THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (2. Helpless Cunnilingus)

                                                          "All Wet" by Laura Richards (Flickr)

[Writers note: This is a continuation of  Chapter 1, THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (1. Until I beg you thrice to fuck me), found here.]


THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (2. Helpless Cunnilingus)

Floating encased in her own love liquids

The silvery highlights on Yoru's creamy skin blended erotically with those on the surface of the moonlit pool, making her surreally seductive. The exquisite creases of the woman's flower-like folds of swelling flesh, tufted with brown-black pubic hair, converged between her thighs in the clear water below. 

A deep well

No longer did the eccentric warrior need to lick the erotic dancing pole of his darling girl to get a taste of her pussy, for she herself opened her legs and gave him to drink the womanly nectar he so craved directly into his mouth whenever he wished it. Yoru's well of liquid love is deep, its flow responsive to the call of ecstasy. She has much to give, it is as though her entire being floats half-submerged, encased in her own love pool.

Spurting spring of love

Enso, for so was Yoru's warrior lover called, had swept her up with one arm, planted her behind him on his horse, and struck out from the village of their birth, heading for the lands of Kama Sutra. With every step on their path the intensity of their passion grew. The man's feverish tongue, so long driven to lick the polished hardwood pole, found itself in this new life, living with the dancer herself, transported to the paradise of her pussy. Now, the very liquids of her essence were being squirted pure and fresh and in abundance over his nose, his face, his whole body, candy-coating him in the same way she formerly covered her pole of desire.

Yoru's sexual brain had always flowed effortlessly between theatre and reality, animate and inanimate, and her icy intellect mixed heat with liquid languidity. When they made love, she pressed her pubic bone and turned screw-like around his cock, so that he became locked in her love chamber for hours. She was his spurting spring of love.

Dangerous journey

The slain Emperor's soldiers wanted revenge for what Yoru had done to their Emperor. Enso had battled soldiers on the ramparts of the castle with the huge dancing pole, and all agreed it had been an admirable, surprise combat tactic of the enemy warrior. But imagining Yoru slicing the emperor with a dancing fan tipped with razors, easing him into the endless sleep of an erotic death, the last images burning on his inner eyes of the nude dancer squirting the abundant, clear liquids of her pussy into his throat as he gulped for air instead, well, it was too much, it evoked their impassioned hatred.

Was Yoru worth the price of eternal sleep?

And worse, it was told she had dispatched other high-ranking officers that night on the way to the Emperor's tent. None had lived to tell of the pleasure, to tell if Yoru was worth the price of embarking upon eternity erotically. Some savants in the empire, those experienced in the ways of love, whispered death by Yoru a resplendent way to die...

This infuriated the soldiers even more. Spies waited for the warrior to make his move, trusting he would take the treacherous assassin whore with him.

Neck taut with terrible intention

Indeed, Yoru and her lover did not get far before a small band of the emperor's men ambushed them on a dark road that passed through a forest of tall trees. The warrior instinctively shoved Yoru off the horse and into the forest behind him with one hand and drew his wakizashi sword with the other. He was a formidable sight, shoulders wide with hairless chest, heaving, neck taut with terrible intention, bellowing.

As the hero's sword sang instadeath, lithe, little Yoru, having been vaulted behind his shrieking frame, easily escaped attention and slipped deeper into the darkness of the forest. She made her way around behind the soldiers, and while her warrior faced them in front, she crept in and sank her daggers, one in each hand, deep into the soft flesh behind the knees of the last two ambushers.

                                                              "Broken," by Ceakay Ballyhoo (flicker)

Engulfed in her own blood

It was soon over, but soldiers of the emperor are not easily defeated. Before Lorenzo could finish the second knee-stabbed ambusher, the man had spun over Yoru and slashed her upper back. In his dying movement he had transformed her from dancing assassin, artful whore, seductress extraordinaire, into a living mummy, unable to move, encased in pain and blood.

Encased in Pain, but unable to forsake love

Yoru would heal, but the brave woman's injury was a serious obstacle to lovemaking. Pain, it is enough to say the word. She laid rigidly in one position, for any movement created waves of nauseating suffering. Only immobility, holding completely still, offered tenuous relief, but even that was cause for complications, which gave birth to additional pain. She was plastered over, held tight, a slut embalmed into utter helplessness. It was a terrible thing, being a living statue, for a woman unable to forsake the art of love.

Fortunately, her caregiver was Enzo, the eccentric, pussy-loving Enzo.

Wounded, Yoru could take no cock

The couple tried every position. Broken Yoru twisted and writhed, trying to find a way to fit Enzo's cock into her tight vaginal cavity, but it was no use. She closed her eyes, opened her thighs wider, and tried breathing out the pain while breathing in the pleasure, but the pain stayed. Yoru was desperate to share love with Enzo, but their union was blocked at the iron gates of physical incapacitation. She was ever fearful of an approaching, debilitating throb, growing from a sinister whisper of discomfort, churning restlessly to expand its stark outline, thrusting from an uneasy, half-slumbering dread into full blown searing pain flooding her waking, waiflike, trembling body.

Willing receptacles of love

Yoru knew little about the erotic potential of her body when physically injured. She had never thought about wounded, sick, paralyzed, or otherwise incapacitated lovers, and wondered about their ability to absorb erotic love. Would they or could they be willing receptacles of large quantities of pleasure? With her hero she was willing, but eager Lorenzo had not yet found the key to overcoming her pain.

One day they discovered that her entire body was being held motionless by the pain, much like rope functioned in the Japanese discipline of shibari bondage. Through artful knots, no muscle is allowed freedom to move except those of the genitals, which are forced in such constrained circumstances to respond in focused, gushing orgasms. Moreover, the circular connections of experience, the convergences of sound, sight, taste, touch of lips on swollen, slippery, bright pink flesh, all of this was present as during "normal" lovemaking, so that the circle of existence completes in ways sufficient to transport the lovers to the ultimate pleasure known as mutual climax.

