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       Euro - Vernal Equinox - Gorean New Year - Day one. tara's dance 
        - an exquisite dance of need
       By: Randolph Date: March 21, 2025, 6:13 am
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       Euro - Vernal Equinox - Gorean New Year - Day one.
       tara's dance  - an exquisite dance of need
       hearing the call for a dance, and with permission granted
       tara rose quietly to her feet from her kneel at the feet of
       Master Venator
       her head was held proud and high, yet her neck was bare
       the slave was soft, helpless, beautiful
       She moved like a whisper of silk in the cool night air
       her every step was an invitation to a secret world held deeply
       within her slave heart
       Like a dark, moonlit night, her eyes of brown held secrets of
       her past that hid her fear and sadness
       she had been expelled from her home, abandoned,
       and left to fend for herself in treacherous Port Kar
       her heart shattered, her life trampled, and she was no longer
       able to trust.
       this girl was left feeling indifferent to the needs of Men;
       and she despaired that she had nothing left to give,
       
       she is shaking, shivering, her arms wrapped about herself as if
       to keep the growing chill she feels within from taking over,
       could her desire to please be lost forever?
       determined to show her worth, she stepped lightly onto the sands
       of the dance pit
       the fire reflects its warm light casting a golden glow over her
       the girl bewitching as she wore a diaphanous, red-silk, banded
       chalwar,
       which lay sinfully low on her seductive hips and gathered at her
       slim ankles;
       her tiny waist was bare, but above, she wore a matching, tightly
       fitting vest
       designed to display and invite attention to her perky, luscious
       breasts,
       golden dance cuffs on each arm, two golden bangles on her left
       ankle
       nervously tara sinks into the sand, lifting her arms to arch
       over her head,
       the backs of each hand pressed tenderly against one another,
       palms facing outward,
       her right leg slightly forward, and her knee flexed gently as
       she lifts on her toes
       Waves of smooth chestnut curls tumble over her slender shoulders
       like a raging torrent of water, her face is framed as she waits
       for the music to begin.
       her mind racing
       tara gives her finger cymbals a little shake and wills herself
       to smile a bit as the kalika begins to strum lightly.
       her pretty head is cocked slightly to the left, listening as the
       slow sensuous beat wisps around her.
       closing her eyes for an ehn as she begins to move,
       small hands pressed together under her chin. the kalika solitary
       just like tara,
       her hand inches down from her chin to her bare neck
       sliding her head back and forth in a fluid motion,
       she opens her dark eyes the color of a chestnut, a symbol of
       strength and resilience
       and begin to smolder as the music caresses her slender form with
       its lyrical sultry notes.
       the other musicians now joining in
       the urgent beat of the kaska an exact match to her heart
       as her needs begin to awaken, tara flutters her hands down to
       her rounded hips
       she begins to move her firm breasts right and then left in time
       to the hypnotizing music,
       her chest the only part of her moving as her hips and shoulders
       remain perfectly still.
       she presses ripe mounds forward and back, then in a smooth
       circle, first to the right and then to the left
       tara feels the movement of her chest spread throughout her
       slender form as the music increases in tempo.
       she sways her shapely hips in a figure eight,
       her petite form moving sinuously, sensually, to the music
       slender arms snake out from her body as she begins to add her
       own beat with finger cymbals.
       alive in her need and sexuality she surrenders to the music and
       allows it to wash over her.
       her hips sway faster for an ehn,
       then she tightens her body and seems to stand still. her entire
       body shimmers with the nectar to her need
       she smiles seductively, shifting from the tight shimmy to large
       languid hip rolls.
       clashing cymbals sinfully punctuating the movements of her hips
       tara pivots on the balls of tiny feet as her arms flow upwards,
       slithering gracefully to the beat of the seductive music. she
       snakes her body from her hips to the tips of delicate fingers, a
       liquid ripple of muscles spreading over her sensuous form.
       suddenly, she rips the red chalwar covering from her flesh,
       tossing the torn fabric to the sands
       she opens her arms, her body now completely naked and hungrily
       offering herself those who watch.
       this slave lost in her wanton desire
       turning the corners of her moist ruby lips upward in a sly smile
       as her small feet barely brush the sand, her slender waist
       taunting as she dances
       inviting all eyes to devour her lush form. she absolutely and
       completely yields to her needs
       the music has taken control of her mind and body, freeing her
       soul to fly.
       she looks around pleading with sultry half-closed eyes
       as her body slows with the music, once again her hips are the
       only part of her that moves
       as she draws figure eights in the air, her muscles rolling in an
       almost feline grace.
       breathlessly she lowers herself, slender fingers snaking along
       her thighs as the girl melts to her knees,
       sunkissed thighs softly kissing, tara's hands pressing firmly
       against her burning belly
       rolling to her back, clawing at her thighs and belly as the need
       burned uncontrollably within the slave,
       tears flowing down her cheeks, rocking from side to side
       as her hips lift urgently, arching her back deeply she lifted to
       her knees, hands reaching out, brimming eyes of heated
       chocolate, begging as she crawled slowly forward ~
       thrusting her legs achingly wide in offering, her arms
       outstretched, crying out, relentlessly and shamelessly begging
       to be Masterfully used.
       la kajira
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