A Simpli Splendiferous Adversaria

Gorean Pole Dance

Gorean Pole Dance

ella GC

 

rises obediently to delicate feet, cheeks flushing a crimson hue of excitement, dark hershey orbs gaze about the Inn, butterflies fill her belly. The same butterflies that come each time she is to perform before men. Free men!. Strong men!  Very masculine men! Free people! she steps forward, belled ankles jingling, full hips slow and enticing, she tucks in her tummy, and lifts her chin, she will please them, she will, she will. Oh, she will!.

 

ella lifts her fingers to brush dark tendrils from her face. She lowers her arm to be even with the other, her hands at her sides, curling behind to rake against lush suppleness, the backs of her hands resting flat, pearl colored nails scrape forward, her legs buckle. girl’s heart begins to beat more rapidly, she becomes entranced looking around, Ah! she whimpers, almost silently.  she notices the musicians settling in a dimly lit corner of the home, beginning to ready themselves. The tharlarion oil lamps were dim. She heard guests being served, laughter!  Her knees weaken as she steps into the sand pit.

 

 

Her back arches, lusciously round breasts are thrust forward, an adorned chest feels warm with sensation, tingling, her head tosses back, oscillating forward again to the quickness of the beat. she becomes aroused with excitement, she hopes the free find her pleasing, she hopes to be rewarded with a smile or the words “good girl” for being found as such, with an intense feeling of mania, elation, she begins to dance her body for them.

 

 

The girl’s arms lift high above her head, the backs of her hands embracing one another, her hips begin to move seductively, slow, and teasingly.  Her shoulders begin to roll in and out with the motion of her lower body, her head dips back, she looks up, bracelets flicker from the fires, lightly bronzed skin lustrous and soft, glossy pink lips part slightly, deep brown eyes twinkle, she writhes her body, locked within the slave pole, becoming one with it, wriggling erotically, a surge of heat flows billowing through her entire being, sharp, soaring, fire with ice, the muscles in her calves tighten as dainty toes raise and lower in the sand.

 

 

A belt of silverish coins, overlapping and threaded lay entwined upon curvaceous her hips. Even lower, she wears a portion of redsilk gifted to her by her owner which rests wrapped and knotted to the left of an out turned hip, a glimpse of a tempting ass is seen, she begins to wiggle and twist helplessly for the pleasure of men.

 

Her chest rises and falls with movement, low almost silent whimpering sounds of joy and euphoria slip from her vocal chords, she’s locked, trapped, held captive in complete bondage, confined within the ecstatic pleasures of her own mind. she gives in, her arms come down to slide long fingers through a messy chestnut mane of loose ringlets, lifting the curls up just to let them cascade again, a small rain, down the back of her neck, head bobbing from left to right, a thumb kisses the letters GCI embedded in the locked collar she wears, tannish arms lower even more to touch the softness of her belly, she yields, conforms. she moans, a nail moves lower grazing a firey navel, her body quivers with need. she trembles to the touch of her own finger tips, the ever soft graze upon tender aching flesh. Hips undulating, whirling motions, overwhelmed with yearning, her hands criss cross her body, her body sways, nails digging deep into her sides. she wonders how she could let herself go so freely, how she can wriggle as if a wanton slut. she looks up startled! They’ve been watching!. she cries out!  An aroused sigh wails from her breath as she melts quickly to her knees, crawling along the warmed stones, kissing them, placing kisses upon the stones the men have tread, she hopes she has been a pleasant sight, she hopes she was easy on the eyes of the free……she can hope.

 

 

she breathes in deeply, golden skin glistening and moist, tender buds brush the surface, her heart quickens as she approaches.  The acquiescent slave lifts exotic almond shaped eyes before looking down, the fluttering in her belly heightens.

 

 

The girl lays forward between supple, sensitive, widely spread molten thighs, arms outstretched above her head to cross at the wrists, forehead grazing the tiles, she bellies nearer, a tantalizing ass in the air, she slithers closer on her elbows, wantonly, brazenly. Sultry amethyst lips pucker out to lay warm kisses upon each of his boots before coming to rest in the center of both, head lowered in obeisance, she smiles, awaiting the next command.

 

 

©2005  Twinkle W.V.  All right reserved.

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  1. “She lowers her arm to be even with the other, her hands at her sides, curling behind to rake against lush suppleness, the backs of her hands resting flat, pearl colored nails scrape forward, her legs buckle. girl’s heart begins to beat more rapidly, she becomes entranced looking around, Ah! she whimpers, almost silently. she notices the musicians settling in a dimly lit corner of the home, beginning to ready themselves. The tharlarion oil lamps were dim. She heard guests being served, laughter! Her knees weaken as she steps into the sand pit.”
    How much is it true?

    Comment by cilate — December 16, 2010 @ 1:02 am | Reply


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