Serendipity.

[yeishia]

Serendipity Revisited

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"Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally stumbles upon something fortunate, it becomes defined by fate and revealed by destiny. It is an enchanting moment beyond the realm of reason. Its touch is visible only to poetic souls; it chooses its own time and place."

The Cottage had stood empty for to long, I had loved this place the minute I had laid my eyes on it, and I had missed its quiet gentleness. It had been balm to my soul and once upon a time I had almost fallen in love there. I needed its special solitude once again, and it needed me…………….

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For the moment this is a closed thread this may change once I have it completely ready
For the moment invitation only.

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Serendipidy

Lonely and lost, I stood there
Waiting for the dawn that was nowhere.
Pristine and fresh, the early morning dew
Spreading its touch, a passion so new.
Memories of life and its unknown paths
Ones that seem to never depart.
Until your gaze, it passed my soul
Brought back to me, joys untold.
If I would die tomorrow, I wouldn’t care
Those little memories, in my heart, it would bear
In my heart and soul, I trust you so
I love you more than you'll ever know.
For today, tomorrow and evermore!

Your touch was gentle, your words were strong,
but does it mean I have found the one?
Those unheard whispers
The way it silently spurs.
Those stars that I wished for
The infinite kisses I blew afar.
A fortunate meeting,
An unexpected feeling.
Catch me in your dreams
Hold me until my heart redeems.
It's just a day in my life
A day of love, abundantly rife.
Serendipity, it is, all along
To bring me back to where I truly belong!!!

By shiv


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[yeishia]

The boat had dropped me off at the wharf and I had chosen to walk the rest of the way to Serendipity and reacquaint myself with my beautiful surroundings. Sunshine, truly fresh air, a lush greenery and of course the birds, their joyous song was music to my ears.

I had forgotten what a perfect paradise this island truly was. I smiled as I walked through the arch which proclaimed me home.......... Serendipity.

It had been a long time......

Like all stories of the imagination this place was truly magical. It had changed to suit this new period of my life, yet it’s essence remained the same as did the island and the grounds, only the cottage and its interior had changed slightly.

It was Yeishia the woman, who had returned, the romantic dreamer of her former days, longing to find the innocence she had lost the day Allain had plucked her into his twisted world.

I wandered through the grounds and house drinking it all in finally settling on the comfy sofa across from open fire place.

I stared absentmindedly into the crackling flames and my mind traveled backwards in time, it seemed like a million years ago. I had been so young and naive thinking my prince had come to take me off, to cherish and adore me; instead I had been plunged into a world I had been totally unprepared for. I had adapted and had become exactly as he willed I should be. I had learned, I had endured and finally against all odds I had released myself!

Alone with my son, free finally, but conditioned by him; designed to serve, to please, at the cost of everything, my own needs, my own pleasure and in the end my very health.

This last year I had wandered the corridors of Lit trying to fit in, confused and bewildered as I often was in the real world. Strangely enough mostly I was myself; even before him I had avoided conflict preferring calmness, disliking drama. I was no longer was in search of a knight in shinning armor knowing now that they were indeed the stuff of fairy tales, but I did crave someone who would love me as I was, who would not seek to change me. I needed to find my soul mate and when I found him here on Lit of all unlikely places even he proved to be another illusion. I began to seriously doubt myself

When I realized I was ill again, I had I think, been desperate for acceptance falling into old familiar pathways. I had even thought to return to Sadism to please those around me. It wasn’t until I got my last test results that the blinders seemed to quite literally fall from my eyes.

Life was precious, I was precious, I deserved to be loved and accepted for who I was. It was in that joyous moment when I realized that I would live that I became truly free.

I still had a lot to learn about who I had become but I knew with absolute certainty that I would love her. It was strange that I had no more craving to belong, realizing that my real friends would love me as I was, all the small bits of me good or bad.

Realizing I could do what I had to do all by myself, that to be alone could be a good thing, I had no one to answer to but me, I was in fact Mistress of my own domain. I giggled at the notion!

I had returned to Serendipity to heal and more importantly to become reacquainted with the essence of who I really was,

I knew I had great strength, I had raised and protected a child, and I ran my own business in the real world. I had bested a tyrant. I had beaten cancer not once but twice!

Was I truly a submissive, did I crave pain, did I need a Master, could I truly love both male and female? I had many unanswered questions.

I had once believed that a submissive without a Master was like life without breath, I now knew that submissive or not, Master or not, I was taking one deep satisfying breath after another.....I was happy, I was alive!

I was smiling as I came back to the present not in a hurry for my answers, I had time lots of time………

I stood up and twirled around the room making myself dizzy as I moved throughout my cottage finally falling in giggles across my huge bed.

Silly girl you had better get ready he will be here soon!

I was having my very first visitor and couldn’t wait to see if he liked my new abode. Closing my eyes and stretching out like a satisfied feline across my bed I pictured his handsome face, and before I knew it I was fast asleep still wearing the clothing I had arrived in…….

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[yeishia]

Waking after a few hours I realized I had fallen asleep fully clothed. My play partner had not as yet returned from his real world commitments and it might be eons yet. I was confident that one day he would contact me and I should give him permission to visit me here, till then I would enjoy the solitude I so badly needed to recover my health.

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I wandered to my exquisite bathroom shedding my clothing as I walked imagining them as rose petals I was scattering in my wake My vivid imagination had kicked into high gear by the time I had reached my bathroom and as I filled the huge tub with warm water my mind was wandering in and out of my many threads as I left my reality behind me to become another as I traveled back and forth through the corridors of my imagination.

I lit the candles surrounding the tub and picking up a glass vial I poured its contents into the foaming waters. Sensual bath oil from my private collection filled the room with its heady evocative scent, one I had loaned to the Lady Phoenix recently but which had been formulated especially for me. It was sensual combination of Saffron and Crocus Sativus, both of which were blended with a sweetly exotic honey fragrance which comprised a fabulous blend of cardamom, clover, and musk finally rounded out with smooth, milky notes.

Exotic, mysterious, alluring, complex, sophisticated, with an undertone of pure innocence it represented the essence of who I really was. This romantic dreamer was a many faceted gemstone; of the purest perfection or at least I was in this my own private domain.

I had spent many an hour on this room’s creation, bathing especially with a loved one was an adored pastime of mine, tonight I would be alone…….’

I stepped into the fragrant waters securing my long luxurious hair on the top of my head my actions designed to raise my full breasts positioning them to perfection should another be watching from the shadows…. I slowly sank down into the very center of the frothy foam my head thrown back exposing the curve of my slender neck as I enjoyed how the water rushed in to touch my tender curves.

My mind became filed with endless possibilities and I could feel his passionate gaze. I of course ignored it pretending that I was alone, nevertheless my body became heated, molten, despite the inherent danger in the situation.

