Lust's Corner

[Erotica_Writings]

Happy 4th y'all and be safe today with those fire works
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[Victoria_2001_02769]

Happy 4th y'all and be safe today with those fire works
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Good Morning to you, Sweeter Sis! And a Happy 4th to you as well. Hope you like my idea for Raven... as a sign of remembrance from you. You be careful too, ya hear? {{{{EW}}}}

 

[LustfulOne50]

Wishing a Safe and happy Forth to everyone...Ladies and ^5 Gents

Being a fireworks addict...believe me when say...alway wait after you light any fireworks and it doen't go off ..for some of the cheap fuses lay and smolder for up to 10 minutes or more....alway water the area you will be seting off fireworks ...to keep down the possibility of grass fires. and keep the water hose close by for ready use.

Have fun but be safe doing it.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

HAPPY 4th to Lusty and to one and all!


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Victoria
Editor-in-chief

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Good Morning to you, Sweeter Sis! And a Happy 4th to you as well. Hope you like my idea for Raven... as a sign of remembrance from you. You be careful too, ya hear? {{{{EW}}}}

I just starter posting pics some of last night for Raven and some of family and friends too... well gots to run out and check on the kids make sure they ain't drowning in the pond...Catch you later sweet sis.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

I just starter posting pics some of last night for Raven and some of family and friends too... well gots to run out and check on the kids make sure they ain't drowning in the pond...Catch you later sweet sis.

Ok Sweeter Sis! kiss: Ciao bella!

 

[biggbear8]

Thank you Victoria hugs kisses

I would like to thank Victoria for editing this story I hope that everyone enjoys it

Piano man
written by biggbear8
edited bu Victoria


Tanner McCloud has been writing the music for his new show Emotions of Lust. He’d even gone so far as to hire the orchestra. But the main focal point was still missing.

He needed a dancer, not just any dancer, she had to have a special quality, a special eccentricity... she had to be electric! He didn’t want a stripper, of that he was sure. But, what he did want, what he did need... was a choreographer and a dancer. Someone who would feel the intense passionate movements of his work, and make it into an erotic dance.

Sitting at his work table trying to write an ad for the newspaper, piece after piece of scrap paper are discarded and scatter as they hit the floor.

“How can I find what I need, if I can’t word what I want?”

He put his head on the table with a slight thud, “ Ok, here it goes again”

“Wanted: a choreographer/dancer for a new show. Need someone with the insight to make her movements, bring to life... the erotic, intense, and sated rhythm of my music. Apply in person with photo and resume, to: 17256 W. State Street, Monday - Thursday, between 9a.m. and 3p.m."


Lana Rhodes is fed up with her job, her boss, and the hours she has to work. Being a cashier just wasn’t what she had intended to do with her life, She was a dancer, a choreographer by training, but that business is hard to break into unless you know someone or are one of the few “lucky ones” that have everything handed to them.

"That certainly isn’t me," she thought. It’s not like she is ugly, or can’t dance; quite the contrary, she is beautiful, and has excellent moves. She just didn’t have the money.


Lana picked up the paper and started reading the want ads looking for a new job, the job of her dreams. After looking through the ads, she throws down the paper in frustration. Nothing jumped out at her, there was nothing that interested her.

As she began to pick up the mess she had created when she threw the paper down, she noticed an ad that was misplaced. Grabbing the paper back up, she began to read:

“Wanted: choreographer/dancer for a new show. Need someone with the insight to make her movements, bring to life... the erotic, intense, and sated rhythm of my music. Apply in person with photo and resume, to: 17256 W. State Street, Monday - Thursday, between 9a.m. to 3p.m."

Her eyes devoured the words and at the end of the ad, she jumped for joy! This was it! The job she always wanted; had been desiring since she graduated from college. That weekend, she spent the entire weekend working on her resume. She even asked a friend to come over and help her by taking pictures of her in different dance poses.

On Sunday night, she packs her dance bag with her tights, makeup and dance shoes. Lana was ready for the interview. She was going to get this job no matter what it took. When Monday morning finally arrived, Lana called in sick, then left for her audition. When she arrives, there are only two other people. But, she notices, they don’t look very confident when it comes time for their audition.


"Thank you ladies. I'll let you know by the end of the week. Next, please!"

It was now Lana’s turn. She walked onto the stage and Tanner introduced himself and started to ask Lana questions. While she answers him, Tanner begins reading her resume and looking at the pictures laying in front of him. On a yellow legal pad he starts writing down notes about Lana.

Lana stands five foot seven inches, with long blonde hair, a beautiful body in an hour-glass shape; long legs that are smoothe and sleek and very powerful. Tanner then sits down at the piano and starts to play some music, watching as Lana dances the next part of the interview. When he stops playing, he writes. She has a great leaping ability and her movements are very erotic and sultry, not at all trashy. He notes that she prides herself in her character, her innocent, but coy ways. Then the interview is over. In a mellow tone, Tanner tells her that he has a few more people to interview, but she should hear something in the next two days.

As Lana left, she felt great about her audition, but realized that Mr. McCloud didn’t seem impressed and didn’t show any interest in her performance. So, the next day she went back to work, not expecting to hear anything further about the new job. When she got home after work, she checked her messages and there was nothing from Mr. McCloud. Feeling utterly exhausted, Lana took her usual bath and then went to bed early that night. During her sleep, she had a strange dream.


