Lazorrath
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jan 1, 1970
- Posts
- 366
The idea of bliss is by far an interpretation that spans over thousands of ideas and concepts. As mortals you could never put a cap on the idea of its truth. And millions of people discover that it never settles upon just one, it evolves and changes as time goes by. Such is the way that soul clings to an idea of happiness. And it indeed starts ever so innocent, the smell of a flower on a warm summer day by a flowing meadow. A person puts the flower close hoping to never lose it. They look back to the scenery around them, the trees flowing and dancing with the wind. The sounds of pure nature breathed in deeply. You can taste it, smell it, hear it; and it never fades.
The person hears footsteps approaching, light footsteps behind them. They are no invader, intruder or sign of trouble. You feel that person wrap they're arms around your neck; a soft kiss placed upon your cheek. A flutter of the heart as you reach up to feel the skin of the one holding you. Your hand grazing the soft skin of their cheek. An eternity could be forever had in that one moment. Well...at least for some.
Some though bliss is to be had in a sudden and ravenous moment. Where you will lose touch with the world around you. Just to feel that skin against you. To feel that will bend to you for that single moment of power. Instead of a delicate touch of the cheek you grab that hair and turn your head to have your lips take the taste of them. A soft delicate kiss turns to passionate pressing lips that feel a desire no...a need. You push that delicate flesh to the ground and you lips travel to their neck. No longer do you kiss, you graze your teeth against it. You bite and suckle upon their neck; you want to leave a mark for them and the world to know that they belong to you.
"Interpretation...is a powerful thing." Spoke a creature who had seen so many interpretation os the word bliss that he could fill a library with its own room. Though he stood in no library; tonight he stood in a small room that was barely lit with its own light; and a cigarette to his lips. Jade pupils stared upon a moment of bliss, he sat in a leather chair wearing long black jeans and a button up crimson shirt made of fine silk. He sat cross legged wearing a pair of fine black leather boots. Long flowing red hair flowed from his head at the moment in a simple pony tail; if he stood he would be of at least six feet if not a little taller. As he breathed in another drag from his cigarette, the flash revealed sharp features with a gaunt face and defined chin.
As he let the smoke slowly pass his lips he stared upon a form of bliss in the form of flesh. Before him on a large plush bed with satin red sheet were two mortals in the throes of lust. On her hands and knees a woman of 21 with bountiful swinging breast, soft pink nipples and olive tan skin. Her voice no longer held restraint as her angelic like voice cried out. As her body moved her long black hair danced along side her breast. Her hands gripping the bed sheet, as she opened her eyes to looked back to her lover mouthing words she could barely speak. She looked back to a man of a cut form gripping her hips, practically digging into her delicate flesh. Her heart shaped ass bounced to the hips of the stallion behind her. The man could not have been much older then her with short blond hair a look of confidence in his face.
A single moment of eye contact and he picked up his pace; the force caused her to look back down between her legs to see the long thick cock pulling apart her shaved lips...her nectar dripping down her thighs. He was so deep within her she could barely rationalize the thought and soon there was no thought as he drove her hips back faster to meet his pace. She could feel her climax building all the faster.
The creature calmly sat watching the two of them, if you knew know better you might have said he was bored. From his jade eyes though he saw so much more; pouring from them was an energy that few could understand ever existed. These two mortals in all the throes of fucking producing so much in sparking embers that flowed from them to the creature. When their pace began to build, the creature smiled a wide grin.
"There you go...think of nothing except of what burns inside of you. Embrace it and harness it. All there is her dripping sex for you. Look at that power you have for her." He spoke with no true audience, at least for what these lovers knew. From their world it was only them. The creature could have shouted and danced...they would seen nothing. Though he was here and if there was anyone in this room with control; it was him.
Soon the creature was no longer in his chair, but instead stood beside the woman letting his hands go through her long black hair. Her eyes opened but a moment as she felt such an intensity her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head. "This moment is your bliss...take it and be taken."
Without a second thought she responded to a person she didn't even know was there. "Yes...fuck me...take me...oh god yes!" The flaring red embers of their lust began to swirl around the creature as he took in a deep breath. A sigh leaving his lips, and the grin never leaving. He would take...oh yes.
Lucius would not be denied this precious powerful energy as he brought the cigarette to his lips. Her hips began to buck back and her ass bounced of the hips of the man giving her so much pleasure. Her body began to shudder violently and her face collapsed to the mattress; screaming her lungs out. The man groaning behind her as he began to fill her; her juicy tight cunt over flowing with his cum. As soon as they stopped the creature began to walk to the door but before he ever reached it he simply disappeared into ashes. Truly in physical form he was never there.
Two floors down in massive dance floor teeming with lights and bodies sat the creature who controlled one of the hottest night life clubs in the city of New York. The Garden as it was called. He sat at the bar with a glass of scotch in his hands. His smile only growing more as the music pumped and thumped the night away...as well a few of the patron's upstairs. In the very center was the dance floor in the center pillar the DJ of the night was pouring his soul into the turn tables.
