QAR: The Cove

[Ysandre]

Strung for Your pleasure,
Available for view
Flushing from every part of me
Sighing out in fear in the firelights glow
Shadows dancing across Your poweful form
Trapped by the chains my body held taut
Trapped by Your eyes, as mine are held caught
The heat from my body covers my thighs
The blush from my skin goes from my toes to my eyes
The feel of Your gaze sends shivers right thru me
As anticipation builds, I stammer out
"What are You going to do to me?"
The spread of My leggs,
The power of Your lips
The sound of Your slap, my gasp against stone walls
Then stripped with the slightest touch of silver
Naked for Your perfect view
The shawl in tatters laying in the sand
My body flushes, my cheeks blush my eyes look down
My heat rises in rebellion, waiting for Your hand

 

[Swashbuckler]

The blade whistles
Once, twice
thrice
ysandre's dress, tattered diced
As the point
Sharp and hot
Sinks
Stabs
The eager sands

Circling her form
Savoring her firelit display
Smoldering in the cave
Fingers
Slap, cup, tighten
A perfect nip
On a perfect teat
Pulling her whole body
Letting her go to begin to swing

Slapping open palm
With a loud shove
Upon her rounded cheek
Lengthening her swing
Watchign the sweet pink
Forming on her ass
From my cruel caress
"Yes, my sweet, my swing,
I like that ass bathed in pink.
Powerful hands
Catching ehr neck
Stopping her momentum
And drawing her ear to my lips
With a kiss, and flicking serpent's tongue
"I think we should start to play"

Gathering a coil of rope
Rough and cold from the pool
Looping it round her neck
Drawing it in circled rigging
To surround her breasts
Crossing its strands
To rub her slit
Back up the crack of her ass
To her shoulders snuggly knotted
A smooth pin, sliding in
Her eager, leaking hole
"Now hold that for my pleasure,
blossum, do not cum,
and do not drop"
I caution slow and cold

Finding another pin
Drawing it from the sand
Testing its sound with my palm
In the shadows of firelight
Smiling cruel
As I send it fast
To set her ass alight

 

[Ysandre]

The sound of Your slaps,
Enflaming my skin
Endulging my heart
Exploring my whims
Sighing out half in fear
Half in pleasure
Loosing myself in our lovers kiss
Drawing in a quick breath
At Your threatening hiss

The rope is so heavenly
Gliding rough along my skin
Open haired fibers slide open my slit
So held, so open, so exposed
Suddenly plugged up
So large, so heavy so filled
Gasping, and sighing
Holding to my bonds now for strength
Supporting my weight,
Stretching me out for Your plate

The sound in the air,
The feel of the pin,
The wood againt skin
The delighful wood sting
My body sighs, gasps, shivers & moans
My ass reddens nicely
The pin rubbing spots deep inside me
With every slap swings

 

[Swashbuckler]

Her cheek
Reddening so
As the pin sends
her swinging fro
Sweeping back
The other cheek
Exposed to slap
The sweet sound
Of wood
Rippling skin
Red mark
Revelaed
In the embers glow
Swinging out
Returning
To meet
Yet,
Another whistling blow

Striping her parted thighs
Glistening with her
In the flickering light
Coaxing the suspended
Pin
To quake and move
In its heavy hang
Between her legs
Excerscising her delicate
Muscles
Training them for
Me

The pin from my hand
Clatters to the floor
As I catch her flaming ass
To once more still the swing
Standing close
I kiss her neck
Thumb and finger
Diving
To pluck at her
Oyster's pearl
A pirated pich
Cruel and hard
"Not yet, my sweeet"
As I roll her
Nerves of desire

 

[Ysandre]

