Post by sari on May 20, 2007 14:08:30 GMT -5
The Need Dance
By sari {property of Doc}
Her exquisite, lovely tanned form was silent, unmoving, muscles taut and strained as she stood in complete silence waiting for the drums to begin. Her long dark cascades of silky black hair covered parts of her delicate features. She has small finger cymbols on her first fingers only, like that of a gypsy dancer but these were part of her history, from being in the desert, girls danced with these cymbols. She stood so her side was facing the crowd, her facial features hidden in the confines of her hair and her left hip was pushed upward in a thrust for emphasis, her arms wrapped about her small waist crossing each other. The beats of the drum began, they were loud and dramatic, hard and echoing about the dance area. Slowly her head rolled starting from left where her chin had been dipped down near her shoulder and rolling towards the right side of her body, slow, in a fluid motion her head swung in a gentle circle toward the back where strands of silky hair covered parts of her face and some of the tips caressed the small of her delicately arched back. Suddenly her head shot up and she looked straight ahead, slowly her hips began to sway from side to side in a teasing gentle rocking motion as her fingers caressed over her smooth soft skin, teasing, touching. There was an air of arrogance she displayed in her face, the way she looked out over the crowd as she had no cares, she would tease the Masters with no indifference. Fingers tracing over her flat taut belly, tracing as she took her first steps forward, her hips gracefully giving way to a thrust which emphasized her hips as she walked, but they werent sporatic, her body only moved in fluid motions, every move she made was smooth and determined. Her fingers caressed up over her breasts as she walked to the beat of the drums, walking toward the Masters she danced for, not meeting their eyes but determined that she would not give them what they seeked or wanted….her rape. She stopped for a moment, the toes of her small right foot dug into the sand where she stopped and with a flick of her foot she sent sand flying backwards away from her, she was going to show the Masters her defiance. She smirked softly with that and a gentle teasing grin formed on her soft full pouty lips. The beat of the drums continued to beat loudly, nonrelentless and heavy.
Now she twirled away from the crowd, leaving the scent of her jasmine scent soap to linger in the air, leaving its trace upon the air as she moved away from the area. Her arms spread out to her sides revealing her naked form, the muscles in her legs evident and straining as she was on tip toes twirling in a circle, her long dark hair whipped about the air as she turned quickly. She stopped suddenly as did the beat of the drums for only a pause. She remained on tip toes and her chest was now beginning to show the needs of her body, it slowly rose and fell with her gentle breathing, a need was beginning to surface, a need that she was wanting to hide. She has not been raped yet but her body was feeling the arose through the music. This dance was one of elegant, heavy, dramatic dancing. Her back was to the crowd, her fingers began with the cymbols now, the small tinkling of cymbol beats arose in the air around her matching the beat of the drums. Her arms still out to the sides of her body she tinked the cymbols as her hips moved in a figure eight. Her back arched a bit deeper revealing the delicate intricate detail of her spine and the way her full breasts would rise toward the sky. She twinkled the cymbols expertly as her body expressed the desire to be touched now. She was becoming aware of her sexual desires and the need her body has felt for days now was beginning to show. Her uneasiness about being wanted, her desire to be raped and fulfilled. Slowly her left foot planted on the ground and her right leg bent at the knee drawing her leg up and out to the side of her body so it was perfectly straight out to the side and her toes were pointed again revealing the taut muscles from years of dancing. Her fingers still chimed the cymbols while her wrists moved slowly in circular motions. Her leg bent at the knee and she swung it once, twice and third time in a circular motion in the air.
