Pole Dance by kefria |
kefira rises fluidly to her feet and walks across the room, her hips swaying sinuously, with the hypnotizing sound of slave bells, she stands proudly before the pole, tossing her hair back, feeling it sway over her bare back, the rich cherry black in stark contrast to ivory skin, the firelight glints off golden rings in her ears, the fine golden chain glittering around her waist, she pauses a moment.... kefira drops to her knees before the pole, bare flesh glowing in the soft light of the fires, awash in scintillating shadows, her face expressionless, she looks at the smooth polished surface, and a shiver runs up her spine thinking that it was slaves such as herself that brought such a lustre to the pole, she feels the coolness of air washing between spread thighs, caressing heated flesh, the warmth of the sand beneath her legs.... kefira shakes ebony hair back as she scoots forward on her knees, pressing tightly to the pole, her knees straddling it, her breasts and belly crushed against it, she slides her hands up the smoothness of it, palms flat, fingers splayed, her arms and hands holding it tightly, the thin gold bands encircling her wrists sparkle in the flickering light as she presses her soft cheek to the unyielding surface.... kefira gasps, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling the pole against the length of her, slave flesh molded to it, she feels it's coolness against her fevered skin, her heat pressed tightly to it, she hears the music begin, a sensual, enticing melody such as can only be heard on Gor, she opens green eyes, a sparkle glimmering within their depths, her mouth softens, breath catching, she begins to move..... kefira runs her hands up the pole, caressing it as though it were a Master, feeling the hardness, the smooth texture beneath her sensitive fingers, sooty lashes rising, eyes following her movements, she presses her hips closer and brings even white teeth down on her soft lower lip as she feels a flash of pleasure race through her at the inanimate touch, skin flushing slightly, insantly at her trained responsiveness.... kefira begins to writhe upon her knees, moving around the pole, pressing her trembling thighs tightly to it, shifting the sand about her as she moves, molding it to her form as her nails claw at the pole, the silky softness of sheer white nails, belying the desperation of her raking, her aroused nipples moving over the polished surface, her forest green eyes begin to burn as her breath whispers hotly past parted lips.... kefira throws her head and shoulders back, bowing backwards, rich midnight hair pooled on the floor, the highlights catching fire as the flames seem to coalesce within the raven depths, her hands holding fast to the pole, her hips begin to rise, lifting her higher and higher up on her knees, her ass swaying lightly, her heart pounding in rhythm to the music, barely discerning the flickering of fire off the surface of the pole.... kefira closes her eyes, her face tormented as she yeilds to the sensations flooding through her, hair swirling on the floor, her back swaying as she lifts and lowers her hips agaisnt the pole, dragging her heat mercilessly against the hard, smooth surface, her belly begins to quiver as fire flashes through her veins, her thighs begin to tremble, clenching around the pole, begging silently for more than the stark, inhuman touch..... kefira lowers again to rest her ass on her heels as she remembers her audience, her back moving up, a trickle of sweat coursing its way down her spine as shoulders lift and stiffen, the pulse in her throat pounding frantically against the rim of her collar, finally her head rises and she snaps open her eyes, glaring at the Master's around her, she growls deep in her throat, a need, fierce and untamable, uncontrollable consuming her... kefira rises slowly to her feet, as though pulled, each muscle flexed, alert, tensed as her nerves are strung tight, overly sensitized, keeping her body pressed to the pole, her blazing eyes register surprise at the wetness she feels as she moves up it, she tips her face, reaching out her tongue to lick lightly at the wood, she presses soft moist kisses upon it before throwing her head back with a deep, tortured moan.... kefira draws quickly back and stalks disdainfully around the pole, looking over her shoulder, from beneath raven lashes, challenging the Masters and herself, before she leans bodily against the wood, lifting her left leg to wrap around the pole, hands moving down, sliding between her legs, caressing, before she suddenly lets go with her hands, and bringing them to her hair, locking them behind her neck, she slowly leans back.... kefira reveals herself completely, bound to the pole, as the firelight washes her in a dull red tinged light, her full ripe breasts with aroused rosy nipples, aching to be kissed, heaving softly, her belly taut with desire, a glistening trail coursing down the center of her stomach, hot breath steaming past soft, yeilding, lips, parted for the fierce kiss of a Master, she lets sooty lashes fall over her smoldering eyes, bowed cruelly back.... kefira whimpers softly as she slowly opens her eyes and straightens, pausing a moment, composing herself before turning around, pressing her back to the pole she stands straight against it, her breasts heaving as she drinks deeply of the air, green eyes flashing as she searches the room, her eyes blazing a challenge to each she sees, a dare silently issued as a taunting smirk teases at the corners of her mouth.... kefira smiles slowly, the smirk fading with control as she brings her hands to her thighs, lowering herself with exquisite slowness down the pole, flesh moving slickly, easily over the surface, her ass and back pressed to it, her thighs widening, long snow white nails dragging over the tender flesh of inner thighs, drawing the gaze of her audience as she sinks to her knees, feeling her breath calming, her heart slowing slightly.... kefira holds the position for a moment, her head high, daring any Master to tame her, before she then swiftly turns and again kneels facing the pole, her slick and glistening body wrapped around it, her hands high, grasping to it for support, she closes her eyes, hiding within the faint sense of triumph, she smiles behind her shimmering veil of hair as the music stops and silence reigns. |