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nawty -> Dark Desires (10/2/2005 11:25:07 AM)
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This was a dream I had 4 times over a period of a couple of years. In those years I was embracing the lifestyle,learning all I could, trying to educate myself on the lifestyle and my finding my place in it.
(after finding out I wasnt alone and there were actually others with like minds)
It always was the same every time. I woke up feeling the same everytime - crying, heart pounding, hard to breathe.... Since I have put it to pen, it has not came back to me in slumber. It is certainly impaled in me, in every cell in my body, but yet the ending remains to be realized....
My hope for each and every person that comes here : that life treats Y/you kindly and that you many find the one that takes your breath away and makes all your dreams come true.... Respectfully, nawty
P.S. I do realize that the form and such are not perfect and it has not been edited, but I still wanted to share it...
Dark Desires
The girl finds herself on the steps going down into the coolness. She is naked. She does not know why, but she feels no shame. She gets a feeling, as if something went right through her. Her heart quickens, breaths coming in short gasps. She is almost afraid to make a sound, but she goes forward, downward. An unseen force propels her movement, one-step at a time.
Her eyes open wide-the sapphire orbs framed by dusky lashes search the shadows. Her breasts rising with each ragged breath. She is confused; her fear boils up in her throat. Her body betrays her with hardened nipples, soaked velvet core, the knob of pleasure throbbing, and clammy skin. She clenches and unclenches her hands in a nervous motion as she contines to move downward. Reaching out, she curls her damp fingers around the age worn banister, moving slowly down the smooth stone steps. She is driven ever forward; she does not know why, but she must move ever deeper into the dark recesses of the unknown. The silence enveloping her is deafening.
She feels tiny sweat beads forming on her brow and upper lip. Her hair flows down her body like a blazen curtain of fire covered waves. Tiny tendrils curl around her neck and forehead, the fine sheen of dampness adhering them to her body.
She reaches the bottom of the steps and she sees a door-large, wooden and the color of damp bark that has fallen to the forest floor. The beautifully carved knob is tarnished brass, the patina dulling its former splendor from years of use. She steps toward it. The door looms, calling silently to her. Her mind screams, "stop!" "Run!" Yet the deepest recess of her soul beckons to her to step into the unknown to embrace the darkness on the other side. She has no choice; she has a dark fear. The fear torments and comforts her in the same instant: she cannot refuse this silent lover that calls out to her.
Heart racing, she is afraid to move, to even breath , but reaches to curl her fingers around the old, worn knob and as she grips it, she shivers at the coolness of it under her fingers. It turns without a sound, and she feels the large door turn loose from its latched prison, the weight of it moving forward easily as she pushes on the gateway of no return. Her mouth dry, her eyes wide, she can hear the wild beating of her heart, and she hesitates for one fleeting moment. Raw desire fills her. Her mind whirls with a collage of emotions, but knows she must open it. She has come too far. She must go step inside to see what lies beyond. With a moment of inner strength, she pushes and cracks it open slowly. Her desire is smothering her, calling out to her to step toward whatever it is that has bewitched her to this place.
Immediately, she feels her senses assaulted. The darkness blinds her. The silence is deafening. The smell of ancient soil, dampness, and wood and leather fills her nostrils. She shivers and pools all her strength, stepping into the embrace of the darkness. She knows that she must close that door on her own. She is here because she wants to be. More so, she covets it, yet fears it with every cell in her body. Her mind whirls. She fears she will faint with this overload of emotions and senses. She stops, but only for an instant, she knows that once done there is no turning back. She quickly releases the knob from her grasp. The closing door softly thuds, the sound, forever engraved in her mind.
The shroud of the blackness envelopes her, caresses her nakedness. She moves not a muscle. Every hair on her stands on end. Then, out of the dead silence, she hears His voice-soft as silk yet hard and demanding. The sound reverberating over her flesh, as it strokes her like the hand of a lover. She responds instantly to the power in His words. Her body jerks. She shivers, and she feels the wetness of her dark velvet folds spilling nectar down the insides of her thighs. She inhales deeply. Her scent mixes with those surrounding her and is intoxicated from it all. In a soft hypnotic voice, He commands softly, "Do not say one word. Take fourteen steps straight ahead." She panics. Raw fear, mixed with her primal desires, overwhelms her, consumes her. She wants to run, yet begs silently within to stay. The door is long closed behind her, not sure if she could even find it at this moment in time. With her head held high, and the trace of a soft smile, she gathers her inner light and takes the first step into the darkness of this tomb of her desire...
In the tender embrace of the darkness she moves with a sightless trust, each step taking her deeper into the womb of her secret desires. Each step taking her to the place she belongs , to the natural station of her birth. She steps surely, her bare feet making a soft, barely audiable pattering sound as they touch the smooth coolness of the wooden floor. Her mind and body going thru a barrage of emotions and sensations ... primal lust painted with fear...with a wild beating of her heart the crimson curls tumbling down her, bathing her silky skin, like a wall of fire. She counts silently to herself, 1...2...3...knowing that she will, she must follow His command without fail .....4...5...6....7...