Slowly I stood up as if unaware, like some water nymph my arms rising to the heavens as if in homage. The lazy water droplets ran off my goddess like body.... tiny bubbles remaining to cling lovingly to my nipples, before sliding down my glistening belly to fall to their valiant death in the waters swirling around my thighs.

Candle light flicked off the contours of my slender form, caressing; alternately obscuring then highlighting my hidden charms.

Picking up a huge sponge from the basket on the side of the tub I slowly dripped water first down one luscious breast and then the other before dropping it back into the water.

Plucking a block of handmade soap I lathered my hands and massaged its softness into both breasts paying particular attention to my puffy pink nipples. I took my time messaging caressing making sure to get every single millimeter of them squeaky clean. I lovingly cleaned my belly and waist not missing a single inch of my silken skin.

Finally seeming satisfied picking up a crystal tumbler I diligently drizzled cold water over my breasts and belly to rinse them free of soap causing my nipples to stand to attention and goose bumps to appear on the smooth surface of my trembling belly.

Turning slightly away from where he lurked silent and potentially deadly, oblivious I placed one small foot on the side of the bathtub giving him a lovely view of my delectable bottom and a teasing glimpses of the charms that lay between my slender legs as I soaped them diligently from ankle to hip ending at my pert behind. Moaning softly in the stillness I placed a soapy finger in the puckered hole to clean its almost hidden entrance.

Job done I turned to face the unseen voyeur and put my other slender foot on the side of the tub where I innocently repeated my actions from painted toe until I reached the apex of my shadowed sex. Angling myself so that the flickering light accented to perfection my hidden charms I picked up the sponge once more and dripped water over my smooth mons, it trailed its way between my legs to drip erotically off my swollen labia. Dropping my sponge once more I once again soaped my supple fingers, using them to wash my smooth shaven pussy.

I slid my fingers between my quivering labia soaping backward and forwards hardly able to keep my balance, before attending to my outer lips My movements were erotic sensual causing my clit to peek out from its hood demanding its immediate release.

Moaning out my pleasure my head fell backwards casing my hair to escape its clip to cascade in tumbling waves to the middle of my
shoulders. My whole body shook as I fought valiantly to maintain my footing and it was with quivering breath I managed to rinse myself off when my orgasm finally abated….

All the while I was bathing I had behaved as though I was alone in my bathtub, the unseen stranger of my imagination merely a perverse voyeur looking in........

(To be continued……….)..

 

[DarkEmpress]

Disembarking from the boat, the captain points me in the general direction of Serendipity. Looking at the invitation in my hand, I carefully follow the directions on the back, choosing to take the scenic route. The island is drenched in green, magnificent and untouched. I smile, understanding why Yeishia loves it so.

Rounding the corner a beautiful, quaint cottage awaits my eyes to feast upon. It is hidden between the greenery like a hobbits home and I can almost hear the fairies whispering between the lush green ferns. Soft laughter flutter from my lips at my absurd imagination as I step through the open doors into a welcoming, warm and exotic home … just like its owner.

Finding Yeishia nowhere, I leave my few things at the door and go in search of her, admiring the furnishings, reminding me so much of Indonesia … reds, earthy colours … wood. Walking past a bathroom, my eyes catch a glimpse of golden hair and I am rooted to the spot, staring at the vision of Yeishia…

I am concealed behind an exotic palm tree and privy to the most evocative sight I had ever beheld. She is standing in a massive bathtub, luxurious bubbles swirling between her fingers as she smoothes her delicate fingers across her skin. It is so inviting … so erotic … I can almost feel her beneath my fingers.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I watch with avid ardour … completely silent. I feel like an intruder and yet I cannot help but stare at her … a beautiful water nymph, shimmering in the water, fresh and pure like the morning light. My own body stirs to the delicious sight of her teasing her own flesh into a beautiful … slow … torturous release. Holding on to the palm tree for support, I let my eyes drink her in … caress every beautiful plain of her gorgeous body.

I cannot stand the solitude any longer and my fingers deftly unclip the clasp of my cloak, letting the midnight velvet material flutter to my feet, shortly followed by the few garments I wore.

Stepping on silent feet, I advance towards her, excitement and lust flickering in my azure eyes. Finally reaching her, I know she can sense me before my arms wrap around her in a gentle caress. My hands spread across the smooth plains of her stomach as I slowly pull her against me, my breasts pressing against the velvet strands of her hair, my chin leaning into the elegant curve of her neck as I whisper in her ear, “Hello Yeishia.”

Her beautiful lustrous blonde hair is in stark contrast to my dark mass of silken strands. We are however both soft … both adorned with the unique plains of a woman … both dying to feel the touch of the other.

Pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin in her neck, my hands slowly move across her silken flesh, savouring the feel of her beneath my fingertips. “Serendipity is everything you said it would be…” I say in a breathy voice, designed to tease her as I step into the tub beside her. Slowly descend into the water in search of one of the sponges she had used. My fingers wrap around one as I find myself staring up at the scintillating view before me. Slowly, I lather it up with soap … watching her, drowning in the beautiful depths of her eyes.

“A luxurious bath with exquisite company…” I say, smiling teasingly into her eyes as I rise from the water “Is just what the doctor ordered.” Glistening rivulets of water streak across my skin as I take a step closer…

 

[yeishia]

The light breeze floating across the humid room had given her away it conjured up memories of a highveld thunderstorm easing me back into the moment; my perception or some exotic perfume it mattered not she had arrived…

A coquette to the very last second, I raise my arms above my head stretching like a satisfied feline taking my time as I sense her approach shivering with delight as she wraps her arms around my tiny waist. “Welcome Dee,” I softly purr feeling the response deep down in my belly as her soft sensual fingers span my flat tummy and twin peeks of pure temptation are pressed into the softness of my hair against my slender back. Her whispered hello is like a soft caress and as I feel the touch of her lips on my skin, I resist the temptation to turn and take her in my arms, closing my eyes instead to savor the moment; her exquisite touch , her silken voice and most of all the anticipation I am feeling in every fiber of my being.

I slowly turn watching as she joins me in my bath and sinks gracefully into its foamy depths. “Serendipity had much to recommend it,” I murmur in dulcet tones as teasing as her own. My friend is like a beautiful exotic dream come true something conjured from pure imagination, her every exquisite detail crafted my an artisan of the highest caliber. My eyes deepen as they roam across her flesh drinking in her sensual curves, every minute detail from her glossy hair down to the parts I can no longer see hidden as they are by the provocative bubbles clinging to her satin skin. Everything, her scent, the way her look devours me, even the timbre of her voice intoxicates my senses.

