Spin the Bottle

[Mystical]

Late Evening

Coming down the stairs after sleeping the whole day away. I had a smile on my face that could light the stars in the sky. Dressed in only a white t-shirt and silk boxers tonight was going to be just a relaxing night spent maybe reading a book or playing a game.

Earlier when she awoke there had been a note beside her on the pillow her charming companion had left it for her. He seamed to be a very ncie gentleman, thinking of the nights adventures I hoped he returnes soon.

Seeing my sister lounging in the leather chair by the veranda I creeep up to her and kiss the side of her neck. "Evening sis."

 

[SexyAmber]

look who woke up

a quirk of her honey brow with a playful snicker feeling her sister’s kiss on her supple neck~

“Well, well, well if it isn’t sleeping beauty”, she pokes her playfully and lays her book down, stretching like a feline after a nap and taking the orange spice tea from the bulter, stirring it with her fingertip then sucking it off with a cant of her.

“Have a good evening, sister?”

 

[Mystical]

"I most certainly did. How about you?" Smiling I sit in the leather chair across from her." Last night was a huge success I think it was the best game we have had yet. How are we going to top this one off?" Taking the offered chamomile tea from Armond I sit back and watch the sun as it sets in the sky.

 

[Miltone]

Stepping inside ...

"Oh, there you are," I said as I came in from the veranda to see my lovely companion from the night before sitting with her sister. I had gone for a walk on the sumptuous grounds surrounding their estate. It was mid-winter, yet the breeze carried the redolent scent of pine and fir. Refreshed and invigorated from my long walk I couldn't help but smile upon seeing her face, her cheeks still rosy from her long sleep. "I didn't want to wake you yet I couldn't leave without saying goodbye in person."

I moved over to her and leaned down to place a soft wet kiss on her warm cheek. She responded in kind, her full wet lips as enticing as the night before, her kiss just as devastating to my "hip" coolness.

"Your sister has been so kind to see to my comfort while you slept," I said with a wink and a nod to the golden haired beauty, but when I turned back, there was no doubt as to who held my attention at this moment. My hand combed it way through her tousled hair. "I regret that I must leave for a few days. I have a research project in South America that I must catch up with. When I return, I would hope that I would be welcome in your wonderful home."

Her response provided the answer and after laying another kiss upon her, this time upon her lovely lips, I turned and with a gracious bow to her sister, made my exit.

 

[Mystical]

With a feline streach I woke to the realization that I fell asleep in the leather chair in front of the veranda. WOndering what the day has in store for this lovely old castle I head up the stairs to shower and get dressed.

 

[Miltone]

Dr. Jack Richards, En route to Matsupichu

OCC: Just so no one can gripe about the lack of picture postings, how's this?

It's a long flight non-stop to the Andes and though I try to sleep, rest comes in only fits and starts. But the discomfort is eased by the remembrance of the Carpe Noctum mansion and it's wonderful mistresses, and the anticipation of my return in a few days time. When I finally doze off and begin to dream of wild delights, I am rudely awakened by the stranger beside me.

"Hey, buddy, wake up!" he says shaking me from sleep from my shoulders. "You're talking in your sleep." He leans over closer to my ear and whispers, "And by the way, who are Mysti and Amber? Must be some kinda special broads!"

I grin sheepishly, turn away, and close my eyes. Settling further into my seat, sleep finally settles upon me and I am lost in a world of romantic and carnal sensations.

 

[SexyAmber]

Picture

(OOC - MILTY THAT JUST ROCKS..I LOVE IT ty tyt ytytytytytyy)

 

[Mystical]

OOC:Miltone thank you ever so much.

Heading back down the stairs from a very long shower I head for the pool. Dressed in only a wine colored bathrobe I step out onto the veranda. Two steps later leads me to the path to the pool it is a heated pool so in any weather the pool is always warm. As I reach the pool the terry robe slides to the ground at me feet. I slip into the water and begin a breaststroke across the pool. KNowing there is no one about for the day except the servants I enjoy the water.

