Post by Urik on Oct 22, 2009 16:45:01 GMT -8
( WIP-sorry I haven't typed of much of it so far and forgive the jumbledness I haven't had the time to organize the story and I'm too damn lazy to do that. I'll toss more on here when I get to it. Until then.)
A scream of what could only be the result of pleasure echoed throughout the forests living expanse, breaking what silence there was to be had on the moonless night. A tangled jumble of sweat drenched legs clung tightly to the body which held it's own pressed firmly to the nail scraped tree. The thumping pressure of a bird of prey's wings could be heard as it took off in chase of it's next hunt. One could only assume it had been admiring the show. As the wing beat echoes died the heavy panting became more evident as their creators breathed out the salty air that stained their lungs, expressing the stress that ebbed from their mix of tan and milky flesh. It could not be promised that no one had heard them but it was a definite that no one would see them, even as they slid apart. A pair of dainty, tan, feet that had been once bunched tightly in orgasm now hit the ground, releasing the heat of their lovers waist to the cool, leaf drenched, forest floor.
For what seemed like hours, although only seconds, there was a silence so stilled between the two that the remnants of their love making could be heard dripping against the once living tree ornaments that now lay orange against the ground. ON any other night one could see the heat steaming from their torsos but in the pitch darkness it could only be felt. Even as the cool breeze toyed between the trees the two were warm with each others heat. They would be the only things that could keep each other warm for the moment as once tailored and handmade clothing now lay astrew across the forest floor only to be found once the sun gave light to the sky overhead once more.
Whispered words, only meant for lovers ears, gave push to the silence. Words of wooing and devotion spoken without a care to the consequences. No one could recollect what those words were if asked now, no one alive at least, but the stir of flirtatious giggles they received in response from the slender woman they were directed to could only leave one guessing.
Broad hands brushed back Auburn strands of slinky hair, tousled from earlier sexual exercise. There was love in those gentle touches. With the size and shape of those brutesome digits damage could easily be done to the one their careful caresses were addressed to. Yet instead those fingertips adored every strand and slowly found a way to the pursed and kiss swollen lips of a gypsy woman who teasingly bit a digit before, almost apologetically, placing a doting kiss on the exact same area of which she only a second before offended.
~She could feel his fingertips trail from the hair that clung to her nape down to her lips which throbbed from earlier heated kisses. Every moment that his hands remained connected to her all too willing flesh was akin to the most pleasurable torture she could imagine. She had known that this relationship would not last and almost in anger at him for making her feel such a way about him she parted her lips to nip at his finger. When the damaged digit did not pull away a kiss of apology was given. How could she ever think of hurting this man, the one who made love to her with such passion that if she was not still sore she would continue to ride his hips a thousand times over. Insatiable desire could not even begin to describe her yearning for this fair skinned man who yet having all the riches one could imagine chose to love her, a meager gypsy woman. [/font][/i]~
[Now we know where Zoli gets her love for Sex from. XD]
A scream of what could only be the result of pleasure echoed throughout the forests living expanse, breaking what silence there was to be had on the moonless night. A tangled jumble of sweat drenched legs clung tightly to the body which held it's own pressed firmly to the nail scraped tree. The thumping pressure of a bird of prey's wings could be heard as it took off in chase of it's next hunt. One could only assume it had been admiring the show. As the wing beat echoes died the heavy panting became more evident as their creators breathed out the salty air that stained their lungs, expressing the stress that ebbed from their mix of tan and milky flesh. It could not be promised that no one had heard them but it was a definite that no one would see them, even as they slid apart. A pair of dainty, tan, feet that had been once bunched tightly in orgasm now hit the ground, releasing the heat of their lovers waist to the cool, leaf drenched, forest floor.
For what seemed like hours, although only seconds, there was a silence so stilled between the two that the remnants of their love making could be heard dripping against the once living tree ornaments that now lay orange against the ground. ON any other night one could see the heat steaming from their torsos but in the pitch darkness it could only be felt. Even as the cool breeze toyed between the trees the two were warm with each others heat. They would be the only things that could keep each other warm for the moment as once tailored and handmade clothing now lay astrew across the forest floor only to be found once the sun gave light to the sky overhead once more.
Whispered words, only meant for lovers ears, gave push to the silence. Words of wooing and devotion spoken without a care to the consequences. No one could recollect what those words were if asked now, no one alive at least, but the stir of flirtatious giggles they received in response from the slender woman they were directed to could only leave one guessing.
Broad hands brushed back Auburn strands of slinky hair, tousled from earlier sexual exercise. There was love in those gentle touches. With the size and shape of those brutesome digits damage could easily be done to the one their careful caresses were addressed to. Yet instead those fingertips adored every strand and slowly found a way to the pursed and kiss swollen lips of a gypsy woman who teasingly bit a digit before, almost apologetically, placing a doting kiss on the exact same area of which she only a second before offended.
~She could feel his fingertips trail from the hair that clung to her nape down to her lips which throbbed from earlier heated kisses. Every moment that his hands remained connected to her all too willing flesh was akin to the most pleasurable torture she could imagine. She had known that this relationship would not last and almost in anger at him for making her feel such a way about him she parted her lips to nip at his finger. When the damaged digit did not pull away a kiss of apology was given. How could she ever think of hurting this man, the one who made love to her with such passion that if she was not still sore she would continue to ride his hips a thousand times over. Insatiable desire could not even begin to describe her yearning for this fair skinned man who yet having all the riches one could imagine chose to love her, a meager gypsy woman. [/font][/i]~
[Now we know where Zoli gets her love for Sex from. XD]