Smiling softly I take my sponge and squeeze it between my breast allowing the glistening drops to drip between their valley to slowly meander downwards over my high ribcage, seeming to linger on the plains of my flat belly. Here they seek boldly seek out the hills and valleys of my smooth sex before drip dripping into the tub once more. The desire in her eyes mirrors mine it is palpable in the space between our bodies
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“A luxurious bath with exquisite company…”

My sentiments exactly, I watch with bated breath as she stands looking like an exotic water nymph and closes the gap between us.

Barely able to speak I reach out and take the sponge she has been lathering, “Allow me.” I purr in her lovely ear my voice a throaty whisper. Lifting her dark tresses in one hand I circle her placing series of small sensual kisses across her upper chest neck and slender shoulders, she tastes divine and without conscious thought the kisses become playful nips. “Hmmmm I could eat you up," I am the cat about to taste the cream, but first…

Eyes dilating, my breathing slightly labored, knees turned to jelly, with shaking fingers I pay homage to the Goddess before me, first to her luscious breasts as I begin to lovingly bathe her…….

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Too long a sea, too long a captain,” mused the old seaman as he paced the deck at midnight, “too long in command, too long responsible.” He wished for an end to these days, for a freedom not known since he first went to sea. But this was the only life he had known, and he was unable to even imagine another, let alone choose one to follow.

There was a place he had heard of, though, an island uncharted, known in tales, a land in the sea that could only be found by not looking for it, an island free of orders, free of giving them and free of taking them, and so he conspired to leave his command.

His First Mate was competent enough, he knew, and deserving of the chance to rise in office, and so he drew a pistol from the ship’s locker and approached the mate as he stood watch at the helm.

“The captain is a tyrant, Sir,” he declared as he brandished his side arm at the first mate, “I demand he be put off the ship this instant!”

“This is mutiny,” countered the First Mate; “I’ll have none of it!”

“You will have all of it, Sir,” the Captain continued, “or you’ll have the lead from this pistol.”

And so the First Mate agreed, and set the Captain adrift in the ship’s skiff, a small vessel, but sturdy and lantern-sailed, with provisions enough for a month at sea.

The old sailor set his sail in the light of the newly-full moon, driving all thoughts of the legendary island from his mind and focusing only on the glistening dark of the waves before him. “I’ll sail where the currents and the winds conspire to send me,” he said to the night, “and find a home, a respite, someplace where the two do meet.”

He sailed in and out of nights and days, ignoring stars and sun to keep his place unknown, until the next newly-full moon rose and illuminated an uncharted land, an isle bathed in, defined by, the light reflecting on it. The current and the wind propelled him straight to the encircling rock and reef guarding the island, rock and reef that would dash his skiff into a thousand pieces and dash himself into shreds of flesh for the dinners of the denizens of the surrounding sea.

Down with the sail! And he struck on with his oars, his back to the isle and its guardians, but his bow to the beach beyond the breakers. Eyes would be vainly used here; the glistening of the moonlight on the crests and foams of the waves would only deceive. Sound, and sound alone, showed him the way. His ears were tuned to each shift in timbre of the waves crashing, and he deftly stroked his way through a break in the atoll’s surround. The lagoon lay quiet save for the splash of fish and the murmur of the waves lapping gently on the shore, and these sounds led him on to the yielding sands of the beach.

Ashore now, but in no place known, he sat to rest and contemplate his fate. But contemplation could tell naught more than that he was on land, a fragrant land, its air sweetened by the blossoms of the forest seen only as a shadow in the moonlight. Still, he struck out from the beach, edging the palms and tropical conifers, to find what might be his fate...

 

[DarkEmpress]

Yeishia moves around me leaving soft fluttery kisses along my neck and shoulder that make me shudder with delight. The little nips draw laughter from me as I turn my head slightly, watching her.

The sponge in her hand soon finds a home on my flesh as she smoothes it across my breasts covering them in a sheen of bubbles. My head lulls to the side as I take a deep breath, expelling it with a languid hum. My hands reach for Yeishia, landing softly on her hips, fingertips relishing in the soft flesh beneath it.

Unable to contain myself I slowly drop down to my haunches, swaying my hips to some imaginary music in my head, my hands following suit as they smooth across the supple plains of her legs. My eyes are level with Yeishia’s little kingdom of pleasure before I look up at her for a moment ... lost in the eyes that are staring down at me. Biting down on my bottom lip, I feel like a naughty child who has just found the candy jar.

My arms smooth up again as I lean in closer, blowing across the soft folds of her labia before pressing a kiss there. “Mmmmmm,” I hum, my arms reaching around cupping her ass and squeezing it gently in my hands.

The sensations alone will make it hard for Yeishia to stand as I act on impulse and slowly run my tongue along her weeping depths. I can feel the sensation of pure electricity course through her body at that intimate touch and am surprised by my own body's reaction to that.

Slowly I stand to my full length, eyes level with Yeishia's as I stare into the beautiful emerald depths with intense hunger and desire burning in mine. "You are intoxicating," I whisper close to her lips before pressing a kiss to them. I open my mouth, wanting a taste of her as the intimacy of the kiss grows into a roaring fire, my lips slowly claiming hers with heated desire.

Without realising, I guide Yeishia to take a seat on the side of the bath, spreading my legs and standing over her until she leans back, golden hair cascading down her shoulders. Straddling her, I run a hand through her shimmering hair, deepening the kiss and pressing myself up against her.

I finally relinquish her lips and sit staring into her eyes ... trying to catch my breath. "My god, you are beautiful," I gasp, lost in the depths of her eyes.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Light of full moon alone illuminated land and sea, and its shadows and highlights were both alluring and deceptive. The sailor gazed as he walked, taking in the beauty, but not taken in by it. Scents, sounds, and touch guided him between sea and forest as he kept balance between salt air and floral perfume, between murmur of surf and rustle of fronds, between yielding sand and steadfast trunk.

A turn here, and then another, and a new scent was on the night air, thick and musky, almost palpable, and familiar. Familiar from the nights of ten hundred ports, and of ten thousand women who roamed their nights, it led him inland, slowly and cautiously. He followed the scent, deeper into the forest, past where palm gave way to conifer, feeling its difference from the fragrances arising from myriad flowers, trailing the swirling zephyrs that bore the aroma, until he discerned two scents wafting aroused on the breeze, two women whose arousal filled the night air.

Sounds, now, sighs, and moans in crescendo and decrescendo, harmony and counter-point playing out a duet, and he stood, a listener to a concert that had no place for another, a concert where a tenor would have struck discordant notes and chords. He glided across the forest floor, enraptured by their song, unable to move anywhere but closer to the music, spiraling inward towards the source of sound and scent, spiraling in search of a touch...