My ass enflamed,
My eyes glazed over
The pin pulling at my nether lips
The sound of the pin hitting the floor
Makes me nearly jump out of my skin
The slickening of my passionate walls
Makes the floor nearly meet my pin
Your body so close
Your lips so divine
Your hand so strong and yet gentle
Soon come to find it's sweet torture
Passion rolled, exposed, pinched plundered & pulled
And all I can do is cry out
OOooooooooooooooo
The passion building
And yet your words
And so passion pushes and fills

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rolling her clit
Reaching down
To push and pull
Upon her pin
Testing her responses
My ears
Catching every moan
Every purr
To hold for ransom
To my pleasure
"Not yet, blossum,
It might get hot
For you if you cum
Before my word"

With that I ram the pin
Home once more
Bringing a well
Sauteed finger
To my lips
"Almost done,
My meal, you are
Truely deliscious"
I say as my teeth
Sink into her neck
Just above the
Rigging's tightness

Stepping away
And cicrling round
My wonderfully helpless
Prize
Pulling my shirt over my head
Shaking my hair free
Of its exerted droplets
Smiling before her eyes
Softly kissing her lips
Pressing my chest against hers
The tieing her eys shut
With the rolled linen of my blouse

Quiet steps
Falling away
Clicking of metal
Drips of water
Roar of the sea

Flat cold
Broad and bold
Is the heavy steel
Sliding up your inner thigh
Dripped and hot
Stinging taught
Is the red wax
Spilling upon a breast

 

[Ysandre]

Tortured slit finally set free
But only to torture the rest of me
Body arching to your lips
The sight before me of Your powerful chest
Sends my heart alight to flutter
And my body drips more wet
Hardened nipples meet Your rugged skin
My eyes shrouded in the darkness of silk

Quiet footfalls I strain to hear
Any sound at all, to tell of you to me
The sing of metal in the air a sound
The cold of the steel next to my thigh
Gasping out as heat enflames my breasts
Arching my body out to the sound
Frozen in moments of heat and cold
Wondering, sighing, arching so bold
Body betrays me, my mind, my own will
The heat that enflames me my soul longs to spill
A cry, A sigh, A gasp out to the dark
A whimper a shiver, a quiver, a sob.
pllleeeaasseee

 

[Swashbuckler]

A kiss, light and wet
Upon her neck
Pressing tighter
As the cutlass
Slowly climbs
higher, higher
higher
A silent, wordless response
To her pleas
A whisper in the dark
Of rope
Cutting free
Until a cold sharp edge
Kisses
Hot and begging
Lips
Catching her
Pleading dew
On my cold steel

"Do you think you
Have earned release?"
I ask in a low hiss
Slding the flat
Of the blade back and forth
Oiling the sword
In the fires glow
"Perhaps"
I say lost in thought
As I step away
Pulling the cutlass
As if slowly from its sheathe

Slapping both cheeks
Full
With a blow of the blade
Flat
Marking anew upon
Her tendered ass

Footsteps
In the dark of her ears
The ring and grind
Of chains in the cave
Pulling and lowering my treasure
Swinging her to drape
Across a low rock.
Golden curls
Into the tide pool
AS her arms sink
On the chain
Into the depths
Pulled heavy with iron weight
Her ass raised
Blazing full against
Simmering fire light

Unseen smile
As leather pants
Fall away, to the sands
Soft footsteps
Shuffling through the sand
Stopping close

Waiting

Then with a lunge
Stabbing deep
Into her dripping
Pool
Driving her breasts
Across the rock
Seizing her hips
Pulling her back
To greet my thrusts
"Do you think you are ready,
My blossum, ready
To cum?"
I yell with the tide
A word on every
Thrust

 

[Ysandre]

The sounds overwhelming my senses
The feeling overtaking my body
The slap of the steel reminding my ass
The feel of the chains lowering me at last
The cold rock against my heat
My hips poised and stabbed with pleasure
The rocking, the moving
Your strong hands commanding
Exerting every ounce of strength of I have
Hard nipples rubbed harder,
Liquid heat driven farther
Then the music of your words wash over me
YES!
Rocking crested waves of ecstacy
YES!
Rolling in ultimate desire
YES
Riding your hard shaft with abandon
YES
Screaming out, while my tide washes over
Yessss
Sobbing out, releasing all my desire

