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113 lines
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Dark Tower of Desire
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(c) Sister 1994
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It was another cold dark night. The castle walls seemed to
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mock me with their wanting. They seemed desolate since my dark
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lover left several weeks ago. I felt his presence in every room.
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Everything seemed to remind me of him is some peculiar way. I
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felt him calling out to me. Days had become weeks, and the nights
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were never ending. Soon his attraction grew to strong for me to
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withstand anymore. I felt his temptation crying out to me from
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across the miles of unending emerald forest, past the tranquil
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bottomless lagoon that lay between me and the object of my dark
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hunger.
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The snow, like ethereal unblemished lacework covered the
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branches of the evergreen trees I passed, providing an innocent
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atmosphere for me to wander through. There was a tranquility
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that left a serene feeling in the air. The fragrance of Pine and
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the splendor of the freshly fallen snow only seemed to ignite my
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ache and incite me onward.
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Upon reaching the tower I found the gate and the drawbridge
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to be open, taunting my weakness to withstand his plea. As I
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grasp for the elaborate knocker the door it swings open to reveal
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him positioned just inside.
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He stands in the aperture. Veiled in a delicate strands of
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candlelight. His dusky hair tumbles around his shoulders and
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frames his face with a dark halo. His hands are insolently
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positioned on his hips. His words are clouded with more than
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haughtiness. Some curious alien passion had him in it's clutch.
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"Bridgette...." in a voice twisted with need and yet
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restrained, by....? Could it be apprehension perhaps? "I prayed
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you would come...but I dared not to hope!"
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The candlelight twinkled in his intense blue eyes. Gazing
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into his eyes I lost all perception of time and movement. I felt
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his arms fasten around me. I let out a small moan. With a swift
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urgency he took advantage of that and ravenously explored my face
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and mouth. His need, his hunger, his love were mirrored in his
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eyes. I could refuse him nothing.
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I raised my hands to cradle his face, to draw him nearer. He
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moaned and maneuvered me up against the wall, molding his body to
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mine. I feal his palms stroke my breast through the thin fabric
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of my attire. He hunts for and finds my nipples, they harden at
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his touch. He takes his thumb and forefinger and plays with them,
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teasing them, until they are rigid with desire. He then pulls my
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bodice down to bare my heaving breasts to his gaze.
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With hawk-like precision he lowers his mouth to one rosy
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peak. He devours it with the hunger of a winter-starved wolf. His
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tongue and teeth blazed paths of exquisite abandon across the
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flesh of my neck and breasts. Our bodies seemed to fairly burn
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with an irresistible heat, and neither of us can bear the
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hindrance of clothing against our skin any longer. Piece by
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piece my clothing is discard, until I am standing there exposed
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to his passion.
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Like a great hawk, he swept me up and carried me through the
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night-dark passageway to his chamber. The room is alive with
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scented candles. He carries me over to his bed and loving
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arranges me in the center. He removes his shirt to reveal the
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massive expanse of his chest. It was covered with a dusky
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covering of hair that traveled down his torso and into his
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waistband.
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He joined me in the center of the bed, kicking off his boots
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before his skins meets mine again. Our every nerve sang with the
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pleasures we rediscovered the thrill of skin against skin. His
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hands, as if beset by magic, wove spells of rapture, dancing
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along my startled flesh, even as I sought out the sweet wand of
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his own erotic sorcery and claimed it between my worshipful
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hands. I caress it through the fabric of his breeches,
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transporting him enthralled heights. He moans and moves my hands
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away. He nibbles at my ear and down the column of my neck. He
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raises my arms above my head and ravages each rosy peak offering
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themselves to his longing. In my passion aroused state I do not
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heed his securing my arms to the bedposts.
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He lowers himself down my body to settle between my thighs.
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He reaches down to place a feathery kiss on my nether lips, I
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gasp. He slowly licks them from crest to base, swirling just
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around the outside. He reaches over the edge of the bed to
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collect something unseen from my position. He takes what appears
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to be infinity to return. When he does I am expecting his tongue
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to again work it's magic in it's stead my netherlips are
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subjected to a different type of onslaught. He slowly drizzles
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a warm nectar across the outer lips."Ah-hh!" I moan. "Honey only
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to blend with your own honeyed liquid," he explains,"but never as
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pleasant as your own honey!"
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Then he replaces his lips back to my netherlips. His tongue
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dips inmost my quivering folds, mixing the warmed honey with that
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of my own. Then his tongue uncovers the core of my desire. He
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takes it inside his mouth and slowly suckles on it nibbling and
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sucking, driving me with wanton lust. I buck up toward him like a
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jousting knight riding out to confront my certain destiny.
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I feal a boiling building up in my loins. My body becomes rigid
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as I climax.
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Sedated and still glowing from the aftermath you stand up
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from the bed and slowly remove the last vestige of his clothing.
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His manhood stands out as an fierce Knight's lance. He rejoins me
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in the center of the bed. He positions himself about me, prepared
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to do battle with his lance. He slowly lowers himself inside. It
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seems an forever as he inches his way inside.
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Then he slowly strokes in and out careful to caress the core
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of my womanhod with each stroke. Is seems to be eternity as he
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continues to stroke inside of me. I again start to feal the slow
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boil in my loins. He then lowers his head to suckle on one rosy
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peak, nibbling and tweaking the tip as he strokes in and out. As
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the boil starts to mount I start to buck, as if riding a wild
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untamed stallion. Meeting his downward thrusts with upward ones
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of my own, endeavoring to get more of him inside. Finallydeep
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inside my seething core, I felt the coming impolsion. The
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mystical force spoke between us like a drumbeat, at first far
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off, moving closer and closer still, until at last, we were
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drowned by a thundering torrent of the most divine pleasure we
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had ever known.... At least until I get unbound!
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