"There must be a way," they whispered to each other.

There must be a way

The brutal truth was that the pain was blunted and made more endurable when Yoru closed her eyes and surrendered herself into the arms of the mighty warrior, but it wasn't enough. The exhilaration of sex was bound up in a fever, and even though the ferocious warrior fought to displace the ferocity of the pain, he was defeated by it... defeated by pain.

Helpless love 

But Lorenzo was not just ferocious physically, he was a warrior who thrilled harmoniously in the body and spirit of his erotic dancer. So close was Lorenzo to Yoru that he recognized the moment when her pain was almost absent, and it was then he took complete control, seducing Yoru the seductress, flooding her in pleasure, driving away the agony, if only for a moment.

He found her pleasure wounded, lurking afraid in a dim and tenuous place, and he captured it.

Shallow on the surface of my pussy

Lorenzo could not penetrate Yoru's mouth and dared not finger her pussy, and so he devoted his desire to her clitorus. It made her coo. He created a quickly passing moment, dreadfully short, but for that few seconds he floated her in bliss. It was a wisp of pleasure strong enough to cap the peak of mighty pain, and Enzo, licking his woman into a supernatural state of ecstatic radiance, effectively united with her in that mutual love-chamber in their sexed brains. Her body was immobile, but her mind was soaring, and her pussy was squirting.

"Please baby don't hurt me," she begged him, "please baby lick me, shallow on the surface of my pussy."

Thrice-sliced pie of woman

Lorenzo lapped Yoru's inner thighs with open tongue, wettening the soft skin covering hard muscles. Hovering above her crotch, he slipped down and traced the outside of her swollen pussy along the right crease where the leg attaches to her torso.

Woman is known by many things, but surely the slit between her thighs is one of the most prominent. Enzo, looking at his incredibly beautiful dancing girl, legs wide in the dim light, discovered three slits between her thighs. The two creases where her thighs met her torso complimented the larger slit of her pussy, the lips closing softly at the entrance to her womanhood. He perceived the thrice-sliced pie of woman's love triangle, crowned with a pink flesh stud at the convergence of the creases.

Lick-food of the gods

And so Lorenzo lapped at the creases between Yoru's swollen outer lips and her smooth thighs, teasing her, gently steadying her raised legs, trying not to move her. Back again he licked on the other side, avoiding her pussy proper, priming her, tantalizing her outer erogenous zones so that the ordinary flesh of her thighs was transformed into lick-food of the gods.

When Lorenzo saw that his tongue was leaving her breathless and moaning, he relented and placed his mouth directly on her main slit, gently on the pussy itself, and searched with little sideways motions of the tip of his tongue for her clit. Her pussy is small, and her button of pleasure not easy to find, but it perked up thankful and pink when dug from the folds of her soft labia.

Then began the most amazing erotic event Lorenzo had ever seen: the touch of his tongue on her clit precipitated a shower storm on the surface of this exquisite woman's pussy.


A shower storm on the surface of her pussy


Yoru's naked pussy enveloped him, floated him in unfiltered, fluid, fragrant femininity, not just because her juices were on his lips and cheeks, but also her sexual essence was in the air he inhaled, the oxygen blending with the sweet musky vapours of the vaginal dew that he swallowed, passing through his nose and throat, the moisture of her swollen pussy, the heady scent of her sex mixing with the pheromones of her perfume, it all penetrated to the most recessed vessels of his lungs and from there was absorbed into his blood, the clear fragrance of her pussy thus transformed into the red fluid of life that carried her spirit beyond all boundaries to the extremities of his body and being.

Yoru, helpless, had invaded the mighty hero from within his own veins.


Epic eyes

Lorenzo saw in Yoru's dark eyes the exact moment he took the pain away and replaced it with pleasure. He had been locked in a gaze with her while his tongue lapped her labia and his lips fondled her clit, and she had remained looking intently back at him as he pleasured her. Her pussy was wet, flowing clear and ample, and their eyes gripped each other as he gave her oral adoration. They were mesmerized, gaping across her flat tummy through heaving breasts, watching each other in ecstatic powerlessness.

And as their eyes held together in this endless gaze, he noticed hers were half filled with tears. Her eyelids quivered to keep the salty liquid from spilling down her cheeks.

Were they tears of pain or happiness?

Flash of love

And still their eyes were locked as he lavished love on her pussy. Something in her look made him blink, shocked to see the pain mirrored there. If her eyes revealed such suffering, imagine how her voice tore his heart when she whispered for him to "take the pain away please please please."

And when she finally came, he saw in the half-pools of her eyelids a flash of love for him that accompanied the moment the pleasure overtook the pain. It lasted for only the time it takes the sun to set, but she gave it him, the ephemeral flash of pure love, so pure it was like the green flash that blazed that day on the ocean horizon at sunset, brilliant, unexpected, and testament to the utterly real.

A good definition of love

Lorenzo laid Yoru gently on the beach, careful not to move her head and shoulders, and tenderly closed her legs.

He had bathed in a shower storm on the surface of her pussy while they adored each other with teary eyes, and it was as good a definition of love as ever he had imagined.


[Author's note: Chapter 3 of THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (3. The Sea of Perpetual Surf) continued here.]

YORU'S SILKY NIPPLE SPARKLED IN THE MOONLIGHT

                                                                                 This rewritten passage was inspired by "Silks" (above), by Sylvia Fitzpatrick (Alanis Gallery)

Yoru's silky nipple sparkled in the moonlight

Although possessing only the lowly status of a dancing girl, Yoru bribed herself deep into the enemy camp with her body. Encountering ferocious warriors at every step, who without exception instantly lusted her, she steadily seduced her way to the royal tent of the Emperor himself.

The emperor had heard of Yoru's erotic dancing, and bid his officers erect a dancing pole for her in his war tent, that he may see how she orgasmed repeatedly on the unyielding rod.