 

[Swashbuckler]

Hearing her cries
'Yes"
'Yes"
Yes'
Again, and again
As I loot her hold
Ramming her
Over the edge
Of the world
Her lips disturbing
The pool
With a chill
Rippling kiss
As I drive her on
With one final thrust
A firery erruption
Flooding her silken cave
As the pool washes
Her sweet face
Crying out
Echoing in the cavern
As I reach release

Slowly recovering
Pullling from her slowly
"Thank you, my blossum"
I say with a sweet kiss to her lips
Pulling her to me, near the fire
And dragging
an old, thick
Time wearied
Jolly Roger
Over us both
Wrapping us in a blanket
Of darkness
And grinning skull
Cutlasses crossed
Above our entwined legs
In a devilish kiss

 

[Ysandre]

Your powerful explosion expanding my own sweet bliss
Your powerful lips demanding such a sweet kiss
Your devilish words taking over my mind
The feel of the sand Your arms wrapped with mine
My body in bliss of time taken pleasure
Your leggs wrapped with mine a true pirates treasure
Sweet dreams overtake me as exhaustion leads the way
The warmth of the Jolly Roger protecting my stay

 

[Swashbuckler]

Kissing her forhead
Holding her close
Watching her slip out
With the tide of sleep
Reaching up to feed the fire
Quietly, to not disturb
Finger toying with
Golden locks
As I join her
On the waves
Of blissfilled dreams
And arms filled
With a priceless treasure

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

The Cove is deserted, but I can’t say I’m surprised. The night is clear and warm and I hook the straps of my shoes over a finger and peel off my stockings and stash them in my bag. Digging my bare toes into the cool wet sand at the water’s edge, I head nowhere and with no purpose in mind except to walk without thinking.

The wind from the water suddenly seems cool and I gather my shawl around me for warmth as I contemplate my next move. Spying a large boulder, I climb up onto it and squirm around trying to get comfortable. Tucking my legs up under me and pulling my dress around them, I sit staring out at the water and the beauty of the moonlight shining upon it. For hours, it seems, I am oblivious to everything except the rhythm of the waves and the song they sing. I am mesmerized and enchanted, and I find myself wanting to be on those waves and have them carry me far away… away to a place that I have not yet seen but which beckons to me.

Reality suddenly intrudes in the form of some strange creature of the night flying straight by my head. I flap my hand to shoo it away as I leap inelegantly from my perch. Sighing, I gather up my bag, shake the sand out of my dress, and head home. Well, that’s what I get for thinking foolish thoughts about sailing away.

 

[caspai]

As I approach the Cove, I see that a brightly colored tent has been erected on the sand, in a fairly clear, flat area. Walking over, I toss the canvas bags of pillows down. Sitting on the sand next to them, I begin to pull them out of the bag, and then lean down on them, watching the waves briefly before jumping up and asking the men who had erected the tent to help me gather drift wood for a bonfire. They agree readily enough, and soon we have a huge pile of wood, waiting only for darkness and a match or two to flare to life.

Thanking them, I watch as the men from the mansion struggle down to the cove carrying the old carpets I had found in the attic. I direct them to put them under the tent, and then go to unroll them. They are rather old and worn, and one has a rather large red wine stain on a corner, but if they had been in prime condition, they would not have been rolled up and hidden away in the attic. All in all, I am fairly happy with the results. Grabbing the silk cushions, I throw them into the tent, on the carpets. Standing back, I look at the effect. The entry of the tent has the doors tied completely back, creating a three-wall enclosure, with the doors facing where the bonfire will be. That should provide more than enough light for the entertainments to come.