Her leg dropped and stepped forward bouncing off that leg so her body jumped in the air and her legs bent, her back fully arched as her long silky tresses flipped in the air. She landed and twirled toward the Masters once more in her obvious showing of need and desperate to be found pleasing now. She fell to her knees in the soft sand, her fingers dropped to her knees and slowly she began to part her own thighs, her soft dark gaze lingered over the crowd in a wanton needy fashion. A small moan escaped through her full pouty soft lips, her fingers dancing up along the insides of her thighs as she forced them open, parting them wide. Her arms came up before her, her fingers playing the cymbols again and her hips thrusted forward, they gently rolled forward in fluid motions, her ass lifting off her hells so she could present her need and desires for the Masters. Slowly as her hips rolled forward in a grinding motion her back arched, a deep arch where her head fell back and the tips of her hair touched the sands behind her. Her full breasts heaved with her breathing, her panting of desire and wanting to be taken..to be raped. She held this position where every muscle was pulled and strained, her hips rolled and begged to be taken. Her scent lingered in the air about her needy form, the scent of sexual desire, hoping to lure them toward her. Slowly she began to uncurl from the back bend, her small form still on her knees lifted off her ass. The fingers of right hand came down to cup between her smooth thighs to her shaved smoothness of desire. She slapped between her thighs and she gasped softly, her slaps matched the beat of the drums and her hips jerked and thrusted forward to meet her fingers. She moaned out and almost screamed her desires, this very *friendly* person was definitely needing.
Her thighs then slapped closed and she rolled on the ground to her right kicking up the soft sands and she layed back, her dark soft hair fanned out around the sands like a waterfall. Her breathing was quick now, quick from desire and need. Her back arched violently off the ground as her fingers dug into the soft sand at her sides, gripping the sands if her life depended on it though the sands only slipped through her fingers, just as her need was. She relaxed back against the sand, her legs bent at the knee and they parted, she lifted her ass off the sands in a gentle thrusting motion, once…twice…three times they rolled upward off the sands. She was desperate now in her need, it was quite evidence but the wetness of her thighs and the sand that clung to her skin from the dampness. The drums were coming to a close and she rolled away to her stomach pushing up on her hands and knees, the desire to please so strong she couldn’t even get off the sands. She crawled, the look on her delicate features pleading, that fierce look of wanton need in her eyes, almost wild and crazy like. She crawled toward the Masters, hips swaying seductively. As she approached she slowed in her crawl and came to kneel, her thighs spread wide and her head fell low to hang showing her need to give up and give in to her…..rape.
End
By sari {property of Doc}
Her exquisite, lovely tanned form was silent, unmoving, muscles taut and strained as she stood in complete silence waiting for the drums to begin. Her long dark cascades of silky black hair covered parts of her delicate features. She has small finger cymbols on her first fingers only, like that of a gypsy dancer but these were part of her history, from being in the desert, girls danced with these cymbols. She stood so her side was facing the crowd, her facial features hidden in the confines of her hair and her left hip was pushed upward in a thrust for emphasis, her arms wrapped about her small waist crossing each other. The beats of the drum began, they were loud and dramatic, hard and echoing about the dance area. Slowly her head rolled starting from left where her chin had been dipped down near her shoulder and rolling towards the right side of her body, slow, in a fluid motion her head swung in a gentle circle toward the back where strands of silky hair covered parts of her face and some of the tips caressed the small of her delicately arched back. Suddenly her head shot up and she looked straight ahead, slowly her hips began to sway from side to side in a teasing gentle rocking motion as her fingers caressed over her smooth soft skin, teasing, touching. There was an air of arrogance she displayed in her face, the way she looked out over the crowd as she had no cares, she would tease the Masters with no indifference. Fingers tracing over her flat taut belly, tracing as she took her first steps forward, her hips gracefully giving way to a thrust which emphasized her hips as she walked, but they werent sporatic, her body only moved in fluid motions, every move she made was smooth and determined. Her fingers caressed up over her breasts as she walked to the beat of the drums, walking toward the Masters she danced for, not meeting their eyes but determined that she would not give them what they seeked or wanted….her rape. She stopped for a moment, the toes of her small right foot dug into the sand where she stopped and with a flick of her foot she sent sand flying backwards away from her, she was going to show the Masters her defiance. She smirked softly with that and a gentle teasing grin formed on her soft full pouty lips. The beat of the drums continued to beat loudly, nonrelentless and heavy.