At the moment he ordered her to dance, Yoru dropped a strap of her silk blouse from her shoulder to expose the pink nipple of a single breast. The emperor slipped into a sexual reverie, not noticing she had disobeyed. He was almost hers.

"Darling Emperor," whispered Yoru, handing him a coil of ropes, "I will dance for you, and make erotic love with you, but you must promise to bind my wrists high on the pole, stretch my breasts and body, and lick my pussy until I beg you thrice to fuck me."

The emperor was a man of legendary strength and caution, but from that moment Yoru was his Mistress.


(Writer's note:)

"Silks," by Sylvia Fitzpatrick (Alanis Gallery), is a shimmering portrait of a woman's upper body clad in a silk slip. The silvery highlights on her creamy skin blend erotically with the ivory garment in the moonlight, making the scene surreal, seductive, the exquisite creases of silk evoking the woman's delicate folds of flesh hidden between her thighs below.

I knew at once her bare breast would blend perfectly into an erotic story I wrote about a dangerous dancing girl. In the story, a hostile emperor captures Yoru, but when he commands her to dance, she "drops a strap of the silk blouse from her shoulder to expose the pink nipple of a single breast, and at the sight of such soft sensuality, the emperor slipped into a sexual reverie, not noticing she had disobeyed."

In this close-up of both breasts, "Silks" depicts the pivotal moment in an infamous night of love with an artful assassin whore.The nipple of the silk-clad breast sparkles in the moonlight, while the triply curving, naked slopes of the shoulder, chest, and exposed breast symbolize the tender, inevitable fall of a surrendered woman, her neck taut, arcing to kiss and kill her enemy lover.

(This note, entitled Sylvia Fitzpatrick's 'Silks' - critique by Yoru Lamourfou, was short-listed and chosen a winner of the ALANIS GALLERY SENSUAL IMAGES "Alanis Challenge" writing competition.)

THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (1. Until I beg you thrice to fuck me)

(Writer's note: This story occurred to me while dancing on the pole at the House of V, a BDSM club in Second Life. Many of the following erotic lines are taken directly from spontaneous emotes of the previous post "POLE OF DESIRE: (Erotic emotes for club dancers)." Photo by Jama (jama.junot))

THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (1. Until I beg you thrice to fuck me)

A fragrance all along its length

There was long ago a Samurai warrior who every morning sent his servant to secretly fetch Yoru's erotic dancing pole from the club where she worked on nights previous. The servant balanced the heavy pole carefully with widespread legs as he carried it home, for it was made of finest, polished hardwood. To it clung a fragrance, all along its length, left by the exquisite dancing girl.

The warrior, in his private quarters, licked the pretty dancer's pole from bottom to top to quench his thirst for the secret triangle of love between her thighs. His strong hands tossed the heavy pole from one hand to the other as effortlessly as though he were grasping his wakizashi sword. He waxed in ecstasy as his tongue lapped the very shaft she had bathed with liquid essences leaking through her skin-tight panties.

It glistened slick and wet in the night

Why would the warrior so crave to dissolve with his own saliva -- and then consume -- the dried feminine nectar coating Yoru's pole? The ancient recipe calls for liquid, passionate essences, squirted from her sexual core, to be salted with sweet, musky sweat of the dancer, and finally scented to dizzy perfection with subtle perfumes. It is perhaps eccentric, but he found it so tasty that he enjoyed passing his tongue over the entire pole, imagining having her pussy for his breakfast.

As could be expected, this poor man's rumoured eccentricity was partly due to the naughty dancer. It was whispered in the audience that Yoru, while lavishing skin on the pole during her shows in the darkened club, was overwhelmed by multiple orgasms as she pressed herself on the hard, round, unrelenting surface. It glistened slick and wet in the night, for everyone to see.

Yoru couldn't help herself. She has the habit of closing her eyes and falling into a trance of passion at the moment her body loses control to a rising tide of erotic ecstasy. Her thoughts turn naughtier as she uses her pole as a lover... the pangs of pleasure send burning rivers up through her tummy to crisscross her breasts and flood up her neck, and finally she gasps for air as the hot waves grow fiercer, the desire spreads deeper... and at last she pauses to catch her breath and grin bashfully, contented, ready for another, and another...

The pole was slick and wet once more, but with blood

Yoru was never told of the warrior's rather odd behavior with her dancing pole. One day she arrived at the House of V to dance, and found her pole was missing. She stamped her foot in frustration--who would steal a poor sex dancer's only tool of entertainment? She was on the point of tears, standing almost naked on the empty stage, her pink nipples quivering, missing terribly the trusted, wooden pillar to hug tightly while she danced, when in the crowd she overheard a preposterous story about her missing pole of desire.

Someone whispered that a certain samurai warrior had seized upon her pole and wielded it unexpectedly as a fearsome weapon, transforming it into a battering club to defend the castle walls from the soldiers of the Emperor's army. Of course, nobody mentioned to Yoru that the warrior had been fetishizing the pole as his lick-darling when the alarm to defend the walls had been sounded.

After all, the warrior had lavished many delicious hours adoring the pole of his secret lover, and the giant piece of hardened wood had become an extension of the warrior's own body. Without pausing to pick up his swords, he had swung his favorite erotic dancer's pole expertly around himself in a deadly dance of war that flabbergasted the attackers, driving them from the castle walls and chasing them through the fires of the burning village they themselves had ignited. The pole glistened slick and wet once more, with the cooking blood of the vanquished.

                                                                              "Silks," by Sylvia Fitzpatrick (Alanis Gallery)

Not as a hero, but as a whore

Yoru was too embarrassed to admit it, but while her eccentric admirer was fighting the Emperor's soldiers with her erotic dancing pole, she had secretly struck a lethal blow at the heart of their enemies as well. Not as a hero, but as a whore.

Although possessing only the lowly status of a dancing girl, she was able to bribe herself deep into the hostile camp with her body. Finding herself confronted at every step by ferocious warriors, who without exception instantly lusted her, she steadily seduced her way to a rendezvous in the royal tent of the Emperor himself.