 

[yeishia]

Her hands on my hips still me they feel so right as they rest here. My eyes widen as she slides down my body like some exotic dancer to rest before my intimate places. I tentatively watch her actions hesitant, slightly afraid; will she find me pleasing?. I know that I am blushing as she gazes at the smooth soft vulnerable femininity of who I am laid bare.

The play of expressions across her beautiful face are like the windows to her soul. I find that I know what she is thinking, for I recognize a kindred spirit... though it is usually I on the outside of the candy shop looking in.

This brief insight relaxes me.

My head tips back as I feel the first soft caress of her breath across my already gently swollen labia “Deeee,” I whisper, my softly murmured words a plea and a confession both. The small kiss gently placed has me trembling my sweet nectar already beginning to form; precious pearls of my desire for this lovely female. I place my hands on her shoulders fearing I shall fall, as I drink in the exquisite sensations she is giving me, they are a delight to my starved senses

“Mmmmmmmmm" her tongue scorches a path between my gentle folds as she tastes my desire for her surprising me, as does the intensity of my toe curling reaction. I had known her touch would be wonderful but this perfection?

She slips between my arms and we are face to face embracing without touching, speaking without words. A sensual symbiosis that many rarely feel in a single life time yet it is mine to savor in this single e moment.

"You are intoxicating,"

“As are you, more than you will ever know.”

The kiss that follows is inevitable; small embers fanning into a glorious blaze into which both she and I surrender ourselves both with passion and abandon. What sets this kiss apart is that we both ride every single molecule missing not a single nuance of the others pleasure.

Coaxing, molding, creating… one small pleasurable miracle after another, slow and sensual perfection as only soul mates can…

How we end up on the sides of the tub I can only guess, I only know she straddles me and I can feel her glorious heat pressing close to mine and the delicate feel of her fingers gliding through long my tresses. I cannot find my voice and once again she speaks for both of us.

"My god, you are beautiful,"

My fingers trace the plains of her face it is exquisitely beautiful and I want to remember every minute detail. I have waited an eternity for this moment. I surrender to this woman because it is my wish not the wish of another. My feelings transcend sex, this night will be about so much more I find that I am almost purring in my excitement. Slowly Yeishia savor every moment it may have to last a lifetime.

Wrapping my arms around her as we help each other from the tub and I wrap us both in a huge fluffy bath towel as touching kissing and murmuring nonsensical endearments I lead her to one of my most my favorite places.

It seems almost like a place of worship the huge plinth in the center of the open room, in reality a huge message bed; to my mind in this moment an alter upon which I shall worship her beauty in all its glorious forms

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The circular room is open on three sides, tonight the stars are out in glorious splendor...

The music of the night surrounds us and the scent of the island flowers are an aphrodisiac to our senses..

We have lost our towel at some point along the way and so I press her naked loveliness onto a scarlet towel already laid along the smooth leather plinth until she is lying on her back. I lovingly spread out her dark locks around her face, after which I set some message oil to warm and pluck an exotic flower from a vase. I trail it along one alabaster cheek and down between her breasts briefly teasing each nipple before dragging it across the pains of her belly and between her slightly parted thighs. I leave its beautiful bloom resting on her silken mons and step away smiling deep into her half closed eyes.

"Dee I shall be gone but a moment, I am off to fetch refreshments " I hurry to find the cooler and basket I had prepared and am back almost in a single heartbeat.

I stop briefly as I silently reenter, she is a vision lying in the moonlight like a sacrificial virgin…my virgin at least for this night, as am I to her.

My eyes widen as I sense a shift in the islands ambiance, there is another on its shores. I smile, he has arrived.

The first night in my new home I had scattered hibiscus petals to the four corners of the island...

“Come to me all those who would do so, help me heal and learn to love again. Enter my home with an open mind. Dictate not my actions, accept me as I am, love me as I shall learn to love you, we shall be equals, lovers. Above all may our friendships last for an eternity. "​

Que Sera Sera

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I took a calming breath of the night’s air. I was greedy; I wanted my first time with a woman, this woman to be mine alone. I wanted to savor the experience and knew he would understand.

He would not intrude until invited and perhaps we would invite him, good things come to those with patience, it had taken me a life time to understand this valuable lesson. Above all I trusted Dee with the essence of whom I was and strangely enough this stranger who had landed on my shores...

Smiling at my wayward thoughts I glided once more to sit by her side. I opened a basket and took out a bottle of her favorite wine and two glasses and poured us some. She leaned on one elbow and took hers and we entwined our arms, the deep red sparking in the moonlight like precious rubies.

“To us”

I whispered, looking deep into her sensually expressive eyes as we both took our first delicious sips.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The beautiful airy thatch is open, letting the silvery light of the moon illuminate the entire room amidst flickering candle light. The breeze plays across the wooden surfaces, carrying the scents of the island on its gently billowing hands, the balmy tropical heat glistening on our skin.

Yeishia lays me down upon the leather plinth, my eyes following her every slow, unrushed move as she smoothes my hair across its surface. The entire ambiance speaks of relaxation, letting my senses swim out into a place of bliss, my mind shucking the worries of the world aside to embrace this tranquillity.

A beautiful bright orange tiger lily is poised between her fingers and turned into an exotic caress as Yeishia gently trails it down my body, starting at my cheek, across all the erroneous parts of my body to nestle atop my mons, a beautiful erotic garden waiting to be explored by this goddess.

She disappears for a moment and I stare at the moon through one of the loft windows, my eyes half closed … my mind floating somewhere calm. She is back in a few heartbeats bearing the nectar of the gods and a delightful array of nibbles to tease our palettes.

I watch as she pours us a glass of wine … the fragrance filling my senses as I lean in on one elbow, swirling the contents between my fingers.

“To us”

I smile at the toast, smiling into her beautiful and expressive eyes. “To us,” I echo, taking a sip before I languidly let my eyes smooth across her form, finally coming to rest on her lips. I can not help myself as I push up from my lounging position to capture them. She is soft, intoxicating and I let the kiss linger … slow, soulful and deeply erotic.

Placing my own glass on the side, I gently relieve her of her wine and slowly lay her down upon the plinth. Hovering over her, I smile as I allow my eyes to feast upon her delicate features. Lowering my head, I capture those blossoming lips and I deepen the kiss, sweet desire slowly simmering through my veins.

My hand finds purchase upon her flesh as I let it trail along her neck, down her collarbone to smooth across one of her ripe, firm mounds … my thumb circling around her areola before I gently roll her nipple between my fingers … my lips never leaving hers.

The reaction I get from her is pure pleasure and I finally release her lips. They are swollen, the look in her eyes intoxicating. “You are exquisite,” I breathe, as I trail a light and fluttering line of kisses along her jaw and down her neck to press my lips to the tender flesh just beneath her ear.