The hot smokey air is filled with the rolling tones of ivory keys, as the piano man smiles and plays. He weaves a musical net that captures the ear. When the mood is right, he reaches out and grabs her hips as they dance all through the night to the high strung howling of a hungry sax. Joyful tears flow from Lana's eyes and deep into her heart. She feels herself being kissed, and her mouth opens slightly. She is held in passion's velvet grip, and moans in tune with those lamentable wails of the sax. Lana gets lost in the passion, transfixed by the beat, surrendering to the hungers of desires unspoken.

Round and round, they circle the room like wild animals on the prowl, being drawn to the quiet dark secluded corner where none can see; none but him. His hot roving hands come alive under her skirt and her back arches as she feels herself pressing against the shadowed wall. Filled deep with the tones of the sax, she grinds out the music of desire. Suddenly the dream is shattered by the shrill ringing of the telephone, and Lana jolts awake.

"Hello?" she says sleepily.

"Hello Lana. It's Tanner McCloud. I'm sorry for calling so late, but I wanted to tell you right away, that you have the position. Are you available to start this morning at 9a.m?"

Lana, still a bit groggy from her deep sleep, finds herself suddenly wide awake.

"Yes, Mr. McCloud, yes! Thank you! I'll be there at 9a.m. Did I remember to say Thank you? Good-bye and good-night."

Now fully awake, Lana sits on the side of the bed as the full realization of what Mr. Tanner McCloud has just said. Screaming and jumping up, she dances around the room singing.

“I got the job! I got the job!"

In the morning, Lana goes into her work and calmly walks over to the boss. In a low voice,
she tells him he can take this job and shove it up his big fat ass. Wearing a big smile, she then turns and walks out, heading for the bus to take her up town, the rehearsal hall, and the start of her new life.

Her feet barely touch the steps leading down to the dance studio. She is surprised when she walks in and there, on a low table, is a vase of flowers welcoming her to the company. Inside the studio, Tanner is already at the piano working on a song for the show.

“Good Morning, Mr. McCloud,” Lana says.

Tanner, always the gentleman, rises from the bench and walks over to where Lana stands. A huge smile crosses his face and she extends her hand as he approaches. Raising it to his lips, he places a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Please, call me Tanner." He turns and walks toward the piano as he continues speaking.

"I'm working on a song for the show, but I need your help."

"How can I be of help, Tanner?"

He settles in on the piano bench, making room for her to join him, and starts to play. He continues playing on until he reaches the area that he's having difficulty with. As Lana reaches the keys, her hand lightly brushes over Tanner's and tiny sparks of electricity shock them. She removes her hand slowly and suggests that this part would be best played as a duo or trio, with a sax or a clarinet, or both, with just a hint of the piano in the background.
"Hmm," Tanner says aloud, "that might just work. Thanks." As he turns to face her, his eyes are caught and held by hers, and he clears his throat before he speaks again.

"Lana? I need you to go get dressed for rehearsal. You'll find the costumes are in your dressing room, which is just off stage right, ok? Thank you again for your suggestion with the music score. It was just what I was looking for. Now, scoot." He flashes her a big smile as she heads
off for the dressing room.

As she leaves the stage, she hears the orchestra begin practicing the new music that Tanner had just changed. She listens intently, and soon hears the portion of the score she suggested be played by a clarinet, being played as a solo piece. Smiling softly, she begins humming along as she picks out a beautiful costume. It's a two piece, sheer lace, in sea-foam green, with a pair of multi-colored butterfly wings extending out, and under each arm, for the top; and a pair of sheer matching boy shorts for the bottom.

Thinking about the music, she changed into the costume for her first choreographed dance. When she was all ready, she sent one of the line dancers out to tell Tanner that dress rehearsals could start. Taking his place on the podium before the orchestra, he lead them into the beginning strains of the first song, entitled Butterfly Dance.


"That's my cue," she thought, and went to find her mark. She was to make her entrance beginning with a giant leap. She spread her arms wide, feeling the transparent material fluttering in the wind beneath her, and taking a few steps back, ran forward and lept onto the stage. As she danced, Lana imagined Tanner was with her. He was holding her and whispering hot hypnotic words in her ear. Memories of lace transmuted under a green canopy of the forest. One moment flows fluidly into another in ancient rhythm of exploration of sensuality and lust. She was like a paradoxical blend of male and female energy, the simple and the complex, the sensuous touch of the deepest of levels of lovemaking.

With the memories of the movements, taking risks in romance, revealing in the grace and beauty, allowing glimpses of the innocence of her tender soul. In a sacred place where gods and goddesses pay homage to her. Where her breath, her touch, her tears, her passions, flowed in the ancient dance of transformation. In that sacred place she loved with a tenderness and a passion that she found almost frightening, it was echoed only by the beauty and tragedy of watching the butterflies dance. When the dance ended, she was curled on the floor with the sheer lace wings wrapped around her as if in a cocoon, the lights dim and the soulful sound of the clarinet trailing off in the wind. There was no other sound as the last notes died away... and the room was still.

Tanner was quite taken with her sultry yet girlish charm. He had watched and rehearsed with her for weeks. He noticed that she was not like the other dancers. He knew she truly came to dance. Something drew him to her. Was it matters of the heart? All he knew was, he did not want the dance to end. After the rehearsal was over, she changed and came back and sat next to Tanner on the piano bench. Tanner decided to take a chance, something he made a strict habit of not doing... crossing from professional into personal.

"May I extend an invitation to my place? I promise to be a gentleman." Tanner asked and he waited with bated breath for her reply.

"Honestly," he added as his hand came up to caress her cheek. " I don't want to let you go just yet," he finished in his deep voice, surprised by the tinge of softness to it... like a caress.