Yoru toys with men's sensual souls

It had been a single-minded evening, and nothing could have stopped Yoru, for she was seducing the heart of an emperor, and he was a man, and Yoru toys with men's sensual souls.

The emperor had heard from his spies of her erotic dancing. Giddy with his supposed conquest, he bid his officers to erect a dancing pole for her in his silken tent, that he may see for himself how she orgasmed repeatedly on the unyielding rod.

At the moment the emperor ordered her onto the pole, Yoru dropped her silky blouse over one shoulder to expose a breast with its pink nipple. He should have been warned, seeing her like that, she could have been one of the proverbial bare-breasted amazonian warrior women. But alas for the emperor, Yoru was making her own proverbs, speaking honeyed words in the man's waiting ear, licking his neck, so that he slipped into a sexual reverie, not noticing she had disobeyed. He was almost hers.

Until I beg you thrice to fuck me

"Darling Emperor," whispered Yoru, handing him a coil of ropes, "I will mount the pole, and dance, and make erotic love to you, but you must promise this dancing girl to bind my wrists high on the pole, stretch my breasts and body, tie my arms tightly above, and lick my pussy until I beg you thrice to fuck me."

The emperor was a man of legendary strength and caution, but from that moment Yoru was his Mistress, whether he was aware of it or not.

As the emperor reached in a frenzy to tie her wrists with the ropes, he caught sight of her soft hands and delicate fingers, tipped with long fingernails painted the hues of summer flowers. Playfully hiding her nudity from his greedy eyes, she unfolded her samurai dancing fan, tipped likewise with sharp razors tinted to match Yoru's long fingernails. The emperor was only conscious of the lust he felt for the promised tenderness of her pretty fingers and athletic body, such a sweet dancer's body, hidden behind the artful fan of an assassin whore.

An erotic dream 

When Yoru whisked away the fan to expose her breasts and the purplish, wettish, swollen lips of her yoni, ringed above with feathery pubic hair of darkest black, the emperor gawked like a commoner at market. Curiously, the beauty of her nails had confused his already sexed mind so that he failed to recognize the fan's identically painted fingernail razors. With them she ushered him into

a long dream, 

the longest dream, 

it was his last dream, 

but what an erotic dream it was,

a wet-dream he would writhe in for eternity.

Only her infamous dancing pole remained

After the battle, the eccentric hero returned the pole to the dancing girl, and at the sight of him bruised and tired, bloody and limping, she instantly fell swooning from love at the brave man's feet. It is true, even the seductress Yoru can fall in love, in spite of the harshness of her secrets. She pushed by the pole and threw her arms around his muscular shoulders, finding a new home for her erotic fantasies in his mighty frame.

The people in the village still wonder whatever happened to that samurai and his dancer. One night they disappeared, and it is rumored they traveled to the faraway lands of the Maharashtra and became models for paintings depicting the Kama Sutra. Nothing has ever been heard of their fate, although eveyone agrees it must have been erotic.

Only her famous collection of panties remained, and their infamous dancing pole of desire and destruction.


[Chapter 2, THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (2. Helpless Cunnilingus), continued here.]

POLE OF DESIRE: (Erotic emotes for club dancers)

                                                                                                                 
(This post is a working document to help with emotes, and will be under constant revision. The categories are far from fixed, and many emotes were hastily recorded in the midst of the chaos of a nightclub filled with active people. The photo sequence, "Yoru dances," was photographed in the House of V by Jama (jama.junot), unless otherwise noted.)

POLE OF DESIRE: (Erotic emotes for club dancers)

Chameleons on the pole of desire

Erotic dancers are chameleons on the pole of desire, mistresses of seductive disguises, tigresses prowling your dreams, butterflies of passion fluttering pangs of pleasure deep inside your fantasies. Dancers on the poles of desire morph guilelessly, as from a kiss to cunnilingus.

A desirable "uncurve"

Imagine you are dancing in the bustling House of V, a nightclub in Second Life, lost in the music of your favorite DJ. You hear one of the dancing girls say something sexy in open chat, an erotic emote, as she swings around the upright dancing pole, and your imagination comes alive with the sensual images she whispers. Yoru describes the dancing pole as a desirable "uncurve," contrasting it with the primal curve of her pussy as it twines from the button on her belly down past the lush pubic hair, glistening darkly, pointing downwards to the puckering, swelling, labial nether-lips concealing the clitoris, slipping further around her slit, narrowing in tender, divinely tender flesh that begs to be pinched, to slide away at last to the mysterious anus, pretty thing, root of every body's constitution, and thence from between smooth butt-cheeks to vanish in the creamy small of her back. Curves are natural, but there is something very attractive about the hardness of a dancing pole to the girls working it.

Aiming at your heart

And there in the audience the erotic entertainer sees dark outlines of hardened men in tight pants moving confidently in the shadows, their manly curves arching lusciously upwards, aiming at her heart. 

To harvest love


Brave dancers, please note that it is not my intention to advise you to copy and paste slavishly the erotic emotes in this post. These are spontaneous emotes, uttered hurriedly in the midst of guests coming and going, chattering amid innuendos, dancers greeting new arrivals, DJs creating music worlds, IMs bustling for attention, and perhaps a hundred other distractions and inspirations. If you like, you may freely use what little may be of use to you--I wish you to harvest love. Please read these emotes so you may use them as models, templates, or examples to create lines of passion that you feel and create for yourself. Play with erotic words and sensual dancing, guide chatter into seductive channels, change into sexy outfits showing your natural body, for it is the same body the universe chose to give you to propagate the planet with the people around you, your audience, your hungry voyeurs, the same who will reach out to you in their dreams, snuggling for a moment more under the sheets before waking to their worlds of reality. Create a tropical paradise in their mind, a green jungle buzzing with life, a serene zone high in alpine silence, a soothing, primeval refuge touching your Second Life lover's body with eyes and words before descending into the storm of Real Life below.