 

[caspai]

Happy with the effect of the tent and the bonfire on the cove, I look around and wonder if maybe the camel wouldn't be overkill. Hmmmm....maybe I will call and cancel that one. I have heard that camels can be mean, and that they spit. Yes, I will call and cancel the camel.

Walking back away from the cove, I walk toward the garden, wanting to see if the transformation has been affected.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

*Seeing the lovely tent.. the bonfire.. the lamps and smell of incense*
It looks wonderful!

 

[Swashbuckler]

Letting the dancers bounce down the rocky slope to the flame lit surf before the tent. I laugh and twirl my shiskabob a bit as I enter the warm glow of the bonfire...


Here come the jesters, 1 2 3.
It's all part of my fantasy.
I've got the music
And I'll have to see the crowd.
Dancing in the eyes,
And singin' out loud.

Here come the dancers, one by one.
Your momma's callin' but you're having fun.
You find your dancin' on the number 9 cloud.
Put your hands together now, and sing it out loud.

It's all part of my rock and roll fantasy.
It's all part of my rock and roll dream.
It's all part of my rock and roll fantasy.
It's all part of my rock and roll dream.

Put out the spotlights, one and all,
And let the feelin'get down to your soul.
The music's so loud, you can hear the sound
Reaching for the sky, churnin' up the ground.

It's all part of my rock and roll fantasy.
It's all part of my rock and roll dream.
It's all part of my rock and roll fantasy.
It's all part of my rock and roll dream.

So, Ldy T, how is your little fantasy panning out?

 

[Ldy Tehari]

*Enjoying thoroughly!! Clapping my hands to the rhythm. Smiling at the wonderful performance beaming*

I'm soo utterly speechless..and that's hard for me!
It's sooo wonderful.. You have made it such a wonderful fantasy for me!
Thanks soo much

 

[bishop1138]

Well hello Ldy Tehari. I found the note on the bar to come on down to the cove, and I have found you at last.
Congrats on your guru ship. I see the wonderful decorations that have been laid out. Golly good I do say.
I've had to leave the tigers home, I'm afraid...
It turns out they were not quite as civilized as I had hoped for...

Bishop

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Bishop!! I'm soo glad you could make it!
Yes aren't they wonderful? And did you get to see the gifts too?
and the food.. Cas really outdid herself.
Meet Swash.. and Lillie.. and Cathay had to go for a bit. But thats all right.
I am hoping Faith will make it shortly.
I'm gald you could make it.
Thanks for coming.. Oh and everyone.. this is Bishop.
he's one of my new friends too!.. *smiling*

 

[~misty dawn~]

walking along the beach...

It feels as if i have travelled a million miles to reach these shores... maybe it has taken a life time to get here but i think i have found a new home....

Watching the bonfire, I look beyond to the tent with it's gayly colored pillows...

*smiling gently at all*

"Congratulations Mi lady..."

"Room for an old friend in her new finery?"

 

[Ldy Tehari]

There's ~Always~ room for one more

*hugging you warmly, claiming your lips with mine*
I love what you've done with yourself! You look great.
I'm soo glad you could make it!
Thanks soo much.. please come in and have fun!
*passing you a margarita*

 

[Swashbuckler]

Extending my hand to the first new arrival, Bishop, mate, pleased to me you.... Trailing off as I watch the second new arrival appear as if out of a dream along the beach...

Excuse me..


Glancing up and down at the lovely beauty before me, flashing a roguish grin, well hello there luv..

 

[~misty dawn~]

warmly accepting the kiss... *grin* and the Margarita

"Hi bishop.."

Grinning at the Pirate...is that anyway to greet an old friend...


walking up to him, I pull his head down to mine just as our lips meet..

"Hello love"

 

[bishop1138]

surveying the beach and its many wonders

You must have many wonderful friends to have been given such fine gifts. The decorations are outstanding!

I simply must try all of the feast before me. And a bit of drink to wash it down.