When she moves, the darkness surrounds her like a velvet shroud holding her in its ebony embrace. Her feet moving as if they have followed this path before, seeming familiar like a lovers caress, yet strange , new, exciting. Sure footed she advances one step, then the next..as she comes closer to completing the task He commanded, the steps counted off loud in her head , like the resonating beat of a drum, driving, consuming, demanding. With her task nearing its end, she becomes more diligent, her heart races wildly, . her body shivers deep rooted, the flesh rising , her nipples hardened, becoming puckered nubs, her velvet core slick and aching with deep desire,a unanswered need, she has waited so long,..knowing she is close to the very thing she covets more than her very next breath...Her current mission complete, she takes the last step and waits..the silence surrounding her as loud as a scream.
Suddenly she hears a click and is blinded by the most beautiful surreal blue beam of light. The light surrounds her like the womb of a mother, her trembling , naked flesh is bathed in it, her hair cascading down her body like shimmering ripples, she is consumed by the light that is the color of liquid sky and turquoise sea water..., she feels safe in it , is grateful for it, the light her only companion, save the faceless One in the shadows. She hears the word "kneel", startled by the simplicity and stark implication of a single word.. unsure if it was whispered or imagined , she only knows she must do so without question, without any thought.. The girl wants to cry out "Who is there?" but remembers His command to remain silent .
She sinks to her knees gracefully and sits back on her heels, parting her thighs to hide nothing from Him, the glistening of her core rolling down the flesh of her inner thighs, she is feeling so freed by it all, the bondage of her journey falls away to allow for this very thing she has longed to do, a small gester of honor to One whom she will relinquish her very soul..it shakes her to the core of her being and she bows her head in reverent respect, and furthers such by lowering her eyes. She squares her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes, tipped by hardened nubs adorned by tiny rings, in her belly is a raging fire of deep and foreign pleasure, the beating of her heart so loud in her ears its almost deafening, her skin tickled by the rippling waves of crimson tresses, she places her hands palms up on her thighs , wanting to present with the offering of her very being, her scences are consumed by all that surrounds her. Her entire life has come to this very moment. Every step along the way has led to this one piece of time.
The air is laced with the taste of her fear and excitement, the smell of sex,leather, wood, and the damp earth. Her skin bathed in the blue light and damp coolness. The fire of her desire shades her flesh. She knows she is being watched, from the shadows , she has always waited for Him , many hollow days have past, waiting, She desires Him, needs Him, adores Him, she feels Him layered in her body, in every cell.... With a gentle movement she ever so slightly raises her nose to fill her nostrils with the scent of Him. It is wine to her.
A sound floating behind her pierces the silence and she feels herself jerk. -tap... tap... tap- she hears the sound of the heel of a boot resonating on the wooden planks of the floor. Her heart quickens. Inhaling sharply she imprisions her breath, fearing it will mock and decieve her. The sound of the tapping, cutting thru her like the blade of a knife. Then silence..she strains to listen and then hears the faint sound of controlled breathing coming from the recesses of the darkness, she is bathed with fear and desire. -tap... tap... tap- slowly to her right ..then silence. Again she can hear the slightest swishing sound of breathing, she can detect a masculine scent , mixing with the others that are invading her, like a heady wine intoxicating her.
Her mind is reeling from the avalanche of emotions, the erotic sensations and the fatal kiss of pure desire.The collection of it all, threatens to take her breath away. Again -tap... tap... tap- this time closer to her left, louder, commanding, she feels the tiny, down like hairs rise on the back of her neck and she whimpers ever so softly. Her whimper is answered by a even softer ..."tsk tsk tsk"...her heart lunges for she knows that she has displeased , a tiny flash of death , the pain of knowing it hits her like a slap to her cheek, she feels the swell of tears stinging her eyes and they begin to tumble down her lowered cheek -tap... tap... tap- she hears the boots stop behind her and she dares not move, breath, or make a sound. She is filled with raw fear and pure aching, desire. The glistening dew of her velvet core betrays her silent protests, her velvet dampness not even allowing her the shade of denial.
Silence, death like silence and she trembles and jerks as she feels the wind of His life force on her shoulder. She uncontrolably shakes, fighting to keep her position, she bites hard on her lower lip, sampling the coppery taste of crimson on her tongue she remains unmoved. Suddenly she feel the invasion of a strong , hard grip tangled in her firey tresses, her head being pulled back and soft lips pressing to her ear, warm breath spilling over the her flesh of her neck. She feels as if she shall burst wide open.He curls His fingers around her exposed throat and Remaining silent she feels the strength of Him leaning in behind her, she is drunk with pure core emotions and then she hears His deep breathy whisper, laced with raw, primal desire telling her in her ear ..."you belong to Me, you always have..."
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