EMOTES

Later in your dreams

"Oops! These white panties allow my pubic hair to peek out above the lace--they are so skimpy and skin tight--perhaps you will recognize my love triangle later in your dreams? Sleep well with our dancers posing on your drooping eyelids, darlings... "

Make this happen for me sweetness, burn these images on my mind's eye, make me able to see you when I close my eyes to dream of deep satisfaction and tender touch--let me visualize your manhood's massive force for pleasure... "

Yoru glances over at the luscious Inya on the pole opposite her…how can you not treat your eyes to such beauty? Remember her tonight as you close your eyes to sleep...

Yoru licks her finger and spanks her own ass  "Ouch, Papi! That’s hot! Careful you don’t get burned watching little Yoru dance! But ahhhh, she will feed your dreams tonight...." 

Yoru puckers to give you a wet kiss, whispering, "I will give you hot, sweet, sexy dreams tonight, yes baby, you got some tossing and turning to do with Yoru in your head!”

Dancers karissa and Yoru and DJ Sweets are the fresh cream in the middle of a cake sandwich made of silky smooth love... all to be found in your dreams after visiting House of V--and isn't it nice our brave officers make all this possible?

With DJ Tsuki playing hot music and Kitten and Yoru dancing almost nude in your mind's eye when later you fall deliciously asleep... the sensual music pulsing in your body... imagine the power of such dreams a moment...

Yoru reaches with her free hand around to loosen a rope but finds it is tied too tightly to move even a centimeter. Wondering what to do, she squirms and twists, only to find the ropes snugly becoming tighter again with the movement--oh is there no knot aficionado present can free me from this tightening wet-dream?

You know what I am talking about--that night by the river, below the waterfall, the rushing water cooling the air around our hot avs, the passion growing, until I ran away and you chased me -- It was dark dark night--like a dream... shall we meet again tonight in just such a dream, darling?

I must be getting off on this pole *giggles* can't seem to remember where I put those panties... Well, they were just see-through lace and very skimpy, would fit into just about anyone's pocket :) for later use they will be useful. Think of the little dancer with the delicate perfume and breathe deeply and fall asleep in an erotic dream...

Yoru looks up and smiles, "We dancers at House of V don't pretend to be anyone other than your seducers, darlings, creamy-skinned women from around the world ready to fulfill your every fantasy--shall we meet in your dreams tonight?--Just think of Alma or Yoru, and we will come to you..."

Undergarments (to attract viewer attention)


Yoru luxuriates in her stripped down kimono, showing her cutie panties. Oh! There is something written on the panties--strains to read the letters written across her pussy.... naughty! I see you looking.... oh go ahead I like that you look --I think it says: "REMOVE BEFORE EATING :)

Yoru loves to strip down to her panties, g-string, or thong, showing her cutie body. Oh! There is something written on the panties--strains to read the letters written across her pussy.... oh! it says "thank you for that sweet tip, Sir XXXX" how naughty! how did he manage to write on my panties?

oh! please all you sweet people be careful not to look too closely at my thong--it's made of snake skin! if you come too close, you may be bitten by the spirit of the snake, or enchanted by Your's pretty hidden lips...


 *sigh* just look at it philosophically darlings... pink boots on these legs = no need for other clothes. It's logic, pure and uncomplicated, based on the anatomy of woman.

Yoru looks down and realizes she forgot to put on panties this morning--naughty Yoru!

Yoru shrugs and struggles out of her top trying to get free of the ropes tightly binding her arms behind her--oh now it's worse, I am here naked except for my boots, stockings and snake skin thong!

Without showing a trace of hesitation or awkwardness, little Yoru swings down on a dance move and tugs at her fallen panties..tugs but alas! she cannot pull them up and will have to try again...

Sexy friends, I have proof that our dancers are not only visibly sensual, they are for the most part missing key components of clothing... There is not a pair of panties among the lot of them!

Yoru clings to her panties, but likes it that your eyes are tearing them off her lithe body...

Yoru dons her shibari ropes, all mesh and awfully tight, so tight I feel every little tug on my pretty soft smooth skin, oh it burns and rushes up my tummy this pleasure of captivity... oh I forgot my panties... too late now, the ropes have me 

Oh my! This virtual baby blue bra is very transparent--my breasts keep popping out of it! But it gives free playroom for my pink-nippled breasts--and the feeling of freedom is nice--do you like freedom of breasts, too, darling?

Yoru looks around sleepily--a vivid wet dream still beckoning to her from her pillow--oh my, did I forget my bra this morning? no no I got my baby blue virtual bra on--but really it barely covers my puckered, pointed nipples ....

Oh! If you like a woman's buttcheeks, ass, derriere, you know, female bottoms-- this is the perfect dance for you ;)

How embarrassing --while changing outfits this new mesh body is completely naked... how naughty are the dancers of House of V!

Yoru is a little unorganized this evening--did she remember to put on panties? Usually she would remember them by color, but she has so many, and just thinking about her pantie collection makes her wet... do you like panties, too, darlings? Tell me the color you prefer...

Whatever had she been thinking? Oh yes, she remembers that her lover had distracted her while dressing and she couldn't find her bra in their disheveled bed... oh and is he here again to torment me with his erotic thoughts? Dangerous, delicious IM incoming... I can feel the anticipation below my tummy already...

Yoru looks over and sees some hot underwear on a delicious couple who know that boundaries are as liquid as their imaginations. Vivid sexual innuendo radiates from the woman's panties, her love-triangle glows in the dark, illuminating the dark shadows of the club... Oh! what are they doing over there?! May I play, too? *winks*

Oh my... when I lean over, my butt sticks out of my feather tutu and what do you think!? I forgot to put on panties again this morning! <--bad Yoru... Don't look, you naughty people!

Yoru changes into a different sexy outfit and peeks out at the audience bashfully, conscious of her almost nude body... such pretty, silky undies...

