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The Masquerade 8
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Posted:Sep 21, 2016 11:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2016 5:38 pm
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Part Eight
It takes a lot of skill to run in heels... which luckily I had as I all but fled from the laughing giant of a man behind me, leaving him in trade for.... a clusterfuck of costumed party goers! Down the grand walkway, through the wrought iron gates, covered in ivory, into their gaping jaws I ran! Hands holding my skirts high up enough so I'd not trip over them and face plant as I moved. Feeling the gown as it flowed about me, long, dark tresses trailing in my wake like silken party streamers as I literally dove into what could have been the gates of hell, for all I cared! Just so I could put a bit of distance between something that attracted me, and yet I repelled myself from him. I slipped off the beaten path and let my skirts fall as I took in the site of the mansion before me. The sounds of music wafting through the myriad of open windows and doors.
The facade of the mansion was festooned in garlands, strings of lights, candles, and all of it just added to the warmth and inviting nature of it all. Little decorations for fall and even Halloween, lurked here and there. Just a sprinkling to entice you to look and explore, but not to where it was gaudy and overbearing. A smile graced sweet lips as I began to move with no final destination to be had. There seemed to be people of mixed ages, though most of them seemed well on in years, but given the costumes, makeup, masks, and wigs it was hard to tell. It really did not matter to me anyways. I was young, unattached and free to enjoy whatever may come without guilt! The servants were all in the same costumes, both the men and women. The men wearing their uniforms, those of an old time nondescript solider from times past and the women in plantation dresses. Servants bearing trays of hors d'oeuvres, glasses of champagne, and even those bearing pitchers of other various drinks and glasses, drifted around the grounds, as well as in and out of the mansion like worker bees from their hive.
The path was leading me around the building. Through the lush lawn, peppered with topiary bushes and hedges, all of them had been shaped and sheared into something breathtaking. As if Edward Scissorhands himself was the grounds keeper! Vivid eyes washing over the small touches here and there, smaller paths jutted off the main one here and there. Sometimes I heard the burble of a fountain that was hidden from view of the main path. Even here there were lamps with candles and decorations tucked in nooks and crannies and I was enjoying just the simple things. Several servants had come to check on me, and when they hard parted ways I had a small, rather swanky looking tray that held my glass and my tidbits of food. I had picked what looked appealing to me, because I did not have to exposure to more refined foods, other than serving them to others.
On a whim I broke off from the main pathway, and onto one that intrigued me. It had been the sound of water moving, yet the source lay concealed by more of those artsy trees, bushes and hedges and I figured what the hell, I might as well explore. Laughter, music, and mingled voices drifted across the grounds like a soft, dull roar. I continued on my trek along the winding pathway oblivious of the swarms of people in the house and spread over the grounds as I disappeared around a bend. The smaller bushes and topiaries were now dominated by stands of ornamental trees. The soft amber glow of lights speckled the pathway, and their glow was seen seeping through the foliage that barred my line of sight. Another twist and turn and I was suddenly taken agog by the beautiful sight before me.
There before me sat an ornate koi pond, cast in the soft amber glow of lamp light. A hidden oasis in a garden on the estate grounds. The soft trickling flow of water was that of a small waterfall flowing over the rocks. Seated there upon the edge of the pond, surrounded by flora, was a gazebo. Slowly I crept to the edge of the pond, almost tip toeing as I did not want to startle the fish within. The lights submerged here and there allowing me to see into what would have been dark waters on any given night. A smile rose as I saw the sleek, elegant, glorious fish as they slid through the water with ease. Some looked like over sized gold fish, from normal to fancy and others looked like prized show fish with their fancy, frilly fins. A living palette of color moved beneath the surface, and I stood there almost mesmerized by them.
The first bit of food I started to indulge in tasted like ham and cheese in a mini croissant type of bread, but ham and cheese hyped up on crack and red bull. More than likely some pig that was raised in a spacial farm on a special diet, and the cheese probably some artsy fartsy name I could not pronounce. Regardless, it was delicious and I was happy I had more than one. I nibbled the small treat into nonexistence. A gleeful little purr of delight came from me as I looked at the small assortment on my tray and plucked another from the masses. I had no clue what it was, but it looked tempting, and smelled scrumptious! They say looks are deceiving, one should never forget that! I took a bite... and started to chew... and then my jaw froze, refusing to chew no more as my eyes widened!
Thankfully I had good reflexes, and was quick enough to spin away from the pond. Dashing towards the first group of bushes. I made it in time as my mouth auto ejected whatever in hell it thought I had the audacity to make it eat! I spat, and kinda gagged as I expelled the smaller bits that clung to the inside of my mouth and tongue. Once my I had gotten rid of it all, but the lingering taste, I looked at what was left in my hand. Almost glaring at it as I spoke to no one in particular. “So gross... what in hell is this!?”
