Friday, September 25, 2009

Taluna emote


...dreamfully approaches the red rose that grows on the large bush..its scent and colour enchanting her senses..a smile on her lips...looks around through the dense underbrush of the tropical wilderness...slips a finger into her mouth...licks her finger...runs it down over her chin...her throat...arches her back...runs her finger down her cleavage...her belly...leaving a wet trail...goosebumps rising....mmmmh...suddenly reaches behind her back and RIPS her gleaming scimitar out and SLASHES at the bushes and SCREAMS in frustration:'where is HE? my Prince, my Master, my King, my Hero who is wild and strong enough to hold ME tight?'...hisses and SCREAAAAAAAMS and whirls like a furious dancer, her little feet drumming the ground as she whirls! whirls! whirls! hacking and lashing out at the lush green vegetation! leaves, wooden sticks, flowers falling and she dances with her glittering blade like a blur around her, FURIOUSLY letting out the suffering of a Taluna of Gor, her slender brown arm balancing her movements behind her...and suddenly stops!...the blade dropping from her slender little hand...kneels...a little mound on the ground...her face covered by the veil of her hair...tears tracing a wet path down her cheek...leaving black trails of coal eyeliner on her cheeks...splishing on her breasts...tries to blink them away to be able to see again...so full of unfulfilled desire...gulps a sob down...then gathers her strength again and splashes her face with water, cleans up the mess...rises and fast little feet carry her to her camp swiftly...a smile on her face when she sees her Talunas in warpaint...fixing tips of iron to their arrows...crouching low...painting a pattern into the sand for them and with an icy voice she whispers...'Sssissssterssss: tonight there will be WAR!...my scout: let us know, go, my Tor and roll the wardrums, we gather the tribes! pass me my wristband of steel for a shield, when the sun dawns in the grey morning, we will fill the air with our shrill warcries! ...then she leans back and awaits for the events to unfold...closing her eyes...and whispers to her Sisters...'today, Sisters...we will hunt for MEN!'...and she smiles gently as she sees her Sisters giggle and excited voices fill the air like tinkling glass!

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