Yoru shuffles around in her inventory, searching for a spare pair of panties, and while down there keeps an eye out for bras too--seems she forgot them both on the way to work this morning --oops! <--bad bad girl this dancer Yoru--you shouldn't look at her she will have a naughty influence on your wardrobe!

They say white is the color of innocence? Oh, Yoru... do you dare wear your white panties?

Yoru pulls her bra straps out wide on both sides, then lets them snap back with a loud *THWACK!* “I don’t feel like taking my bra off yet!” 

Oh my... no bra or panties with this outfit at all! But the silky butterfly wings flow over my body so lightly one doesn't notice... I do hope it's not distracting...

Yoru slips into something a little more submissive-- "Oh these boots need an expert tongue-polishing! *looks around with eyes as sharp as a hawk's* any lick-meisters out there tonight?" *giggles naughtily*

/me stretches her legs so widely the white panties barely conceal the silky pubic hairs covering the hidden passage to divine pleasure, that spot *smiles* where every sensual being reaches, every sentient soul longs to reside, to fulfill the deepest secrets of love

Thank you for your kindness (acknowledging tips)

Yoru slips off her pole and stealthily moves closer to Miss Xoxo, quietly closer, but not close enough to touch, just enough that the wet kiss she blows is still moist when it hits Miss Xoxo full on her lips... ahhh those lips, pink lips, she wonders at their power to satisfy.... merci beaucoup la belle dame tigresse!!

Yoru looks around, searching for the generous person who just left her honey -- it is kindness to sweeten the tip of her tongue when it enters his lips-- how nice of you, Sir Begood, you shall reap the sweet rewards of your generosity soon after the show!

Yoru pauses in her erotic dance to scan the audience for that special av who was so kind to her... spots her... then glides off her pole, steps silently on her ballet shoes across the dance floor, circles around to kiss the back of Miss Xoxo's neck--only just a swift brush with the tip of her tongue, so recently sweetened by the kind donation to this humble dancing girl... thank you, darling... I am at your service...

I tip-toe to you, handsome man, and stretch up and kiss you for that act of kindness to this insignificant dancing girl :)

Claims

Yoru acknowledges the claim with a bow of acceptance, brushing her lips on the handsome Doctor's rough, masculine chin... her heart skips a beat--remembering the valleys and peaks of pleasure they have experienced in the past and wondering what will happen to her heart once it is again in his grasp--and the stubble on his chin, it rasps her nether-lips in exquisite, painful ways...

Yoru is convinced she had in some former life had a desperately dangerous affaire with a man of great power, --was it someone like Sir C, the doctor?? It's not clear *smiles* but anyway--hot men make me excited ... you know ... all over my body... And when they claim me? I simply melt off my dancing pole at their feet!

DJs and erotic dancers (shout outs)

DJ Raven!! It's my lucky day to dance when her music makes it soooo easy to lose yourself in sensual fantasies. Just look at her, she is so hot she could be an erotic dancer in the House of V!

Yoru is immersing herself in the music now... thinking about last night's lovemaking makes her want more... And DJ Sweets is making it sooooo effortless to dance, to romance, to let go... to give all...

Hey *smiles* ... Xoxo, you hot hot hot dancer of the House of V... did you sneak down to the mall and buy some more sexy outfits? I wanna go too!

Ohhhh the heat of the erotic dancer flowing in the music of DJ Droz at House of V! Drink her image, savour her words, go with her to the ends of your imagination!

/me glances up just in time to see an angel on the other dancing pole swoop down as if to pick up a rose petal, graceful movement, and then the best: full on view of her cute butt! Dancer XXXX is erotic art alive, living erotica...

 Sir Begood thank you for your sweet kindness--please be aware you have released the girl beast within me, set loose to prowl in search for you in darkest night...

Floor dances for erotic girls are like water to fish, air to birds...

runs her slender fingers over her silky soft body, from her neck to her thighs, while swaying to the sultry music of their hot like fire DJ Raven, an accomplice to the intense sexual heat consuming us all--especially Juicy Lucy and wet Yoru!

Anyone in the audience a connoisseur of "derriere"? This dance combined with my outfit makes this an ass-lover's dream ....

Yoru gazes across the entrance at her divinely delicious colleague dancers linda and lucy and inhales sharply at their eroticism, then rests her eyes on our sultry DJ eggy--good to be back on the pole of desire among such desirable delights!

Juicy ladies of the erotic dancing poles Xoxo and Yoru will make your eyes hunger for more...

Yoru smiles and twirls, kicks her legs up in the direction of the voice of hot music, DJ Lily, and her eyes drift to the other avs --then to the beautiful dancer Lucy, and she cannot help herself, the apparitions of intense sensuality are too impassioning-- she needs both hands to hold herself steady on the stage...

Dancing when DJ Eggy is here is like going to Hawai'i for the holidays... so hot and wet!!

Oh! DJ Marianne--It is like a little cricket chirping in my tummy, just above my panties, when you say my name...

It is so nice, the cool night air on my nude skin--well not quite nude, I have a tattoo and a necklace on so I am not soooo naughty! Wow DJ Sweets has a sexy voice...

Come here and watch your House of V dancers closer, darlings... Lucy and Alma and Yoru will make you a nice warm cup of dancer-tea with a squirt of girl juice, and DJ Lily will shake it up and splash it onto your thirsty tongues while she spills music into your hungry ears!

Yoru runs her slender fingers over her silky soft body, from her neck to her thighs, tempting all the pretty avs to watch, swaying to the sultry music of DJ Raven, a willing accomplice to the intense sexual heat consuming the House of V…

Oohhh what hunk has invaded my House of V dreamworld tonight? A male erotic dancer on the pole opposite. Rick! So close almost to catch your scent... come closer still...