"Yes," whispered Lana.


When they reached Tanner's home, he lit a fire, and then poured them some wine. While he was pouring the wine, Lana stood at the window, and felt at ease as she listened to the rain falling softly against the pane and the few leaves that remained on the tree outside. With the fire crackling on the hearth inside, there was a feeling of warmth that surrounded her.

She let her mind travel back to the day of the audition. At first glance, she found Tanner to be very attractive. She later found him to be warm, attentive, ever so gentle, and courteous. He put on some soft Latin music, came toward her and extended his hand.

"Care to dance?"

Lana accepted, and they quickly found themselves entwined. Lana was a very seductive dancer. She spoke to him in a soft exhilarating whisper as she danced.

"Let me guide you," she said as she took his hands, moving them slowly down the sides of her curves. She turned and pressed her backside against him.


Lana was sensuously seducing him as she began raising his hands upwards from her thighs.
In a slow glide, she slid down his body while dancing, now raising his hands to her waist, and then to her ribs. She lifted her hair up as her hips swayed. Tanner was overcome with desire. He began to kiss her neck. His hips kept in tune to the rhythm of hers. Lana's breath became a little rapid, she reached for one of his hands, which was lightly brushing against her breast, and brought it to her mouth. She kissed the palm of his hand, taking his forefinger and rubbing against her full red lips.


Heightened with pleasure, he turned Lana around and gazed into her eyes.

"Do you know what I want, Lana?"

"Yes... no." Her eyes were locked with his. There was no turning back now... the barriers were down.

She reached for him, but he caught her hands and kissed them fingertip by fingertip.

"I want to watch you relax. I want you to enjoy." His eyes drilled into hers as he lowered her hands to her sides.

"I want to watch you fill up with me."


Slowly he reached behind her head and took the hair clasp from her hair, setting the blonde tresses free as he placed the clasp down on the table.

"I want to hear you whisper my name, sweetly, and huskily when I'm inside you."

He combed his fingers through her hair, reveling in its silky texture. "I want you to let me do all the things I've been dreaming of since I first laid eyes on you. Let me show you."


Tanner leaned in, drew her body tight against his own, and kissed her slowly, and thoroughly. His mouth was soft, smooth, seductive. He parted her lips with teasing nips and nibbles, with the persuasive caress of his tongue. Degree by torturous degree, he made the kiss deeper... losing himself in the feel of her lips, until her hands clutched weakly at his waist and her shudders gave way to pliancy.

There was a lingering taste of wine and the scrape of very fine stubble against her cheek. The patter of rain outside, the drifting scent of a male and the warmth of the fire all aided in the aura of love. All this whirled in her head like a drug, both potent and possessing.


His lips left hers to journey over her face, trace the line of her jaw and nuzzle at her ear. He was waiting, patiently waiting, until he felt her slip over the next stage of surrender.

Tanner stepped back an inch. He slipped her shirt up her torso and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. His muscles coiled like a snake. She thought she saw a lightening flash of desire darken his eyes to ash. He only skimmed a fingertip down her neck to the aching tip of her breast. Her breath caught. Her head tilted back.

"You're so beautiful, Lana. So soft," he whispered.


He pressed a kiss to her shoulder while his hands gently molded, caressed, and aroused her skin. "So sweet!"

He was afraid his hands were too big and rough. As a result his touch was stunningly tender, humming over her heated skin. They slid down her curvaceous sides, leaving tremors in their wake as he eased the loosely fitted skirt from her hips. Then those fingertips moved over her gliding curves until her shaking breath turned into unsteady moans.


He undressed, watching her heavy eyes flutter open. The misty blue of her eyes focused on him and the pupils dilated. Now, she thought. Her heart fluttered madly. Her plea to ease this glorious ache he had stirred to life inside, her was caught in her throat. She wished he would take her now.

Sweet and eager, her mouth met his. He gathered her close, taking her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed as gently as he might have laid her in a pool of rose petals. She arched to him, accepting, bracing for the torrent. Using only his lips, which were soft as the rain, he savored her flesh as though it were a banquet of the most delicate flavors. Then his hands skimmed, lingered, discovered.

Nothing could have prepared her. If she'd had hundreds of lovers, none could have given more, or taken more. She was lost in a gently rocking sea of sensations, undone by patience and weakened by tenderness. Her breathing slowed and deepened, even as her heart rate soared.

She felt the brush of his hair on her breast before his mouth claimed it. She heard his quiet satisfied groan of pleasure as he suckled. Heard his sigh as he circled and teased with his tongue. He slowly traced his tongue, sensuously and softly flicking and nibbling over her nipples. As he did so, he held the weight of her breasts, caressing them. He slowly traced his tongue around her navel, lightly tickling her into more excitement.

He moved down to her tenderly soft inner thigh. He tickled and teased, sweetly torturing her. He softly explored her essence, tasting her honey. She is so irresistibly sweet, he thought. He tantalized her with his tongue, then slowly blew on her lotus flower, watching it blossom with his enticement.

Her hips began to move with every movement of his tongue. Her mind sank fathoms deep in warm clear waters. Lana did not know when these stormy waters began to churn. The storm gathered so slowly and so subtly. It seemed one moment she was drifting and the next floundering. She could not get her breath, no matter how deeply she gasped for air.

Her mind, suddenly reeling, struggled to surface, even as her body coiled and tensed.

"Tanner!" Grabbing at him, her fingers dug into his flesh.

