(based on the Gor fiction by John Norman) * From within the confines of the large tent issued forth the slave girl's husky moan. The tent's interior was lit by several brass oil-lamps, their Terran Moorish origins obvious. The mellow light spread evenly within the sail-canvas walls, highlighting the exotic girl of copper and her master, a dark brown skinn...
"That's it! Come here now!" His words echoed through her soul but she knew she had done wrong. Her head was lowered as she walked nervously to Him standing before Him. Her gaze only looking at His knees as she sees Him sitting before her, as her hands nervously pinch at her jeans. He watches her movements, smiling to Himself as He sees her fidgeting nervous...
Rose could smell it as soon as she walked into the Master's study. Leather. Lots and lots of leather. Everywhere she looked there was leather. Leather upholstery, padded leather walls, a leather topped desk on one side of the room. And, her host, Master UrLord was decked out in a tight brown leather outfit which shone in the light of the lamps he had lit b...
(based on the Gorean fiction by John Norman) * In the side garden courtyard of the Mfalme's Residence a black desert kaiila was saddled. The reins of the snorting high-strung stallion were held by a kijakazi-groom from the stables. The tall animal dwarfed the demur slavegirl in her yellow work-tunic. Given the extreme heat and humidity of the upcountry...
Jamilla Looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The Reflection she saw was one that she didn't believe. Her mousy hair was now shades lighter and shone in the light. A simple black leather tie held is back. Her once Boyishly body was scrubbed clean and now looked like a beautiful young woman. The simple layers of silk showed and flattered curves she nev...
(author's note - due to so many complaining over the capitalization use and online mannerisms, i have stopped Capping the Free. it really isn't a big deal, just tired of hearing about it. ALSO...i ain't John Norman, this isn't written as a continuation of his stories...that would be illegal...DUH! This is a storyline of my online life in Gorean chat...don't...
Soft whispered steps carry her toward her Master. Her slender frame lowers to kneel at his feet. Milky thighs pull apart widely as a firm ass settles back to cupped feet, small hands caressing the ample curves and resting to face the moons of Gor. Her back arches upward as full breasts press forward, revealing hardened nipples under the crimson fabric. Her h...
*Long ringlets painted with the velvet soft canvass of midnights sky snap savagely in the brisk breeze. Turquoise eyes gaze out over the deep rich green of the Thassa. Flesh caressed with the soft lingering kiss of the suns rays baths in the white spray of the salty water as it crashes against the rocks under her feet. The craggy shards of granite poke up in...
I waited until I was sure my Mistress had gone before cautiously raising my head from the ground to look about me. As I knelt upright, I winced. My left buttock ached sharply where she had sunk her teeth. The afternoon was starting to turn towards night. The air was cooler on my bare skin. I shivered and stood. Entering my Mistress's hut, I had first to wai...
Ally smiled tenderly as her hands glided over the soft, luscious skin of the girl sharing her furs. "We go tomorrow night," she whispered. "Are you ready?" July looked up, her slim body quivering as the Gorean girl carressed her. "I-I don't know." she answered honestly. "You'll do fine. Just listen to Darkness, keep your eyes open-and run when we tell you...