of The Dreamcatcher Spider

Seems like everyone is getting through something
today. I feel like
telling a story. Want to hear one? Come. Sit. My story
is about to
begin. Kat`a listen while I tell you of the dream
catcher spider.
.
.
A long, long time ago, there was a warrior. He was a
good man.
This warrior had to take a journey. He walked for a
long time. The
warrior came to a place where the road split into many
paths. Each
path taking a different direction. The warrior
stopped. Looked as far
as he could down each path. He thought and thought,
trying to decide
which path to take. Finally, knowing he could not
decide his path, he
sat on the ground. He pulled out his sacred bowl and
filled it with
smudge. After lighting the smudge he cleansed himself
and offered the
sweet smoke to the 7 directions. He gave a tobacco
offering and
prayed aloud. "Creator" he said, "there are so many
paths before me.
I want to choose the right path. The path that will
make me strong.
The one that will make me a good man in my tribe. The
one that will
make me a good son to my parents. The one that will
make me a good
husband to my wife. The one that will make me a good
father to my
children."
Well, we know that there are spirits everywhere. One
of the
spirits heard the warrior's plea. He turned himself
into a spider and
started weaving a web. As he wove the web, he told the
warrior the
story of how the dreamcatcher catches bad dreams in
it's web and the
good ones go through the center hole to the sleeping
individual. He
told the warrior that by the light of day, when the
sun hits the
dreamcatcher, all the bad dreams that are caught
disappear. He also
said that a dreamcatcher is much more than that. He
told the warrior
that it didn't matter which path of the web he would
choose, he would
end up at the center where the creator lives. It
didn't matter which
obstacles were in the way, if he was to stay on the
path he would
still end up at the center where the creator lives. So
it didn't
matter which path the warrior traveled, as long as he
kept his eye
on the center, where the Creator lives, it would never
be the wrong
path.
We honor the spider spirit and his wisdom by putting
spiders on
our dreamcatchers today. We always leave a large hole
in the center
when we weave them to remind us that this is where we
want to be in
life. And as we choose our paths in life, if we keep
our eye on the
center we can never go wrong

by James Running Turtle
(Indian -Outlaw)

My moon man

Your lilac wine drips down slow into me
I inhale you, my mind goes dark
I am scared to flow away on this river of lilac wine tears
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
I feel my skin start crawling and
I ache inside and outside
I feel the wind tickle my wet skin, tempting and teasing me
Like you, my wind man....
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
My wind man
You see my moon shine in the shy night, it's quiet and waiting for you
To enter and explore the wonder of the moon
Be my first space walker,
Look and the dark side,
Look at me, I am talking Watch me, don't be shy,
Look straight and soft and tender into me
I don't bite, my moon man...

by Deep thoughts

In the Darkness

laying here in the darkness
i hear you breathing
rolling to my side
i reach out to you
touching you, feeling you
the tender warmth of your flesh
beneath my fingertips
stirring in the night
you move closer
two bodies meeting, melding into one
eyes close tight as hands roam
moist lips pressing together
kissing in heated passion, lovingly
tasting, touching, kissing deeply
deliciously sweet, taunting, teasing
tongues intermingle, probing hungry mouths
warm breath caresses bare flesh
two feeding, feasting on one another
hearts beating, breaths deepen
two souls joined as emotions heighten
tidal waves of passion and lust wash over
flushing heated flesh
scents of desire linger in the air
softly smiling
looking into one another’s eyes
one last teasing kiss
before falling back, reaching out
melting into a lovers embrace

By Jade thorn

Wishing Well

See the mountain there?
The grassy one and the little path winding up the side now let me tell you the story....
.
.
.

Traveler be wary
upon your journey there
the lands are overgrown
steps are taken slow
cliffs that fall a thousand feet
though the view is perfect
and if you are lucky
the Wishing Well you'll find

He dared the path to see
a promise made to self
of dreams that form into reality

His search had been long
yet at the edge of the path
He knew it would soon be over
high within the wilds
of vining roses bloomed
stood the

Lonely Wishing Well
sustaining life cast in dusty sun
cherished were the roses
the reason she still carried on
though her well was dying
a trickle it had become

He came to the clearing
to see the legend of His mind
gave a kiss
savored a drink
found His place
within her world
odd though the Wishing Well

Afraid to give more of herself
felt replenished and renewed
at what was first thought of stolen drink
she listened to His dreams
she began to have one of her own
soon they were of one
a reality of wispy quality
where they reaped what each had sown