"I can't... but..." He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasps and savoring her moan, and cutting off the rest of her words.

The first dizzying throes of her impending climax ravaged through her body. She reared against his hand, instinctively urging him on as the fiery waves of her orgasm swept her up.

Her neat rounded nails scored his shoulders.

"Lana, god!"

She was so hot, so readily moist. He pressed his lips to hers as he fought to level his own breathing. Pleasuring a woman had always pleasured him. Not like this though... never like this.

He felt like a king and an uncontrollable beggar all at once. Her stunning reaction aroused him unbearably. All he could do was indulge her. Absorbing her orgasmic waves and his own, he felt each and every nerve in his body sizzling with sparks.

He wanted to give her more. He had to give her more. Their souls were blending in an ocean of passion, their fervent passions growing as Tanner tried commanding his own sexual needs.

He slipped inside her slowly. Pausing for a moment, he slowly pulled back out, teasing her. He slid inside her again, being careful not to go all the way. She was so small. All delicate bones and fragile skin. She was so innocent, nearly as untouched as a virgin.

He had to remind himself again and again that she was small. He then took her gently, gliding all the way inside her, sinuously... filling her sensuously with the lust she had aroused in him.

He lightly stroked her with slow, shallow movements. Then, as she heightened in pleasure saying, "more," he thrust gently all the way inside. He let himself rock with the pleasure of her passionate shudder, and her broken sighs of his name.

Licking, tracing, glazing his tongue around her nipples while his hands gently caressed her back. She began to moan again, letting herself rock harder with the growing blazing passion.

These fiery satisfying sensations rippled through their bodies. She began to whimper in pure ecstasy as the explosion of their juices from lovemaking flowed within her.

He gazed at her in complete satisfaction. Tantalized by her, he gave her a soft, tender kiss. He then lay on his back, snuggling her, caressing, kissing and then pulling her over until she lay atop him.

"I loved making love to you, Lana," he said tenderly. "I loved to make you feel." He almost followed it up with an "I love you."

She would not accept that, he thought to himself.

"You did," she said and kept her head over his heart. "You made me feel things I never have before. I was afraid." Trouble clouded Tanner's eyes as he said, "I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"I was afraid of me," she corrected him. "I was afraid of hoping for an us and of letting this happen. I'm so glad it did." Then, smiling sweetly, she kissed him softly on his lips.


The rain was still beating rhythmically down,. She heard it's steady beat on the roof. Feeling the warmth of the fire and each other. Then whispered Tanner asking her,

"Will you please stay with me?"

She gazed into his eyes, wrapping herself into him and snuggled.

"There's no place I'd rather be," she said with a smile on her face. She felt that she would be there with him for many more nights to come.

 

[biggbear8]

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY TO EVERYONE i HOPE THAT EVERYONE HAD A GREAT DAY AND HOPING THE EVENING IS EVEN A BETTER ONE

 

[LustfulOne50]

Untitled​

Once upon a time
Love came knocking
And the depth of it set
My quiet world to rocking.

It caught me so
Totally unaware
The depth I felt
Was beyond compare.

He was dashing and
Debonair
The likes of Him
Unseen anywhere.

I held fast onto
My heart
Not daring to let go,
Lest it be torn apart.

He did just that
By turning false and fake
And leaving empty words
And promises in the wake.​

​

Nice poem Victoria...sorry I have been so busy but I have been tied up trying to get the Motel back to the Playground.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

I would like to thank Victoria for editing this story I hope that everyone enjoys it

Piano man​

written by: biggbear8​

edited by: Victoria​

Tanner McCloud has been writing the music for his new show Emotions of Lust. He’d even gone so far as to hire the orchestra. But the main focal point was still missing.

He needed a dancer, not just any dancer, she had to have a special quality, a special eccentricity... she had to be electric! He didn’t want a stripper, of that he was sure. But, what he did want, what he did need... was a choreographer and a dancer. Someone who would feel the intense passionate movements of his work, and make it into an erotic dance.

Sitting at his work table trying to write an ad for the newspaper, piece after piece of scrap paper are discarded, and scatter as they hit the floor.

“How can I find what I need, if I can’t word what I want?”

He put his head on the table with a slight thud, “ Ok, here it goes again”

“Wanted: a choreographer/dancer for a new show. Need someone with the insight to make her movements, bring to life... the erotic, intense, and sated rhythm of my music. Apply in person with photo and resume, to: 17256 W. State Street, Monday - Thursday, between 9a.m. and 3p.m."


Lana Rhodes is fed up with her job, her boss, and the hours she has to work. Being a cashier just wasn’t what she had intended to do with her life, She was a dancer, a choreographer by training, but that business is hard to break into unless you know someone or are one of the few “lucky ones” that have everything handed to them.

"That certainly isn’t me," she thought. It’s not like she is ugly, or can’t dance; quite the contrary, she is beautiful, and has excellent moves. She just didn’t have the money.


Lana picked up the paper and started reading the want ads looking for a new job, the job of her dreams. After looking through the ads, she throws down the paper in frustration. Nothing jumped out at her, there was nothing that interested her.

As she began to pick up the mess she had created when she threw the paper down, she noticed an ad that was misplaced. Grabbing the paper back up, she began to read:

“Wanted: choreographer/dancer for a new show. Need someone with the insight to make her movements, bring to life... the erotic, intense, and sated rhythm of my music. Apply in person with photo and resume, to: 17256 W. State Street, Monday - Thursday, between 9a.m. to 3p.m."