“Gorgeous,” I breathe, letting my breath tease her. I know what that does to me, and I relish in the knowledge. My lips continue their trail down across her collarbone to finally reach her soft orb, replacing my fingers with my lips. Gently sucking her nipple into my mouth, I let my tongue swirl around it … slowly … torturously.

My hand continues a path down her body, across her hip to let my fingers smooth across her soft skin before finding their way to Yeishia’s honey pot. Trailing my fingers up her labia … barely touching … just enough to let her know that they are there and familiarising themselves with the contours of her most intimate part.

Releasing her nipple, I shift my weight and lie down next to her on my side, pulling her closer to me before my lips find a home against hers once more. Gently pushing my hand against her leg, she parts them and my fingers slowly run across the valley of her sex, trailing up from her weeping depths to her clit … where they linger for a moment before starting the journey back down.

I do this a few times … slowly … tenderly, my lips holding hers captive … our bodies warm against each other as I surrender to the desire, the gentle bonding that makes the rest of the world fade into the background. Only Yeishia exists in this universe, her warm body against mine … her lips a means of worshipping this beautiful woman … my fingers exploring her as I let two of them slide into her depths, curling up and gently stroking her g-spot.

 

[yeishia]

The slow path her smoldering eyes take is like the softest of caresses I shiver slightly in response my small tongue peeking from between my lips as her eyes find their final resting place. I know what will happen next it is as inevitable as the rising moon over my private Island each balmy evening. I welcome the seductive touch of her lips on mine, her taste like unprocessed honey, Ummmmmm, divinity sublime slow, soulful and deeply erotic.

Had she not relieved me of my wineglass it would have shattered along with any lingering resistance I may have had onto the floor beneath the place we were reclining. "Deeeeliscious." I murmur my voice a low throaty purr as through half closed eyes I watch her fill my vision seconds before leaning closer allowing the unique fragrance of her skin to wash over me as she deepened our soul searing kiss.

No words can adequately describe the sensation of soft flesh entwining in the most intimate of ways in a dance not unlike a sensual Rumba, small slow languid movements of checks and counter-checks before final balance is achieved. The process sensuously repeating over and over as sinful boundaries are pushed and explored. I never want our kiss to end I could enjoy the textures of her mouth for an eternity.

Small ribbons of smoldering sensation radiate outwards from our evocative kiss to make their lazy way across my skin fanned by the beauty whose arms I am entwined in, spurred onwards by the pressure of her hand on my most sensitive places…

Unconsciously I mirror her every movement...

My hand finds purchase upon her flesh as I let it trail along her neck,

Ummmmm nice…..

down her collarbone to smooth across one of her ripe, firm mounds … my thumb circling around her areola before I gently roll her nipple between my fingers …

ahhhhhhh

Our lips fused joining us as one being. Shared sensation, shared breath, shared heartbeats.

As our kiss ends I slowly open my eyes

. “You are exquisite,” she breaths

“You are exquisite,” I echo a heat beat behind her softly spoken words.

I feel her butterfly kisses along my jaw line to that perfect spot just beneath my ear; my eyes flutter closed Ummmmm perfection, She lingers fanning the slow burning fire to even greater heights. Already my desire is pooling like viscous lava in the pit of my trembling belly demanding its release...

My head falls backwards allowing her easy access to my slender throat as I arch upwards moaning as her lips taste of my puffy nipples She is a temptress playing my sensitive flesh in a way no other has. I can do nothing both hands fan her slender waist as I try to steady my trembling form against the onslaught of pure hedonistic pleasure this delightful friend is bringing me.

"Deeeeee please I ohhhhhhhhhh!"

I want ohhhhhhh her fingers continue their teasing descent across my pliant flesh where goosebumps via with one another for her sensuous touch until at last …

Mmmmmmmmm I hold my breath as she gently explore my secret places, never have I, she is my very first...

I am bereft as she changes her position to lie against me complete again as I feel her lips on mine

Lost…..

in sweet sensation as my thighs gently fall open to her ministrations and I slip a small hand between our bodies as once again I become a perfect mirror to her actions.

I want this divine Goddess to experience the divinity with me every small joy and sensation, I want us to sore across the heavens like twins stars hand in hand together....One being entwined souls.

My fingers slowly run across the valley of her sex, trailing up from her weeping depths to her clit … where they linger for a moment before starting the journey back down.

Shared warmth; I feel she feels...

Only Dee exists in this universe, her warm body against mine … her lips a means of worshiping this beautiful woman … my fingers exploring her as I let two of them slide into her depths, curling up and gently stroking her g-spot.

”Dee together now come fly to heaven with me" I plead softly against her mouth before my lips find that sensitive spot at the base of her ear with my lips and I curl my fingers and touch her clit in perfect unison with her gentle movements on my own flesh.

The low lazy hazy orgasm which has been building to a cresendo between us both intensifies as we instinctively press closer sandwiching our hands between us as they strum out their individual symphonies. Breast to Breast soft globes of heat and desire nipples finding each other like long lost lovers our hearts beating in perfect unison with one another.

Never had I felt such exquisite extraordinary bliss “Deeeeeeeee you complete me so,” I whisper gently into the recesses of her lovely mouth. All of our small spaces are filled to the brim with love and our passion, no two could be closer unless born that way, an unparalleled unison, an exquisite symphony... perfection

 

[Tio_Narratore]

A light, no, a glow of a myriad lights, soft candles lit against the darkness of the lush interior. Light enough for lovers to outline each other’s breast and bellies, and the fragrance carried on the breeze told him these two women were lovers. He imagined their pleasures as the soft whispers of their passion wafted by his ears, and he reveled in thoughts of their delights and desires.

A pause as he kept his distance, unwilling to disrupt the conjunction within, and a deeper breath to separate the commingled scents. One was entirely unknown, but the other held a faint familiarity. Had he known her once, he wondered, in some exotic port or more homely harbour, or had he found it in a dream. Another breath, and the scent filled him, arousing every nerve and flooding heated blood into every muscle, every organ.

Now he must cool himself, lest the passion her fragrance inflamed rise to unbridled lust and drive him wildly into their Sapphic sanctuary. Out from the light, from the scents, that had drawn him as they would have drawn a luna moth in search of sweet nectar, and back to the forest, back into the cooler light of full moon.

An opening, and luna, full at her zenith, glistens in reflection on a cooling pool. The sound of falling water dampens the notes of the lovers’ duet and the rising mist of the cascade dissipates their scents. He sheds his garb and slides silently into the liquid, his passions lessened in all save his mind. There he strains to remember the scent’s origin, the body from which it emanated, and he imagines her, a dim mist-shrouded form joining him beside the moonlit pool. He swims languidly across the pool and finds a bed in the soft, cool moss on the farther shore. His travels and his search and his desire has tired him, and he drifts in and out of a sensual reverie of a lover unseen and unknown.

