Thursday, June 28, 2012

...I close my eyes...and dream of you...

...I close my eyes...and dream of you...

*...see your smile on your tender lips...your cute sweet nose... ...your sensual long slender neck...and I entwine my fingers with yours......I slip into your arms...like a little soft kitten...moulding myself to you...my arms around you....sigh in pleasure when you hold me tight...breathe the scent in your magic tender hair....so tender...so alluring...so feminine....so fresh and lively...so sensual!...feel you, your tender hands and like a thirsty one I kiss you...my fingertips slip into your dark hair....looking up to you and drink you in...breathe you, taste you, want you, touch you with my body, my hands, my thighs, my lips...

"...do you hear the dragon breathe like a moan?"

the hiss and the thundering boom, the white foam, the crest rolling, weightlessly, heavily, endlessly heavy, droning, hammering on the dragon`s rock

..and I feel you on me...so strong, so muscled, so elegant like the black great cat on me...hot you..hot us, my taught belly quivers in the erotic tension and I feel you with all my senses...open my lips, begging for your kiss...lick my lips and feel you breathe on me, feel you drink me, your long hair touching my face, my shoulder like a soft hand, our breasts rolling between us, your round shoulder, your glittering eyes, stars in the heaven of my love...BITING you, fly with you you in me, hold me tight! and I sing the melody that you play on my body, the song that you play on my soul, the love that you play on my heart....sing to you with all that is me, sing the song of love for you...kiss you, your hair, your long slender legs, and I let go when you tie me up and cum and moan in my heavenly bliss!! fly for you, a moment of eternity, hold me! I breathe for you, scream for you, feel of you, listen to the dragon, moaning, the wave rolling droning thundering against the dragon rock and into the cave and hissing HIGH spurts the moist breath of the sea, rushing gurgling, into me, the Dragons breath in my ears and I fly held by you in me, your garden:

"it is like this, to float weightlessly?"

"thank you my love, to show me all these beautiful colours, these lights, the sound of the harp that sings the song of love"

"it is so beautiful in your garden, all these flowers, my love please may I stay a bit?"

"I take your hand, I follow you, follow you and walk the rainbow with you, which is your colour? I wear the dress for you, the red one that you like on me!"

and the wave draws back into the deep turquoise sea, dripping, glittering in the bright white sun, back into my depths, stay in me, stay a little, enjoy, feel me for you, feel how I breathe, feel how my heart beats fast for you, feel how I live in your heart and you in mine, feel how you are in my veins, in my mind, part of me like I am part of you, your wildness, love, warmth!
look, my garden in my heart, my love are you well?...the sea, the rainbow, the fairy, I breathe you, feel you*...

and I open my eyes and look at you and whisper..."I missed you my tender love"

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Leave a message!


Hello,
this is the website of the Surgeon Dr. Larah. If you fill your Adress in below I will tell the Doctor. Then she can do the operation at your place and you do not have to come to her.

Thank you

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

since ancient times...


the ancient seat of the knights…
medieval times dripping down…
hovering like the blurry fog of time on the dais…
the dusty scent of forever breathing blackened wood filling my senses…
and I wiggle my knees…
my long skirt drifting around my legs reassuringly..
like a long forgotten song…

and from deep down in my belly…
or the back of my mind…
the strings of the harp I feel…
so ready to sing the song of love…
for you…
I open my lips and feel my heart…
beat faster…
my hand wanders up to my heart…
my fingertips sensing the love…
listening…closing my eyes…
to the strings of the harp…
singing my love for you…
feel the vibrating strings in my belly…
connecting my soul to yours…
my fingers close around the ancient carved wood
of the seat of the knights…
the white veil…
casting me into solitude…
amplifying my need for you…

holding tight to the strings…
that sing my love for you…
since ancient times…

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wind in my hair


the aeolian harp sings its lonesome song of magic…
glow eyed witches and ghost lights hiss through the nightly city

run, Larah run!

raindrops in my long red hair…

jinnies JUMP at me, rustling out of the fallen leaves, their bony fingers stretched out to me

tap tap tap…

run Larah run!

Stardust, glittering on my sweaty moist skin

the Fairy of Mists and Fogs lures her fairysong in the drifting, whirling shimmering lights…

tap tap tap….

time of the storms of the equinoxe!

the shocked deer barks into the night

tap tap tap

the howling storm brutally whipping rolling hills and bleak lands…

driving windtorn ripped fat clouds along in rage

drags on me, battling me

tap tap tap…

my little feet splishing the wet path

rainborn giants stomping over the country

reaching out for farms and villages, harvesting

the fruit of ghostly battle on the catalaunian fields, sown by the black Norns

tap tap tap…

I SCREAM against the wind and my hair caresses my face and my neck…

tap tap tap…

thinking of you…the wan yellowish evening light casting Aphrodites’ makeup on our faces…

my tender and beautiful beloved

you, my beautiful angel of love…

Friday, September 30, 2011

Mists....


