Question 1: Write an entry to your dance
[20:19] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) bent her knee in the sand pit before pointing her toes. Her other leg was nearly straight supporting most of her weight. The sand filled between her toes, as her body sank in to its fitting upon the pit. Her mood was a bit sour due to the lack of friendliness between the slaves in the pit. Her hip thrust out, as she bent her back a little arching it to perfection. Her slender arms raise as if osts were slithering through tall grass. Turning fire fueled eyes to the girls, let her tongue dart out to coat her lips, ready to begin releasing the tension in her body.
[20:19] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) bent her knee in the sand pit before pointing her toes. Her other leg was nearly straight supporting most of her weight. The sand filled between her toes, as her body sank in to its fitting upon the pit. Her mood was a bit sour due to the lack of friendliness between the slaves in the pit. Her hip thrust out, as she bent her back a little arching it to perfection. Her slender arms raise as if osts were slithering through tall grass. Turning fire fueled eyes to the girls, let her tongue dart out to coat her lips, ready to begin releasing the tension in her body.
Question 2: Write a post from the middle of your dance
[20:27] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) moved her hips faster to and fro, each thrust much harder than the last. She had come to dance for peaceful reasons but that slave that was rude made her temper rise. Her eyes were aflame, rage filled them. Her arms moved, wrists flicking to the ceiling. She turned her head, her crimson hair flying fiercely to her left. She wanted so much to grab a stick and thump the girl for being so rude to the newer slave. She spun, some of the sand kicking up, her heart racing faster in her chest, as she tried to calm her temper, to not dishonor her Master by harming a slave girl
Question 3: Write the end of your dance
[20:33] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) movement slowed, to a sensual sway. Her eyes were closed as she was lost on a wave of pleasure. The girls angered her, even for a moment but once her dancing took over, there was nothing to stop her. Her hips swayed slowly in wide circles. The red silk slithered higher up her thighs, tickling her flesh. She bit her bottom lip hard to hide a cry of yearning for her Master. Her hands slid down her firm belly, the coating of sweat washed over her palms. Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly as she slipped down to her knees. Arching her back, she parted her thighs and collapsed in the rough sands, succumbing to her aching need, a soft cry escaping her lips. A sorrowful, “la kajira” escaped, the sound sad, lonely, that of a slave missing her Master.
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