I eyed what appeared to be an unassuming, generous dollop of cheese on a fancy wedge of bread. Now that it was being held away from the tray I could smell its “scent” better and my nose crinkled. Worse I saw movement! A brow arched as I drifted towards one of the lamps to see better. As the soft light washed over what I held before it I saw something literally jump, it looked like a grain of rice. Turning it I then saw another moving through the cheese, a small maggot and I almost lost my lunch right there! Now I thought I was by myself and did not think anyone would have followed the path I had taken as I blurted out, to myself. “Fucking Nasty!! The cheese is beyond mature it's decrepit!” With a snap of my wrist it was sent sailing off into the bushes to finish decomposing!! I was totally grossed out, and I had no idea that it was considered a delicacy by some! Casu Marzu, was an acquired taste I did not have... nor was I willing to acquirer it! A string of choice words spilled from my lips as I wiped my fingers on my linen napkin and quickly took a drink of my champagne.
It was the laughter that had me almost spitting out my drink as it rose like thunder behind me. I spun about to see a man in costume standing there. Ooohh no how long had he been there... what had he heard.. seen!? I swallowed before I could choke. Clearing my throat I steeled myself as I straightened up. Glacial shaded eyes roved over him, for he was cast in shadow by the trees he stood under. Wearing not only a costume of clothing, but also one of darkness. I shifted, moving back towards where I'd been checking out the fish, but kept my eyes on him as I spoke. “Careful of the cheese... it slid off its cracker a long time ago and went bad!”
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The Masquerade 7
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Posted:Sep 20, 2016 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2016 11:27 am
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Part Seven
Having gotten settled on the plush bench seat I sat there, listening to the coachman once more as he clambered up into his appointed seat. I could feel how the carriage shifted as he scaled the ladder and took his seat, he was not a small man, and all of this was so new to me. I was eating up every little detail, every experience my senses could take in. The smell of the interior of the carriage, the smell of the horses. I felt so ultra sensitive to everything about me, almost as if I was tripping balls... but I was not one for taking drugs of any sort! I could hear the horses hooves striking the pavement in their exuberance to be off and moving. Hearing their snorts, and a huff and soft whinnies. Making me giggle as I could just picture them raring to go!
I heard and felt the carriage shift as the coachman took up his reins, the snapping of the leather and his voice as he gave them their command. The sounds of hooves moving in unison as the carriage shifted, lurched, and began to roll smoothly. A smile rose as I listened to the sounds of the horses as they moved, slightly muffled by the carriage about me. Taking in the sounds and scents the night had to offer, and as we began our journey, it was only then my gaze began to roam about the cozy cabin I was encapsulated in. Taking in the other bench opposite to me. The walls and the carved wood and the soft glow of the oil lamps inside, much smaller than those on the outside. Their soft amber glow was inviting, soothing and warm. There were actual roses set in bud vases that were mounted on the walls. Off to the side there sat a small bar, which made my brow quip faintly as I saw the bottle that sat in the ice bucket with a note affixed to the neck with a satin ribbon. There was a lazy curl of smoke, caused by adiabatic cooling, that wafted from the bottles mouth, which meant the other coachman must have opened it as I was being lead to the door. I shifted and took the card from the bottle to read it and had to smile. “For you My Lady, please enjoy, and I hope your night goes well.” No signature to be found, yet still it made the smile grow as I took a glass, tilting it I filled it slowly. Watching as the golden elixir within filled the glass, and the stark white head of foam formed. I nestled the bottle back into the ice and sat back to enjoy. I was rather fond of champagne. Taking a sip I enjoyed the coldness of it, and its crisp flavor. Tangy and sweet, letting it loll about on my tongue before swallowing. As I relaxed my gaze shifted to the window, watching the scenery as the carriage bounced softly on its springs. Lulled by the sounds of hooves in motion.
As we slipped out of the suburbs and into the woodlands, the street lights became far and few between. Their stark, almost antiseptic glow giving over to the softer light of the moon. As I sipped my bubbly my eyes adjusted to the more natural lighting. The change in the smells, sounds, and the temperature as it dropped slightly. Shifting I sat back and snuggled into the plush embrace of the seat, content to listen to the horses and the other sounds that came to me through the window. The ride seemed long, but I did not care, as I was enjoying how this night was turning out.
My glass was drained and then refilled once more. The hoot of an owl, had my gaze slipping back out the window once again. Seeing the ethereal, silvery light of the moon bathing the trees, and grasslands we were passing by. It was then the carriage turned upon a winding road and up on a hill I could see the glow of lights. The soft, sound of music carried across the landscape, so light, barely there and as the carriage drew near the sound slowly grew louder.
