Yeishia's Bedroom - Located in The Vassal Academy Club - By invitation only please!

[Veroe]

The strawberry kiss gave me a dilemma. To lift up or let it be. And this was what I had wanted her to do. Just be. Be in the moment. Leave the outside outside, the past the future leave all your plans and worries outside.

Here she was putting the same challenge to me, and I'd like to think I rose to meet it.

My free hand cradled the back of her head helping to maintain the kiss as our tongues dueled and danced and fought in a berry infused food fight. My passion for this woman was swelling up in me, and I was sincerely considering jumping ahead to the really really fun part of my plans for her, but she pulled away at last.

I gazed into her eyes as she licked up the juice of the strawberry on her lips. Then she licked the juice off my lips.

"Do you have a banana hidden somewhere perhaps," She asked in a sexy voice husky with arousal. God I wanted this beautiful woman.

To her words I laugh. "There's one not too far from your head right now." I roll my eyes and chuckle at the adolescent quip, "But don't worry you'll get to sample it a little later."

I lifted the cherry and place between my teeth. "Be careful with the pit with this one Yeishia."

My head lowers and once again the process is slow and agonizing, but finally the cherry sits upon the part of her lips like the strawberry before it.

 

[yeishia]

I giggled at his response to my banana comment knowing full well where the iliciy fruit was hidden. The bad girl in me pressed the back of her head into his lap shifting slightly as if to get comfortable. My eyes remained fixed on the milk chocolate of his, eyes that one could luxuriate in, I happily watched them dilate in response to my tormenting motions.

A thick plump cherry...I smiled softly as he lowered it close to my lips. The heat deep in my own belly was building and I squirmed dearly wishing that someones fingers, someones lips were...I banished the heady thought as I tended to the fruit.

Gently this time I placed small soft kisses around its perimeter Veroe's lips tasted slightly salty slightly, sweet from the strawberry before, I moaned against his lips my need growing. I licked the cherry before beginning to nibble at the ripe fruit. I nibbled at the fruit and nibbled at his lower lip alternating between the two..."mmmmm," utterly delicious they both were.

Wickedly I extracted the steam; holding it between my teeth I glanced up at him before trailing it across is upper lip and down across the flesh of his lower one. Berry juice was seeping from the half eaten berry. I let go of the stem and slowly lapped it up from his lips and chin my motions deliberately evocative.

I could smell our combined arousal... that together with sound of his accelerated heart beat and hard pillow on which my head was resting was a powerful aphrodisiac in and of itself even with out the potent berry or the tiny hairs standing to attention across the back of my slender neck.

A veritable garden of Eden to perhaps explore...

My tongue and teeth began to carefully extract the pit with the precision of a well trained surgeon until I was able to finally suck it free. It too was dropped with little regard for where it landed. I sucked gently on his lower lip forcing him to relinquish the rest of the cherry into my greedy mouth.

Eyes smiling I returned my lips to his and shared the sinful fruit with him as his arms steadied my head one more my eyes fluttered closed and I became utterly lost in the exquisite moment. God this man knew how to kiss!

I simply couldn't help myself I captured his tongue and began to suck and stroke its delicious meaty length moaning his name over and over. I wanted his tongue needed his manhood buried deep with in me. My fingers clenched deep into the soft satin sheets as I fought to hold my position.

I was becoming a white hot puddle of need, I feared that I would simply sizzle and die in this mans lap.

 

[yeishia]

Of course our real lives had intervened and the night which had been filled with promise had abruptly ended. Lord knows when our schedules would mesh again. I smiled sadly as my companion faded into his real world once more.

Some things were simply not meant to be. I was a fool for believing otherwise. Fate perhaps had intervened.

I cleared away the food debris from my bed and made my way to the bathroom where after unloosening my hair I stood staring at my reflection for several long moments.

My favorite dress was probably ruined berry stains ran prominently from the neckline almost to my belly button, sighing I allowed it to pool at my feet before throwing it into the laundry. My bra and panties followed.

Straightening up my eyes widened, there was the errant cherry pit I had discarded embedded in the soft flesh of my left breast. It looked for all the world like a small puncture wound, almost as if an arrow had pierced my wayward heart.

I watched it in the mirror my eyes filling with pain, what had I been thinking...

Gently I removed the small stone placing it carefully on the side of the sink. I would have it made into a pendant, a potent reminder to remain true to who I was and the one I loved...there could be no other.

I continued to stare at the small mark left behind knowing instinctively that it would leave a bruise.

Branded!

