"Welcome to the Darkside. We have cookies."

Friday, April 20, 2007

Jaded {Part Two}

The Torrid Tale Of Jaded

The gaze of the girl, mesmerized by Jade's sensuality, was increasing her desire to be a cat, even if she was not especially attracted by women. Her only pleasure was to seduce and when she could emanate her seductive power onto a man or a woman, like now, it always gave her intense consuming pleasure.

Her glass of wine emptied, when she stood up, Jade saw the astonished expression, followed by a beaming smile on the girl's lips when she saw the wet mark on the leather wall seat, at the place where Jade was sat.

Jade had then brushed against her with the silk of her dress while leaving, provoking a wave of pleasure and desire through the girl's sensorium.

If the smoothness of the silk was able to arouse Jade ecstatically, her most tender friend was the wind. Not the cold wind, violent and indelicate, no, her friend was the cool summer wind, the one that freshened and rose up along your legs, that caressed your hair, giving life, the wind that pressed the silk against your naked body, the tender wind that penetrates you, the wind that possesses you, the wind that makes you quiver with delight.

What was the most arousing in the wind for Jade was to feel the caress of the air on her sex when the wind was filtering tenderly under her silk dress, making her quiver when gliding through the soft and curled hair of her pussy, always offered to lust, always offered to love.

But the wind was also her ally to conquer men, the main occupation in Jade's life.When Jade was looking at a man who appealed to her, her big green elongated eyes, enhanced by her long eyelashes, were sparkling with desire while her sensual mouth opened slightly, as if a fragrance of love would escape from it.

Like a real "Don Juan" in high heels, she had an insatiable need to conquer; she always needed to test the power of her seductive ability.

Like "Don Juan", she was only involved with ephemeral love affairs, her pleasure was never assuaged, the man, once conquered, he did not interest her anymore, she needed to conquer another male, to go back hunting, as love was a hunting instinct to Jade.

As a real hunter, she knew every nook and cranny of her Parisian territory, where she would drive out the game and her hunting technique was one of the most sophisticated. We have to say that Jade's technique to capture men was particular and that's where her friend the wind came into play.

Not only content with the feeling of the fresh air filtering through her pubic hair under her dress, she was also attracting her conquests by letting the wind rush under her.

Skilled in love aerology, once she had spotted her prey, a windy day, she managed to let her dress rise up completely in complicity with the wind, offering in such a way, her nudity to the gaze of the man she was lusting for. Exposing herself this way to him, she was arousing herself to the highest point, and often she was already wet when her dress rose up.


₪Μy§TẲfiЄĐ₪! said...

awwww no not you, Desolation-Angel :( I am so sorry to hear that, what are you going to do sweetie? I love your space, I love your writings and I love you,
Plzzz tell me if you are going to build another space or what ok?

₪Μy§TẲfiЄĐ₪! said...

Hi Angel, it's only this morning that I have been able to "properly" get around my space and I want to let you know that I have started work on a space here as well. At the moment it looks like an empty flat but, that's because I can't stop "feeling" your words :( Grrrr

Djierke said...

T'is a fine line between admiration and infatuation. Too often that line is crossed with distressing results. There is a collar around her soft neck, with a Dirk nestled against her throat.
To those that venture upon claimed territory - Respect is earned, not a given right.
To My First, it was your words that was the catalyst that fused our paths together. Do not stop writing m'lady.

₪Μy§TẲfiЄĐ₪! said...

I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I had crossed any lines. I can tell you that I am not infatuated with anyone on the web. That is just me being me and that is how I talk with my online friends. If I have given any other impression, I am truly sorry.

That's Life

That's Life

The Master Of Her Domain

The Master Of Her Domain
There is One for everyone. The Master of my Domain is the axis in which my world spins. There shall only be but One. Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold......