Within the shallow mists the dark castle loomed clawed in shadows as one may grasp the grandeur of those unseen details through simmering illusions.
Peculiarly light fell on all the windows....
Doors hung dank with chained and wispy shadows,
Guardians one supposed .. to more than average eyes that usually possess more than a hint of the strange, melancholy and depth.
Yet people lived here daily , going about that work meticulous, in it's crafting as it was sombrely beautiful to the eyes of the children playing in the well light garden.
As we zoom through a window on the back of a passing bumble bee ... dropped in the darkly rich flickering shadows by the fire place ,
where sat and old man puffing a pipe in the light of a merrily cracking fire ...
Her eyes distant a servant girl worked upon the table putting layers of wax onto the rich blood mahogany wood table,
Every few seconds her eyes flicked to the memories of her last night, Her eyes closing and opening as memories formed inside her that deepened her connection to the mysterious son of the old man..
Her mind reminiscing on the compelling son, a man coming well into adult life and into a primal energy , Pure feral, lusty spirit, as it was she though dark in his giving love.
Given the heat of the fire she was oddly hot for the small flames, That light her buxom dark red hair with a hint of meandering warmth that did well to light the dark eye pits of her mischievous, warm hearted gift,
Coming here from far off lands her kin where originally from bonny old Albion but her ancestors had stepped on distant shores for generations and as freemen they welcomed the gift of travel.
the night closed in and the sun peaked round the deeply set white capped mountains.. shining on daring temple and bakers alike.
******
as he stepped into the room his eyes glittered in the rainbow hues of the bath tub,
His skin moistening in the steam as he stepped from his bath robe and then shorts to show his form..
a layer of mist forming droplets upon his skin as he sought respite from the daily memories of his lost covern of night wolves.
He rang the bell and the young and the buxom house lady entered , Her maid uniform unruly from a day spent polishing many house hold wears, but her eyes shone with a glittering humour that non could take for worry..
Yes master ? she said politely
i am tired and my eyes need a feast , undress for me. he said sternly but yet a hint of breathy anticipation could not be avoided,
Even for him a man of remarkably strict personal conduct the prospective this lady gave him to his daily worship,
The feminine divine gave his loyalty to the goddess new life,
and he was thankful,
But alas to her within the harvest he was a stern MASTER
but whispering her name she danced ...
dance slowly for me my gentle servant..
She danced winding her hips sensually within the brazen but chaste moves of the Turkish belly dance and as he sat down on the side of the bath she knew his desires...
Those deep passions he practised daily for his desires where worn like tight leather gloves... beautiful dreams gone to the dark syde of shrubbery.
Her hips ladled his lap , She danced her hips caressing his belly and he grappled not to moan his pleasure as his erection rubbed her tight bottom closely..
She lay her hands upon his knees parting them as she wiggled between them , Her hair brushing his face gently..
Standing fully erect he massaged her back with his hands ... her lips parting in a smile,
She lead him to the bath tub and pushed him over the edge with a push and he splashed into the water like a meteor,
The old bath tub rang like a bell and the waters resonated around him as she quickly hoped into the steamy bubbles and arose out of the water glittering as one would see a mirror of pure milk skin.
As she knelled before him in the steamy waters he caressed her hips , relaxed and smiling like a mountain wolf..
Her hands lay by her side her eyes down and her expression showing a state of emotional awakening,
His hands beckoned and she caressed and oiled his chest and shoulders with scented oils from Arabia..
he caressed her skin with firm hand , her body rocking as he embedded his desire through the snake like movements of his handsome hand, fingers working her sex with a persistent passion .. a primal desire..
Her hands and his skin glistening, a shimmer of rainbow's and oily skin ..
Her hands caressed and he played with the side of the bath, The tap turning in his hand to let in more water and he taped the bath hard with his knuckles repeatedly ... the waves of ringing sending both of them waves of pleasure...
gentle ticks of the tock the resounding bell , a wave of warm feeling within her and him.
Her hands worked over his hardening cock, pulling on it like a milk churn..
rubbing her side his fingers caressed her deeply, the heavy tolling of the ringing bath playing vibrations across and into both of them as they made love.
Soft vibrant music like a score of tempting angels whispered within the steamed room, the lovers cries filled the chamber echoing as a song of the deep sea floor.
Peculiarly light fell on all the windows....
Doors hung dank with chained and wispy shadows,
Guardians one supposed .. to more than average eyes that usually possess more than a hint of the strange, melancholy and depth.
Yet people lived here daily , going about that work meticulous, in it's crafting as it was sombrely beautiful to the eyes of the children playing in the well light garden.
As we zoom through a window on the back of a passing bumble bee ... dropped in the darkly rich flickering shadows by the fire place ,
where sat and old man puffing a pipe in the light of a merrily cracking fire ...
Her eyes distant a servant girl worked upon the table putting layers of wax onto the rich blood mahogany wood table,
Every few seconds her eyes flicked to the memories of her last night, Her eyes closing and opening as memories formed inside her that deepened her connection to the mysterious son of the old man..
Her mind reminiscing on the compelling son, a man coming well into adult life and into a primal energy , Pure feral, lusty spirit, as it was she though dark in his giving love.
Given the heat of the fire she was oddly hot for the small flames, That light her buxom dark red hair with a hint of meandering warmth that did well to light the dark eye pits of her mischievous, warm hearted gift,
Coming here from far off lands her kin where originally from bonny old Albion but her ancestors had stepped on distant shores for generations and as freemen they welcomed the gift of travel.
the night closed in and the sun peaked round the deeply set white capped mountains.. shining on daring temple and bakers alike.
******
as he stepped into the room his eyes glittered in the rainbow hues of the bath tub,
His skin moistening in the steam as he stepped from his bath robe and then shorts to show his form..
a layer of mist forming droplets upon his skin as he sought respite from the daily memories of his lost covern of night wolves.
He rang the bell and the young and the buxom house lady entered , Her maid uniform unruly from a day spent polishing many house hold wears, but her eyes shone with a glittering humour that non could take for worry..
Yes master ? she said politely
i am tired and my eyes need a feast , undress for me. he said sternly but yet a hint of breathy anticipation could not be avoided,
Even for him a man of remarkably strict personal conduct the prospective this lady gave him to his daily worship,
The feminine divine gave his loyalty to the goddess new life,
and he was thankful,
But alas to her within the harvest he was a stern MASTER
but whispering her name she danced ...
dance slowly for me my gentle servant..
She danced winding her hips sensually within the brazen but chaste moves of the Turkish belly dance and as he sat down on the side of the bath she knew his desires...
Those deep passions he practised daily for his desires where worn like tight leather gloves... beautiful dreams gone to the dark syde of shrubbery.
Her hips ladled his lap , She danced her hips caressing his belly and he grappled not to moan his pleasure as his erection rubbed her tight bottom closely..
She lay her hands upon his knees parting them as she wiggled between them , Her hair brushing his face gently..
Standing fully erect he massaged her back with his hands ... her lips parting in a smile,
She lead him to the bath tub and pushed him over the edge with a push and he splashed into the water like a meteor,
The old bath tub rang like a bell and the waters resonated around him as she quickly hoped into the steamy bubbles and arose out of the water glittering as one would see a mirror of pure milk skin.
As she knelled before him in the steamy waters he caressed her hips , relaxed and smiling like a mountain wolf..
Her hands lay by her side her eyes down and her expression showing a state of emotional awakening,
His hands beckoned and she caressed and oiled his chest and shoulders with scented oils from Arabia..
he caressed her skin with firm hand , her body rocking as he embedded his desire through the snake like movements of his handsome hand, fingers working her sex with a persistent passion .. a primal desire..
Her hands and his skin glistening, a shimmer of rainbow's and oily skin ..
Her hands caressed and he played with the side of the bath, The tap turning in his hand to let in more water and he taped the bath hard with his knuckles repeatedly ... the waves of ringing sending both of them waves of pleasure...
gentle ticks of the tock the resounding bell , a wave of warm feeling within her and him.
Her hands worked over his hardening cock, pulling on it like a milk churn..
rubbing her side his fingers caressed her deeply, the heavy tolling of the ringing bath playing vibrations across and into both of them as they made love.
Soft vibrant music like a score of tempting angels whispered within the steamed room, the lovers cries filled the chamber echoing as a song of the deep sea floor.
Beautifully written.
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