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I am a 28 year old submissive and have been in the lifestyle for almost seven years now. I have found my One and we will be celebrating our 2nd anniversary this coming June.
While I am nowhere near an expert, I don't consider myself a novice either. My likes (just to name a few) are spanking, bondage, and puppy play. I also have a profound like of some of the more Gorean aspects of the lifestyle. I am not a kajira, nor do I pretend to be. I am simply what I am. That being said I would like to add that my Home here on collarme is the Ha'Ja'an Lair. I am found there under the name harleyquinn{JN}fgkly. I have been training in the Lair and recently received my yellow silks. Ubar SilentWarrior has honored my with the priviledge of having the titles of first girl of the kennels and kennel liaison. I only hope that I can live up to the standards that the Home holds.
I come to collarme for friendship only and of course knowledge as well. Even though I am a submissive that does not mean that I can be walked upon or all over. Those who try will find themselves at the receiving end of a tongue lashing (while that sounds fun, I assure you it's not)
Outside of the lifestyle I enjoy things such as hiking, reading, being with friends and family and photography.
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The mist rolls in across the forest floor as the campfire burns low.
The only sounds heard are the whisper of the wind in the trees and the
crackle of logs on the fire. He settles back, shrugging into His cape
to ward off the damp chill in the air. Battle honed senses pick up a
sound he has heard before. A voice carries on the wind, hauntingly
beautiful, like the howling of wolves as they gather for the hunt. Out
of the dark steps a woman, Flaxen hair coursing down over her shoulder
as she saunters into the clearing, full of feline grace. Her
complexion flawlessly beautiful it almost hurts to gaze upon her for
too long. She seems to be cloaked in twilight as she moves closer to
the banked fire. Smiling at Him, crimson lips parting as she whispers
"It's been too long my One". He holds out His arms to her and she moves
into them, movements fluid as she is gathered in His embrace, the
firelight plays over their forms as they lay entwined in each others'
embrace. He runs His fingers through her hair, breathing in the sweet
scents of ambrosia and wine that flows from her like honey. Pressing
her face to His neck she inhales the scent of Him, hints of leather and
sandalwood, memorizing the familiar scents as if to always be together.
He cups her face with His hands, carefully tilting her head back,
gazing down into her eyes, feeling Himself getting lost in the amber
hued pools, lowering His lips to her face, He presses a fervent kiss to
her brow. Easing her down onto the bedroll, He lays beside her, her
gown pooling around her statuesque form like royal silk. She gazes up
at Him and lifts her hand, tenderly tracing the outline of His lips
with her fingertips.
Letting His hand run down her body,
trailing down the valley between her breasts, hearing her sigh as His
hand continues it's perusal of her body. She arches to Him, letting
her head fall back as she pulls Him to her, their lips meeting. His
kiss searing her lips, their passion echoed in the flames of the
campfire. Molding her to Him, He kisses her deeply, drinking from her
lips the sweetest of nectar, He draws her into the deepest recesses of
His soul. She drags her nails down His back, wrapping herself around
Him, drawing Him down to cover her as she cradles Him between her
thighs. He kneels and runs His hands up slowly up beneath her
voluminous skirts, peeling them back slowly, sucking His breath in
sharply as her alabaster thighs are revealed. Her pulse quickens as He
strips away her skirts.
He reaches down and draws a dirk from
His boot, the remaining fabric melting apart as He slices the bodice of
her dress, the blade never touching her velvet skin. Tossing the knife
aside He leans down, inhaling her intoxicating smell once more, pulling
her arms up above her head, making her back arch as He gathers her
wrists in His hand, holding her like this as He presses His lips to her
neck, plying soft kisses down the hollow of her throat. He holds her
pinned as His fingers trail along the outer curve of her breast, her
skin flushing as a soft moan escapes rubied lips. Releasing her hands,
He pulls off His tunic, pressing down against her, skin meeting skin,
lifting her up to Him. Pulling her quickly astride His lap, He leans
back against the tree, finding Himself caught in her enchanting
embrace. She meets His kiss hungrily, her passion growing as He pulls
her tight against Him, His hands sliding down over the cleft of her
rounded bottom, gripping possessively.
She drags her nails
teasingly down His chiseled chest, leaning close to press a reverent
kiss above His heart. She lets her hands drift down to His waistline,
deftly undoing His pants, freeing His silken shaft from the soft worn
leather of His breeches. Tilting her hips almost imperceptibly, she
grinds down against Him, letting her head fall back as she slides
slowly onto His full length. Thrusting up into her He lets out a
gutteral moan as He wraps her legs around Him. She opens her eyes,
desire smoldering in those amber orbs. Time seeming to stand still as
they move together, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the
forest. She rides Him faster, their pulses mingling as their lust for
each other consumes them like the flames that leap higher and higher.
She leans back, ensnared by His strong arms, her back arching deeply as
her hips move at a frenzied pace, feeling blissful release nearing,
taking Him with her as she falls over the cliff. Lithe form shuddering
as she is wracked with the exquisite desire of her climax. His hands
grip her hips tightly, marking her as His as He reaches His limit,
crying out as their union is lost to a sea of ecstasy. Collapsing onto
the bedroll once more, both breathing raggedly, spiraling slowly back
to Earth, holding each other close. Their bodies glisten with a soft
sheen of sweat, knowing their time together draws too quickly to a
close.
The wind picks up as the birds rouse from their
slumber to begin the day anew. She rises lithely from their camp, and
smiles softly to Him, no words of comfort are spoken as she steps back
away from Him. Her cloak billowing in the breeze, becoming translucent
as the last moonbeam of the night kisses the tops of the trees. She
vanishes completely into the dwindling shadows of the night, leaving
Him alone once more in the clearing with only His memories of His time
with her to give Him solace. His eyes penetrating the early morning
dark for a last glimmer of her before He leans back against the willow
tree once more, closing His eyes finally, whispering softly "Til next
time My love".
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