by Deps_wildhunny

Raven and the Man That Sits On the Tides

Long ago the oceans had no tides and the shores no
shallows. Raven knew
there was lots of food in the sea - oysters and clams,
mussels and
crabs.
But how to get to it? He was lazy and preferred
getting into
mischief.. Raven wondered, "If only there was a way to
move the water
out of
the way, so I could gather food from the sea!" Raven,
he knew nothing
about
the sea, but knew the Fog Man did. He would find the
Fog man and ask
him.
Raven started asking around. He asked the sandpipers,
and like a single
bird, the flock darted and swooped this way and that,
but Raven could
not
figure out which way they wanted him to go. Raven
asked the gulls, but
they
seemed to be lost souls endlessly searching
themselves.
Raven asked the Cormorants, perched like lonely
sentinels on the
offshore
rocks but they didn't know where The Fog Man was to be
found either.
Finally Raven decided to look far to the north, where
the fogs came
from. He
searched until one day he saw a island bouncing from
wave to wave, like
a
raft free of its moorings. On it was a wrinkled old
man with a long
straggly
beard. When he saw the Raven coming, he snatched up
his hat and pulled
it
down on his head. Fog began to pour out from under
it's brim, hiding
the fog
man and his island. Raven swooped down and snatched
off his hat.
"What, do
you throw a fog in a friend's face." "Hey, Raven!
Give me my hat, I've
fog
to make." He cried.
Raven asked: "Why do you make fog anyway?"
"It's my job. It's what I do, I'm the Fog Man."
"Well do you know how the sea can be moved away from
the shore?" asked
Raven.
"I don't know," said Fog Man, "Please give me my hat,
the sun is
getting too
warm."
"Do you know someone I could ask?"
"Go ask the Man who sits on the Tide."
"What is the tide?" Raven asked, "And why does he sit
on it? Where do I
find
him?"
The Fog Man pleaded: "Please leave me my hat, and go
to where the sun
sleeps."
Raven laughed "I'll just take your hat. It's time we
had a sunny day"
Leaving the Fog Man cursing on the shore, Raven flew
towards the
setting
sun. For many days, he pursued the sun and was just
about to give up
his
search when he spotted a solitary rock crag, with sea
birds swooping
around
its head and shoulders. Raven was about to ask the
birds, when the crag
yawned, then it blinked. What looked like a rock, was
a giant man,
sitting
in the water.
Three times Raven asked him: "Have you seen the man
who sits on the
Tide?"
with no answer, but on the fourth occasion the Giant
roared, "I am the
man
who sits on the tide!" and his breath blew Raven back
several miles.
Avoiding his mouth, Raven shouted in his ear. "Do you
know the secret
of how
to move the sea aside?"
"I know many secrets, but can't remember them," said
the Giant.
"Well maybe if you told me one, it would jog your
memory," said Raven.
"Go away," roared the giant. "I can't remember any!"
"Well what is the tide, and why do you sit on it?"
asked Raven.
"I sit on it because it's my job; it's waht I do. I
am the man who
sits on
the tide," the Giant answered.
Curious, Raven tried to see what he was sitting on.
"Maybe if you
stood on
it," he suggested politely.
"No!! I have always sat on the tide - it's what I
do!!" answered the
giant.
"Come on," said Raven, "Get up."
"Go away," said the Giant. "You bother me!"
Raven began circling him. Raven spotted an exposed
portion of his
"backside"
and got an idea. Flying up high in the sky, he pointed
his sharp beak
right
at it and dropped like hawk, jabbing the giant real
good.
With a mighty roar, the giant rose up and started
howling in pain,
jumping
around and holding his "backside". But his wail was
drown out by the
sound
of a hundred waterfalls, as the sea poured into a
large hole where he
had
sat. The giant danced around in pain. The sea was
almost all gone,
leaving
sand and floundering fish as far as the eye could see.
Finally, rubbing
the
"tender spot" the giant sat down. As he did the sea
spurted up and
refilled
to its former water line. Raven knew the giant's
secret. "So that's
what
the tide is, now if we can just teach him some new
habits."
Raven perched on his shoulder and with his most
persuasive trickster
voice
suggested, "From now on, how about taking a little
stretch twice a day
-
just a short one, so the people can gather food from
the sea."
"No," said the Giant. "Sitting is what I do. I am
the man who sits on
the
tide. I have always done this and always will. It's
my job."
"Come on, everybody needs a break now and then, just a
short stretch
twice a
day?"
"Go away, your'e upsetting me!"
"I know, it's my job. It's what I do. I am the Raven.
I upset things. I
upset the darkness when I stole the
sun and put it in the sky. I upset the cold when I
stole fire from Owl
and
gave it to the people, and now I will upset you twice
a day."
As Raven began circling for another jab, the giant
roared, "Why, I can
swat
you like a mosquito! You are no bigger to me than a
minnow is to a
whale!"
And he began to swing his arms wildly at the circling
Raven. Giant
waves
were formed. As the two struggled, Raven trying to jab
the giant, the
giant
trying to crush the Raven, a great storm struck the
shores, and they
say
that this was when Mountain Goat first tasted salt and
why sea shells
are
found in the mountains.
Trying as hard as he could Raven could not get near a
tender spot on
the
Giant. Then Raven remembered Fog Man's hat. Raven
pulled the hat down
on his
head. Fog began pouring out, thicker and thicker.
A fog bank enveloped the Giant. He looked around,
trying to spot Raven,
but
all he could see was Fog. Then, "YEOWWW!" Raven jabbed
him good. For a
little while, he jumped and danced around, then
settled back on his
spot.
Meanwhile as the waters receded, Raven was able to
gather food from the
sea
shore. The waters were shallow enough to fish, and
there were oysters
and
clams and mussels and crabs. The Sandpipers and gulls
and cormorants
found
plenty to eat. Then as the giant had settled down, the
waters returned
to
their former level.
Raven began to visit the giant twice a day at
different times to catch
him
by surprise, upsetting him each time. Sometimes he
used Fog Man's hat,
or
came in the dark of the moon. And as the tide went out
and
came in, there was plenty of food to eat. Finally,
one day, as the
Raven
was about to pull on the fog man's hat, he saw a
surprising sight. All
by
himself, without Raven's reminder, the Giant stood up,
stretched,
looked
around and after a bit, sat down.
Raven was puzzled. He disguised himself as a sea bird
and flew to the
giant's shoulder. "Why did you just stand up and sit
down?"
"It's my job; it's what I do. As long as I remember
it's what I have
done.
I am the man who makes the tide go out and come in."
And as Raven flew off, relieved he would have to upset
the Giant no
longer,
he laughed. "I am the Raven. I upset things. It's my
job. It's what I
do!"

by James Running Turtle
(Indian-Outlaw)

Happy Mothers Day

Feelings we have for our Mothers
Are some none like the rest,
The feelings that they bring out in all of us
Of joy and happiness.