Oh my! From the erotic DJ Lucar's frying pan into the sensual DJ Hunter's fire! Mmmm soon we eat "dessert à la Yoru!" *smiles and throws pink-lipped kisses*

Yoru slips into a music-induced dream of her weekend capricious encounters--did that really all happen? She holds her breath, wondering at her capacity for sex...  this music just sends me into a reverie of sensuality-- DJ Raven rocks!

Come darlings, dance with me... it's for a good cause -- passion! :) and with our hot HoV DJ Raven, what can be sweeter below the tummy?

Yoru looks down and realizes suddenly she put on her sheerest panties... without tats... her pure smooth skin the color of warm island honey, unobstructed and perfumed... and wonders why she is no longer feeling cold -- ahhh it is the lusting gaze on her exposed skin of the guests writhing in the trance of hot DJ axurik's music!

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Avs in the audience

Ohhhh you handsome and beautiful avs in the audience, like tigers in your desire! I wonder what you intend when you whisper such naughty things to the dancers? I wonder what would happen if ever they were set loose on you, alone? *smiles mischieviously*

Yoru sticks her tongue out and licks the air in your direction... oh so naughty thoughts running through her mind...sighing with a soft growl, flaunting her pretty thighs--off with the butterfly silks and on with the ... should I put on anything? let me think while I peel wings of latex off my breasts and thighs...

These new mesh breasts keep popping out the top of my sky-blue virtual corset -- what shall I do? Any "body experts" in the audience? *smiles innocently*

You are new darling? Have you met a certain av ... *whispers in your ear*

Yoru smiles at the love letter and replies, "You must be cautious around the tigress--she inserts her tongue, then withdraws it slowly, so drawing you out, you come after it with your own tongue-- then she clutches your tongue and holds it tightly and smiles with her eyes penetrating deeply in yours..."

There that's better, the cool night breeze at our House of V on my bare shoulders and breasts, the hot hot avs wandering around giving us plenty of eye-candy... and the sensual music mix of DJ SueAcide... what a nice evening... anything can happen!

Sir Rob... you take my breath away...

Yoru wonders at the naughty thoughts drifting her way--isn't SL wonderful? one can only guess in RL what sexy thoughts are going on, but in SL we have IMs to do the job!

Yoru's nimble fingers slowly, teasingly pull the lace thong back up, its shimmering black fabric tracing a rim of slightly rising skin as it moves up over her smooth thighs. She wriggles it closer to the dark pubic triangle it was intended to hide. Don't look! Yoru will tempt you to think naughty!

You know what I am talking about--that night by the river, below the waterfall, the rushing water making our hot avs not in the least cooler, the passion growing, until I ran away and you had to chase me -- so happy you caught me :)

The poor man woke up one morning and realized he had an endless supply of pussy living next door--blistering hot and willing, too... she was the girl from the House of V--oh that explains it!

/me changes her almost-nude outfit for something less restraining--*cough*... anyway it's for a nice guest in the audience who likes me... I'll never tell!

/me realizes she put on her makeup rather elegantly tonight, but she had a feeling someone special would come… *gazes across the hungry faces in the audience, searching for a telltale look...*

/me glances down from the stage and sees a sight that instantly makes her wet... the audience is irresistible tonight...

You want to learn to dance like an House of V dancer darling? You can do it! Watch us writhe and shake our bodies and seduce all around us... and listen to our sweet DJ Raven making it sensual with her music... it's easy! Be your essence, live your sensuality... dance among fragrant flowers with erotic dancers and be free!

Oh I think I am going to show a secret lover what is under this new dress-- is it you? or maybe YOU?... Yoru has a very vivid imagination... want to share?

/me slips into something a little more dominante-- oh! These boots need an expert tongue-polishing! *looks around with eyes as sharp as a hawks* Any givers?

/me changes quickly into a sexy outfit and peeks out at the audience, hot hot avs she is so curious to know-- her eyes take in the irresistible sight of the powerful and the yielding, the majestic and their lovely adorers *sigh*…  lucky we live in SL, lucky we play at the House of V!

/me wonders if all these stunning avs in the club realize just how much the bad girls and guys of the House of V want them? … oops! that came out wrong, I mean *cough* want them to have fun? Passionate fun is a gift of Second Life … of life itself! Come play with us *looks around, at first defiant, then lowers her gaze shyly, embarrassed at her excessive boldness*

/me often is in awe of the passion she feels in the air around her while she dances. It is as palpable as the soft hand of a woman in arousal on the flat stomach of her lover, trembling, hesitating in deciding on which direction her fingers shall travel next... the whispers in IM, the hints of deep emotions...

Yoru raises her leg high into the air and shifts expertly around in a classic erotic pole girl's revelation of...you know, the spot everyone wants to see in tonight's dream.... oh... tonight? ok, I will meet you there... and I will bring the sandman for extra fun *grins evilly*

Fragrant tea of the dancing girls

Yoru was just musing, "Everyone wants to taste the fragrant, flowery tea of a natural woman-- gentle rain falling from between soft, aroused thighs... what beverage could one wish for more?" 

Oh that's a naughty thought but still nice...the flow of love from between the thighs--the river of creation and desire...

/me takes a walk down Sensual Lane, turns right at the corner with Oh-la-la Avenue and continues until she reaches Down-on-him Square, ahhh she approaches her destination... you know where that is, don't be shy… and you may be free to imagine you are with me, for I am Yoru, your dancing girl from the land of Eros...

Yoru slipped into a fantasy about brushing her lips on her shibari girlfriend's nipples and her heart skipped a beat--remembering the valleys and peaks of pleasure they have experienced in the past and wondering what will happen to her heart once it is again in her grasp...

Yoru slips quietly into her shibari ropes--she always tries to please her voyeur friends in every request or desire--shivers and shakes as the ropes grip her body ever more tightly, each carefully tied according to ancient tradition and pure lust...