Hard it was to fight the urge to shift and hang out the window all agape, and gawking like a , as the building in the distance came into focus, and the sounds grew a tad louder. The road, was a long, winding driveway and as we approached I could see other drawn carriages of all types. A stunning sight to behold, it was like glimpsing a scene from the past come to life. I literally squirmed in my seat, as I hefted the glass and drained it without thought, and then I set it back on the bar. A bolt of nervousness rolling through me, as I saw people milling about the front of the house, and over the grounds and you knew there were still others inside. Lots of people!
Once more that surge of adrenaline rushed through me and my legs actually quivered beneath the skirts that hid them. The sight of the mansion alone, and then the literal horde of costumed party goers was intimidating to say the least. Here I was about to dive into a literal sea of people... and I was undercover! No one knew who I was, beneath the mask, the makeup, and I loved the thrill of that! I was suddenly jarred from my thoughts as the carriage stopped and the door opened. A soft gasp came from me as I peered out at the tall man with the stunning green gaze. Sheepishly, I took his offered hand as I stood and moved towards and through the small door once more. Stooping to get through, letting him guide me as I stepped down upon the steps. My gown held aloft in one hand and I knew enough leg and those shoes had drawn his gaze.
A brow arched as I heard one of the most sensual, manly growls rumble in his broad chest as my feet hit the ground and I let my skirts fall back into place. I still held his hand and I looked up at him, as the color flooded my cheeks once more. Meeting his green gaze. A coy, almost girlish smile caressed my lips and I found myself stammering as I thanked him. My hand slipping from his, almost regretfully so. Weak in the knees I felt, but I stiffened my backside and walked away from him and the carriage, rounding it, only to freeze as I saw the mansion there in all its splendor and all the people. Vivid blue eyes opening wide as I tried to digest the scene before me and before I could bite my tongue... it slipped free.... “Fuck me...!!” To which a deep bout, of rich laughter sprung up from behind me to see him standing there, close enough to hear the inner thoughts, that had sprung wings, and tumbled from my lips in words. I turned in a whirl and whisper of fabric and looked up at him and huffed even as my cheeks turned fifty shades of red. My gaze meeting his as I replied. “That was not an invite mista!” Which only had him laughing more. He was attractive, and getting under my skin, and I was just just so sensitive I could feel those first tingles as they started to spark off in places that hadn't been touched by a man in so long, and here there was a man who was doing it with just the sounds he made! Flustered I kinda just blurted out the first thing that came to mind...
“I hope to see you later!” Hands grasping my skirts I turned and fled, with his laughter chasing me. As I went right from the frying pan and straight into the fire!
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The Masquerade 6
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Posted:Sep 20, 2016 2:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2016 8:14 am
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Part Six
Five minutes and counting...
With that single thought the rouge upon my cheeks was rivaled by the deep blush that bloomed over them. I could feel the pulse point on my throat thrum as it quivered beneath my flesh. To think all the money and time spent might be for naught!? To think I might be a laughing stock before those I literally served day in and out at my job was suddenly more than I could bare. Yet still I took a deep, soothing breath, watching my chest puff out once more and let it go.. I let it all go and ended it with a huff!
Glass hefted I took a hefty swig, and swallowed. Again dashing away the demons of doubt as I spun about in a flurry of silk, satin, velvet, and lace, striding across the living room in those heels. Long, dark, bejeweled tresses had risen to fan out about me, and then spill over my backside in soft waves and curls to drift in my wake. I poised myself before the window as keen eyes peered through the glass and into the darkness, watching... waiting for my ride. The glass lifted, the soft chime of ice rose as it tumbled within, and I drained it. Moving to the kitchen I dumped the ice into the sink, and set it within to be washed when I returned. Moving back I took my post at the window and blinked as my head canted slightly. Gaze trained to a point down the street... was that fire I saw? Having all I needed on me I moved to the door and let myself out. The door locking behind me. I drifted out across the porch and stood at the head of the stairs, gaze trained on the spot where I had seen it, only to notice it was drawing closer. Four pin points of fire moving through the darkness.
A dark, sculpted brow arched faintly as that popular what the fuck look washed over my face. Standing there at the precipice of the stairs watching the small flames hovering about ten feet over the ground and moving at a good clip along the street. The soft clip clop of hooves started to reach my ears as those points of light grew stronger, brighter, nearer. Gathering my gown up, I moved down the stairs in those heels of mine and to the first flagstone at the bottom of them. Letting the skirts drop I simply stood there and watched, waiting.