They care for us when are sick,
They tuck us in at night,
Always being there for us
Never letting us fall

Even though we don’t say it enough
The world wouldn’t be the same without you
They love we hold for you is endless
Though sometimes it’s hard to see.

With this little poem,
I just wanted to say,
You really mean a lot to me,
And Happy Mother’s Day.

By Master Kiss

Tina Chapter3

Scene 1 - Preparation

Tina strides silently down the hotel corridor, looking for Room 851. Her tall, 5-inch stilettos make no sound as their dagger-like heels made a procession of little depressions in the rich crimson carpeting. Her purse feels heavy, with the items she had been ordered to bring.
She hopes she will be on time. Her Master's instructions, which she had found neatly typed on a piece of paper that had been slipped under her door while she had been at the gym teaching her aerobics class, had been very precise:

She was to bathe, shave, and oil her body in preparation for the most rigorous test of her submission and obedience she had yet been challenged to endure.

Tina was to ensure that her cunt was freshly shaven, and totally, completely bare. Each wisp of hair found during her inspection would result in a punishment stroke.
She must arrive with her asshole already well lubricated, and ready to be stretched open by whatever her Master intended to insert in her.

As for her attire, the instructions were simple and to the point:

Tina was to wear the new, black leather corset - the one that left her generous breasts completely exposed above the tight, black second skin and that fit snugly against the flare of her hips below her already small waist.

The corset was to be laced as tightly as possible - Martin, the chauffeur, had had to help with that, when he arrived at her apartment to drive her to her destination. Knowing what was required, Tina did not have to be told to stand erect and inhale while he pulled the laces ever tighter. He had made them even tighter than Mistress Danielle had, when she had been fitted at Taboo Fashions the other day.

She was to wear black fishnet stockings, held up by the garters attached to the corset.
And the shoes - those gloriously sexy, kinky shoes! Martin had brought them, and fitted them onto her feet while she stood next to her dining room table, holding onto a chair back to help her balance. She had never before worn such incredibly tall heels. These were the quintessential "FM" shoes. They definitely shouted

"Fuck Me"

to whoever saw them affixed to the end of such long, tantalizing legs.

That was it. There was nothing else to her outfit. She was permitted to wear a short kimono-like wrap over the corset, for entering the hotel. Martin had unlocked and removed the silver collar, telling her that she would not need it this evening.

Tina had again enjoyed the glass of champagne that Martin had provided in the limousine. She had brought a tube of lubricant into the car with her. While Martin was driving, she had knelt on the floor of the car, leaning over the rear seat, waving her ass in his rear view mirror. She had put a placed a large swirl of jelly on her right index finger and had reached behind her to lubricate her asshole and to grease her tight, dark passage as far inside as her fingers could penetrate.

By the time they had arrived at the hotel, Tina had used ½ of the tube's contents, had three fingers making wet sloppy noises as they slid in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm, and had a very wet pussy from her own, self-made lubricant.

Before exiting from the car, Tina had washed her hands, using the soap and hot, wet towel that Martin had thoughtfully provided.

She had briefly flashed her bald cunt at the middle-aged doorman who had opened the car door, as she had gotten out of the car. It was unavoidable, really, given the shortness of her wrap. Though she had not really tried to do so, she knew that he had gotten a glimpse of her tits, as well.

"Well, he can have something to fantasize about when he goes home to fuck his wife, later," she had thought.

Tina's passage across the hotel lobby had also been memorable. She had to walk very slowly in her fuck-me shoes, to maintain her balance. Her heels had sounded very loud on the polished marble floor. Everyone in the lobby had stopped, stared, and made way for her; like a flotilla of small boats scattering to escape the wake of powerful and regal yacht.

The elevator was empty as Tina entered it. As she rode to the eighth floor, she opened the kimono and admired the sexy, erotic vision of the ultimate fantasy-fuck staring back at her from the mirrors that wrap around all sides of the elevator. All of the views were stunning:
The rear view of her lovely, pear-shaped ass and cunt perched on top of the slim, firm thighs and the provocative fishnet stockings;

The front view of her delicious, perfectly shaped tits and hard pink nipples spilling over the top of the smooth, black hourglass of the corset, and the boldly displayed naked pussy framed by the bottom of the corset, the garters, and the tops of the stockings;

And especially the side view, where the swell of her high, firm breasts are lewdly spilling out and swaying above her tightly wrapped belly, and her creamy, succulent ass cheeks are a beautiful, rounded contrast to the tightly laced torso above them.

Tina continued to pose in various lewd and provocative positions all the way to the eighth floor. She hurriedly rewrapped her body just as the elevator doors slide silently open. The corridor is quiet, and empty.

Tina finds the door to room 851 at the far end of the corridor, around a corner, in a small alcove.
Following her instructions, she stands directly in front of the door. The corridor remains silent as a tomb. If anybody comes off the elevator, they would not see her in the alcove. Only the security-eye in the door to room 851 could see her.

