She stares at the purple lantana, its delicate flora spread amongst railroad ties and dormant rose bushes. In the middle of winter, tiny amethyst flowers blanket the barren landscape everywhere, and she is drawn to the serene hue. She breathes in the fresh cold air, allowing her eyes time to capture the full beauty of the moment and transport sensory perceptions to other sensitive areas of her body. She becomes a creature in the garden, a soulful princess seeking a castle in the sky, at once on earth and in space of air. She closes her eyes in abandonment, surrendering to darkness, finding freedom in the amethyst garden.
He watches her from afar, patiently waiting, impatiently yearning. The purple shadows release His little princess, spilling her onto white sheets at His feet. He admires her silky mahogany red tresses spread over rounded bare shoulders, appraises the soft pale figure, studies her perfectly shaped legs. She blinks open eyes as blue as the night sky, and smiles, delicate upturned pink lips. He returns a reserved, pleased smile.
A fine little creature indeed – prized beautiful jewel among His treasures.
He beckons her near with a crook of His finger, and she slithers, cat-like, across the white sheets toward Him. He is mesmerized by this seductive dance, her hips sway side to side as knees and palms move forward: left hand, right knee... right hand, left knee... over and over. Long auburn hair swings almost to the floor, then brushes the floor, as she arches downward... lightly kissing His feet with her lips before sitting up, back straight, on her knees.
She wears an amethyst pendant on a strand of pearls, and white satin thong panties. Her creamy breasts fall in elegant symmetry, large peach nipples with tiny rose tips pointing to the center of her being, deep navel cave in soft flesh. She held her wrists crosses behind her back, aware of her posture, and He sees her tremble under His scrutiny.
'Good' He thinks. She should be nervous. It will intensify her enjoyment of my Possession. He reaches down to stroke the long silky hair, and tugs it firmly, fondly. She swallows, and He smiles knowingly – grasping her hair evokes a sexual response. His Possession dances with her obsession.
He reaches out, twisting her nipples, thumbs and forefingers rolling flesh between them. She gasps, and He squeezes harder – until she swallows in submission. Only then, does He clip amethyst jewels to her purple nubs, swollen and aching. She breathes slowly, rhythmically, and doesn't move.
She focuses on His full, erect cock. Imposing tower, sculpted manhood peaked by a handsome velvet knob. She needs, aches, yearns. Obsession.
'You hunger to be fed, my pet?' He teases, needing the nourishment she afforded Him. She nods, unable to speak, her body tense and trembling. He pulls on the clips, stretching her breasts, and knows this will stir her fire into a blazing inferno. A moan escapes her lips, and she looks up at Him apologetically, anxiously. He caresses her mouth with fingertips. Sweet little Possession. She sucks His fingers, imagining His cock in the warm wetness of her lips. He pulls, pushes... slowly again... as if fucking her tender mouth, over and over, one finger replacing another. She closed her eyes, slipping farther under His spell. Obsession.
He lays her to one side, takes her arms from behind her back... cuffs her wrists to a single silver hook that pierces through pure white sheets. She looks up into His steely eyes, drowning in His silent dominance. He spreads her legs, attaches each ankle to a leather bind. Dark mahogany hair splayed in disarray around her face, crowning His princess.
His Possession, her obsession.
'Shall I have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Shall I be served, or serviced?' He wants her passionately, loins aching for release into her cavern of pleasure. He tempts, she tantalizes. Dessert a just reward for the offering of a full meal... the meal becomes the dessert, whipping cream, or whipped before cream... He pondered ravishing her – devouring her.
She was exhilarated in His authority, inspired by His imagination, but most of all – she hungered for Him to thrust inside her pulsing labia. Every sense was alive with His presence: nostrils filled with spicy scent, flesh burning with every touch, lips thirsty for His drink. Obsession – she craved Him.
His knees between her thighs, heavy erection poised, He thrust once – she screamed out, an inaudible plea, and He pulled out. Now – slowly, deliberately, enters the tight entrance, watches her pussy wrap around His thick cock. Presses against her, deep. Again.
Possession, obsession. Fine little violet gem, and He was the Jeweler, crafting a special cut, His own unique amethyst star that cast light in darkness. He drives forward, raising her ass up to meet His plummeting cock, and she writhes, flailing back and forth, arching hard, begging... 'fuck me, please fuck me hard'... He feels blood flooding His pulsing shaft, pushing His seed upward, out... into her.
'Yes,' she screams... 'feed me with Your cum.'
Her orgasm begins at her belly button, center of her being... she tenses, muscles contract, release. Her feet arch under, toes curling in surrender to sweet climax. He presses hard, grinding against her clit, intensifying her release.
'Scream that you want to be fucked, my little slut princess – tell me how much You like my big balls slapping Your ass when I ram my cock into Your little cunt.' He doesn't say anything. She hears Him anyway.
He unfastens the leather, unlocks the cuffs, she reaches for His hand, kisses His fingertips. Her hair halo frames the soft rosy glow of her face, blue eyes like sapphire stars waiting to set the night afire again. He touches, she smiles.