From out of the darkness should appear, a gilded, covered carriage with four horses, just a glimpse mind you as they passed through the first pool of light cast by one of the few street lamps, that dotted my street. If there had been anyone around to watch and see my face, they might have seen the bewilderment, and utter joy at the sight of such an appearance. The points of light were the oil lamps affixed to the carriage to make sure it was seen by other traffic and to provide some form of light to the coachmen that were driving. The sight of such a fairy tale mode of transportation had me utterly stunned and speechless! Such grander for a party! The drumming of the hooves grew steadily louder as they continued along the street, and I lost sight of them as they rounded a bend in the road and disappeared behind a stand of trees. They came into view and were only a few houses away from mine as they continued on their journey. The horses were snow white and their manes and tails were flowing as they moved. Such majestic looking creatures they were. As they drew near I began to move down my stone walkway utterly enthralled by the sight before my very eyes. The horses shifted their gait and the beating of their hooves upon the black top changed tempo as they began to canter towards my house. The two lead horses heads began to dip and bob as they moved, almost as if they were dancing! In my enchantment I had made it to the end of my walkway and to the side of the street as the carriage pulled up and stopped. The two lead horses dipped, a front leg folding as they bowed to me, and whinnied. Popping back up to their feet they stood still, and waited. Tails swishing as the coachman clambered down from his bench seat.
A peal of laughter, welled deep within me, as if from my very soul to bubble up my throat and spill from my lips like a fountain and I could not resist moving to give the closest horses muzzle a soft caress as I moved towards the carriage. Vivid eyes moved to the coachman who wore a partial mask upon his face, and was in full costume himself. The mask covered enough to keep him a mystery and still left enough to let the wandering eyes feast upon. His chiseled jaw, was squared and already sported the hints of a manly five o' clock shadow. His hair was dark like a ravens feathers and he was tall, over six feet! The most striking feature was his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, very rare. His lips were full and supple, not pencil thin, and I watched as they curled into a breathtaking smile. Giving a view of perfect rows of ivory. His voice, was deep, slightly gruff, and made a chill roll down my spine with the simple words he spoke to me. “My Lady..” He lifted a hand and held it in offering to me and there I stood, stunned, speechless at this man before me. Once more my cheeks were aflame with color and heat and I was grateful for the mask, and makeup that would hopefully conceal it all!
My own hand lifted almost on autopilot, rising to meet with his. Slender fingers slowly slid across his fingers and palm. I could feel the slightly roughened callouses his flesh bore. Signs of a man that was not afraid to work with his hands. My own smile bloomed as my fingers curled about his much larger hand, and he lead me to the side of the carriage. Opening the door and helping me to step up and inside. My hands gathered my gown and I slid into the comfort of the very posh seat. Legs crossing as I let my skirts fall, covering myself once more. Hands smoothing them out as I smiled and thanked him.
As he closed the door he flashed me one of those roguish grins and I could have sworn he winked at me! Oh my! Once he was out of sight I fanned myself... who turned the heat up to hellish levels!? I was expecting two hobbits to show up at any moment and chuck a ring at me!...
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The Masquerade 5
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Posted:Sep 19, 2016 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2016 2:28 pm
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Part Five
Anticipation... it sucked! I hated... loathed it even as I paced like a caged tigress before the large panes of glass which allowed me to peer out into the darkening gloom of nightfall. My drink... was there and within moments gone again, hell I had to wonder if I had even tasted it. A few more frosty cubes slid into the glass, more rum... oppss too much... aww fuck it and some coke replenished the vessel anew. Yet as I moved I had to pause for a moment an focus on the swish and swirl of the exquisite fabrics that all but encased my sleek form. How they meshed with the silk stockings and lacy underthings that lay hidden beneath. I was not a woman of high society, or means to normally wear anything as glorious as I was now. So I was relishing every minute detail, every sensation, that encompassed me at this point in time, because I was alone right now, and surely once I was there, those details would not be noticed. Another sip, the soft chiming tinkle of cubes against the glass was almost as soothing as the burn that slid from palate to gullet, making me warm from within. I took a deep breath and just had to glance down as I saw my breasts rise within the corset, threatening to overflow and spill forth their dam of silk and lace. Releasing it in a soft, sigh as I calmed down again. What's the worse that could happen, really!? I could go and have a blast... hell maybe wake up with a hangover, which was rare for me. I wasn't holding my breath for anything, I just wanted to have fun and a rare glimpse into something I was not privy of to begin with, what could it hurt really?