Her eyes devoured the words and at the end of the ad, she jumped for joy! This was it! The job she always wanted; had been desiring since she had graduated from college.

That weekend, she spent the entire weekend working on her resume. She even asked a friend to come over and help her by taking pictures of her in different dance poses.

On Sunday night, she packed her dance bag with her tights, makeup and dance shoes. Lana was ready for the interview. She was going to get this job no matter what it took. When Monday morning finally arrived, Lana called in sick, then left for her audition. When she arrived, there are only two other people. But, she noticed, they don’t look very confident when it comes time for their audition.


"Thank you ladies. I'll let you know by the end of the week. Next, please!"

It was now Lana’s turn. She walked onto the stage and Tanner introduced himself and started to ask Lana questions. While she answers him, Tanner begins reading her resume and looking at the pictures laying in front of him. On a yellow legal pad he starts writing down notes about Lana.

Lana stands five foot seven inches, with long blonde hair, a beautiful body in an hour-glass shape; long legs that are smoothe, sleek, and very powerful. Tanner then sits down at the piano and starts to play some music, watching as Lana dances the next part of the interview. When he stops playing, he writes. She has a great leaping ability and her movements are very erotic and sultry, not at all trashy. He notes that she prides herself in her character, her innocent, but coy ways. Then the interview is over. In a mellow tone, Tanner tells her that he has a few more people to interview, but she should hear something in the next two days.

As Lana left, she felt great about her audition, but realized that Mr. McCloud didn’t seem impressed and didn’t show any interest in her performance. So, the next day she went back to work, not expecting to hear anything further about the new job. When she got home after work, she checked her messages and there was nothing from Mr. McCloud. Feeling utterly exhausted, Lana took her usual bath and then went to bed early that night. During her sleep, she had a strange dream.


The hot smokey air is filled with the rolling tones of ivory keys, as the piano man smiles and plays. He weaves a musical net that captures the ear. When the mood is right, he reaches out and grabs her hips as they dance all through the night to the high strung howling of a hungry sax. Joyful tears flow from Lana's eyes and deep into her heart.

She feels herself being kissed, and her mouth opens slightly. She is held in passion's velvet grip, and moans in tune with those lamentable wails of the sax. Lana gets lost in the passion, transfixed by the beat, surrendering to the hungers of desires unspoken.

Round and round, they circle the room like wild animals on the prowl, being drawn to the quiet dark secluded corner where none can see; none but him. His hot roving hands come alive under her skirt and her back arches as she feels herself pressing against the shadowed wall. Filled deep with the tones of the sax, she grinds out the music of desire. Suddenly, the dream is shattered by the shrill ringing of the telephone, and Lana jolts awake.

"Hello?" she says sleepily.

"Hello Lana. It's Tanner McCloud. I'm sorry for calling so late, but I wanted to tell you right away, that you have the position. Are you available to start this morning at 9a.m?"

Lana, still a bit groggy from her deep sleep, finds herself suddenly wide awake.

"Yes, Mr. McCloud, Tanner, yes! Thank you! I'll be there at 9a.m. Did I remember to say Thank you? Good-bye and good-night."

Now fully awake, Lana sits on the side of the bed as the full realization of what Mr. Tanner McCloud has just said. Screaming and jumping up, she dances around the room singing,

“I got the job! I got the job!"

In the morning, Lana goes into her work and calmly walks over to the boss. In a low voice, she tells him he can take this job and shove it up his big fat ass. Then, wearing a big smile, she turns and walks out, heading for the bus to take her uptown, the rehearsal hall, and the start of her new life.

Her feet barely touch the steps leading down to the dance studio. She is surprised when she walks in and there, on a low table, is a vase of flowers welcoming her to the company. Inside the studio, Tanner is already at the piano working on a song for the show.

“Good Morning, Mr. McCloud,” Lana says.

Tanner, always the gentleman, rises from the bench and walks over to where Lana stands. A huge smile crosses his face and she extends her hand as he approaches. Raising it to his lips, he places a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Please, call me Tanner." He turns and walks toward the piano as he continues speaking.

"I'm working on a song for the show, but I need your help."

"How can I be of help, Tanner?"

He settles in on the piano bench, making room for her to join him, and starts to play. He continues playing on until he reaches the area that he's having difficulty with. As Lana reaches across the keys, her hand lightly brushes over Tanner's and tiny sparks of electricity shock them both.

She removes her hand slowly, and suggests that this part would be best played as a duo or trio, with a sax or a clarinet, or both, with just a hint of the piano in the background.

"Hmm," Tanner says aloud, "that might just work. Thanks." As he turns to face her, his eyes are caught and held by hers, and he clears his throat before he speaks again.

"Lana? I need you to go get dressed for rehearsal. You'll find the costumes are in your dressing room, which is just off stage right, ok? Thank you again for your suggestion with the music score. It was just what I was looking for. Now, scoot." He flashes her a big smile as she heads off for the dressing room.

As she leaves the stage, she hears the orchestra begin practicing the new music that Tanner had just changed. She listens intently, and soon hears the portion of the score she suggested be played by a clarinet, being played as a solo piece. Smiling softly, she begins humming along as she picks out a beautiful costume. It's a two piece, sheer lace, in sea-foam green, with a pair of multi-colored butterfly wings extending out, and under each arm, for the top; and a pair of sheer matching boy shorts for the bottom.

Thinking about the music, she changed into the costume for her first choreographed dance. When she was all ready, she sent one of the line dancers out to tell Tanner that dress rehearsals could start. Taking his place on the podium before the orchestra, he leads them into the beginning strains of the first song, entitled Butterfly Dance.