 

[DarkEmpress]

“Deeeeeeeee you complete me so.”

Yeishia’s soft touch sends a ravenous river of desire to burn through my veins, my senses floating somewhere in a haze of ecstasy … the taste … smell of her, driving me further.

I can feel the brink of sweet release drawing nearer and as she pushes me over the edge, my body contracts … my head thrown back, breath catching in my throat. I let it ripple and roil through me, my eyes finding hers and in wonder, I stare … the beautiful expression on her face. Half pained, her eyes dilated … the soft sounds coming from her lips as her body shudders against mine.

There is nothing sweeter … nothing more erotic than watching her sweet body quiver in ecstasy, the tips of my fingers baring testament to the incredible pleasure crashing through her.

I give her no reprieve … no time to catch her breath as I gently roll her onto her back. Sidling down her body, my hands drip from her flesh as I leave a trail of blistering kisses down her belly … across her naval … to her oasis of pleasure.

Pressing a soft kiss to her mons, my tongue languidly slides across her clit … the sweet nectar of her desire pools there. Lifting her legs, I gently splay her open. I can see her body tensing; her hands buried in something as she pulls every muscle in her body tight like a bow. I swirl my tongue around her clit, my fingers sensually smoothing across her g-spot … buried deep within her warmth.

My tongue slowly swirls around in circles … smaller … smaller … until I reach the epicentre of her being and I dart it in and out in a fast staccato, designed to drive her insane. Yeishia had slid down the pinnacle of her first orgasm just a fraction, and it doesn’t take me long to drive her back up there, this orgasm promising to be more intense … more mind-blowing. She writhes and shudders beneath my advances, the sounds coming from her lips more frantic … more begging, as I drive her higher.

Soon, she is poised on the edge, and in a final act of seduction my fingers still on her g-spot, adding another finger to press in deeper … wider. My tongue presses hard into that one spot that will push her over the edge … my free hand splayed across her belly with enough pressure to perpetuate an avalanche of pure fire through her system. A sheen of perspiration glistens on her skin as I hold her in place, giving her the time she needs to push her mind into that space of total release.

It takes a second … one more … and then I feel the first pulse against my tongue as her body shudders uncontrollably. All I can do is breathe … my body rejoicing in her ecstasy … a satisfied little smile lingering on my lips as I feel her trembling in sweet bliss … her juices covering my fingers in rejoice.

She is sated … breath racing past her lips as I slowly make my way back up her body, leaving another trail of kisses across her soft and alluring flesh. She is still trembling as I stare into her eyes for a moment and smile contentedly, gently catching the tears that are meandering down her cheek.

“I have to go, my sweet,” I say in a husky voice as I press a soft kiss to her lips, smoothing a wayward hair from her forehead. “Thank you for sharing your body with me,” I say, warmth flickering in my eyes as I wink conspiratorially at her. I know there is someone waiting for her outside … I sensed him earlier.

Reluctantly I push myself to my feet, walking to where my cloak lies forgotten on the floor. Pulling it close around my shoulders, I clasp it in place and pull the hood across my head, my features hidden in its depths. Blowing Yeishia a soft kiss from my fingertips, my cloak slowly starts to swirl around my body, my form disappearing in a black mist before disappearing into the night sky … the scent of a Highveld Thunderstorm lingering in the air.

 

[grant_s]

xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxo
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these words speak of you

 

[yeishia]

Words cannot adequately describe the feeling my delightful friend was bringing to me. I felt almost as if I had returned back into my element, the sea...

Once again I was a mermaid riding the crests of one wave after another in my pursuit of pleasure, becoming one with nature as I am carried from orgasm to orgasm each orchestrated by the delightful female nestled between my legs.

Some shared experiences are so profound they defy explanation and to me this was one such time. Slow tears of sublime joy and ecstasy flowed from my passion filled eyes, small treasures not to be wasted and so Dee tasted of each one as silently they fell. That I could find such heights of pleasure with a woman, with this divine Goddess, was almost beyond belief. I sincerely hoped that all women could experience such a depth of pleasure; this was so beyond mere sexual fulfillment that it felt nothing short of miraculous to me…

“I have to go, my sweet,” a soft kiss to my lips, sated barely able to move I can only lie there wishing she did not have to leave.

“Thank you for sharing your body with me,”

"My wonderful Dee the pleasure was all mine.” I finally managed say my voice barely above a husky whisper as I smile into her beautiful eyes, saddened that she must leave.

“You must return soon.” I have no need to say more she knows what I am trying to convey and I am confident that we shall continue on another occasion.

I simply cannot wait…

I am somber as I watch her prepare her leave my eyes drinking in the contours of her unbelievable body as I memorize each delightful curve.

I catch the kiss she sends me and press it to my heart.

Soon all I am left with is the scent of a Highveld Thunderstorm lingering in the air. The perfect aphrodisiac I wished it would remain forever; I wished I could bottle it!

I am unsure how long I lie there asking in the afterglow of this treasured experience as I listened to the sound of night floating on the fragrant breeze almost lulling me into slumber.

Finally, I make myself get up, not bothering with my wrap I glide nude to the outdoor shower. I was loath to wash the scent of our lovemaking from my skin and as I stood beneath the flow I relived the memories of our time together while the water cascaded down upon my hypersensitive flesh.

Turning the temperature to icy cold for a few minutes causing my nipples to stand out in sharp relief I start to feel rejuvenated and fully awake once more. Stepping from under the punishing spray I decide to take a shortcut to my bedroom rather than return via the house. I love to walk nude my private grounds feeling the soft grass beneath my feet as I move. This is my home this is my place of freedom and I loved sultry night such as this one.

I stopped for a second looking off into the forest, it seems the sailor that had landed was exploring my beautiful island I hoped he would eventually find his way to me...

The path I had taken eventually brought me to my front doorway and to my surprise I found a beautifully wrapped package. Smiling I picked it up, I adore surprises and carried it to my bedroom. I was excited and so not bothering to dress I tore open the wrapper wondering who it was from. It contained a CD and a note. Quickly scanning the note I smiled.

It said simply, “these words speak of you.”

He and I had taken our time getting to know one another, progressing from friendship to something so much sweeter. He had allowed me the time to fully get to know him, to trust in his intentions. He had allowed me the time to believe again.

I was smiling, happy tears flowing once again as I read the lyrics to the song contained on the CD I was holding in my trembling fingers

Just The Way You Are.