Twenty minutes and counting! Once more that hot rush of adrenaline, and sheer excitement rose and washed through me like a tidal wave. I shifted and turned from the window as I went back to my pacing. Twirling on the ball of a foot as I spun myself about and felt the gown flare out about me. The soft, whispering hiss of it rose to caress the shells of my ears. As it fell down about me, I felt its caress through the silk stockings, so soft like the hands of a lover. The thought, and the feeling made me both smile and frown a little bit. It had been some time since I had a man by my side. The last one had been too much of a boy. There's so much one can say about a man not knowing what he wants to be when he grows up, only thing is, he's already grown, and seemed to miss that memo. I simply shrugged to myself and let those thoughts roll off my back like water to a duck. I was a self made woman that wanted a man, not needed one, and he had yet to show himself to me. I was happy regardless of where I was in my love life, even if it was on hold. I was still rather young at the ripe old age of twenty four!
Turning once more I looked in the large mirror that was upon the living room wall, placed there to ensure I looked good whenever I left the house. My chest hitching as my breath stalled in my throat. Vivid blue eyes of a glacial hue were peering back at me through those long, dark, wing like lashes. Framed with dark pencil, and eye shadows, bedazzled by tiny jewels along the lid, and then framed by my mask, making them simply pop in all their bright glory. The rest of the makeup only enhancing my features as it should. Even my painted lips, which drew my gaze, seeming to beg for a kiss. A smile rose as I saw the earrings, and the necklace which drew attention to the crests of my shoulders, and the hollow at my throat. To the jutting bosom that was on display. To myself I looked like a different person almost and that meant no one would realize who I was. Such a thought gave birth to a grin that slowly rose over my lips as I took in the look of the gown and my hair which I had painstakingly worked on both.
I turned back to glance out the window once more. The twinkle and glimmer of headlights as vehicles drove by flitted through the trees, brush and bushes. The glow of the lamp post I had on the lawn, and the glow of the solar lights that marked my stone walk way, lit up my small patch of earth with their soft light. I had no clue what was coming to pick me up... a limo, a Rolls Royce, it could have been anything, anyone. A frazzled mother in her threadbare bathrobe, Pjs, with curlers in her hair and fuzzy slippers!?
Then my heart skipped a beat as the realization that the invite was a joke, and no one was coming at all! The horror!
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The Masquerade 4
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Posted:Sep 18, 2016 2:36 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2016 5:11 am
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Part Four
I fought the extreme urge to bite newly painted tiers as I gripped the dust cover and slowly teased it off the dress form to reveal the handmade masterpiece beneath. The medieval gown, was absolutely stunning on the dress form and I knew that on my body it would look even better! I began to undo the laces and the corset that held it snug upon the form. Once it was free I donned it and began to slowly, lovingly wrap it about sinful dips and swells. The laces were drawn taut over my trim navel, closing the corset about my figure. Corralling it, highlighting my curves. That curvaceous hourglass figure now outlined in exquisite silk, satin, and velvet. Nimble fingers affixed and adjusted the tight bodice. My girls were draw together, pushed up, almost jutting forth from their prison of fabric. At the right angle that white lace bra could give a teasing glimpse, yet nothing more. My shoulders laid bare, my collar bones, the the hollow at my neck clearly seen do to the gowns design. Once the laces were drawn tight, my hands skimmed down over my body. Smoothing out the fabric against the naked flesh beneath. A soft, sensual purr rumbled deep in my throat as I felt the kiss of divine, high quality silk upon my flesh!
The skirts were adjusted, fluffed out, and I moved back to my seat, a foot placed upon it, hands moving to grasp my ankle, and work there way up over a very long, toned, shapely leg. Drawing the silk stocking over the toned limb, and adjusting the thick lace band at the top of my thigh. I tended to my other leg and then shifted, moving to sit down and put on my heels. Once more another purchase made just for this evening. Something not run of the mill... something utterly scandalous! They would be hidden beneath the skirts of the gown, and would peek out here and there when I moved. The heel a stately six inches, which would make me just under six feet in height. The color a deep, vivid, sensual red. I'd nicknamed it fuck me against the wall, because they were not the kind of shoe you saw in high society, and well I did not give a farthing about that. They suited me, even if I rarely wore heels, and they clashed with the gown I had made. Were silk slippers would have been fitting I chose to go off the bloody deep end, and no one would be the wiser, unless they were paying attention!
A glance was cast to the clock, time was ticking down and a sudden surge of energy rolled through me. An adrenaline rush that made my heart pound and my fair skin flush. I moved to take up the necklace I wanted to wear. Something ancient looking, and pricey, something that I had found in my shopping jaunts in one of those hole in the wall secondhand stores some never give a second glance to. Something that had been hidden, tucked away in a cluster fuck of costume jewelry. It had been tarnished and neglected for far too long and I have purchased it on a whim. A diamond in the rough. I brought it home and cleaned it, only to find it was rather valuable, once I took it to a jeweler and had it appraised. Now as I fastened it about the slender column of my throat, I smiled to see the beauty that had been hidden from others eyes allowing me to stumble upon it and make it mine. The kiss of cool gold against my heated flesh sent a delicious chill down my spine as the heavy jewel laid to rest just beneath the hollow of my throat. The main stone a ruby, and dotted along the chain in their settings lay emeralds, onyx, and more rubies. Someone mistook it for costume jewelry, where I had seen it for what it was. The mask was picked up and set upon my painted visage. Masking my identity even more.
