She stares at the lush purple lantana, its delicate flora spread amongst railroad ties and random quiescent rose bushes. In the middle of winter, tiny amethyst flowers blanket the barren landscape, shadowing gray dormant trees reaching for the indigo darkness.
She is drawn to the serene hue, breathing in cold fresh air, her eyes drinking in the full beauty of the moment. As sensory perceptions are instantly transported to her nipples, rising up from rippled areolas – to the round center of her belly, anticipating – clitoris erect and pulsing – every sense alive. She becomes a dreamy, seductive 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 innate freedom in the whispers of an amethyst garden.
He watches her from afar, patiently waiting, impatiently yearning. The purple shadows release His little nymphe, spilling her all at once onto white sheets at His feet. He admires her silky mahogany red tresses, long strands spread over rounded bare shoulders, appraises the soft pale figure, studies her perfectly shaped legs. In a moment, she blinks open eyes as blue as the night sky, and smiles delicate upturned pink lips.
He returns a reserved, pleased smile. Indeed, a fine little creature of nature – prized and dazzling, a unique jewel worthy of His shield.
He beckons her near with a casual 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 long strand of pearls, and violet 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 an uncontrollable, 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 alluring 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 purple gem, and He was Jeweler, crafting a special cut, His own unique amethyst star casting lavender light through 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.
‘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 tight little cunt.’ He doesn’t speak. She hears Him clearly – language conveyed by touch, His authority commanding while bestowing permission.
‘Yes, Master,’ she screams, frantic, pleading… ‘please, Master, feed me with Your cum!’
‘Then you may have it,’ He replies, thrusting over and over, assaulting her with His passion. ‘Feel this, sexy nymphe,’ His sensual growl is deep, decisive, determined. She feels the heat of His explosive rush erupting against her vaginal walls, and she starts to soak in the nourishment. Gasping, holding her breath, eyes rolling back, lids closing tight…
Her orgasm begins at the pit of her belly, in the very center of her being… she tenses, muscles clenching Him inside… release… imprison, then free… again… unending spasms. She struggles against the leather holding her ankles, the cuffs at her wrists. Every muscle in her body contracts, feet arch under, toes curling inward, all in surrender to sweet climax. He presses hard, grinding against her clit, intensifying her mind-blowing release.
He slips from inside the warmth of her wet, pulsing cave, straddles her red mouth, teasing her lips. Hungrily, she begins to lap at His swollen manhood… and He presses forth, seeking the succulent tenderness within. She sucks His length until His testicles touch her chin and His velvet head is buried in her throat. He swallows, enjoying the way her lingual muscles massage His thickness, and then He pulls out slowly. Her teeth softly, gently scrape the veined column and she moans as He takes away her object of affection. His knees on either side of her shoulders, His slick cock laid heavily on her delicate face – her tongue darts out, seeking… licking His weighted balls, tracing tiny ridges, washing and drinking the sweet mixture of His seed and her nectar until He was clean. He ran long, strong fingers through her red amber hair – she was a devoted nymphe, a precious commodity to be protected and cherished.
Finally, He unfastens leather, unlocks cuffs – soothes her chaffed wrists and ankles with His tender touch. She reaches for His manicured hand, kisses His fingertips. Her hair-halo frames the soft rosy glow of her now-peaceful face, blue eyes like sapphire stars waiting to set the night afire again. He smiles, she radiates.
Possession, says Order… Obsession, her contented sigh. Journey through an amethyst garden: lavish purple lust lingers in the haze: listen! delphique tenders her beloved Master – hear her whispers echo through the indigo mist.
Copyright 2004, nymphe delphique, for Doric Order
She is drawn to the serene hue, breathing in cold fresh air, her eyes drinking in the full beauty of the moment. As sensory perceptions are instantly transported to her nipples, rising up from rippled areolas – to the round center of her belly, anticipating – clitoris erect and pulsing – every sense alive. She becomes a dreamy, seductive 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 innate freedom in the whispers of an amethyst garden.
He watches her from afar, patiently waiting, impatiently yearning. The purple shadows release His little nymphe, spilling her all at once onto white sheets at His feet. He admires her silky mahogany red tresses, long strands spread over rounded bare shoulders, appraises the soft pale figure, studies her perfectly shaped legs. In a moment, she blinks open eyes as blue as the night sky, and smiles delicate upturned pink lips.
He returns a reserved, pleased smile. Indeed, a fine little creature of nature – prized and dazzling, a unique jewel worthy of His shield.
He beckons her near with a casual 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 long strand of pearls, and violet 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 an uncontrollable, 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 alluring 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 purple gem, and He was Jeweler, crafting a special cut, His own unique amethyst star casting lavender light through 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.
‘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 tight little cunt.’ He doesn’t speak. She hears Him clearly – language conveyed by touch, His authority commanding while bestowing permission.
‘Yes, Master,’ she screams, frantic, pleading… ‘please, Master, feed me with Your cum!’
‘Then you may have it,’ He replies, thrusting over and over, assaulting her with His passion. ‘Feel this, sexy nymphe,’ His sensual growl is deep, decisive, determined. She feels the heat of His explosive rush erupting against her vaginal walls, and she starts to soak in the nourishment. Gasping, holding her breath, eyes rolling back, lids closing tight…
Her orgasm begins at the pit of her belly, in the very center of her being… she tenses, muscles clenching Him inside… release… imprison, then free… again… unending spasms. She struggles against the leather holding her ankles, the cuffs at her wrists. Every muscle in her body contracts, feet arch under, toes curling inward, all in surrender to sweet climax. He presses hard, grinding against her clit, intensifying her mind-blowing release.
He slips from inside the warmth of her wet, pulsing cave, straddles her red mouth, teasing her lips. Hungrily, she begins to lap at His swollen manhood… and He presses forth, seeking the succulent tenderness within. She sucks His length until His testicles touch her chin and His velvet head is buried in her throat. He swallows, enjoying the way her lingual muscles massage His thickness, and then He pulls out slowly. Her teeth softly, gently scrape the veined column and she moans as He takes away her object of affection. His knees on either side of her shoulders, His slick cock laid heavily on her delicate face – her tongue darts out, seeking… licking His weighted balls, tracing tiny ridges, washing and drinking the sweet mixture of His seed and her nectar until He was clean. He ran long, strong fingers through her red amber hair – she was a devoted nymphe, a precious commodity to be protected and cherished.
Finally, He unfastens leather, unlocks cuffs – soothes her chaffed wrists and ankles with His tender touch. She reaches for His manicured hand, kisses His fingertips. Her hair-halo frames the soft rosy glow of her now-peaceful face, blue eyes like sapphire stars waiting to set the night afire again. He smiles, she radiates.
Possession, says Order… Obsession, her contented sigh. Journey through an amethyst garden: lavish purple lust lingers in the haze: listen! delphique tenders her beloved Master – hear her whispers echo through the indigo mist.
Copyright 2004, nymphe delphique, for Doric Order