The heat mixed in with the scent of Jasmine and Vanilla I glide across the pool to the waiting home made whirlpool and lean my head agaisnt the side luxerating in the feel of the water rushing around me my nipples getting harder as the water swirls around them. Laying there I think of how manymore days till my Professor comes back.

 

[Miltone]

Far, far away ...

OCC: You are both most welcome!

It has rained all day as the plane touches down in Cusco like a silver phallus into the verdant lush landscape. For some reason during the long road trip to Matsupichu, I detect the faint aroma of jasmine, my favorite North American wildflower that is unknown in these parts. I shake it off for there are some long hours reviewing the progress at the "dig" where my associates have uncovered something quite startling and have requested my presence. I take a deep breath and smile thinking of the dark haired little vixen back home and wondering how she is feeling this evening, and does she at all think of me.

"We should be there in another hour, Professor," says MacIntyre after conferring with our native driver.

The wipers slap at the heavy rain now, but my mind is miles away, consumed by this unlikely scent of jasmine. The shaman had predicted such things as we neared the site of the dig, that we would see and hear and feel things that we did not expect, much like my experience of a few nights before. What other surprises awaited me this night?

 

[Mystical]

Stirring I look about the sun has set to a mauve and golden halo. As I stand up I begin to think of dust and the professor. Wondering what he is doing right now I lean to pick up my robe I don't put it on I turn to the house and hope that my sweet sister is up for some play.

Stopping outside of the gate to the pool I pick some Jasmine and continue my walk to the house. Sliding an arrent flower into my hair the scent wafting around my senses as I contonue you my naked stroll back to the house. Reaching the doors they spring open by Armond. "Good evening madam how was your swim?" "Lovely Armond can you bring me a drink by the fire?" I smile seductivly at him. I wrap the robe about my body and rejoin to the fireplace. I lay down on the white fur rug in front of the fire as I wait for my drink to arrive.


Armond approuches the lilth figure laying on the carpet and smiles. The sisters are a remarkable pair each complimenting the other. "Ma`am here is your drink." "Thank you Armond. Is Amber about yet?" "I haven't seen her Milady." "Thank you Armond that will be all."

Turning back to tthe fire I pick up the book that had been left there and begin to read.

 

[Miltone]

Somewhere outside Machu Picchu

It was well after midnight when we finally arrived at camp, but fortunately it had stopped raining. MacIntyre and I joined the others by the campfire. There were jugs of foul red wine and spoons of burnt cocoa leaves and spliffs of weed being passed. I took a sip of the wine but tossed it into the fire, only to watch a halo of brilliant sparks erupt.

Soon we bed down and sleep will come quickly for tomorrow the dust and travail of the dig will occupy my time. As I drift off into a restless sleep, I look up at the full moon and wonder who else might be gazing at it just at this moment. The weed brings dreams of fireside and a dark mysterious woman ...

 

[Miltone]

Among the ruins …

With the sun rising quickly over the mountain peaks and spilling its light in streaks across my bedroll, I stir and awaken, my body sweaty and my cock stiff from the incredible dreams of a mysterious dark haired woman, dreams so real that I sense her warm presence and supple pale body beside me for a few moments until I’m fully awake. I sit up, shake my head and rub the sleep from my eyes. Only a couple of others are stirring in the camp since it is still early.

The rain from yesterday had dampened down the dust but as the sun rises high and dries the arid plains, our footsteps leave golden hazy clouds in our wake. We gather and discuss the progress of the dig, and the unexpected passage discovered within the sacred ruins of an ancient temple. MacIntyre and the others join me as we descend deep into the underground chambers and begin to take measure of this exciting discovery. Moving cautiously, we chart our progress along damp dank corridors that hadn’t felt the breath of a live human in centuries.

After a long day of searching, we reach the dead-end of the passageway. After many minutes of fumbling discovery, we prepare to turn around. However, in the semi-darkness my heightened sense of touch discovers some hieroglyphics carved into a wall. A light is brought to bear and a thoughtful reading reveals that a combination of movements upon pressure points on the wall will open a secret doorway to a sacred chamber. When the door swings open, centuries of dust and desertion break free and cloud around us. But when we carefully step inside, our lanterns, yellowed from the near exhaustion of the batteries, reveal secrets of the ancients not meant for less than the high priests of this once proud and advanced civilization. It is a room littered with untapped treasures, carvings, art objects, and jewels and garments of all descriptions. With some refreshed lamps, the rest of the afternoon and early evening are excitedly spent cataloging and tagging the find, discovering each item seemingly more precious and rarer than the last. Eventually, we are tired and dusty but very elated as we make ready to leave.

On the way out, I take a last breath of the stale entombed air, the last one left behind. My hand brushes against a stone tablature that moves slightly. The dim glow of my lamp reveals some unusual hieroglyphics. I pick up the tablet to reveal a small golden object hidden in a recess. A tingling sensation stirs my fingers as I lift it up and hold it for a moment. For the briefest of moments the darkness around me brightens and I see a large warm rosy room, filled with people dressed in ancient finery—a palace of some sort, perhaps. There is music and laughter and all heads turn toward a doorway. Then, just as quickly, the image disappears and I am enveloped once again by the teeming darkness. I regard the heavy golden object for a moment then place it and the tablet into my bag and note their location before leaving.

 

[Miltone]

Back at camp …

Although there will be much work tomorrow before I leave to return home, that night we celebrate our discovery with hugs and wine and a great feast. MacIntyre and the others gather around the fire pit after dinner and are entertained by some locals and flirt (and then some) with the exotic dark-skinned native women. Instead I choose to move away from the fire and sit on my bedroll. My mind is drawn to my bag and the golden object. With a fresh battery in my lamp, I study the delicate carvings and refer to my reference texts. My fingers trace their way about the object as I jot down a rough translation.

Suddenly my thumb triggers a hidden lever and the object opens to reveal a pair of brilliant glittering jewels inside. As my fingers reach to pick one up, that tingling sensation from earlier returns and I again glimpse the bright large room filled with people dressed in ancient finery and can hear strains of ancient music and laughter. Everyone turns toward the doorway and two lovely women appear for a moment before the sensation fades and the vision passes. The object in my hand appears to be an oval jewel, green in color, and cut more brilliantly than any emerald I’ve ever seen, with a delicate golden chain. When I hold it in my hand I see a face before me, a lovely round featured golden face, with amber hair and emerald green eyes. When I place the jewel back down the image disappears.

The second object is a deep blue, clearer and brighter than possible for a sapphire, also with a slender chain, but this one in silver. When I cradle it in my palm, another face appears, pale and smooth with dark eyes and long flowing dark hair. I sense a surging feeling deep within my body, my pulse races, my muscles tense up, and my cheeks feel warmed by a blush-like sensation. I replace the objects, close the golden container, and the darkness of Machu Picchu returns.

While the others dance and carouse by the fire, I race to translate the carvings, my fingers flying through the pages of my tattered reference books. At first it makes no sense, but then by cleverly rearranging the figures, I begin to make out a legend: “Belonging to the mistresses of the palace, sisters of the soul, princesses of the light and darkness; those who wear these talismans will know no evil and only pleasure shall be theirs!”

For several minutes, I sit cross-legged on my bedroll pondering the meaning of the images and the engraving. For a moment, my mind is sent back home to that house of sweet pleasure, but the reverie is broken when MacIntyre stumbles by, arm-in-arm with a lovely dark-haired local girl.

“Come on, Jack!” he shouts drunkenly. “Why don't you join the party?”

I wave him and his new lady friend on and lean back onto an elbow, stretching my legs out fully. Holding the golden container tightly in my hand, I close my eyes and am transported to another time, another place, and am overcome by a dream of pleasure and fulfillment.

OCC: In this politically correct day and age, archaeologists don’t plunder finds like this any more, but I thought it would make a good story. Hope you don’t mind.

 

[RawHumor]

A stranger walks in

Having received Amber's invitation to the castle in another thread (and not wanting to spoil said thread with my rantings LOL), he walks in, not sure what to expect... wondering if there is a welcome ceremony, some etiquette to follow, or any other such thing. He notices the number of posts, then figures in his head that 500+ posts would take just under a month to read (his math isn't always that good), so he figures he'll just wait a bit and watch... to see what happens.