Now she twirled away from the crowd, leaving the scent of her jasmine scent soap to linger in the air, leaving its trace upon the air as she moved away from the area. Her arms spread out to her sides revealing her naked form, the muscles in her legs evident and straining as she was on tip toes twirling in a circle, her long dark hair whipped about the air as she turned quickly. She stopped suddenly as did the beat of the drums for only a pause. She remained on tip toes and her chest was now beginning to show the needs of her body, it slowly rose and fell with her gentle breathing, a need was beginning to surface, a need that she was wanting to hide. She has not been raped yet but her body was feeling the arose through the music. This dance was one of elegant, heavy, dramatic dancing. Her back was to the crowd, her fingers began with the cymbols now, the small tinkling of cymbol beats arose in the air around her matching the beat of the drums. Her arms still out to the sides of her body she tinked the cymbols as her hips moved in a figure eight. Her back arched a bit deeper revealing the delicate intricate detail of her spine and the way her full breasts would rise toward the sky. She twinkled the cymbols expertly as her body expressed the desire to be touched now. She was becoming aware of her sexual desires and the need her body has felt for days now was beginning to show. Her uneasiness about being wanted, her desire to be raped and fulfilled. Slowly her left foot planted on the ground and her right leg bent at the knee drawing her leg up and out to the side of her body so it was perfectly straight out to the side and her toes were pointed again revealing the taut muscles from years of dancing. Her fingers still chimed the cymbols while her wrists moved slowly in circular motions. Her leg bent at the knee and she swung it once, twice and third time in a circular motion in the air.
Her leg dropped and stepped forward bouncing off that leg so her body jumped in the air and her legs bent, her back fully arched as her long silky tresses flipped in the air. She landed and twirled toward the Masters once more in her obvious showing of need and desperate to be found pleasing now. She fell to her knees in the soft sand, her fingers dropped to her knees and slowly she began to part her own thighs, her soft dark gaze lingered over the crowd in a wanton needy fashion. A small moan escaped through her full pouty soft lips, her fingers dancing up along the insides of her thighs as she forced them open, parting them wide. Her arms came up before her, her fingers playing the cymbols again and her hips thrusted forward, they gently rolled forward in fluid motions, her ass lifting off her hells so she could present her need and desires for the Masters. Slowly as her hips rolled forward in a grinding motion her back arched, a deep arch where her head fell back and the tips of her hair touched the sands behind her. Her full breasts heaved with her breathing, her panting of desire and wanting to be taken..to be raped. She held this position where every muscle was pulled and strained, her hips rolled and begged to be taken. Her scent lingered in the air about her needy form, the scent of sexual desire, hoping to lure them toward her. Slowly she began to uncurl from the back bend, her small form still on her knees lifted off her ass. The fingers of right hand came down to cup between her smooth thighs to her shaved smoothness of desire. She slapped between her thighs and she gasped softly, her slaps matched the beat of the drums and her hips jerked and thrusted forward to meet her fingers. She moaned out and almost screamed her desires, this very *friendly* person was definitely needing.
Her thighs then slapped closed and she rolled on the ground to her right kicking up the soft sands and she layed back, her dark soft hair fanned out around the sands like a waterfall. Her breathing was quick now, quick from desire and need. Her back arched violently off the ground as her fingers dug into the soft sand at her sides, gripping the sands if her life depended on it though the sands only slipped through her fingers, just as her need was. She relaxed back against the sand, her legs bent at the knee and they parted, she lifted her ass off the sands in a gentle thrusting motion, once…twice…three times they rolled upward off the sands. She was desperate now in her need, it was quite evidence but the wetness of her thighs and the sand that clung to her skin from the dampness. The drums were coming to a close and she rolled away to her stomach pushing up on her hands and knees, the desire to please so strong she couldn’t even get off the sands. She crawled, the look on her delicate features pleading, that fierce look of wanton need in her eyes, almost wild and crazy like. She crawled toward the Masters, hips swaying seductively. As she approached she slowed in her crawl and came to kneel, her thighs spread wide and her head fell low to hang showing her need to give up and give in to her…..rape.
End