"That's my cue," she thought, and went to find her mark. She was to make her entrance beginning with a giant leap. She spread her arms wide, feeling the transparent material fluttering in the wind beneath her, and taking a few steps back, ran forward and lept onto the stage.

As she danced, Lana imagined Tanner was with her. He was holding her and whispering hot hypnotic words in her ear. Memories of lace transmuted under a green canopy of the forest. One moment flows fluidly into another in ancient rhythm of exploration of sensuality and lust. She was like a paradoxical blend of male and female energy, the simple and the complex, the sensuous touch of the deepest of levels of lovemaking.

With the memories of the movements, taking risks in romance, revealing in the grace and beauty, allowing glimpses of the innocence of her tender soul. In a sacred place where gods and goddesses pay homage to her. Where her breath, her touch, her tears, her passions... flowed together in the ancient dance of transformation.

In that sacred place she loved with a tenderness and a passion that she found almost frightening, it was echoed only by the beauty and tragedy of watching the butterflies dance. When the dance ended, she was curled on the floor with the sheer lace wings wrapped around her as if in a cocoon, the lights dim and the soulful sound of the clarinet trails off in the wind. There was no other sound as the last notes died away... and the room was still.


Tanner was quite taken with her sultry yet girlish charm. He had watched and rehearsed with her for weeks. He noticed that she was not like the other dancers. He knew she truly came to dance. Something drew him to her. Was it matters of the heart? All he knew was, he did not want the dance to end. After the rehearsal was over, she changed and came back and sat next to Tanner on the piano bench. Tanner decided to take a chance, something he made a strict habit of not doing... that of crossing from professional into personal.

"May I extend an invitation to my place? I promise to be a gentleman." Tanner asked and he waited with bated breath for her reply.

"Honestly," he added as his hand came up to caress her cheek. " I don't want to let you go just yet," he finished in his deep voice, surprised by the tinge of softness to it... like a caress.

"Yes," whispered Lana.


When they reached Tanner's home, he lit a fire, and then poured them some wine. While he was pouring the wine, Lana stood at the window, and felt at ease as she listened to the rain falling softly against the pane and the few leaves that remained on the tree outside. With the fire crackling on the hearth inside, there was a feeling of warmth that surrounded her.

She let her mind travel back to the day of the audition. At first glance, she found Tanner to be very attractive. She later found him to be warm, attentive, ever so gentle, and courteous. He put on some soft Latin music, came toward her and extended his hand.

"Care to dance?"

Lana accepted, and they quickly found themselves entwined. Lana was a very seductive dancer. She spoke to him in a soft exhilarating whisper as she danced.

"Let me guide you," she said as she took his hands, moving them slowly down the sides of her curves. She turned and pressed her backside against him.


Lana was sensuously seducing him as she began raising his hands upwards from her thighs. In a slow glide, she slid down his body while dancing, now raising his hands to her waist, and then to her ribs. She lifted her hair up as her hips swayed. Tanner was overcome with desire. He began to kiss her neck. His hips kept in tune to the rhythm of hers. Lana's breath became a little rapid, she reached for one of his hands, which was lightly brushing against her breast, and brought it to her mouth. She kissed the palm of his hand, taking his forefinger and rubbing against her full red lips.


Heightened with pleasure, he turned Lana around and gazed into her eyes.

"Do you know what I want, Lana?"

"Yes... no." Her eyes were locked with his. There was no turning back now... the barriers were down.

She reached for him, but he caught her hands and kissed them fingertip by fingertip.

"I want to watch you relax. I want you to enjoy." His eyes drilled into hers as he lowered her hands to her sides.

"I want to watch you fill up with me."


Slowly he reached behind her head and took the hair clasp from her hair, setting the blonde tresses free as he placed the clasp down on the table.

"I want to hear you whisper my name, sweetly and huskily, when I'm inside you."

He combed his fingers through her hair, reveling in its silky texture. "I want you to let me do all the things I've been dreaming of since I first laid eyes on you. Let me show you."


Tanner leaned in, drew her body tight against his own, and kissed her slowly, and thoroughly. His mouth was soft, smooth, seductive. He parted her lips with teasing nips and nibbles, with the persuasive caress of his tongue. Degree by torturous degree, he made the kiss deeper... losing himself in the feel of her lips, until her hands clutched weakly at his waist and her shudders gave way to pliancy.

There was a lingering taste of wine and the scrape of very fine stubble against her cheek. The patter of rain outside, the drifting scent of a male and the warmth of the fire all aided in the aura of love. All this whirled in her head like a drug, both potent and possessing.


His lips left hers to journey over her face, trace the line of her jaw and nuzzle at her ear. He was waiting, patiently waiting, until he felt her slip over the next stage of surrender.

Tanner stepped back an inch. He slipped her shirt up her torso and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. His muscles coiled like a snake. She thought she saw a lightning flash of desire darken his eyes to ash. He only skimmed a fingertip down her neck to the aching tip of her breast. Her breath caught. Her head tilted back.

"You're so beautiful, Lana. So soft," he whispered.


He pressed a kiss to her shoulder while his hands gently molded, caressed, and aroused her skin. "So sweet!"

He was afraid his hands were too big and rough. As a result his touch was stunningly tender, humming over her heated skin. They slid down her curvaceous sides, leaving tremors in their wake as he eased the loosely fitted skirt from her hips. Then those fingertips moved over her gliding curves until her shaking breath turned into unsteady moans.