Pewter drop earrings with small pearls adorned my ears. I gathered the few things I needed, such as my keys and slid them into the hidden pocket I had sown into the gown. A smile graced painted lips as I moved to the full length mirror and looked myself over. The sleeves to the gown encased my arms until they hit the elbow and then they flared out just like in olden days, and I did like the look. Reaching up I pulled the pins that held my long, dark mane in place. Setting thigh length strands free to spill over my backside. From the front they had been woven and braided with the strands of tiny strung jewels, and pinned back. I was done, ready to go and there was still time before my ride got here. I picked up my glass and moved to refill it. Drink in hand I went out to the living room and began to pace slowly. Listening to the whisper of silk, satin, and velvet arise from my movements. The drapes on the large bay window were open and the light on the lawn was on as night fell. Thirty minutes and counting.
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The Masquerade 3
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Posted:Sep 18, 2016 7:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2016 5:10 am
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Part Three
There was still time before I was to be picked up, yes transportation was being provided and I truly had to wonder what, and whom would come to get me!? In the mean time I needed to get myself ready and geared up for an evening of fun and adventure. Still dressed in just my undergarments, I fixed myself a light meal and a hefty drink to sooth nerves that had begun to fray, and frazzle. Just half a sandwich to hold my hunger at bay. Rum and coke, made nice and strong, the glass taken with me as I finished getting ready. The soft tinkle of ice rose as I took a deep, long drink of the elixir within. I set it down on the table as I took my seat before the mirror to apply my makeup. Having bought special hues to go with my costume. Smokey, vibrant, and alluring colors. I needed no white powder base, no foundation, as it was I abhorred makeup in general. But it was perfect for this evenings festivities and so I would paint it on, and make it work for me, why not? After all with a little soap and water, it washes away! One night of garishness and fun couldn't hurt. Pencils, brushes, puffs, sponges were taken and used to literally paint my face. Far past the barely there look, almost looking like I got gang banged by a pack of sharpies and crayolas! Eyes lined, bejeweled and sporting much longer lashes than nature gave me and mine were quite long to begin with. Lids shadowed and highlighted with dark, rich colors, and contrasting bright notes. Cheeks rouged to the point they glowed.
A grin formed as I picked up the lipstick I had bought for this evening. The grin grew even more, blooming over the plains of soft, full lips as I admired the color of it through its clear cap. I set it down and went to work on my pretty little pout. A lip pencil was taken forth and I began to outline them with careful even strokes. The color a lush, rich, dark black cherry. Some women, for reasons unknown to me used an outline that stuck out from the lipstick itself, in some cases it looked so bad it looked like they had sucked an exhaust pipe! That look did not work for me and I always made sure to keep it well blended with whatever shade I chose. Once done I set the pencil down and picked up the tube I had just recently held and pulled the cap off. Twisting it, I watched as the vibrant column of red was exposed from its tube. A bright scarlet hue, one of the many shades that made people think of women of the night, and I was about to become one of them at least on this level. I painted the inner curves of my lips with the velvety essence within that tube. Watching how it took my normal, rosy pink lips and made them something most alluring. I drew it away once I had ample coverage, and slid the remainder back into the tube and capped it. A small brush was used to spread it out a bit and work it into my lips evening out the coat, feathering it out into the area of my outer lips. When I was done a ring of my natural rose colored lips surrounded a ring of scarlet fire. I set the brush aside and picked up a small case and opened it. More lip colors in the form of a palette, the kind the professionals used. A clean brush was taken and I began to paint the outer rim of my lips.
The black cherry hue glimmered with a hint of glitter. So wet, shiny, and slick looking as it coated those full, soft petals. Feathering it over the scarlet til they melded nicely, yet keeping it so both shades could clearly be seen. I was glad I had put out for the long wear stuff that would not smudge or fade over time. No glass, or kiss would mar the painted on beauty of my lips. Once done I set the brush down and admired my work in the mirror. A smile rose, painted lips looking inviting. Closing the case with a snap, I turned, and gave myself a side long glance in the mirror. My makeup was perfect. My pretty little pout was now a set of scandalous looking cocksuckers! Rising from my seat I moved to the dress form that was still covered by its drape...