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look ok, I say

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are…



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Slipping on my favorite sleepwear I placed the CD in the Bose system and barefoot I began to sway as I listened to the music my mind sifting through the memories we had made together over the past months. I was wondering if he would decide to visit me here in this my most special place…

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[Tio_Narratore]

He awakes with a start, the harsh cry of a bird or, perhaps, his own imagination, and rises from the moss, casting a shadow lengthened by the horizon-nearing moon. The scent – her scent – is still on the breeze, still musky with passion, but now almost singular; only a hint of the other remains. The once-and-no-longer Captain treads around the random ripples of the pool, his naked body feeling the brush of leaves as lightly as the moss feels his careful footfalls. The light beckons again, and he approaches, halting in the darkness of the forest as he reaches the grassy lawn that surrounds the glowing enclave.

Her scent envelopes him now, filling him with familiarity and lust together, and he sees her, back-lit by candles, their light pouring through her silken gown and outlining her form as a sharp silhouette framed in the open wall of her boudoir. He waits, still and nearly breathless, until she turns to face inward, and then begins a stealthy approach.

So familiar and so unknown, he recognizes only his desire for her. It is she to whom the winds and waves and fates have driven him this moon, this lifetime, and she is the one he will fill and the one who will envelope him. Each step brings him closer, each step quickens his heart, and each step resounds in the throbs of his stiffening manhood.

Behind her, now, still undetected, and he is overwhelmed by her. More than scent and distant sight, her breath and even her heartbeats seem to echo in his ears as he stands silently behind her, longing for her touch and her taste. She is in his reach, and his right hand darts out, catching her around the left wrist. In one deft motion he brings her arm behind her back, wrapping it with his around her waist, and draws her tight against himself. He feels her heat and her softness through the smooth silk of her nightgown and his organ presses hot and hard against her in response. He slid his left hand slowly up her body, gliding lightly over her belly and breasts to her shoulder. Fingers and thumb encircled her long, delicate neck and tautened on her throat, drawing her face to his. Lips pressed against lips, then, prying hers apart for his tongue to find her taste, and with that first taste, he moaned as if it were the sweetest and muskiest taste a man could ever know.

The taste of her, the touch of her, all was as familiar as her scent, and just as unknown, as he pressed his kiss firmer, drove his tongue more deeply between her lips, and pulled her body tighter against his pulsing passion.

 

[yeishia]

As I disembarked I immediately felt the tranquility that was inherently Serendipity, it invaded my bones like a living entity causing me to smile from the inside out. I adored this island I had been away far too long.

Last night I had slipped into Solliquium and retrieved the things most precious to me, my treasure box, my dairy and of course the friends who inhabited the pond in my not so secret garden. Thanks to the wonders of magic they were already ensconced in one of my outdoor ponds, I would tend to them later. I had also made a trip into my real world and had all three of my dogs with me this time, Foxworth, Lily and Cartier my newest addition, I knew they would enjoy this lush exotic place where they could roam free without restriction.

Slowly I made my way along the winding path the sunshine on my skin warming my weakened soul, I so needed this respite from all things hurtful. I was at the point I feared my sickness returning from stress alone this thought had spurred me into action…

I needed to reconnect with me.

The first sight of my cottage simply took my breath away I stopped stock still and drank in the beauty I had almost forgotten how perfect it all was. I smiled softly remembering the last time I had been here.

Grant who had accepted me just the way I was...

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying.She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day. Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me. And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see.But every time she asks me do I look ok, I say. When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Cause you're amazing, just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are…

Still back then it hadn't been enough to keep him...would I ever be enough for one man?

Dee…

Oh how I missed our friendship, it had slipped away into oblivion like the sands of time and was no more beyond the fact that she would always occupy a special place in my fragile heart.

The old sailor …

His right hand had darted out, catching me around the left wrist. In one deft motion he had brought my arm behind my back, wrapping it with his around my tiny waist, before drawing me tight against his hard form. I could still feel his heated response to my presence as he slid his left hand slowly up my body gliding lightly over my belly and breasts awakening my responsive flesh to finally rest gently on my trembling shoulder. His fingers and thumb had encircled my long, delicate neck and tautened on my throat like a living brand before drawing my smiling face to his. Lips pressed against lips…

For a moment I shivered in the sunshine remembering their touch and my response as pried mine apart his tongue needing desperately to taste, and with that first taste, both he and I had moaned deeply as if it were the sweetest and muskiest taste we could both could ever know. The taste of him, the touch of him, all was as familiar as his scent, and just as unknown, as he pressed his kiss firmer, drove his tongue more deeply between my lips, and pulled my body tighter against his pulsing passion…

I sat down heavily on a nearby boulder remembering, barely aware of the dogs who were happily exploring every nook and cranny of the beloved place without ever venturing out of ear shot.

I had known my visitor in another lifetime, one where my legs had diminished in favor of a glorious tail, we had met at sea, I the siren who would have lured him to his death had I not fallen in love with him instead.

Such glorious Passion!

My mind tried to conjure the many sultry nights when we surely had joined as one….

The evocative memory remained tantalizingly just out of reach until finally I shook myself from my reverie. With reluctance I simply grinned wondering if I would see his return while I was visiting. It had been well over a year almost two yet I could still sense his presence; the masculine smell of him still temptingly intermingled with the evocative scent of the many heady flowers which were indigenous to my home away from home.

Enough!

I stood up anxious to reacquaint myself with Serendipity, home of my heart, place where I could be myself without fear of hurting anyone.

Perhaps here I could learn to write again...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Awake again, near midnight. A different harbour, a different bed, but the dream again. She is in his arms, held tight, their bodies solid and close, their kiss passionate and deep. And the kiss dissolves into the mist, luminous, vapourous, their lips first, and then it flows in a wave until all is gone. All save the waking.

Another harbour. The same smell. It could be Marseille or Shanghai. Iit doesn’t matter; it still is diesel and rotted fish on the salt air. Some respite in the room, the room he always finds after reeling from the bar. Was it Rosie’s? Or the Shamrock? The China Pearl? The girl, the woman, takes his arm and leads him to the room. Always overlooking the piers, but still a different scent. Jasmine, perhaps, or Attar of Rose, merged with the musk of her womanhood.

He dissolves into the mist of her fragrance, into the softness of her body, seeking in her the course of the Lethe, the waters of forgetfulness, and then he sleeps. Sleeps until the dream - the memory - returns and draws him back to her island, to her arms, to her lips. Awake again, and the sting of the dream drives deep into his heart.

From the bed to the window, and he stands naked, silhouetted and highlighted by the moon. It is full this night, and close to the horizon. Its silver glow glistens on the water and floods through the window, highlighting this night’s girl as well. He looks longingly at her, but it is not her whom he sees. His eyes search for the woman from the island, the woman who dissolved from his arms. He touches this woman’s cheek and then dresses. He empties his wallet for her; there will be no need of money until the next port, and then there will be the next pay.

