Gorean Shores Festival Dancers Winners
slaves open and red silk
Open dance winners Ruilans ariel & vega{AK}
Ruilans ariel
*moving to the top of the steps, the tavern entrance, she
cocks a hip, a bright smile on her face, voice lifting over the conversation in
the tavern, she starts to sing, walking slowly down the steps and to the tavern
floor*
Well, ask anyone girls a pretty good slave
And the looks decent wagon didn't pass her by
And there ain't nothin in her past that she's trying hard to hide
So she don't understand why she's gotta wonder why?
*slight cant of head, a shrugging of shoulders at her question, she walks
farther into the tavern, weaving her way around the Masters as They sit, boldly
touching a shoulder here and there, laughter in her voice as she leans close,
singing her question*
What's a girl gotta do to get a Master in this town?
Don't wanna be alone when the sun goes down
Just a strong handsome Master to put my arms around
What's a slave gotta do to get a Man in this town?
*her breath hot against a Masters ear, she jumps back, hands on hips strutting
to the middle of the floor, turns her head, looking at the Men over her
shoulder, a sassy tilt of her hips*
Cruise all around the right piers and docks
little time gets killed alotta bull gets shot
One'll think i’m kinda cute and laugh at every joke i got
when i get to thinkin maybe He's athinkin maybe not.
*turns so she is now facing the Men, her voice sing song, almost conversational,
arms spread, open to Them, palms upwards*
Had a she-urt tell me "girl if you were smart
you'd hit the tarn coot pens or the market on the dock"
So i ran into a Handsome Pirate just a sauntering down on the dock
But all i did was tear His clothes and bump His ass off the dock.
(it was an unfortunate accident, really)
*eyes wide, pausing at the last line, a moment of silence as she scans the room
the picture of wide eyed innocence which she cannot maintain, smoothers a
giggle, falls to her knees in the circle of Men, stretching forward as if to
touch each of Them, voice rising for the final chorus*
What's a girl gotta do to get a Master in this town?
Don't wanna be alone when the sun goes down
Just a strong handsome Master to put my arms around
What's a slave gotta do to get a Man in this town?
*falls forward, prostrate as her song ends*
vega{AK}
her slender arms outstretch like golden wings, a stray
flame of Fire, a slave's flame in whose embrace it would be ethereal bliss to
burn...faces the glowing fire, her face and slender body bathed in its golden
light.
the flames hitting raven black hair that that tumbles to her waist, gliding over
her striking features that are upturned eagerly for its warm touch and wanders
like a lover's hand over the tall, slim body.
the fire seeming to linger on the full, coral tipped breasts, the flat, almost
concave stomach, the curls at the junction of her thighs and the long shapely
legs as she stands there, arms outstretched as if to embrace a lover.
transforming her into a slender flame, sighing with unashamed ecstasy she slowly
pivots, reveling in its warmth, her arms slowly falling to her sides a smile of
pure happiness upon her young face she stalks like a feral creature to the pole.
as if it were her handsome Master calling her forth.
with the first pound of the drum she kicks out her long, golden leg, sending
sand spraying like golden flecks before her as if she is in preparation for
seduction utilizing form and gaze...it lengthens out perfectly straight and
locks...her subtle muscles visibly flexed with the effort upon her slim, lean
body...with the second beat of the drum she lifts her head to the sky...
her long mane of black hair trails down her fine sculpted back...like a dark
waterfall riding all of her waves and curves in a sensual cascade....the drum
begins to beat softly in a gentle rhythm...she arches her back even further
until her tresses of onyx and spine caress the sand and long, slender arms drop
to the glistening flecks as if numb...it is then that her placid features are
replaced by a sultry, erotic look flashing through her eyes of darkness
resembling a vortex.... and capturing within their unknown depths the flickering
flames of the fire...her full, slightly open mouth lifting plump, tempting lips
full of promise of suppressed passion in a most feral smile...