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The Masquerade 2
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Posted:Sep 17, 2016 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2016 12:54 pm
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Part Two
The day of the party had come and I had that day and the next day off from work. The morning started with a sumptuous breakfast and a long, hot drawn out bath. Every inch of my body catered to as I soaked, and relaxed and thought of the coming evening. At times my heart raced, pounded beneath my ribs like a startled bird in a cage, and at times I thought of not even going, but I knew better. I wanted to go... I had spent time making something I had never made before and it was finished. It fit me perfectly and it was something I would never have the chance to wear and enjoy again, for all I knew. My only chance to enjoy something so far out of my grasp, it was things only dreams were made of.
The rest of the day seemed to blur, my long, dark, thigh length mane was dried, brushed, pinned, curled, woven with strands of tiny jewels. Left to frame my face, and fall in soft coils along my backside. My fair skin was baby soft from the pampering. Rubbed down with light touch of vanilla scented lotion. Dots of perfume were placed on my pulse points. A rich, yet light vanilla scent which I knew would cling to me the whole light through. Yet beneath that scent lurked my own natural one, for I never wore anything that would stifle it, or drown it out.
With a pounding pulse and trepidation I laid out my underthings upon the bed. Naughty, lacy, racy things that would be hidden beneath the grand, flowing gown, and only I would know they were there! Sitting down the first stocking was taken in hand. Rolled over tented toes, the kiss of silk on smooth flesh an utter delight to senses I rarely paid attention to. Slender fingers moving it along the curve of toned calf, and over bended knee. Nimble fingers flaring out, gripping supple, toned limb as it drew the exquisite silk up along the expanse of my thigh... the dark onyx so sharp looking against my ivory flesh. The thick lace band at the top was adjusted about my upper thigh, a brush of fingers made against my core as I fixed it in place. Only to repeat the action with the other stocking and leg. Relishing the smooth embrace of silk that became warm with my body heat.
The garters of matching color were then slipped on and snapped into place. The silk and lace just as dark as the stockings. As I dressed, my mood changed and the hint of a devious little grin caressed the corners of full lips. I was determined to have fun tonight, whatever that entailed and I would be wearing armor of sorts. Faceless and nameless as I donned my costume! The lace panties were of the barely there type, so thin they were just about see through! Unlike the stockings these were crisp, clean, new, and virginal white. I slid them on and admired how the white nearly clashed along the length of dark silk enveloped legs. Pulling them up over the flared curve of womanly hips a soft sigh seeped past my lips as the soft lining kissed against the equally soft, smooth petals of my sex. Smooth, yes but the apex was crowned with a sculpted tuft of short hair, simply because I was a woman after all and not some girl.
A bra matching the panties was then taken from the bed and I slid my arms through the straps. Ample cleavage encased in silk and lace, just as white as the panties. A shift, tuck, and lift made of the firm, perky rose tipped mounds of flesh into their cups to settle them in and the hooks engaged. Their bounty almost spilling free, but held in place firmly. A glance cast at myself in the full length mirror made. Sleek form clad in black and white, how fitting! Rosy nipples playing peek a boo through the thin lace, just a hint of them seen, while still keeping things hidden. Once more, the plush expanse of my bottom lip was ensnared by my teeth, gnawed upon until the plump tier was slightly swollen, and reddened by its torture. As I dressed my mood changed, while my looks were being changed, accentuated, enhanced. Plain Jane no more... she was being cast aside for something totally new, some creature that lurked deep inside me...
~~~~~~~ to be continued
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The Masquerade
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Posted:Sep 17, 2016 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2016 12:57 pm
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Part One
I had been invited to a major soiree, at the mansion of a rather influential family of means. Old time money, those that gyrated in well known circles... you know the sort. The party, or should I say the masquerade was still several months away and even then I was floored I'd been invited. I did not run in those circles, unless it consisted of taking their trays to their tables at the exclusive yuppity, uppity club they all practically lived at. You know the stuffy kind of people that love to look down their surgically altered noses at the little people. The kind I could barely stand... and yet I had the chance of getting just a taste of their life, if only for one night. The very envelope the invitation had arrived in was thick, hand made paper, and the writing upon it was literally etched into the paper, in thick, dark, bold strokes of the blackest ink. It had been sealed with wax, and an impression of a family crest was within the cranberry colored seal. I'd been so careful to not crack that seal when I had opened it. Prying it from the paper it had been infused on, leaving it whole to the flap once I had opened it to extract the invitation within. Another thick piece of paper, this one engraved with gold lettering. My full name was there in cursive script. Every little detail seemed finely tuned and as I read, a smile rose on soft lips. Pearly whites entrapping the bottom tier which I worried as I read. One of the grandest of parties and I had the key to get in... but did I have the gall, and gumption to attend... or even the funds to make it plausible. I had time to scrimp and save. I had time to craft an appropriate costume... I had time... did I have the balls!? Yeah... I did!