 

[Mystical]

Welcome to the castle please order yourself a drink and sit back and relax. We will have to wait and see what is in store for us this evening.

The castle is for pleasure of all kinds.

 

[RawHumor]

Relaxing sounds good, but being that it's 11:00 AM here, I think I'll stick with a Coke to drink... is there a serving wench around here?

LOL

 

[Mystical]

No not to many wenches but I can get you your Coke. I am Mystical the Queen of the castle and the other wonderful half of the duo here. The other is my darling sister the Angel Amber.

 

[RawHumor]

Thank you for the Coke... the "serving wench" bit was meant as a joke - I hope you didn't take offense.

Amber and I have... well, met... but things didn't go any further than a spanking and a bit of teasing...

So are there "couples" here or is it more or less a free-for-all? I wouldn't wanna step on any toes or piss of some ex-NFL player or something. LOL

 

[Mystical]

No offense taken. It is more of a free for all just some regulars but pretty much what ever your heart desires.

Amber loves those spankings hehe.

 

[Miltone]

Wrapping up and returning ...

OCC: Welcome Raw! As far as I can tell, if there any rules, they are made by the lovely Mysti and Amber. One never knows what they will come up with next. BTW, I hope y'all don't mind this little tale, the product of an overactive imagination and way too much time to let it wander.

IC: The music arising from the unusual stringed instruments and hand carved flutes lay atop the heavy beat of the drums. The taste of sweet wine mingled with the scent of coca and bennequa, an ancient herb renowned for its curative and aphrodisiac powers, often burned as incense during social gatherings. The revelers were caught in a whirling, twirling dance with everyone joining in. Hands were held and passed from one celebrant to the next. No one owned the company of another and all were welcome to pursue the desire and pleasure of their own making. I felt the heat of the room and a flurry of emotions as I moved among them, all the while my eyes drawn to the mysterious dark haired woman who always seemed to be on the far side of the room.

“Jack! Jack! Professor! Time to wake up!” called MacIntyre as he shook me from that most amazing and exotic dream.

I looked up to see his laughing hung over face and felt the warm tingle of the golden container still clutched in my hand. I rose up from my bedroll and joined the others for another hot dusty day spent deep in the dank stale bowels of the sacred temple ruins. The week had gone by quickly and I rushed through the remaining details before making ready to depart. I bathed beneath the cool waterfall near camp, my naked body stirring with excitement in the chill of the water. I bid my trusted colleagues goodbye and left for home.

It was a long drive and an even longer flight home that I faced, but gladly with the treasure I would be bringing with me. From the moment I had taken possession of the golden object and the bewitching jewels inside I knew where it belonged, customs and legal processes be damned. At odd moments during the drive and the flight, I would pull the object out and hold it, sensing its power, before slipping in back into its safe hiding place. I would be home by evening and looked forward with great anticipation to their surprise when I presented it to the mistresses of Carpe Noctum.

 

[RawHumor]

Shorthand

Okay, what is OCC and/or OOC? Or is one of them just a typo? And what is IC?

And thank you to Miltone...

I have a feeling that this particular thread could really cut into one's day! LOL

 

[Mystical]

OOC- Out Of Charactor
IC- In Charator

And yes it can but it is so much fun.

 

[RawHumor]

Amber loves those spankings hehe.

And something tells me that she has no lack of hands offering to teach her a lesson... Have you ever had that pleasure? Or was that just a dream I had?



And thank you for the terminology lesson.

 

[Mystical]

You are very welcome for the terms. And no spanking is not my fortie I love caressing and nibbling but maybe a love pat or two.

 

[RawHumor]

Actually, I was wondering if you had given Amber any spankings... but if they're not your thing they're not your thing.

Speaking of Amber, *looking around* she didn't pop into the castle today. I hope *I* didn't have anything to do with that... *does a quick breath check* Hmmmmm....