Tina takes a deep breath, and follows the rest of her instructions.

She takes off her kimono coat and drops it to the floor. She stands there for a moment, enjoying the sinfully delicious sensation of being so exquisitely, provocatively attired where someone might chance to see her.

She opens her purse, and takes out the tweezer-like nipple clips, with their silvery connecting chain. She affixes each clip to a nipple. She squeezes them tight; the way she knows her Master likes them. Her pink nipples are already fully erect and inflamed with the passion of the moment. She knows they would hurt terribly, later, when her Master removes them. She squeezes them an extra millimeter tighter, anticipating that future rush of painful exhilaration, and wanting to maximize it's impact.

The wide, silver-studded, leather collar goes around her neck, fastened in the back with a small padlock, for which she does not have the key. A silver chain leash dangles down between her breasts, affixed to the collar's D-ring centered on her throat.

She slips a finger along her ass-crack, checking the lubricant that was slowly seeping out of her hole.

Next came the black satin blindfold, which went over her eyes and was held fast by an elastic band in the back.

Now she is ready to perform the final instruction.

Tina takes a deep breath, spreads her legs apart and begins to massage her slick, smooth, clean-shaven pussy. Her fingers play with her slit and rub and pinch her sensitive, very aroused clit. She inserts fingers from both hands, one after the other, deep into her slippery-wet hole. She stifles a low moan, as her hips and ass sway back and forth.

She throws her head as far back as she can given the height and stiffness of the tight leather collar, so her long, blonde hair can brush against her neck, shoulders, and back. Her tongue plays over her lips, making them glisten and ready to give or receive passionate kisses. The leash's chain swings back and forth between her breasts, like a pendulum.

She is ready. Her entire body is on fire, ripe and eager with anticipation. Her fingers are dripping with her cunt juices and are permeated with the sweet smell of herself. She has taken herself to the very brink of orgasm, and has managed to hold herself back, just barely, as she had been instructed.

At that moment, the door opens, and she is pulled silently inside, by her leash.

As the door closes behind her, she is pushed roughly to the floor; and placed into a kneeling position, with her ass raised high in the air, and her face and lips resting on her wet, sticky fingers on the carpet.

Tina holds steady and does not flinch as the first stroke of the flogger lands on her upturned ass.

"Thank you, Master - I am completely, totally yours,"

she said.
"You possess my body, my mind, and my soul."

And so it began…

Scene 2 - Prelude

"You impertinent, presumptuous little slut!"

It is not her Master, but Katia who has laid the sharp, quick stroke across Tina's ass. Tina flinches as Katia increases the intensity and the rate of the strokes across her ass, alternating them from left, to right, bringing both of Tina's cheeks to a tingling redness.

"Spread your legs apart, bitch!

Show me that naked cunt when I whip you, Katia continues, as Tina slides her knees as far apart on the carpet as she can,

"How dare you forget what the feel of my whip on your ass feels like. Now, do you remember?"

As Katia challenges Tina with her question, she delivers a vertical stroke that lands directly on Tina's crack, with the flogger's tips curling down to land on Tina's sensitive, wet cunt.
Tina cries out as the flogger lands on her pussy. She involuntarily sits up as she tries to move her ass out of the way. Someone else grabs her leash and yanks her head back down to the floor. A woman's shoe stands on the leash, preventing Tina from lifting her head again. Tina's pussy gushes with wetness, betraying her arousal, which begins to run down the inside of her thighs.
Katia pauses after the stroke across Tina's cunt, and says, "

You will be punished for flinching like that, with three more strokes on that hot little snatch of yours. If you move or flinch again, you will receive three more. And you will thank me for each one, as it is delivered, and you will beg for another."

With that, Katia swings the flogger in the air menacingly, making a sinister, whirring sound. Then the leather strips land on Tina's quivering cunt. This time, it lands squarely on her slit, with the flogger's tips reaching around underneath to touch Tina's flesh on her belly, above her pussy. Thankfully, it is not a hard stroke. Nonetheless, a loud, sharp cry escapes from Tina's lips before she can whisper,

"Thank you, Mistress Katia, may I please have another?"

Tina repeats her request two more times, as the second and third strokes land on her pink cunt flesh. As the third stroke lands, Tina nearly explodes in a violent orgasm, just barely keeping herself from jumping in the air from the intense combination of pain and pleasure.
After Tina's orgasm subsides, Katia kneels next to Tina and kisses Tina's ass, and runs her tongue down her crack, from the top, across her well-lubricated asshole, and down to her aching cunt. Tina almost comes again, as Katia licks her clit and wiggles her tongue deep inside her wide-open fuck-hole.

The person standing on Tina's leash then steps aside, and pulls Tina up to a kneeling position. She is led, crawling, to a couch. Tina can now hear, and smell, the unmistakable sounds and scents of fucking coming from the cushions.

A man is sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide apart. A woman is sitting on his cock, facing away from him, slowly sliding herself up and down his large, erect penis. Tina's head is positioned so she is directly in front of the splayed apart cunt lips that are methodically sliding up and down the man's shaft. Katia commands

" Bring them both to orgasm, slut."

Tina licks the woman's wet, slippery pussy lips as they move up and down, and sucks on the exposed, very aroused clit she finds at the top of the woman's slit. By the size and shape of the ring piercing the clit, and the heavenly scent of the woman's cunt juices, she can tell that this is Veronica's pussy that she is ministering to. As Veronica slides slowly up the prick, Tina licks the man's cock, and rapidly flicks her tongue along the moving line where the cunt lips hug, and curl around, the cock.

