How I Became Reavers Pg1How I Became Reavers Pg14 years ago in Short Stories
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It was a dark and stormy night. Sparrow was tossing and turning in her bed. Her ebony
hair was tangled, her thin shirt was ripped open, but she didn't care- she was alone in
her bed... thinking about the torture, thinking about the sacrifices... Thinking about
The man she couldn't stand. The man she hated with her every being, but still, she
gave herself to him.
It was because she loved him.
She went to Bloodstone and knocked on his door.
"Ah Sparrow!" Reaver answered.
"Don't you 'Ah Sparrow' me!," She snapped. "I've got news for you mister 'King of
Thieves..." She stopped, and then suddenly burst into tears.
"What's wrong love?" Reaver put his arm around her.
"Well, what is it?" Reaver said, concerned.
She spun around and ran down the street, sobbing. Her white dress and beautiful raven
hair flowing behind her.
Kajira: slavery of GorAuthor's note: I neither subscribe to, nor agree with the philosophy of Gor; I wrote this story largely as an exercise,Kajira: slavery of Gor4 years ago in Editorial
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A kol'lar is either given, or requested even though the Gorean Master will offer the kol'lar to a desired female, the kol'lar is said to have been begged of a Master.
Kai'ri knew, the moment Master locked the kol'lar about her neck that she could never leave it; she was Kajira.
She knelt, in the Nadu position; her knees and thighs were widely parted, hands are on her thighs, soft palms open and facing up, her back gently arched thrusting her breasts forward and up. Entirely exposed and open to Master's gaze or touch as he pleased.
He pleased to step quietly behind her and gently wrap her in a slave tunic; it was sleeveless with a deep, plunging neckline. As Master slowly wrapped it about her, she could feel it was not ordinary silk which she felt for the first time on her body. It was the softest and finest of diaphanous silks, clinging and betraying. It had be
ShipsShips3 years ago in Free Verse
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Something everyone wish they had.
A person to say hello, goodbye
to see you at the dawn of each new day
A pat on the back
An eye for an eye
This close relationship is not false or fake, it's genuine.
A beating of the heart by two souls enjoying commonalities
Monopoly, Twister, Bed Knobs, and Broomsticks,
Portal, Religion, Mathematics, Linguistics
And maybe, just maybe, for one sweet second,
you can look in your best friend's eyes and feel heaven,
Friendships progress to a closer intimacy,
you see, you feel you flutter at the sight of them.
The idea of money and stature becomes irrelavant.
Now, all that matters is their smile, their smell.
Not their funds, they're fun.
They induce smiles.
Emotions strengthen at the tick tock of time passing.
A feeling presents itself, one felt by the masses.
An unbreakable bond between a mover and a shaker,
a thinker and a maker, a pair, a duo
one cosmic cluster of love and devotion and loyalty