Turning from the fanciful thought I turned on the shower until it was hot before stepping beneath its punishing spray, allowing it to cascade freely over my nude form. Eyes closed I picked up the soap and began to erase the evening from my traitorous body.

It wasn't long before my tears joined the soapy suds as they fell headlong into oblivion down the drain...

 

[LucianDevine]

Power of the Rose

Though I had not known it's exact location, a mysterious force draws me to the door. At first I hadn't even realized the desire that brought the journey forth, as I stand before your door, and lift my shaking hand to knock upon it, my other hand grips something that I know you will recognize, if you feel me worthy of your attentions once more, a perfectly shaped white rose with but a single thorn.

I force my shaking hand forward to knock on your door, three times total, the first assuredly too soft to be heard, the second barely louder. Only the third is loud enough for my satisfaction. After my knock, I take a step back and wait, bowing my head in the hopes that my posture will reflect the apology that is on my lips, an apology long-since owed but never spoken.

 

[yeishia]

Forgiving others is easy for me forgiving myself is an almost impossible feat...

Eye pressed to the peephole I drink in the unexpected sight of Lucian.

Trembling hands pressed to the heavy door, my soft cheek resting gently on its surface I breathe in the essence I have never forgotten.

A soft tear falls unheeded as memories come flooding back. I want nothing more than to invite you in and hold you in my arms but am afraid. I want to tell you that an apology is not necessary it never was.

I understood your mistress was very clear that our friendship was not allowed. It broke my heart to loose you. You belonged to another and truly I was now afraid to cross the line that had been clearly drawn.

It was almost the last day of the year and I was hanging on by a thread.

Through the door I sent my love knowing that I simply wasn't allowed to open it.

"Thank you," I gently whispered.

Withdrawing I curled up on my bed and wept as I stared sightlessly at the magical rose waiting under my own tree. A gift for myself. I would press my thumb to the single torn and evoke a memory or wish for...

I had left such a gift for myself here... in Soll...the China Pearl and back at Serendipity. I wasn't greedy just confused, sad, lost adrift...searching for something as yet undefined.

I had received one material gift this year here on Lit. Amc had surprised and delighted me.Wonderful as it had been it had been eclipsed by more potent gifts.

The Gifts given from my own heart had yielded totally unexpected results. Apologies had been made to me, friendships perhaps given a chance to bloom again. I had unexpectedly been blessed in this way this Christmas. I had been overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of it all.

Still I was afraid to hope...

Nothing lasted here, I was not sure if anything was real here at all. None of us truly existed in this fantasy realm I supposed.

 

[LucianDevine]

How long I wait, I am not quite sure. My eyes stare intently at the door, almost willing it to open, and my ears are tuned, trying desperately to hear the sounds of your approach. Even when I do think I hear your approach though, and maybe a whispered word or two, the sounds are gone as quickly as they appeared, leaving me to wonder if they were real at all.

I wait as long as I possibly can, until my legs start to grow weak, and my eyelids start to droop. As I feel my body start to sag to the floor, I push myself away from the wall and towards the door that has been my only interest this entire time. I swallow hard as I lift my trembling hand to the doorknob. I try to turn it, wholly expecting the door to be locked, and I can't help but be surprised when I feel the knob yield to my ministration.

I hesitate the moment the knob starts to turn, fearing repercussions for entering without permission. In the end though, I push further, feeling that even now I have come too far to turn back. With each moment, I push the door a little farther open, expecting you to either slam it in my face or pull it open and shout at me. Much to my surprise though, neither of these things happen.

I step slowly across the threshold, my eyes moving instinctively to where you lay on the bed. I quietly close the door behind me and slip my shoes off. Leaving my shoes by the door, I head towards your bed, making only the briefest of stops by your tree to lay my rose beneath it, a gift to someone who might need it's magic more than I did.

With all the care in the world, I ease myself onto your bed and crawl towards you, still unsure of what kind of welcome I will receive. Your back is still turned, and I am conscious of the potential physical boundaries that you might want. So rather than spoon to you, I lay beside you, close enough that I am certain you will know I am there. If not though, the hand that I lift to slowly stroke your hair and rub your back will likely do the trick.

 

[yeishia]

My sobbing finally abated I reached out to place my rose back reluctantly beneath the tree once more. Turning resolutely away from its very sight I curled up into a ball preferring my memories to the place I now found myself.

Lucian would return to his world and I would remain in mine...