a harsh pound of the drum once more and with the speed of a striking sleen she
wraps the outstretched leg around the pole and simultaneously uncoils and lifts
to grasp the pole with long, gracefully thin fingers tipped with elongated nails
actually digging into the wood...head swiftly turns to scan the crowd that
surrounds her with a wanton look of pure sexuality held in check...eyes of
darkness locking upon her Master. resembling a vortex of time and space...she is
wrapped in crimson silks that shift with every subtle movement she
makes....shifting to reveal a tantalizing slices of enticing flesh in each
movement however subtle...the beat stops as she swiftly sweeps a gaze about with
unnerving eyes as dark as the forest deep...the motion of her head causing her
long black onyx hair to flow within the Wind as she creates the illusion of an
aura of Death...
at this precise moment the silence is deafening as she drags a slight foot...
arcing it through the sand...her jet orbs still scanning the crowed that has
gathered...she appears as though the Spirit of sensuality graced with a
corporeal form...the licks of the Fire dancing and caressing her toned form...a
soft golden aura from the Fire surrounds her as if she is not of this world...as
her arcing foot wraps around the pole as well as if she held a lascivious
dream...from its back thrust position she lifts her torso and head...these too
she brings to the pole...stroking the hardness like the broad chest of her
strong Master with her regally lined cheek...slowly....teasingly...simply
enchanting and sexually unrestrained...breath coming in gasps....as she finishes
one cheek...as she shifts her head to caress the pole with the other cheek...she
kisses the pole with succulent, inviting lips...half savage, almost
violent...making the Fire in her belly flare hotter...
fairly molded and almost one with the pole...like her Master...her soft body
like a sweet, intoxicating Flame...undulating her hips against it...pressing
firm, ripe, upthrust breasts into the pole with the same desirable fashion...all
the while her crimson silks keep giving up their hold upon the silken form
beneath...
the drum taps harshly all of a sudden as she grasps the pole and lifts her body
with one effortless swoop from contact with the ground...sand flying...golden
grains against black tresses...reveling in the exciting twisting....she directs
her gaze now toward the dark sky above as she slithers back down the pole in a
most seductive, serpentine mannerism....as the silks catch and fall free to
reveal her form in its true, naked, displaying herself in beautifully...bronzed
by the Sun...finely toned body sculpted for pleasure and aristocratic features
taunt once again as her sleek form twists, turns, swirls downwards .....giving
to All a clear view...
she turns her head to the left....raises her long slender arms up and over her
head eventually to rest upon the golden grains and lengthy smokey hair on each
side...connects her slim wrists together and closes her eyes....finally in
supplication....corporeal sensuality awaits...spellbound...proud, wild, feral,
again...the cadence of the drum slows as her feet touch the sand...reducing her
speed, with the hot blood pushing her movements...giving off heat...she
straddles the pole...flicks out a tongue to taste battles past and seduce
Onlookers and her Master...she coils again backwards until her head and slight
shoulders rest upon the golden grains and the Fire seems to lick her and ride
her becoming flesh gleaming with moisture like lightening flashes...sculpted
legs still straddling the pole...awaiting His command
red silk winner - aurora{Xg-L}
**~ whispers of her tiny soles silently step forward,
kissing the cool tiles with each step, satiny hips rock sensuously beneath her
silk... long dark tresses sweep around her shoulders and course down the small
of her back, her deep jaded gaze already lost in the transition of her dance ~
the sadness and the loneliness hidden through the gracefulness of her eloquent
features and her dance… silks caressing her lithe form as hips sway gracefully
highlighting the soft curves of her luscious thighs, her nipples taught against
her silks from the chilled air of the evening. iridescent flames from the
tharlarion lamps and torches dance within the sparkling of her dark orbs.