Veronica lifts herself almost off the penis, so Tina can lick the entire shaft, up to the bottom of the large, mushroom shaped head that is spreading Veronica's cunt lips apart. Then she slides back down.

Tina's mouth follows Veronica's pussy lips down, until Veronica has the entire cock lodged deep inside her. Tina then takes the man's balls into her mouth, and sucks them gently. They feel large, and full, ready to deliver their contents deep into Veronica's cunt.

As Veronica slides up the cock again, her hands grasp the swollen dagger and jam it into Tina's mouth just as it pops free from her wet, wide-open cunt. Veronica holds Tina firmly by her wavy blonde hair, forcing her to deep-throat the cock repeatedly. The cock feels bigger each time it is thrust to the back of her throat. It fills her mouth with an incredible, delicious fullness. She lets her teeth delicately rub against the cock flesh as it slides in and out of her mouth, to heighten the sensation on his erect, sensitive skin.

Tina thrills to the feeling, taste, and smell of this wonderful tool. She wonders if this is her Master's cock she is sucking. No - she corrects herself, the cock is fucking her mouth - it is in control, using her mouth solely for it's own pleasure.

Veronica then retrieves the cock and slides it back into her pussy. She pulls Tina forward again to lick and suck the heavenly combination of cock, cunt, and clit. She does not let go of Tina's hair, pulling Tina's face and extended tongue exactly where she wants them to be. Tina enters a dream-like state. Only her mouth matters now. The rest of her body fades away.

As Veronica increases the tempo of the up and down rhythm, another woman straddles Tina and sits on her tightly corseted back, facing her ass. Veronica reaches forward to fondle the woman's tits, before returning her hands to Tina's hair. The woman who is riding Tina starts to spank Tina's ass with the open palms of her hands, first alternating on each ass cheek, and then on both, together.

Katia, who is kneeling behind Tina, tells her
"I am going to slide a life-size dildo, made from a cast of your Master's cock, in your ass. Open wide, and accept it. You must hold it inside you. If it begins to slide out, you will be severely punished."

Tina spreads her legs as wide as she can with the third woman sitting on her back, as Katia positions the large imitation cock at Tina's back door. Her rider spreads her ass cheeks wide.
After rotating the rubber cock around her tight brown hole to oil it with the juices and lubricant seeping out of it, Katia slides it in with a single firm push. Tina's asshole opens to accept the dildo, and it stretches wide as the thick cock is slid deep into her dark passage. It goes in farther, and farther, and farther. It feels like it is reaching all the way into her belly. It fills Tina completely. Katia leaves an inch or so protruding from Tina's ass, so her asshole cannot close around the dildo.

Tina is having a very difficult time, with her attention divided between the cock and cunt she has arrayed in front of her still-blindfolded face; the large rubber cock buried in her ass that her muscles are grabbing and wanting to expel; and the regular slaps being rained on her ass from the woman who is now rocking back and forth on her corseted back. Tina guesses that it is Loretta who is riding her like a fuck pony.

Veronica forces Tina's mouth wide open and orders her to take the man's balls into her mouth. Tina can feel them tighten and tremble as they prepare to release their load.

Finally, as Veronica's body moves in a blur of up and down motion, the man's cock spasms and delivers its load of hot creamy come into Veronica's cunt, as she grinds her pussy down as far as she can on the large, pulsating shaft. Veronica cries out, in a perfectly timed orgasm to accompany her man. At the same time, Loretta's spanking reaches a crescendo on Tina's upturned ass.

Tina comes, her orgasm arriving in a sudden, overwhelming rush, while she has her mouth sucking on the man's balls. In the midst of her own frenzied orgasmic spasm, her mouth feels them tense and pump the semen up the long, rigid shaft into Veronica's waiting cunt.
Other than a quiet grunt as he spewed his copious come into Veronica, the man has not said a word.

After a long wait, Veronica slowly stands up, letting the semi-hard penis slip from her vaginal grasp. She commands Tina to lick her pussy clean, and to clean the still pulsing cock with her tongue. Tina eagerly runs her tongue up and down the shaft, gobbling up the dribbling come and cunt juice combination. She positions her mouth on Veronica's gaping cunt and laps up the come as it slowly oozes out of her hole. It tastes absolutely wonderful.

The final ecstasy is when Katia slowly slides the long, hard dildo out of Tina's ass. It is the perfect denouement to a perfectly delicious, decadent, shared orgasmic experience.
And still, she does not know whose cock and come she has just tasted. She tries to imprint the scent, the taste, and the shape of the man's penis into her memory. She wants to recognize this cock, and this man, again.

Scene 3 - Preparations

After Tina has completely cleaned Veronica's cunt of the semen that has been slowly sliding out of it, Loretta and Katia lift Tina to her feet and lead her to a cushioned ottoman that is positioned in the middle of the room. Tina is made to kneel on the plush, leather cushion of the ottoman. Once positioned correctly, with a few strokes of the whip to encourage her, Tina's ankles are bound with ropes and lashed to the ottoman's legs, with her ankles angled out to each be at a corner of the plush cushion.

Tina's wrists are encircled with leather restraints, and shackled together with a snap clip. Her arms are lifted up, behind her head. Her wrists are positioned behind her neck.
A length of rope is then tied first to one ankle, then threaded through the snap shackle that links her wrist cuffs behind her neck, and then led down to her other ankle. Tina is positioned so her ass is about six inches above the ottoman's cushion, and her back is straight and as vertical as she can make it. The rope is then tightened and tied to the other ankle, making a pointed, triangular outline, framing her luscious, vulnerable ass between the angled ropes.