So lost was I that I did not hear him enter nor his stealthy approach to my bed. The weight pressed gently upon it. The body lain close to mine entered my dream like state and I found myself finally relaxing.

I was the warmth of his hand on my back, his gentle fingers stroking my long hair that brought reality back into focus. I would have preferred it to remain a dream for I would have easily turned into his arms seeking solace there.

A familiar response in a past long gone.

Could one rebuild? I fervently hoped so.

"Lucian..." I whispered his name like a soft caress as I moved backwards ever so subtly to close the small gap between us.

 

[LucianDevine]

A small smile creeps to my lips as I feel you relax beneath my fingers.

Even when I hear my name though, in a whisper that is just barely audible, I don't close the distance between us. No, I keep stroking your hair and rubbing your back until I feel you move, that slight, almost undetectable shift that is betrayed only by the feel of your body pressing against mine.

My hand shifts with your movement, first drawing your hair back, exposing the curve of your neck, and then dropping down to wrap around your waist and hold you against me.

"In the flesh my dear." I whisper softly against your ear, almost as though the atmosphere that surrounded us might shatter if we spoke any louder.

 

[yeishia]

For how long I do not really know I lie there simply enjoying the closeness, afraid to move and find that his return simply to be part of some orphaned wayward dream...

Slowly I turn in within the circle of his arm my eyes finding the chocolate brown of his...searching, wondering.

Gently I finally ease away. Distance is needed. I will not encroach upon another's property. I know that he has returned to this realm with his real life other.

"Why are you here Tony? I ask gently my voice barely above a whisper. The eyes searching his are perplexed, confused and quietly hopeful.

"What do you want need of me. You know that I will always be there for you if I can."

As I say the words my eyes cloud over and I blush slightly knowing that at the moment I can barely help myself let alone the once-upon-a-time friend of my heart and soul...

 

[yeishia]

I had awoken to find myself alone the only evidence of my dream a small blood stain on the silken pillow and a blood red rose. 'Twas another precious memory put to rest. I stretched smiling softly as a favorite passage came to mind...

~ There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven ~

A time to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.

A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.

A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away.

A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak.

A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15, A Time for Everything



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I had forgiven freely as I always tried to do.There was no time for pain in my life right now. I was fully healed and wanted to remain that way. I very much wanted peace. Sleepily I arose and wandered to the bathroom dropping the rose into the trash can as I went. The Vassal staff would clean the room will I was bathing.

This was a new day filled with infinite possibilities and I found myself eager to embrace them...

 

[yeishia]

This is for you my Raven...

“I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side
I guess it's going to break me down, Like falling when you try to fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye”
― Carrie Underwood​

Welcome to my bedroom, my private playground, a place to forget whom you are or from whence you came...

Our mutual pleasure will be our only goal inside these walls!

By invitation only!

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My Doorway

Do not enter greedily.
I am not ready
To entrust you yet
With my secret.

Place your fingers around my knob,
But dare not come inside to rob.
Slowly trace, along my crevice slide,
But do not spread me open wide.

First press yourself against me gently,
Listen for a sign of entry.
I will tell you when it's time,
With the rhythm of my rhyme.

Until then linger without a sound,
Imagination keeping you around,
As I ignite you with my tongue,
Whispering ancient tunes unsung.

And when my resistance wearing thin,
Aches enough to let you in,
Tired of taunting drop by drop,
I'll beg you in to never stop.

Shelly Martin


Smiling softly I find that I am happy to be home. The past had made me the woman I now was..I simply adored her, warts and all!


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Looking around I found that I still loved my bedroom, the huge king size plus bed dominated the room,the walls were lined with antique golden draperies save for the wall facing the bed upon which a single oil painting dominated,"Erotic Thoughts" by Antolyy Demenko. If I could paint a self portrait she would be I, except of course for the length of her hair, for mine falls past my waist...

."Erotic Thoughts" by Antolyy Demenko


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My bed in fact my room, has some very special features not apparent to the casual observer...4 huge ornate brass rings were attached to the bed's four corners, they looked decorative lying there, seemingly innocuous pieces of the beds decor...however they served a very naughty purpose.

Smiling for a moment I lounged back on the pillows enjoying my bed's decadent comfort while gazing at the ceiling; this feature I was very proud of. The whole ceiling was holographic, and with a gentle whispered command it would do my bidding changing into whatever my hearts desire would wish it to be. "Starry night." I whisper.... watching it and the rooms lighting change as if by magic. Within milliseconds I was staring up at the sky entranced. * I giggled remembering its inception many years ago.*

I was still amazed, ofttimes back then I had felt as if my very room was a living breathing entity. Each detailed subtle nuance of thought, along with the clever lighting bathed and encompassed every facet of the room, thereby creating an evocative, dangerous or even playful mood depending on the scene I choose.

