Isis Playground ~ By Yeishia & Scarlet ~ Invitation only!

[yeishia]

I blush at her praise, wondering which yeishia I shall be playing with; the sensual submissive or the voracious dominant. Her bite on my lip is stimulating but gentle, giving nothing away about her intentions for this encounter. I arch against her, trailing a line of fire from her lips and jaw to her succulent earlobe. I nibble on it lightly, curious to see how she responds.

I had deserted Isis for far to long, but today its tranquility had called to me. I entered and placed some flowers on the alter to my beautiful Goddess. "Forgive me my tardiness," I whispered into the stillness.

Slowly I glided to my alcove and sat down on the bed remembering the last time I had been there. Closing my eyes I could feel her body melded with mine and the sensations her nibbling had produced in me. my breath caught in my throat once again and I laid back on the bed remembering her sweet scent the pain in my heart palpable in its intensity.

I still was at a total loss as to the why of it, I had watched her fade from my very eyes; eyes filled with hurt and confusion magnified a thousand fold as the anklet she had given me faded also. I had lain atop of her imprint my face buried in her smell for what seemed an eternity, bereft, heartsick, confused and so very lonely.

Time heals all wounds, a trite cliché and so blatantly untrue. All it does is allows scabs to form and if one is lucky the superficial scars eventually fade to nothing.

The hurt remains, I had many such hurts buried deep within my psyche.

Still life goes on and so would I. Feeling healthy again had helped me keep my perspective, some relationships were not destined to be, and I did not fit into her world , I had known at that from the beginning.

yet...she called to me still.....

"Silly girl ," I chided myself getting up and wandering back into Isis proper. I wondered if it would remain empty forever becoming a shrine simply for my troubled wayward thoughts.

No matter, it was a beautiful shrine I had worked so hard to create it's ethereal beauty.

I slipped my toga from my sensuous form and slipped into the warm waters surrounding the fountain. Closing my eyes I let its heat envelope me like a gentle lover. "Mmmm so nice ."

I drifted away one with my memories, many wonderful ones, few regrets..........

 

[scarletnym]

Appearing once more in the silent room, my footsteps unheard as I make my way across the floor. My heart aches as the scents of the past fill me, both loving and cursing the enhanced senses of my new life. I trail my fingers along the decorations, each one so lovingly placed by my long ago sister and myself.

I slip quietly into my alcove and find it bare and lonely. My eyes water as I slip onto the single cushion remaining. I'll never know the reasons why things have changed nor why I could not stop them. It's as if Isis taunts me, echoes of past couplings floating through the air. I sigh softly, letting my eyes close, my mind drifting, trying hard to reconnect.

 

[yeishia]

My essence picks up the scent of a certain someone.

Loved still to this day , the sister of my heart my very soul.

She evolved I was left behind,

I love my Scarlet still...

 

[yeishia]

I slip into Isis feeling the soft material of my toga float around my long legs.

Pausing to leave some spring flowers as a homage to Isis i make my way to Scarlet's Alcove to find the rose I had left her still resting in the middle of her pillow.

I no longer bothered to read many of the lounge threads and so I had almost missed her birthday this year.

Carefully I lay out some gifts I hope she will like.



A Scarlet Baroque Dress

and a few accessories

The ring was inscribed with a special message


Lastly I left a small card resting against the pillow

Trailing my fingers lovingly across her pillow I brought them to my nose.
I could still smell her gentle fragrance, smiling my day suddenly brighter I made my way back into the real world.​

 

[scarletnym]

Entering after so long, the familiar feel of the soft fabric against my skin feels so freeing. A single tear slips out as I make my way through what I once called my sanctuary. I had meant to return earlier but it was not meant to be. When I enter my Alcove, I see the rose first and smile, knowing who left it.

I smile softly at the dress, my eyes finding the shoes, a similar stone found on my collar. Times have certainly changed and I think back to when things were different.

I sigh, before slipping down onto the pillows, curling up to rest