Sasha's Dream Beach (By Invitation Only)

[Sasha25]

*looks completely confused, but shrugs* Whatever floats your boat.

I prefer the breeze here, the waves. *giggles* So if you want to play videogames, you'll have to go elsewhere.

 

[dragonrazor]

*looks completely confused, but shrugs* Whatever floats your boat.

I prefer the breeze here, the waves. *giggles* So if you want to play videogames, you'll have to go elsewhere.

*laughs, and snuggles*

 

[Sasha25]

*drawing shapes in the sand with my finger, my hair whipping in the gusts from an off-shore storm, then drawing my knees to my chest, staring out towards the horizon*

I should write something, even though my stories are up to day. Maybe I'll tinker with Thyri's ideas.

*stands and walks to the cabana, getting pad and pencil, sipping a glass of wine*

 

[dragonrazor]

*drawing shapes in the sand with my finger, my hair whipping in the gusts from an off-shore storm, then drawing my knees to my chest, staring out towards the horizon*

I should write something, even though my stories are up to day. Maybe I'll tinker with Thyri's ideas.

*stands and walks to the cabana, getting pad and pencil, sipping a glass of wine*

I am sorry that I can't come up with anything in this heat. If you want, though, you could pitch ideas to me for my Thundercats concept...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I walk the night beach in solitude, my footsteps bringing me back to a place of serenity and beauty. I am drawn to it, even as I am drawn to her....as a friend...perhaps as more, in time.

Ahead, the single cabana, soft lighting shining from the window, I can make out her figure within. I approach quietly, respectful of her peace and solitude. I knock softly on the door frame, and when she turns, I smile and strip off my dress in a single motion, letting it drop to the floor. Clothing was never really important, not here. In this place, all is natural, all is beautiful.

Hello again, Sasha, my beautiful dreamer.

 

[Sasha25]

*in mid thought, with the pencil pressed to the paper, but not writing, seeing the glowing figure framed in sunset light, offering a hand*

Welcome, my dear. Please come sit. *brushing fingers through her long dark hair* I have a sudden urge to get a pearl handled brush and spend hours with your hair.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Slipping in to find a seat on the bare wood floor, polished by the passage of so many feet, next to where she sits. I lean back, resting my cheek on her thigh. Feeling her fingers stroke through my hair brings a sigh of contentment.

That would be so nice. And then we could switch places and I could do you.

I had a dream last night, another idea, but more for a scenario than a complete plot idea.

 

[Sasha25]

*leaning over and kissing her soft cheek, then getting the aforementioned brush, moving ot slowly and carefully through the sheets of golden locks*

Do tell. Scenarios are just as fun, and can easily turn into stories.

*silently counting the strokes of the brush, slowly up to 100*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Eyes close in bliss as the bristles glide through my hair, the soft tugging at my scalp stimulating yet soothing.

I dreamed of two women who grew up together as best friends, from mere girls until about the start of high school. But then one had to move away just about the time they were becoming aware of their sexuality. The one who stays in the small town leads a fairly straight, conservative life, dating a few guys, but not really getting serious.

The other moves to a larger city, and grows up exposed to more open, liberal minded experiences, including more sexual adventures. She finds her way to fame, perhaps as a singing star or something.

One day, she returns to the small town she grew up in and is reunited with her childhood friend. There is an attraction, deeper than just a casual physical thing. It's based on their shared past. The singer has money, fame, a seemingly perfect life, but something is still missing. Being more sexually experienced, she has had a same sex encounter or two, but nothing meaningful.

As they get reacquainted, they begin to feel that attraction as something more intimate than renewed friendship, something deeper and more meaningful. The singer considers acting on the attraction she feels, but this is her friend, not some one night stand. Then one late night, she finally gives in to the urge to explore what each of them really didn't know they wanted.

 

[Sasha25]

*listening to the story, the brush moves slightly faster, still in a rhythm*

Wow, Thyri, that's an amazing idea. When I was in high school, I wrote a short story that was very similar, though at that time it involved a boy, rather than a girl. the premise is amazing. There would be so much room for details and exploration.

Whenever I head an idea like that, I try to see myself as one character, or both. In this one, I could see myself as either.

In the Civil war idea you shared before, I saw myself as the "wife" of the frontier couple.

*brushing up to 200, then laying the brush down, and caressing her neck and shoulder*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I envision the seduction taking place on the singer's tour bus perhaps. The two women find in each other what they haven't been able to find with anyone else. What they never realized when they grew up together as friends was their mutual inclination towards the same gender. The singer has had the chance to explore that kind of experience, but not with anyone that really mattered to her. The one who stayed in the little town would ordinarily never think of being with another woman, but with her friend, it just seems like the natural thing to do.

*Letting my head and neck relax, loving the feeling so much. A moan of pleasure escapes me. Turning to smile up at you, my hand brushes along your calf, a gentle caress before I kiss the inside of your thigh, raising up to sit behind you, taking the brush from your hand and beginning to stroke it through your hair.*

It's funny, I began thinking of that wagon train idea after talking about my cowboy gun the other night. So naturally I thought of myself in the role of the 'husband', protecting us from outlaws and indians. Maybe each woman is from different parts of the country before they decide to move west. One from the north and one from the south maybe. That would add another twist to it.

