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The last rays of light reflected over the water as he sat himself down near a fire. The flames warmed him. He had need of the warmth. He felt cold to the bone. Thoughts about his age, his past life, his experiences made him feel old. Perhaps it needed to make him feel wise too. As he looked into the flames he could see his childhood. The playfulness of a young child that played with wooden sword…
The Black Telephone Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read. When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.. I was too little to reach the telephone, bu…
you run freely through the flowery fields of Gor for its extensive prairies of a thousand colours and that your romantic and dreamy eyes can see in it almost magically a beautiful picture drawn by the sun when you run your bare feet seem to float on the grass bathed by morning dew and you are wearing that beautiful and shiny hair with feathers interlaced of cute colours that you look pr…
The absolute truth must be spoken to a Gorean master. It is forbidden to a girl to hide her feelings." Page 346 -Captive of Gor- She had known then that she was his, and in perfection. I had no doubt they fitted together, in the order of nature, in the most intimate, beautiful and fulfilling relationship possible between a man and a woman, that of love Master and love slave. Page 15 -Ma…
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips her wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down her narrow cage can seldom see through her bars of rage her wings are clipped and her feet are tied so she opens her throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown…
can you hear me hear what i say what i’m whispering in your ear can you feel the offering my heart as soft as cashmere there for you an open door to my lap of fantasies let’s join in ways as we do fulfill our destinies can you see me that what i see the visions of dreams inside waiting for you to enter in and lie with me at hearth side written by Gods of age-old days a whisper…