Next, a rope is tied around each elbow, and then attached to the ankle below it, as her arms are pulled as far back as possible, right over her feet. Tinahave to go is completely immobile now. She could sit her ass down on her legs, but she knows she will be whipped if she does.
At this point, the doorbell to the suite rings.

The Master exclaims,

"Room service, right on time! Loretta, please let him in."

Yes! Yes! It was him. Tina is elated, knowing now that it was his cock that Tina had been serving, that it had been his cock fucking her mouth

Loretta opens the door, and Tina can hear a room service waiter enter the room, pushing a cart. Even though she is blindfolded, she can visualize the awestruck look on the waiter's face as he sees her kneeling on the ottoman, facing the door, with her naked pussy aimed directly at him, and her lovely tits so elegantly lifted up and thrust out from having her arms and hands lashed firmly behind her neck.

"You may put the hors d'ouvres on the table over there,"

Loretta explains to the waiter. And the flowers, give them to me so I may decorate our centerpiece. The waiter busies himself arranging the plates of food on the table. The delightful aromas that are wafting through the room awaken Tina's taste buds.
The Master then speaks again,

"Katia, please present yourself so we may tip this fine man for his excellent service."

Tina can hear Katia say

"Yes, Master,"
as she moves in front of Tina, kneels on the floor, lifts her skirt up to reveal her naked tattooed cunt, framed by her lovely ass and thighs, and clasps her hands around Tina's tied-down ankles. Tina can tell that the scripted tattooed

"Fuck Me"
and

"Lick Me"

script on Katia's cunt lips are aimed directly at the waiter.
Veronica binds Katia's wrists to Tina's ankles, so she cannot escape. Katia's head and hair are brushing against Tina's pussy. Strands of Katia's hair are already clinging to Tina's skin, held there by the uncontrollable wetness that is coming from between Tina's legs. Tina can feel Katia's hot breath on her belly and clit.

The Master then tells the waiter,

"Please, fuck her in her cunt, or her ass, whichever you prefer. You may be rough, or gentle, as you like. Katia loves to be fucked, and isn't particular as to how. Aren't you, dear?"

"Yes, Master, I do love to be fucked. Any time, any way. Please, kind Sir, may I have your cock, now? My tender young body awaits you. Use me in any way that you wish, for your pleasure and enjoyment."

The waiter hurries out of his pants, drops to his knees behind Katia, and places his hands on her hips. As he leans forward, Katia whispers,

"Thank you, Sir, for choosing my tight, wet pussy. I can feel your big, hard cock, sliding up and down my wet cunt slit. Please fuck me right now."

Katia wraps her hands firmly around Tina's ankles, and holds them tightly, as she awaits the fucking that is about to begin.

With one quick lunge, the waiter impales Katia on his cock. She is pushed forward by the thrust, so her face is forced into Tina's pussy, in front of her. He holds her there, with his hands on her hips, as he pistons in and out of her snatch with great, fierce thrusts.

Katia opens her mouth, and sticks her tongue out, so she can lick Tina's naked pussy whenever her mouth is pushed close enough by the waiter's powerful strokes. Tina can tell that he is making fast, deep, powerful penetrations into Katia's very wet-sounding cunt, sliding almost all of the way out and then back in as deeply as he can. His piston is working inside what is now a very well-oiled and lubricated machine. Katia is now making low, moaning, unintelligible animal sounds as her pussy is being pounded into submission.

Loretta urges him on, exhorting him with a lewd, pornographic commentary on his performance; and on how much Katia is loving the extremely good fucking she is getting.
Veronica kneels next to the conjoined cock and cunt. She reaches behind the waiter's ass to fondle his balls with one hand, while she slaps Katia's ass with her other hand, as she urges Katia to use her cunt muscles to squeeze and massage the rock hard post that is pile-driving her insides into mush.

Tina is extremely wet now, from Katia's tongue, from the sounds and smells of sex coming from the intertwined bodies in front of her, and from the buffeting the ottoman is taking from their now animal-like, rutting passion.

As the ottoman is rocked back and forth by the aggressive fucking, Tina can feel her arms pulled tighter and farther down her back, as her torso is forced up and down, and left to right. The combination of the strain on her back and on her wrists and ankles, and the irregular dancing movements Katia's tongue is making across her naked cunt lips has Tina extremely aroused. She can feel the cunt juices dripping, no, pouring, down her legs. She is a sopping wet mess, and loving every second of it.

Finally, the waiter makes a dramatic lunge forward, holds himself as deep in Katia's quivering pussy as he possibly can. Katia's face is now pressed directly onto Tina's wet mound so forcefully that it is hard for her to breathe. Her tongue squirms frantically in Tina's aching pussy. As he begins to spasm and come, the waiter reaches forward with his hands, and grabs Tina's tits and nipples, which are still being tightly pinched by her nipple chain.

The unexpected movement pulls Tina forward by her tits until her arms are as tight as bowstrings behind her back, with her hands pulled down as far as they can possibly go towards her ankles and ass. He holds Tina tightly by her tits, causing her still sore and tender nipples to become painfully hard points, with electricity seeming to arc between them as they are pulled taut. The waiter continues to shove Katia's body forward, as he empties his hot load of come into Katia's hot, wet hole.