I could even preset it to include suitable mood enhancing music and I often did back then... I did and still do believe that music is indeed the food of love, together with poetry, message, the kiss of a well placed whip..... well the list for me is endless!

I am still even to this day mesmerized with the shear wonder and joy of it!

Whispering once again"Bedroom" and we were back to normal, mmm nothing is ever truly as it seems... I giggle turning to my toy boxes which reside one on either side of the bed. The one on the right is for my toys and the one on the left is for my play clothes. What makes them special? well let me show you once again. I open my toy box and peer inside. closing my eyes I visualize an 8 inch pink dildo and a pair of very sexy matching handcuffs. Reaching in I pull the items from the chest...

I love my toy boxes still for they can give me all that my hearts desires!

Both boxes are magical producing whatever is needed by the person who opens them; the only limits are the imagination of the one who is searching!

"I warn you, as always they will not produce anything that has been restricted by my hard limits," often the boxes are aware of them even before I have set them.

I had made several additions since then; A luxurious bathroom, small dining nook, a fireplace and most special of all a small and very naughty alcove.

I am on still on a journey.....discovering who I am and so this as a comfort to me. Nothing has changed in that regard I think as I gaze around the room I had missed so very much.

I was finely ready to share my private space with another. I had given him his own golden Key

My dearest Raven ,

When the time comes that you have need of me,
be you near or far whisper the words 'Que Sara Sara'

Hold to your heart my golden key
and it will bring you close to me!

Yeishia
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[Raven_Timothy]

With an invitation like that, what if I never want to leave? Think to myself. Grasping the golden key I ask myself go the three dozenth time am I sure I'm not being greedy? Self serving, yes. But that service is part of my need, mutual pleasure. Yes I need, but just as much I need to bring her pleasures on many different levels. I need for her to know that she is cherished. Warts and all. I smile to myself at that last part.

And with singular focus I invoke her magic que Sara Sara.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

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[Raven_Timothy]

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[yeishia]

I slipped quietly back home sad to see that I had missed my Raven's visit.

He had been up to no good in my absence thinking wicked thoughts, plotting and planning.

I moved to the freestanding mirror imagining him behind me holding me close.

I smiled into his eyes captured in the mirror happy that he had finally chosen a slower approach. My eyes lit up as iI envisioned a slow seduction of the mind and body. My supple body pressed back into his, my senses heightening as I felt his hard body pressed against my soft curves....

That's a vivid imagination you have their yeishia, I scolded myself reluctantly banishing the fevered image as I stepped back surveying the room once. Lord how i missed him at times like this.

I would set up a romantic dinner for two before the cozy fire place as soon as my real world freed me from its clutches. I would lure him here and never let him go!

I laid a red rose on the pillow where he would find it upon his return before slipping back into my real world once more...

 

[Raven_Timothy]

This was a exercise Nymph and wolf. She slips out I slip in, I slide out she slides in. The near misses are torment, but I have to care very deeply for it to bother me...

Because its how my mind works I walk to the mirror. Looking in to its depths to try to see things she would have seen. I could I guess enchant the mirror to show me... No! I have a better idea. With a feather and a little old Latin poof. Now I can send her a massage via mirror when ever we have a near miss like this one.

So what should I start with? I've got it. I stand in front of the mirror slowly checking the aria to see exactly where she stands. Then place myself one half step behind that spot. There, this would be close enough to be holding her if she were here. I hold my arms up where one would be around her waste and one around her shoulders. Slowly I lean my head forward and give a soft kiss to the air where her cheek would be. Then slowly move my arm from her shoulders to softly touch where her throat would be, traveling the contours of her neck. Then slowly draw my fingers straight down along the curves of her neck, her chest, her stomach, down to her pelvic center right in the middle of her hips. Ever so slowly I drag my finger tips over her hip and to her side. With both hands around he waste I give a soft squeeze. The thoughts of actually being able to do this with her caused a violent shutter. Then I fade the image out.

Now if she stand in the right spot she will see the message I sent... Quickly I kneel down and trace where her feet were with a red crayon. In the prints I write (stand)(here) that should work well enough.

I know my time is short but I have one last thing to do. By the bed I pick up the rose. Pulling a single petal and stuff it away. Then kiss the rose and lay it carefully back down...