The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted waters as we voyage across the dark icy sea, towards the unknown...Above, the bright winter's moon emerges from a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhes upon the midnight waves, swirled by the cold, whispering wind which catches our great sail, pushing us onwards, ever onwards... And beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of night is as strong and heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the elder Isle of Mists... that grim and mistery-haunted place which beckons me to its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and entwined in the
mantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must hearken to its ethereal call... for maybe the gods have decreed this to be my final voyage...
(Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-Dark Seas)

Friday, August 26, 2011

Silence

I can, I can be silent...silence of the night, the large massive gate swinging shut and it locks with a metallic snap, time for Tears…
I am running, running fast, running with my body, heart and soul, I am running, my little feet hit the path, tap tap tap…
Appointments in Concrete, Crashing new buildings, earthquake in Japan, dental fracture dropping from overhead, the Crane, do the Crane for me, do it now, low, lift your hands, lift your hands higher, THAT is your compensation, elegant, push your foot forwards, backwards, lower, no on tiptoes, lower look at the crane, BE the crane, a cup of rice, always hungry, every day, every minute, hungry, woah I am hungry...tap tap tap....
tap tap tap in the jungles, a film of water, of sweat on my skin, I am running…
tap tap tap, I lie on my bed and sweat...
tap tap tap, the wings of the chopper…
tap tap tap, I watch the snail crawl along the edge of a razor. That's my dream, that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a razor... and surviving…voices…like the whisper of the wind in the dry grass, like the feet of a rat on broken glass in the cellar, shadow without colour the rainbow vanishing in the dark clouds of night, NOOOOOOOOW! FLY! CRANE!
tap tap tap I am running, that is how the world ends, not with a bang, with a whimper…
tap tap tap

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Women on Gor


I write a lot about Talunas, about Gor in general, about men, about submission. Women on Gor come so natural to me that I never thought our role could be anything to ponder about.
But maybe I should. I made a little test for you, that’s funnier to read. Behind each point are the Role numbers, so if your answer is “yes” consider the roles that the numbers refer to.

1. are you a woman (1)
2. Do you own a sim? (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,11)
3. are you new to Gor? (2)
4. Do you have patience? (2,3,10,11)
5. did you read the books? (2,3,4,5,8,10,11)
6. do you like cybering a lot? (1,2,4,5,8)
7. do you like pew pew? (4,5,6,8,11)
8. do you like the crackling sizzling atmosphere of flirting with several men at the same time? (1,4,5,8,9)
10. Do you have a lot of fun in dressing up in elaborate gowns? (1,3)
11. Do you think steel around your neck is thrilling? (2)
12. Do you like to be guided? (2,3)
13. Are you looking for rl? (1)
14. Are you enjoying roleplay? (2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,11)
15. Do you enjoy “fishing” (1,2,4,5)
16. Are you wild, independent arrogant and dominant? (1,7)
17. Do you enjoy capture rp? (4,5,6,11)
18. Do you enjoy travelling Gor? (3,9,11)
19. Do you obey? (2,3)
20. Are you well organized? (1,3,10)
21. Can you accept another’s leadership? (1,2,3,4,5,8)
22. Are you a bit shy? (2,3)
23. Are you lesbian? (1,6)
24. Do you have a helpful personality? (1,2,3)
25. Do you enjoy shopping? (3,5)
26. Are you poor? (1,2,3,4,5,6,8,9,11)
27. Are you a scripter? (1,3,7,8,10)
28. Are you a builder? (1,3,4,5,6,7,8,10)
29. Are you a sculpter? (1,10)
30. Are you a party girl? (1,4,5,6,8,9,10)
31. Do you prefer to not be with only one man? (1,6,9)
32. Are you a true Domme? (1,7)
33. Are you convinced that you (and a few selected friends) know exactly how online Gor should be? (1, 10,11)
34. Would you like to try out new ideas? (1,10)
35. Do you think this test is not for you? (11)
Answers:
1.Leave Gor
2. Become a Kajira
3. Become a Freewoman
4. Become an Outlaw
5. Become a Mercenary
6. Become a Panther
7. Become a Taluna
8. Become a Mamba
9. Become an Urth
10. Silly you, this test is not for you!
11. You are the PERFECT Gorean!
All right. You see all my replies are unfair. I love that. Because ME I am Taluna and I write act like I want.
I love the massive controversies us Goreans immerse in. Our basic discussions are the best ever, especially if enriched with quotes from the books. THAT is the ultimate weapon that can be wielded and counteracted for WEEKS!
"We grow fond of our myths. Yet our myths are like walls of straw. Ultimately they must perish in the flames of truth." Page 257 - Guardsman of Gor