~To watch Min Dance, to dream, to live~
M'Lady walks.
Through a verdant meadow, drops of Dew sweetening her ankles. The moon shinning it's full smile upon her surroundings. The Ethereal Glade opens further for her, enticing her into the Womb of Her Fantasies.
Wildflowers give way to Iris and Oleanders, Orchids and Eidelweiss, Columbine and Chrysanthemums. Somehow, Alpine melds with Tropical, as Flamingos cavort with Heron, Pandas play with Badgers. Gentleness is the way here, and "You" respond.
Your silken gown trails behind you as you feel so very free and begin to run. It's folds skim between your legs, tickling you as the Meadow's scents arise to join you, to swirl with you, twisting around you as you dance an Ode. As you spread your arms and take flight.
Your legs spin in your Dervish, your arms curling above you as you pirouette. Your smile casts a glow over your environs. The sparkle in your eyes matches the thousands of Stars that form the Umbrella above this scene, this Stage, this Ballet of your dreams.
Crickets begin to chirp, joined by Frogs lowing a deep, rich baseline. Owls hoot. Doves coo. Creatures Great and Small steal to the edge of the meadow and watch as you leap, spin, prance, much as a spirited Colt. ALL join into the chorus and add their blessings to your scene. A Symphony arises around you. No Orchestrations could match the Chords achieved by your admirers! And you dance on. Your leaps so high. Your spins so fluid. The night smiles upon you. LIFE smiles upon you.
Suddenly, from the surrounding woods, a gentle fog begins to curl around the Meadow's perimeter. Blues, greens, reds, and yellows blend until, as a Magenta, they begin to swirl around you. Following your spins and moves. Caught up in your wake along with the luscious scents of the flowers. You feel intoxicated, yet a part of it, a GREATER part of it. For THIS is the role for which you have been preparing. This is your greatest Audience. Your most ardent fans delight in your gambol.
As you Dance, swirling the mix of the meadow into an intoxicating blend, it becomes a Cauldron of Desire. A sensuous mix. A wanton need for closeness. An extension of your Soul. Of your TRUE self! The Doves begin to bob to your rhythm. They touch, curling against one another. Others feel the attraction. Feel the draw to your strength and begin to move. To become a part of your desires and your swirling, Magical performance.
Strangely, into the mix from the Forest, comes a thousand tiny lights. Swirling, surging, surrounding, they come toward you. Actually breathing in the intoxicating scents and becoming a part of the fog. Enhancing it. Bringing it down to you and presenting it to you. As you swirl, the grass's sweetness arises to you. The fog dazzles and the lights swirl around you. A feeling of bliss passes thru you, Over you as you perform a "Death Spiral" in the middle of the meadow. Your energy becomes a part of the meadow's "Being".
You begin to twist your arms above your head and, focusing, see the lights around you are a thousand "Pixies". All hovering about you, smiling at you, bathing in your Soul's luminescence and luxuriating in your sensuality. They begin to pull at your long, Blond hair. Twisting it into tiny braids. Flying over and around one another, twisting, then tying. Soon, they twist it into a crown over your head. They bring Baby's Breath to accent it... You are extraordinaringly LOVELY!
They ease you back into the Meadow's sweet grass. You smile and sigh as you arch your back, your legs rubbing against one another in that style that always lets your Lover, and YOU, know that you are ready. That you expect MORE! That this WILL be ever so VERY special...
As your fingers trace your breasts, the Pixies lift your silken gown and part it. You feel the air drift twixt your legs, over your sweetness, across your intent, your essence. Your hands go down and slide over your inner thighs, and looking down, you see a troupe of pixies fanning your clit with their wings. The effect as telling as your lover's touch!
You begin to arch your back as you urge them on with your smile, your moan. They are immediately on you! Buzzing your neck, teasingly skimming over your skin, lightly twisting your nipples. Your groans rise from the grass. They push your legs apart, tiny fingers rub up and down your Labias. Tiny arms spin your nipples. Tiny lips and tongues minister to your swelling clit. A smiling pixie arrives before your face. His smile matches his tiny erection. You smile back, and teasingly, point your tongue toward him. And he flutters closer. The humming of busy little wings arises from your Breasts, your Pussy, your ass. You are "Manna" from Heaven and they worship you.
Your tongue goes out, pointing, the tip ever closer. It touches his tiny shaft! A light surrounds you along with the cheers and applause of a Thousand Pixies. They all hover over you, the joined light from their beings alighting you along with the Moon's light, showing your greatest ability. That of Love. Of Sexuality!
They watch as you curl your tongue into a "U" and hum your invitation to your tiny suitor. He glides toward you, nestling his tiny cock into the womb of your tongue. AGAIN, the applause is accented by the multitude's assembled light. As He begins to pump your tongue, You urge him on. Your moans and breathing spuring him.
Hundreds of little hands rub you, little cocks enter your pussy, your ass. Tiny nipples rub themselves against, around your own stiffening nipples. You are the center of an orgy of Lust. The epicenter of Celestial desires and passions.
Your central lover grabs at your cheeks, much as your man grabs at your ass when he fucks you. You give him your attention, your wishes for his Heaven, and he responds, pumping your wet tongue as you urge him on. Your eyes gleam as you suck him and the group of humming wings at your EVERY errogenous zone reflects your effort. You, and "He", are about to explode!!!!