 

[Sasha25]

*leaning forwards, holding myself as she brushes my hair, sighing with the soft pressure*

The southern belle taken with the norther frontier saavy woman. *smiles* How dare you present two great ideas to me? *giggles*

I imagine the southern belle being very reluctant to be intimate, but comes to see the other as the "husband" and falls into the "wife" role, cooking, cleaning, sewing. Though over time, they do share some of the duties, and gradually come together.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Each stroke of the brush is followed by a caress with my other hand, smoothing and admiring the soft golden glow in the lamp light. I can't resist bending over to plant a kiss on one bare shoulder, pausing only slightly with the brush strokes.

That is how I envisioned it too. And there are many dangers and hardships they could face to bring them closer together. Perhaps one gets sick and the other has to tend to her. Maybe it even prevents them from moving on with the wagon train, and they're faced with the dangers of the frontier on their own.

I am often amazed at how many of the ideas I get come to me in dreams. Then again, some seem like great ideas in the dream, but make no sense at all when I wake up.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Finishing my brushing until her hair shines radiant in the soft light of the lamp, I set the brush on the little writing table. I can sense that my beautiful dreamer is sleepy, as I am too. Helping her to the little cot, I see that she is tucked in nice and cozy, a kiss on her lips to ensure her dreams are sweet ones. Then, without a sound, I slip out as quietly as I came, stooping to pick up my dress before disappearing into the moonlit night.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf pads from the deep, dark woods...a basket carried in one small, strong hand. Within the basket a few gifts~lotions, oils, a pale peach rose~magically gifted to never wilt, never die. Eventually, the wolf reaches the beach. She looks around and meanders close to Sasha's little cottage before dropping the basket someplace easily spied.

With no further announcement, the wolf retreats and returns to her home. She has writing owed.

 

[dragonrazor]

*sips tea*

 

[Sasha25]

*waking and rubbing my eyes. The sun is rising, just peeking over the ocean with ray casting the cabana in orange and yellow. I walk out to the sand, still quite cool, then break into a run, right into the surf and diving into the cool waves. I swim out for a few moments, through the current, with an easy stroke, before turning around.

I feel refreshed as I walk back out, shivering slightly as the air cools me wet skin and I see the basket. I beam as I pick it up. Luna. She found me here. I take the rose, so beautiful and breathe in its fragrance.*

Thank you Luna. *I say out loud, then take the basket and rose inside. I find an old vase, dusty crystal and place the rose in it. Drying off with a towel, I take some lotion, standing on the cabana porch and rubbing it into my skin as the sun rises into the sky*

*I have writing to do, but it will have to wait until later, after a little real life work. Pulling on a linen dress, breathing the rose one last time, I fade*

 

[Sasha25]

*wiping my eyes free of the flowing tears, retreating right into my cabana, to my room, under the linen on my cot. It doesn't offer the protection or comfort that I need, but the solitude and the lapping of the waves caress my soul.

I shouldn't be here now. I should be in the RW, working, but I had to get out, to get something to eat and drink, and refresh before going back. Nibbling an apple and drinking fresh water, I lay and look at the peeling paint on the walls, wondering if I should make the room white, or bright yellow*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The scent of cinnamon and sandalwood, blows through the cabana...a whisper...

Thinking of you. Lovely post. Talk to you soon....

Then gone...

 

[Sasha25]

*the scent reaches my nose and I drop everything and run to the porch. I see footprints, human, wolf, both, either, but I know. Luna. I wave to the air, hoping she will return soon. I want to make her comfortable in my space, as she has allowed that for me in hers*

Come back soon.

 

[Sasha25]

Come to me, wispy clouds
and by my friends.

Hold me in your feather cool;
Bathe me in your calm.

Take me to the sky when you go,
And give me to the moon.

 

[Sasha25]

*Running naked along the beach, sometimes stumbling with the unevenness of the sand is exhilarating. I stop, to plunge into the water to cleanse, then walk back up to the cabana. I think a bath is in order. The cast iron tub in the corner of the main room fills with water, streaming hot and I add some sandalwood from Luna.

Sinking in, I relax, thinking of Dragon and hoping he gets some sleep. Thinking of Luna and hoping she has found her words, and thinking of making a space in the real world that gives me the same feeling as the cabana does.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Utilizing maximum elf stealth mode, I sneak up to the cabana, footsteps silent on the sand. I peak in the window, just to make sure she is there. Little does she suspect I am lurking out here. Cautiously I creep ever so silently to the open door, coming up behind her as she writes at her little table. Sneaking.....



sneaking......




almost there, sneaking more......

















POUNCE THE SASHA!!!!!!





Wow, that's so red that it makes the kissy lips look pale!

 

[Sasha25]

*squeal at the surprise and falling off the cot where I've been laying, alone with my thoughts, and snuggling the adorable elf*

Hello sweetheart. It's good to see a friendly face.

*covering Thyri's face with soft kisses*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*squeal at the surprise and falling off the cot where I've been laying, alone with my thoughts, and snuggling the adorable elf*

Hello sweetheart. It's good to see a friendly face.

*covering Thyri's face with soft kisses*

*Giggles playfully, loving the feel of your soft lips kissing me. My hands roam your skin, caressing and touching, thrilling to the shape and feel of you.*

Today was my first day at my new job. It was a good day, even though I'm doing something totally new to me. And how was your day?