Tina can feel, and hear, Katia coming at the same time. Katia's orgasm is strong, wet, and loud. She screams her delight directly into Tina's pussy. This is enough to push Tina over the edge, too; and she comes again, hard. Her whole body shakes; making the taut ropes binding her wrists and elbows to her ankles feel like they are vibrating strings.

Finally, the waiter collapses across Katia's back, and he releases Tina's tits, so she can lean back and ease the tension on her arms.

Scene 4 - Celebrating the Centerpiece

After the waiter has recovered from his exertions and made himself presentable again, he leaves, closing the door behind him. Katia retreats to the bathroom to freshen herself and to put on new makeup. Tina is left on the ottoman, still tied down as firmly as before, and still blindfolded. She has yet to see anything within the suite.

The Master directs Veronica and Loretta to arrange the flowers on the centerpiece, and to hurry, before the guests arrive.

Tina feels the women's hands begin to entwine flowers in her soft cloud of shoulder-length wavy blonde hair. Tina now realizes that she is the centerpiece!

Small delicate flowers are threaded through the rings on her rigid leather collar. Individual stems of a very fragrant flower are forced down the front of her corset so the flowers are lined up at the top of the corset, tickling the underside of her breasts. Other flowers are woven through the tight lacing that runs up the back of the corset.

Then a large dildo is inserted into her pussy, and another one into her ass. Each one has had its center cored out, to turn it into an obscene bud vase. A small arrangement of blooms has been inserted into each dildo vase before the rubber cocks are slid into Tina's twin fuck holes. Each dildo is pushed in so that nearly all of its length is hidden inside Tina, leaving only the rim of the dildo vases, with their cloud of flowers exposed between Tina's legs.

Finally, a long stemmed rose is laid across Tina's nipples, and balanced there. Tina can feel the small, sharp thorns pressing lightly into her tit flesh. Veronica gently pulls the stem of the rose to one side, forcing a thorn to dig into Tina's breast, indenting, but not breaking, the skin. Tina hisses and arches her back as she inhales, feeling the sharp point of the thorn as it attempts to draw blood.

The Master tells Tina,

"If the rose falls, you will be punished severely. You must not let your flower vases slide out from your cunt or your ass, or even slip out a mere inch. You do not want to feel my anger on your fair skin. "

Before Tina can answer, Loretta pulls Tina's mouth open and inserts another rose stem between her lips and teeth, so Tina is forced to hold the still-thorned stem horizontally in her mouth. Tina cannot completely close her lips, or let them relax, lest the thorns puncture her full, luscious lips.
A refreshed and repainted Katia rejoins the group surrounding the Tina centerpiece, as they await their guests.

Soon, a collection of what seems like about 6 couples have entered and filled the hotel suite. As they enter, each couple greets the Master warmly as an old friend, with kisses and embraces.
As one couple enters, Tina can hear the Master greet a woman named Gloria. Gloria and the Master share a long kiss. The Master then compliments Gloria on her dress, on how provocatively revealing it is, and how it accents her lovely breasts. Tina can hear Gloria laugh as she exclaims,

"See how easy it is for your hands to find my tits, Sir? They are right there for you. Ahh, that feels nice. You have such a warm, soft touch, Sir!"

Tina hears Simone arrive with a man. She, too, greets Tina's unnamed Master warmly, and submissively. Tina can tell, by their words and the sounds of their caresses, that he knows her body very well.

Simone makes her way over to the center of the room where Tina kneels, the slut-centerpiece for this intimate and decadent gathering of men and women who share the common bond of Dominance and submission, and of the rituals of physical, mental, and emotional power-exchange that bring it to life and make it a real, all-consuming passion for them.

"Hello, Tina,"

Simone whispers.

"You look ravishing. I knew that this was right for you, that you were so very ripe, and ready to be plucked and seized by a man who could make you his. Is it everything I told you it would be?"

Tina nods her head slightly. She dares not speak, with the long, thorny rose stem held between her lips. She feels Simone's hands dance across her exposed flesh.

"Oh, yes, you are so incredibly beautiful, Tina. I hope I have the opportunity to taste you and to feast on your luscious flesh, this evening. I do hope I am given permission to do so."

Then, Simone is gone, summoned to the other end of the room by a stern male voice. Tina can hear Simone being bent over a lap and spanked. For each stinging slap, she thanks the man who is reddening her ass. Tina has no idea of why Simone is being punished, what she had done to deserve being spanked in front of all of the other guests. And Simone does not ask, or complain. She accepts her punishment as if it were the most normal thing in the world, something that she experiences regularly.

Tina even suspects that Simone looks forward to being disciplined like this, to be so publicly humiliated and used so roughly in front of other Doms and their sluts.
The guests mill about the room, coalescing into small groups for laughter and conversation, and then reforming into other groupings.

Reverent, yet playful, hands run over Tina's body as they admire the magnificent floral arrangement she has become. Tina can feel the wetness running down her legs again, making it very hard to keep the cunt vase inside her. She tries to concentrate and focus on her cunt muscles, to hold the flower receptacle inside her. The touch of the hands and mouths on her nipples, ears, belly, armpits, and the rest of her body are a terrible distraction.

Tina can hear Loretta serving the hors d'ourvres to the guests as she circulates through the room. In addition to the tidbits on her tray, Tina can tell that the guests are tasting Loretta's nipples as well.

