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From: "La Amadora" <amadora@hotmail.com>
Subject: (<500 words) Repost: "Taken" by kollontai 

This was omitted from Celeste's most recent list of submitted stories, 
so I'm reposting it. love, kollontai


                "Taken" by kollontai

   A sweet scent of night wafts cascading through the window-screen 
across my body in the bed, limp, satiated, sheets silken wrinkled around 
me. I  am helpless here, spread out, pink-beige flesh, deep crimson 
desire, an  immolating passion, a need want so
deep I can feel it in singed flakes of torn desire running rampant 
through my blood and taste it in my mouth my empty open craving mouth. 
Satiated, yes, but the night air calls my name and I am once again 
stranded, alone, wanting and waiting, watching, seeking
release, willing to drive myself there but preferring another, any 
another, many anothers.
   My nipple deepens in color, erects, grows meaty and firm, blossoming  
before my eyes, transfixed and staring helplessly, helplessly. I can do  
nothing but wait. Blackness surrounds me the cool air arouses me. Shards  
of passion prick at my skin, seeking to draw out my red red, soul dark  
blood, seeking to claim me, oh yes, that is it, claim me, bend me to its  
will, force me into the body of this insatiable creature and yet  I love  
it. He placed the bracelet, intricately carved, a glorious thing of 
beauty an immense thing of
power and glory upon my arm, grasping it delicately, softly, his nails 
slightly into my skin, his soft finger-pads marking branding me with 
heat, and he commanded me to wear it always as a sign of his ownership. 
It felt so light so airy free as he chained me, so
vanishing and palpably soothing simultaneously as he bent his head to my 
lips, then his lips to my nipples calling to him, being soothed by the 
warm wetness of him and then between my thighs in a kiss which journeyed 
me rampant wild and ecstatic across nameless lands of joy and beauty. 
   But he had left. Ownership remained. And the thing of beauty, the 
silver chains now seemed heavy, an almost intolerable weight.. Still I 
desired him, still the passion flowed through me and burst forth in 
brilliant bloom only for him. Even with the others,
always his image his body him taking me, him claiming me, him covering 
me soothingly in white-hot desire-passion always him, always him. 
Ownership. Love and demand, desire and restraint, raging battles inside  
me and sweeping rages of glory and beauty. I was not prisoner, the  
chains could be lifted simply as silk but there I stayed, bonded and 
bound, awaiting his return, craving my fulfillment, from him only, taken 
and claimed, helpless in the soul. 




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