hearing the distant beat of the drums, the sound fills her mind, the rhythm
caresses her flesh as if it were a Master’s touch upon her, a single tear
hidden~**
*her thoughts void of everything and anything but at this time, this moment …the
feeling so strong ~ so intense ~ her inhibitions to be lost, the twisting fire
behind her casting shadows off her sensuous curves …the swell of her ivory
breasts swaying alluringly against her silk ~ a very slow tantalizing rocking of
her hips from side to side ensue, a soft gasp at the intensity she feels
erupting from deep within her ~screaming to be released… fingertips brush across
the roundness of her full breasts in harmony to the beat of her throbbing heart
, the exhilarating gorean music fills the tavern~ adding to the impatience of
her needs*
**~unraveling the loop that binds her silk, licking her lips seductively as that
deep jaded gaze searches out there ~to meet One ~just One ~One for her….silks
flow down against her satiny hips in a swirling cascade ~ as she steps out of
them. slowly the room fills with the soft sounds of flutes and distant drums…
the sounds coiling around her body, filling her ears and awakening deep within
her soul her emotions, her need of submission and servitude, wanting to scream
to the world …she is slave…she can be pleasing and beautiful, … her head tilts
upwards higher ~ the tantalizing sway of her rolling shoulders, breasts lifting
and falling with every movement of her body swaying in erotic motions to the
beat of the kalika and drums~**
*fingertips slide along ivory curves moving towards her neck… entwine in dark
long curls … raising her hair from her slender neck and letting it fan out
across her naked flesh, she begins to swirl and pirouette, the cheeks of her
firm round globes roll as she twirls… her dance becoming frantic with hips
gyrating, turning, spinning on the balls of her feet, little hands clench and
unclench into fists against her thighs releasing unspent energy~ ivory breasts
bouncing invitingly against her chest, captivated with the emotions the music
awakens deep in her soul ~the desire to be taken is clear, lost in her arousal ~
her need of fulfillment buried in the depths of her slave soul, dark pools
dampen with tears as she dances in a desperate plea, her belly and hips
undulate in circles*
~**low hum of raging heat simmer within her naked slave flesh...a shaky breath
inhaled deep as her dancing becoming increasingly more frantic with her hips
gyrating ~eloquent and beautiful ~ a quiet groan of tortured need escapes her
lips ~ soft glistening pinkness of her treasure, dripping with desire completely
exposed ~ hips rocking in cadence to the beats of the pounding tabors, still in
a tantalizing sweep of desires within her dance~**
*finally in dissatisfaction she sinks to her knees...burying her face in her
hands...knowing her deepest uncontrollable need to be touched is not to be
satisfied….yet.
thighs part wide in a rapture of openness, the cold air bathing her slave sex,
shuddering with the delight of her heat and the cool air , unable to stand it
any longer, fingertips reach down to trace the swell of her firm breasts begging
for a Master to watch her, fingers trail over the sleek silken curves of her
body seeking the pinkish kiss of one nipple and with a twist she pinches it
without mercy a cry of need fills the air as her back arches thrusting the
tender throbbing bud further within her hand her moans are wanton filled with
desire, rolling to lie prone upon the tiles ~ the tortured release of her
suppressed needs screaming to be released, dainty toes curling under her,
rounded globes reach back to touch her heels, sliding her belly against the
floor, then to her knees her hips flare out ~crawling piteously back and forth
exhausting her frustrations completely*
~**the melody softens, her body of torrential rapture begins to melt and her
soul searches and finds peace and acceptance knowing she is not allowed to feel
the anguish of loneliness but to feel the warmth and joy of peace and beauty
within her slavery obedience in all that she does ~ a solitude where no one
else can go except that of a girls Master…some day…and she counts the beatings
of her uncontrolled slave heart as the sounds of the flute fade into the
distant, the motions of her small body swaying gently upon her knees, grateful
she is slave bowing her head, her flesh glistening with beads of sweat, soft
dark curls, now damp falling forward to caress her face, her body still with the
exception of her breasts rising and falling with her breaths ~ **
a soft whisper ~la kajira