The creature could only smile at one of his greatest clubs; financially and for his own personal benefit. He had one of seven clubs in the area but this one...was his pride and joy. The one that always seemed to bring the best crowds and he always ensured his patrons had a good time. So was the way of Lucius, a Devil of the flesh and of the bliss
The person hears footsteps approaching, light footsteps behind them. They are no invader, intruder or sign of trouble. You feel that person wrap they're arms around your neck; a soft kiss placed upon your cheek. A flutter of the heart as you reach up to feel the skin of the one holding you. Your hand grazing the soft skin of their cheek. An eternity could be forever had in that one moment. Well...at least for some.
Some though bliss is to be had in a sudden and ravenous moment. Where you will lose touch with the world around you. Just to feel that skin against you. To feel that will bend to you for that single moment of power. Instead of a delicate touch of the cheek you grab that hair and turn your head to have your lips take the taste of them. A soft delicate kiss turns to passionate pressing lips that feel a desire no...a need. You push that delicate flesh to the ground and you lips travel to their neck. No longer do you kiss, you graze your teeth against it. You bite and suckle upon their neck; you want to leave a mark for them and the world to know that they belong to you.
"Interpretation...is a powerful thing." Spoke a creature who had seen so many interpretation os the word bliss that he could fill a library with its own room. Though he stood in no library; tonight he stood in a small room that was barely lit with its own light; and a cigarette to his lips. Jade pupils stared upon a moment of bliss, he sat in a leather chair wearing long black jeans and a button up crimson shirt made of fine silk. He sat cross legged wearing a pair of fine black leather boots. Long flowing red hair flowed from his head at the moment in a simple pony tail; if he stood he would be of at least six feet if not a little taller. As he breathed in another drag from his cigarette, the flash revealed sharp features with a gaunt face and defined chin.
As he let the smoke slowly pass his lips he stared upon a form of bliss in the form of flesh. Before him on a large plush bed with satin red sheet were two mortals in the throes of lust. On her hands and knees a woman of 21 with bountiful swinging breast, soft pink nipples and olive tan skin. Her voice no longer held restraint as her angelic like voice cried out. As her body moved her long black hair danced along side her breast. Her hands gripping the bed sheet, as she opened her eyes to looked back to her lover mouthing words she could barely speak. She looked back to a man of a cut form gripping her hips, practically digging into her delicate flesh. Her heart shaped ass bounced to the hips of the stallion behind her. The man could not have been much older then her with short blond hair a look of confidence in his face.
A single moment of eye contact and he picked up his pace; the force caused her to look back down between her legs to see the long thick cock pulling apart her shaved lips...her nectar dripping down her thighs. He was so deep within her she could barely rationalize the thought and soon there was no thought as he drove her hips back faster to meet his pace. She could feel her climax building all the faster.
The creature calmly sat watching the two of them, if you knew know better you might have said he was bored. From his jade eyes though he saw so much more; pouring from them was an energy that few could understand ever existed. These two mortals in all the throes of fucking producing so much in sparking embers that flowed from them to the creature. When their pace began to build, the creature smiled a wide grin.
"There you go...think of nothing except of what burns inside of you. Embrace it and harness it. All there is her dripping sex for you. Look at that power you have for her." He spoke with no true audience, at least for what these lovers knew. From their world it was only them. The creature could have shouted and danced...they would seen nothing. Though he was here and if there was anyone in this room with control; it was him.
Soon the creature was no longer in his chair, but instead stood beside the woman letting his hands go through her long black hair. Her eyes opened but a moment as she felt such an intensity her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head. "This moment is your bliss...take it and be taken."
Without a second thought she responded to a person she didn't even know was there. "Yes...fuck me...take me...oh god yes!" The flaring red embers of their lust began to swirl around the creature as he took in a deep breath. A sigh leaving his lips, and the grin never leaving. He would take...oh yes.
Lucius would not be denied this precious powerful energy as he brought the cigarette to his lips. Her hips began to buck back and her ass bounced of the hips of the man giving her so much pleasure. Her body began to shudder violently and her face collapsed to the mattress; screaming her lungs out. The man groaning behind her as he began to fill her; her juicy tight cunt over flowing with his cum. As soon as they stopped the creature began to walk to the door but before he ever reached it he simply disappeared into ashes. Truly in physical form he was never there.
Two floors down in massive dance floor teeming with lights and bodies sat the creature who controlled one of the hottest night life clubs in the city of New York. The Garden as it was called. He sat at the bar with a glass of scotch in his hands. His smile only growing more as the music pumped and thumped the night away...as well a few of the patron's upstairs. In the very center was the dance floor in the center pillar the DJ of the night was pouring his soul into the turn tables.
The creature could only smile at one of his greatest clubs; financially and for his own personal benefit. He had one of seven clubs in the area but this one...was his pride and joy. The one that always seemed to bring the best crowds and he always ensured his patrons had a good time. So was the way of Lucius, a Devil of the flesh and of the bliss