Down the stairs and onto the quay side road to find his next ship, his next escape from memory, and his land legs carry him swiftly along. The first, and it’s not to his liking; the second the same. And then, between piers, the moon offers him a skiff, a sailing skiff, and he knows it is for him. Into the cockpit and off with the lines, a few pulls on the oars, and he finds the open water of the bay. Raise the sail! Plot a course!

A course to where? He pauses, and his eyes, his mind, focuses on the dark between the flashes of moonlight on the waves. And there he sails, following the uncharted, unfixed, course of Luna’s shadow. He will go where she leads him, be it for salvation or curse.

Free of the land, now on open sea, and the oil and rot and attar are gone from the salt of the air. A breeze wafts from all directions, as variable as the Moon herself and sending him on random tacks through her darkness. On the breeze he senses it- her Island; her scent, and his heart, his whole body, becomes one with the skiff, skimming over waves to seek and find his desire...

 

[Last_Rider]

A small envelope appears with the name of my Yeishia, my Angel across the front. Inside is a short note, her Dark Angel has gone to their bedroom and will wait there for her.

 

[yeishia]

A Reminder...

"Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally stumbles upon something fortunate, it becomes defined by fate and revealed by destiny. It is an enchanting moment beyond the realm of reason. Its touch is visible only to poetic souls; it chooses its own time and place."

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Serendipidy

Lonely and lost, I stood there
Waiting for the dawn that was nowhere.
Pristine and fresh, the early morning dew
Spreading its touch, a passion so new.
Memories of life and its unknown paths
Ones that seem to never depart.
Until your gaze, it passed my soul
Brought back to me, joys untold.
If I would die tomorrow, I wouldn’t care
Those little memories, in my heart, it would bear
In my heart and soul, I trust you so
I love you more than you'll ever know.
For today, tomorrow and evermore!

Your touch was gentle, your words were strong,
but does it mean I have found the one?
Those unheard whispers
The way it silently spurs.
Those stars that I wished for
The infinite kisses I blew afar.
A fortunate meeting,
An unexpected feeling.
Catch me in your dreams
Hold me until my heart redeems.
It's just a day in my life
A day of love, abundantly rife.
Serendipity, it is, all along
To bring me back to where I truly belong!!!

By shiv


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[yeishia]

The boat had dropped me off at the wharf and I had chosen to walk the rest of the way to Serendipity and reacquaint myself with my beautiful surroundings. Sunshine, truly fresh air, a lush greenery and of course the birds, their joyous song was music to my ears.

I had forgotten what a perfect paradise this island truly was. I smiled as I walked through the arch which proclaimed me home.......... Serendipity.

It had been a long time......

Over a year in fact how I had missed this place. This last year had been a difficult one, yet I had survived hungry but intact. I was determined that in 2014 I would walk forwards towards the sunlight always moving...no regrets.

I turned my face towards the life-giving warmth of the sun as I made my way along the winding pathway. I was wearing the same outfit I had worn the very first time I had claimed this island as my own.

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Crossing the threshold to my home I made my way to my bedroom. Sitting on the ned I opened my magical gift and carefully unpacked the exquisite while rose which has been lying onthe bd of tissue.

It thorn was wicked but sometimes one needed to experience pain. It afforded growth. This was one of those occasions. Without hesitation I placed the pad of one slender finger on the thorn then gently closing my eyes I pressed it into my sensitive flesh and made my hearts wish.

The thorn bites deep...

Eyes popping open at sudden sharp pain I place my wounded finger between my lips tasting of my life's blood before reverently placing the white rose upon my pillow and lying down beside it...

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She must have fallen asleep perhaps lying there on her bed. Some instinct awoke her some primal need perhaps. As if sleep walking she made her way to the front door listening intently finger tips placed gently on its wooden surface she simply inhaled wondering what has compelled her from her thus...


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[Light Ice]

The thorn bites deep. Penance. It's paid in crimson, claret, which runs down a calloused hand. A wish made.

He's at her door.

Waiting with roses of his own.

And a wish, be that as it may, aware of the past and the time between. The slow, steady tumble as grains of sand spill away. Wondering if it might come true.

 

[yeishia]

With trembling fingers the door was finally opened.

The potent male who stood there strong and sure was intoxicating as always. The sight of him warmed her heart at a time when she thought it might not ever feel again.

Noticing the roses she looked up shyly at him for a moment drinking in the angular planes of his handsome face saying nothing.

Words would be superfluous.

Their bond remained.

Without hesitation she then stepped backwards allowing him access to her heart and home...

 

[Light Ice]

In the past he'd simply take. In the future, maybe again. For now, though, he's gentle. The stretch of a strong hand that glides long fingers across a delicate, girlish hip. Silk under his touch. The steady cadence of his pulse, quickening, as memories and intentions twist up under the dimly lit confines of her place. For now, her rules. He'd been too hard in the past. Too rough.

He's never been an easy man.

He's trying to be a better one.

The kiss doesn't brush her lips, though they're petal soft and perfect. It finds the delicate arch of her cheek. The corner of her eyes, which he's convinced, have always been a window into a sweetness he'd never managed to treat accordingly. Apologies are small things. Fragile things.

Romance is powerful. He lets her have what he has of it now, in tenderness, with patience. Beneath the surface will always be that same raw power. The brute force. It lives as much a part of him and he can neither deny it or argue entirely with it. He aches, drunk on her, from how near she is. Purely feminine. Exotic to him. There's an absolute awareness of her.

"Forgive me." He offers into the shell of her ear. They'd always had something. He wanted to be better to it.

 

[yeishia]

Standing absolutely still she can feel the primal essence of the strong male standing before her. Her first instinct is to step back but she holds her ground almost fearless in her determination.

He is drawn to dynamic forceful females. Those filled with fire and brimstone.

Her strength is one of quiet certainty, born of her her conviction that she was indeed worthy of more than she had experienced in her life this far.

Bone deep strength. Often overlooked. Often perceived as weakness.

She is soft, sensual, surreal, needing to feel cherished above all else-yet there are hidden fires smoldering away deep down in her dancers form.

The hand gliding across her hip is like a brand burning through the soft fabric causing those fires to sizzle and pop. Molten lava waiting expectantly. Belly deep, she is filled with a need of him.

His gentle touch is unexpected, her heart does flip flops as he gazes into her startled eyes.

"Forgive me." He offers into the shell of her ear.

Her own slender hand had traced its own path upwards sliding gently across the valley and planes of his toned form as if she were reading braille.

She placed a single finger across his firm lips. "Shhh," she implored quietly.

"The past is gone there is only this moment."

Her soft smile is warm, inviting. Her finger is replaced by her warm soft lips as she places them upon his tasting the very essence of him, as if ensuring that he was indeed real and not a figment of her imagination.