Rather thankful for my simple, frugal upbringing and roots I set to work collecting what I needed over the passing weeks. Fabrics of silk and lace, and other needed supplies. Naughty, enticing bits here and there, added to the pile of “ingredients” that I would handcraft into something no one would have ever seen, and no one could buy. Just a plain Jane I was... always invisible to most. For to me things like makeup, nails, and other foo foo girlie things weighed rather heavy on ones wallet, and even their health. That stuff was always for the rare occasion and even then when used it was always a light touch. Days and nights off was spent measuring... cutting... designing... sowing, sometimes into the wee hours. Making something from nothing but a pile of things that I had selected with a keen eye. A gown literally bloomed over time, over the shape of my standing dress form. Long, flowing... and rather regal looking, yet striking in its shade and appearance. Rich hues of black, emerald, and hints of gold. Small jewels and embellishments placed here and there to tease the roving eye. I made it so it looked like the gowns royalty wore, without the needless weight and layers, yet it looked like it had those layers regardless. In the end I was proud of my handy work and draped a dust cover over it after I had tried it on for the last time. Moving and sitting to ensure it was well tailored to my form. The last weeks were spent finding those little odds and ends that would complete the look. I even made the mask I was to wear. Wanting to keep myself a total mystery for that entire evening...
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Beauty
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Posted:Sep 16, 2016 7:51 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2016 1:01 pm
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For some it's only skin deep...
for others it's not seen with the naked eye...
for some it is both inside and outside...
and still there are those that might be the cream of the crop...
but they are spoiled, and rotten to the core,
which makes even the most beautiful ugly.
Some buy their beauty, others born with it...
regardless, all of us wear masks of some form
or another.
Some is painted on... from barely there to
looking like you got gang banged by sharpie and crayola!
Then there is that simple beauty, not easily seen even when it is staring you in the face.
The plain Jane right there before you that everyone over looks.
The invisible one the flits through life unseen by most.
That rare, clean, pure, unassuming beauty masking what lies beneath.
One never knows what drifts in the undercurrents of a plain looking surface.
Careful of the riptide...
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
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Woman
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Posted:Sep 14, 2016 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2016 3:47 pm
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Her heart and mind are fickle beasts and at times wage war against each other. A turbulent tide at times, gentle glassy waters at others, and sometimes a raging tsunami! Giver of life, maker of homes, a stout worker in all the things she does. Gentle hands, a tender heart, baring more than only another woman shall know and even then... only so deep. Whoa to those that tempt her, and even anger her, for her wraith is something legends are made of. She can, and will choke you with the same hands she fed you with!
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Island Girl
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Posted:Aug 30, 2016 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2016 7:53 pm
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Dark haired woman...
Exotic creature...
Islander delight...
Dark bedroom eyes...
my glittering,
star studded universe.
Enchanting temptress...
Beautiful vision...
Half that makes me whole...
My fire...
My passion...
My protective soul...
Mistress to my heart...
Slave to my desire...
Infernos flames fanned...
Bellows to my fire.
Keeper of my heart...
For I have given you the key.
Endless loves devotion...
How I cherish thee!
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Phoenix
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 5:48 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2016 1:34 am
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Like a moth to a flame...
Burned by the fire...
My love is untamed...
Dare you tempt my desire?
Constant cravings...
Burning lust...
Heated desires...
Eternal lust...
Carnal intentions...
Mind of steel...
Heart of ice...
Dare to take the wheel?
Constant pressure...
Abundant overflow...
In and out of bounds I'll be...
Dare you chase and set me free?
Good and evil...
Light and dark...
Can you kindle and nurse the...
Spark?
Heated flames my burning desire...
dare you feed more fuel to the fire?
London bridges falling down...
Destruction laying all around.
Inferno blazing deep inside...
Keeps me heated through the night.
Ashes to ashes..
Dust to dust...
Harboring this endless lust...
Wish I may...
Wish I might...
Grasp your hair...
pull it tight.
Long, shapely legs...
you on bended knee..
Thighs wide open...
sharp tug to your mane...
Planting you in my valley...
letting you drive me insane.
Passions rising...
Walls falling down...
Heated essence...
flowing 'round.
Muscles tensing...
Controlled no more...
Barriers breaking...
as you make me soar...
Crescendo crashes...
like waves to shore.
Epic explosion...
when I can't take no more.
Phoenix burning...
flames so bright...
Rising from its ashes..
taking flight.
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