He undressed, watching her heavy eyes flutter open. The misty blue of her eyes focused on him and the pupils dilated. Now, she thought. Her heart fluttered madly. Her plea to ease this glorious ache he had stirred to life inside her was caught in her throat. She wished he would take her now.


Sweet and eager, her mouth met his. He gathered her close, taking her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed as gently as he might have laid her in a pool of rose petals. She arched to him, accepting, bracing for the torrent. Using only his lips, which were soft as the rain, he savored her flesh as though it were a banquet of the most delicate flavors. Then his hands skimmed, lingered, discovered.


Nothing could have prepared her. If she'd had hundreds of lovers, none could have given more, or taken more. She was lost in a gently rocking sea of sensations, undone by patience and weakened by tenderness. Her breathing slowed and deepened, even as her heart rate soared.


She felt the brush of his hair on her breast before his mouth claimed it. She heard his quiet satisfied groan of pleasure as he suckled. Heard his sigh as he circled and teased with his tongue. He slowly traced his tongue, sensuously and softly flicking and nibbling over her nipples. As he did so, he held the weight of her breasts, caressing them. He slowly traced his tongue around her navel, lightly tickling her into more excitement.


He moved down to her tenderly soft inner thigh. He tickled and teased, sweetly torturing her. He softly explored her essence, tasting her honey. She is so irresistibly sweet, he thought. He tantalized her with his tongue, then slowly blew on her lotus flower, watching it blossom with his enticement.


Her hips began to move with every movement of his tongue. Her mind sank fathoms deep in warm clear waters. Lana did not know when these stormy waters began to churn. The storm gathered so slowly and so subtly. It seemed one moment she was drifting and the next floundering. She could not get her breath, no matter how deeply she gasped for air.


Her mind, suddenly reeling, struggled to surface, even as her body coiled and tensed.


"Tanner!" Grabbing at him, her fingers dug into his flesh.


"I can't... but..." He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasps and savoring her moan, and cutting off the rest of her words.


The first dizzying throes of her impending climax ravaged through her body. She reared against his hand, instinctively urging him on as the fiery waves of her orgasm swept her up.


Her neat rounded nails scored his shoulders.


"Lana, god!"


She was so hot, so readily moist. He pressed his lips to hers as he fought to level his own breathing. Pleasuring a woman had always pleasured him. Not like this though... never like this.


He felt like a king and an uncontrollable beggar all at once. Her stunning reaction aroused him unbearably. All he could do was indulge her. Absorbing her orgasmic waves and his own, he felt each and every nerve in his body sizzling with sparks.


He wanted to give her more. He had to give her more. Their souls were blending in an ocean of passion, their fervent passions growing as Tanner tried commanding his own sexual needs.


He slipped inside her slowly. Pausing for a moment, he slowly pulled back out, teasing her. He slid inside her again, being careful not to go all the way. She was so small. All delicate bones and fragile skin. She was so innocent, nearly as untouched as a virgin.


He had to remind himself again and again that she was small. He then took her gently, gliding all the way inside her, sinuously... filling her sensuously with the lust she had aroused in him.


He lightly stroked her with slow, shallow movements. Then, as she heightened in pleasure saying, "more," he thrust gently all the way inside. He let himself rock with the pleasure of her passionate shudder, and her broken sighs of his name.


Licking, tracing, glazing his tongue around her nipples while his hands gently caressed her back. She began to moan again, letting herself rock harder with the growing blazing passion.


These fiery satisfying sensations rippled through their bodies. She began to whimper in pure ecstasy as the explosion of their juices from lovemaking flowed within her.


He gazed at her in complete satisfaction. Tantalized by her, he gave her a soft, tender kiss. He then lay on his back, snuggling her, caressing, kissing and then pulling her over until she lay atop him.


"I loved making love to you, Lana," he said tenderly. "I loved to make you feel." He almost followed it up with an "I love you."

She would not accept that, he thought to himself.

"You did," she said and kept her head over his heart. "You made me feel things I never have before. I was afraid." Trouble clouded Tanner's eyes as he said, "I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"I was afraid of me," she corrected him. "I was afraid of hoping for an us and of letting this happen. I'm so glad it did." Then, smiling sweetly, she kissed him softly on his lips.


The rain was still beating rhythmically down,. She heard it's steady beat on the roof. Feeling the warmth of the fire and each other. Then whispered Tanner asking her,

"Will you please stay with me?"

She gazed into his eyes, wrapping herself into him and snuggled.

"There's no place I'd rather be," she said with a smile on her face. She felt that she would be there with him for many more nights to come.

Thank you so much for the opportunity to edit this for you, BB. I hope you won't mind... I went back in and included the editing marks I had sent... such as a for bold, or an for italics. I was so excited by the story, I forgot to tell you to include them when you posted it... MY BAD!

It is a VERY lovely story. I was honoured by your request. I do hope you write others... not just for the corner... but I hope you want to post it to the story section at Lit.

 

[LustfulOne50]

I should hate you... and I should despise you. Why am I finding I still care? And why am I finding I still miss the friend you used to be?

Down To Sleep​

Now I lay me
Down to sleep
I pray thee Lord
My soul to keep.

My thoughts are as dark
As Your deepest night
Without any stars
Or candlelight.

The love that once
Lay deep in my heart
Has been ripped from me
And it's torn me apart.

My heart's been pierced
As if by a dart
And left a clean gash
For the bleeding to start.

I feel more dead
Less than half alive
And yet You expect me
To want to survive?

My thoughts are dark
They fill me with dread
As still His last words
Echo inside my head.

Take the love
From whense it came
Leave me empty
Devoid of love's claim.

What did I do?
What did I say?
To make Him want
To treat me this way?

Why wasn't He honest,
Forthright and true?
I know you knew
How I cared about you.

Wasn't it enough?
You had my trust
Must you leave me here
Holding nothing but dust?​

WOW!! very beautiful Victoria and poignant

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

WOW!! very beautiful Victoria and poignant

Thank you Lusty. This one was just written the other night. Your word poignant... sums it up quite well. It almost wrote itself... yet another one I couldn't get written down fast enough.... the words just kept coming, fast and furious.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

removed at author's request

**deleted**

 

[WyldBreeze]

You
by
WyldBreeze

You build me up even when I'm on shaky ground.
You are that non-moving foundation on which I've begun to grow roots.

You see in me what others can't.
You taught me to see what I really am, what I can be.

You have the ability to calm my storms,
You have the power to churn them inside me.

You make me a better person,
You allow me to be myself.

You are patient, kind, understanding,
You are sexy, pasionate, and gentle.

You are all these things to me,
You are, by grace, mine.​

 

[babydoll2u]

You
by
WyldBreeze

You build me up even when I'm on shaky ground.
You are that non-moving foundation on which I've begun to grow roots.

You see in me what others can't.
You taught me to see what I really am, what I can be.

You have the ability to calm my storms,
You have the power to churn them inside me.

You make me a better person,
You allow me to be myself.

You are patient, kind, understanding,
You are sexy, pasionate, and gentle.

You are all these things to me,
You are, by grace, mine.​

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

You
by
WyldBreeze

You build me up even when I'm on shaky ground.
You are that non-moving foundation on which I've begun to grow roots.

You see in me what others can't.
You taught me to see what I really am, what I can be.

You have the ability to calm my storms,
You have the power to churn them inside me.

You make me a better person,
You allow me to be myself.

You are patient, kind, understanding,
You are sexy, pasionate, and gentle.

You are all these things to me,
You are, by grace, mine.​

Beautiful WB... and very moving. I hope the one it's for, knows how much you value them... and in just how much esteem you hold them.

 

[WyldBreeze]

The First Night
by
WyldBreeze

Your body covers mine,
Intoxicating heat,
I tremble with desire,
Shiver with the promise of your touch.

Strong hands gently caress my shoulders,
Passionate lips follow,
Warm breath slides across my ear,
Are you sure?

Heart stops,
Only to resume its fluttering dance,
Questions answered,
With the pressing of my hips against you.

Bodies intertwined,
Fingers dig into sheets,
Moans, gasps, sweat,
No words spoken, yet everything is said.

Surrendering together, your body covers mine,
Exhausted bliss,
Gentle kisses, catching breath, soft caresses,
Bodies separated, yet we are one.​

 

[WyldBreeze]

Beautiful WB... and very moving. I hope the one it's for, knows how much you value them... and in just how much esteem you hold them.

I'm hoping he does....and it goes both ways....he's a wonderful person. Thank you for the kind words, Victoria.

And thank you for your kind gestures, Peg *hugs*

 

[Phillychocolatem]

You
by
WyldBreeze

You build me up even when I'm on shaky ground.
You are that non-moving foundation on which I've begun to grow roots.

You see in me what others can't.
You taught me to see what I really am, what I can be.

You have the ability to calm my storms,
You have the power to churn them inside me.

You make me a better person,
You allow me to be myself.

You are patient, kind, understanding,
You are sexy, pasionate, and gentle.

You are all these things to me,
You are, by grace, mine.​

WOW!!!

 

[WyldBreeze]

WOW!!!

As if you didn't know.

 

[Phillychocolatem]

The First Night
by
WyldBreeze

Your body covers mine,
Intoxicating heat,
I tremble with desire,
Shiver with the promise of your touch.

Strong hands gently caress my shoulders,
Passionate lips follow,
Warm breath slides across my ear,
Are you sure?

Heart stops,
Only to resume its fluttering dance,
Questions answered,
With the pressing of my hips against you.

Bodies intertwined,
Fingers dig into sheets,
Moans, gasps, sweat,
No words spoken, yet everything is said.

Surrendering together, your body covers mine,
Exhausted bliss,
Gentle kisses, catching breath, soft caresses,
Bodies separated, yet we are one.​

That is one of the most erotic yet beautiful things I have ever read. It touches me that I can create those type of feelings and emotion in someone. Im a very lucky man, to have a second chance at love and to have your light in my life. My future is brighter with you in it. You are special, you are beautiful, you are sexy, you are everything.

 

[WyldBreeze]

That is one of the most erotic yet beautiful things I have ever read. It touches me that I can create those type of feelings and emotion in someone. Im a very lucky man, to have a second chance at love and to have your light in my life. My future is brighter with you in it. You are special, you are beautiful, you are sexy, you are everything.

*wipes tear from my eye and places a long, deep kiss on your lips*.....NOW can everyone see why I feel soooo blessed?????

 

[babydoll2u]

Brings a tear to my eye and joy to my heart, to see love blooming between
2 very special people. You're very lucky to have each other

 

[biggbear8]

Victoria and Wyld you two have written some beautiful and sensual poems great write ladies

hugs kisses {{{{{{{{{{{{ VICTORIA }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

HUGS kisses {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Wyldbreeze }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[babydoll2u]

*wipes tear from my eye and places a long, deep kiss on your lips*.....NOW can everyone see why I feel soooo blessed?????

absolutely...