Katia and Veronica are busy serving the guests' below-the-waist needs. Tina can hear zippers being lowered, and raised, and the sounds of succulent, wet blowjobs intermingled with the conversation. She can also hear dresses being raised, panties being lowered, and pussies being attended to. It all makes for a very erotic, surreal experience, even though it is limited to the senses of sound and smell.

When someone pulls on Tina's nipple chains, causing her painful pink buds to shout in protest, at the same time as another hand delivers a strong slap to her ass, both the cunt and ass vases slide a couple inches out. Tina struggles mightily to keep them from being completely ejected from her two holes.
When someone unexpe
ctedly tickles her ribcage, Tina cannot hold still, and the rose stem falls from her breasts. The room falls silent, as the assemblage pauses from their conversation, looks up from their food plates and champagne glasses, and stares at Tina. Veronica and Katia stop in mid-lick, leaving the cock and cunt they are servicing waiting painfully for their mouths to continue their oral adulation.

The Master steps in front of Tina and tells her to prepare for her punishment. He turns and asks a man named Roger to take up a paddle and spank Tina hard, three times on each ass cheek. Tina braces for the spanking that is to come.

However, first, a woman's hand slaps her across the tits, causing them to bounce and recoil, as the Master barks out,

"Relax that ass, Tina. It better jiggle and rebound freely as it is struck. Tina tries to relax her muscles as she waits.

Then, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, come the three blows in rapid succession. Tina's ass involuntarily leaps up as far as it can, until her arms cry out in protest as the ropes are stretched to their limits. An unknown hand lifts and replaces the thorned rose stem across Tina's nipples, this time sliding it across her tits until the thorns dig into her flesh and actually penetrate her skin. Tina gasps in pain, though she manages to hold still. She is not sure whether what she feels on her breasts is sweat, or blood.

Then it is over, and the party resumes. Tina can hear all sorts of talk, mostly of bondage, submission, and all other sorts of carnal delicacies, as the party swirls around her. Katia's and Veronica's sloppy wet work continues; complete with sighs, murmurs, and quiet groans of pleasure form both the givers and receivers. Tina strains to hear Simone. At one point, she thinks she hears her, on her knees to her left, giving someone a nasty, sloppy-wet blowjob, complete with a vulgar and pornographic commentary on the cock she is servicing.
Finally, as the same room service waiter brings in the dessert trays, the Master claps his hands and asks for silence.

"I have brought you here to introduce my newest possession to you all. Tina is a raw novice, but she shows some small amount of promise and potential. I ask you all to join with me in giving her a rousing welcome to our perverted little social circle."

After the waiter has again left, Tina can hear the group forming a circle around her. She hears a rustling sound, but cannot tell what it is. Then she feels a rain of lashes against her skin, on her arms, legs, ass, belly, tits, feet, hair, everywhere. Each person is flogging her, but what implements are they using?

Tina has never felt anything like it before. The lashes are not painful like those from a whip or a riding crop. They do not spread out and touch her like a whip or a flogger would.

Then she knows. As the flogging continues from all sides, a strong, flowery scent fills the room. She is being whipped with flowers - irises. As the stems touch her skin, they bend and break, and the flower heads disintegrate in a cloud of flying petals as they sacrifice themselves on Tina' snow sweat-soaked skin. Tina can feel the dismembered flower petals clinging to her skin. She can feel herself being plastered with the remnants of the broken flowers. Each person picks up another stem as the flowers on the one they are using are destroyed.

The rose stems are long gone from her tits and mouth. Tina cries out as an incredibly powerful orgasm ripples through her body, from her clit to her tits, to the innermost part of her brain. As she strains up against her restraints and cries out, she can feel broken flowers, hands, and mouths covering her entire body.

A hand teases her asshole with the dildo vase that is embedded within it, twisting it and sliding it in and out to bring Tina near the brink of another orgasm. Suddenly, the flower vase is withdrawn from her asshole, leaving Tina feeling empty, vulnerable, and desperately wishing to have her ass stretched wide again, to be filled with something fat and hard. She is soon to have her wish fulfilled.

Each man, in turn, kneels before the throne of her naked ass, and fucks her asshole until he comes; filling her asshole with hot semen, or spraying it across her cheeks. Each ejaculation feels like a white-hot annointment to Tina. She is dizzy with repeated orgasms, as the men ejaculate in, and on, her; while the women continue to flog her with the irises.

When someone rips the clips off her nipples, her closed eyes see a brilliant white light, flaring like a nuclear fireball in her mind. The sudden rush of pain from the blood rushing back into her nipples is excruciating - and exhilarating. The sheer intensity of the resulting orgasm is overwhelming. Tina feels like her entire body is on fire, ignited by the white-heat blast of pain. It is like she is being consumed from within by the fire raging within her flesh.

The come and the flower petals mix together on her skin and splatter across her body as the final flower blows land on the rivulets of come dripping down her sweaty, satiated body.
Finally, it is over. Tina sits on the ottoman, now thankfully permitted to rest her ass on her heels, as she tries to regain her strength.

The guests leave, couple by couple, as they offer their thanks to the Master. Each one, man and woman, kisses Tina on the lips as they depart.

After they are all gone, Veronica, Katia, and Loretta lick the remaining come off of Tina's skin. They then untie her, and carry her gently into the bathroom, where they untie her corset and collar, and lower her into the warm, inviting water in the large bathtub. As Veronica unties the blindfold, Tina can hear the door to the suite open and close.
Her Master is gone again, and still unseen.

By Master Kiss