Possession, He says... obsession, she whispers. Journey through an amethyst garden, lavish purple lust lingers there... forever, never-ending.
copyright 2004 Scheherazade, the sexystoryteller
He watches her from afar, patiently waiting, impatiently yearning. The purple shadows release His little princess, spilling her onto white sheets at His feet. He admires her silky mahogany red tresses spread over rounded bare shoulders, appraises the soft pale figure, studies her perfectly shaped legs. She blinks open eyes as blue as the night sky, and smiles, delicate upturned pink lips. He returns a reserved, pleased smile.
A fine little creature indeed – prized beautiful jewel among His treasures.
He beckons her near with a crook of His finger, and she slithers, cat-like, across the white sheets toward Him. He is mesmerized by this seductive dance, her hips sway side to side as knees and palms move forward: left hand, right knee... right hand, left knee... over and over. Long auburn hair swings almost to the floor, then brushes the floor, as she arches downward... lightly kissing His feet with her lips before sitting up, back straight, on her knees.
She wears an amethyst pendant on a strand of pearls, and white satin thong panties. Her creamy breasts fall in elegant symmetry, large peach nipples with tiny rose tips pointing to the center of her being, deep navel cave in soft flesh. She held her wrists crosses behind her back, aware of her posture, and He sees her tremble under His scrutiny.
'Good' He thinks. She should be nervous. It will intensify her enjoyment of my Possession. He reaches down to stroke the long silky hair, and tugs it firmly, fondly. She swallows, and He smiles knowingly – grasping her hair evokes a sexual response. His Possession dances with her obsession.
He reaches out, twisting her nipples, thumbs and forefingers rolling flesh between them. She gasps, and He squeezes harder – until she swallows in submission. Only then, does He clip amethyst jewels to her purple nubs, swollen and aching. She breathes slowly, rhythmically, and doesn't move.
She focuses on His full, erect cock. Imposing tower, sculpted manhood peaked by a handsome velvet knob. She needs, aches, yearns. Obsession.
'You hunger to be fed, my pet?' He teases, needing the nourishment she afforded Him. She nods, unable to speak, her body tense and trembling. He pulls on the clips, stretching her breasts, and knows this will stir her fire into a blazing inferno. A moan escapes her lips, and she looks up at Him apologetically, anxiously. He caresses her mouth with fingertips. Sweet little Possession. She sucks His fingers, imagining His cock in the warm wetness of her lips. He pulls, pushes... slowly again... as if fucking her tender mouth, over and over, one finger replacing another. She closed her eyes, slipping farther under His spell. Obsession.
He lays her to one side, takes her arms from behind her back... cuffs her wrists to a single silver hook that pierces through pure white sheets. She looks up into His steely eyes, drowning in His silent dominance. He spreads her legs, attaches each ankle to a leather bind. Dark mahogany hair splayed in disarray around her face, crowning His princess.
His Possession, her obsession.
'Shall I have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Shall I be served, or serviced?' He wants her passionately, loins aching for release into her cavern of pleasure. He tempts, she tantalizes. Dessert a just reward for the offering of a full meal... the meal becomes the dessert, whipping cream, or whipped before cream... He pondered ravishing her – devouring her.
She was exhilarated in His authority, inspired by His imagination, but most of all – she hungered for Him to thrust inside her pulsing labia. Every sense was alive with His presence: nostrils filled with spicy scent, flesh burning with every touch, lips thirsty for His drink. Obsession – she craved Him.
His knees between her thighs, heavy erection poised, He thrust once – she screamed out, an inaudible plea, and He pulled out. Now – slowly, deliberately, enters the tight entrance, watches her pussy wrap around His thick cock. Presses against her, deep. Again.
Possession, obsession. Fine little violet gem, and He was the Jeweler, crafting a special cut, His own unique amethyst star that cast light in darkness. He drives forward, raising her ass up to meet His plummeting cock, and she writhes, flailing back and forth, arching hard, begging... 'fuck me, please fuck me hard'... He feels blood flooding His pulsing shaft, pushing His seed upward, out... into her.
'Yes,' she screams... 'feed me with Your cum.'
Her orgasm begins at her belly button, center of her being... she tenses, muscles contract, release. Her feet arch under, toes curling in surrender to sweet climax. He presses hard, grinding against her clit, intensifying her release.
'Scream that you want to be fucked, my little slut princess – tell me how much You like my big balls slapping Your ass when I ram my cock into Your little cunt.' He doesn't say anything. She hears Him anyway.
He unfastens the leather, unlocks the cuffs, she reaches for His hand, kisses His fingertips. Her hair halo frames the soft rosy glow of her face, blue eyes like sapphire stars waiting to set the night afire again. He touches, she smiles.
Possession, He says... obsession, she whispers. Journey through an amethyst garden, lavish purple lust lingers there... forever, never-ending.
copyright 2004 Scheherazade, the sexystoryteller