Yoru notices in the process of changing outfits that often there is a period of about 30 seconds wherein little Yoru is completely nude--oh! I must remember to turn around before someone sees such a shameful spectacle. NOT! I love it--look all you like--here I open wider for you :)

/me was reading an erotic story when she glanced up to see the lust in the Doctor's eyes, and asked, "What are you thinking darling? It is a beautiful night... and I was just wondering... can you read my mind?" 

/me loves her pasties but wonders how she is going to find the right person to suck them off gently, persistently from her areolas -- it is a work of love... and very time consuming... but I always find a way to make it worth while :)

Oops am I dripping? /struggles to put on panties but the tight ropes keep her firmly on the pole of desire... hope nobody sees between my legs, it's a little moist!

Yoru returns out of her reverie and flips back her hair, bites her lip, then runs her hands over the perilous curves of her sensuous body before she snaps her finger like the *crack* of a whip.... .mmmm vanilla or chocolate or lime or berry, when it concerns lovers, I desire all flavors!"

Oh my that sounds imminent! Would someone like to catch me please... I feel I am going to faint from the hot IMs directed at just below my tummy, where erotic feelings originate...

/me slips into her darkest-desire outfit, her mask accentuating hidden passions, sharpening her gaze out. She is a predator on the stage, don't come too close baby, you feel the heat, you smell the perfume mixing with scent of the erotic, athletic dancer... maybe you cannot help yourself...

/me begins a rhythmic, animal groaning interspersed with low moans... combined with soaked panties, it is the sure sign of an aroused woman on the dancing poles of desire...

/me was naked except for ivory-colored panties. A sparse patch of shiny black pubic hair peeked above the silky lace, and between her thighs a darker shade of ivory revealed that she was moist below.

Yoru reaches over and pulls the sweet girl to her, pushing her breasts to Yoru's own, flat together and rubbing back and forth, thrilling at the nipples kissing each other with their sensual puckering...

"Who me? naked? I am known to be naughty but you must have the wrong dancer, darling....why the very fantasy of me nude up here under the hot lights for all to see makes me moisten my panties in arousal... Well, at HoV I think I could get away with it *grins evilly*"

Body talk

It's much nicer to allow nipples fresh air don't you think? mine are nice and pink from the exposure, and puckered :) Do you hear them whispering your name? *smiles*

/me feels so sensual in her sheer silk embroidered see-through body suit... it fits her mesh body like a tight film of plastic wrap... Yoru, you have the body of Venus...

/me forgot to fasten her skirt, and so it drops unceremoniously to the floor... did she remember to put on the panties to her new mesh body?

Oh how nice is my skin-tight bikini for my mesh av :) it won't be long until I have to take that off tonight :)

Yoru pretends to rev her motorcycle engine, *Vroom, vroom, vroooooom!!* oh that vibrates between my thighs! why didn't anyone warn me? *laughs in a low, animal tone*

I love this dress but it has one drawback--you can see clearly the red whelps from the whippings I get from my lovers on my ass... What I need is a nice person, man or woman does not matter to yoru, she is bisexual--to apply soothing salve to the swollen, angry, red whipping marks on my butt--maybe I apply some soothing girl juice in return?

Yoru grins wickedly, raises her matrix-gloved hands to cup her firm, not-too-large/not-too-small breasts, and brushes her fingertips delicately over swollen nipples, puckering… then she begins a slow spiraling descent down her pole into a fantasy...

Getting too close to the dancer

Yoru coos in a low voice laden with honey: “Oh, darling, do you really think you are immune to Japanese Yoru’s charms dancing on the pole of desire? Come a little closer... but not too close! it may burn ... but simultaneously it will feel good so good ..."

/me rolls backwards, her legs splitting, revealing the tight strip of pantie barely covering her sparse, blue-black pubic hair, then closes her thighs with a *clap!* Wouldn't you like to see that again? *smiles knowingly* You may... but do be careful... think of the erotic implications of getting too close...

/me rolls her hips slowly, deliberately making movements of desire, the twisting invitation, the welcoming dance of the female animal. Closer but not too close, darling, this dancer is dangerous *kiss*

/me grinning wickedly, raises her gloved hands to cup her firm, soft breasts and brushes her fingertips delicately over these perfect mammary mounds… “They're all mine, darlings, full, natural breasts on a lithe body, nipples of soft pink…” Her buttocks shimmy provocatively, they, too, perfectly satisfying the wishes of her voyeur audiences.

/me relishes the role of a libertine woman, enjoys the viewing eyes, gestures to you invitingly…. “C’mon sexy, let me entertain you with my pole… we all like nice, smooth, hard poles, pas vrai chéri?”

/me presses her thighs around the pole, sliding on it, hugging it, going down on it, feeling warm waves of intense physical pleasure dancing through her body… oh heat of passion! Sweet passionate pole, you are my new home…

Yoru involuntarily emits a low moan as she feels the reddening strips of soft skin where the straps smacked her flesh last night-- it was date night and besides, I liked it :p

/me sheds some of her armour, delighting in seeing her own thighs emerge from the heavy plates. What a contrast, the softness and pale smooth skin against the black, hard, unforgiving armour... it reminds her of the hard muscles of hard men--and the softness of women--softness enough to melt the hearts of hard men...

Everybody wants to lick my ice cream? Works for me *smiles*

Yoru whispers in your ear, “I have blue-black hair, dark brown eyes, and count on it baby, as far as my creamy gold skin is concerned, I am a girl who knows how to get under yours!”

So now you can say, "I saw a Kotora Nippon warrior woman dancing the sexy pole at House of V!" That is, you can tell the story if you get out of my bed in one piece.... *grins and squints her eyes playfully*

 Yoru likes voyeurs... anyway, you think we dance in House of V because we like to be covered in lots of clothes? *laughs and winks languidly at her dancer colleague Kitten on the pole opposite-- hot-pink latex body-suit!!

Yoru delights in wearing tops with one breast showing... it's so tempting to touch the protruding, defenseless nipple! But watch carefully, sweetie, you may be surprised at the velocity of such dancing, swinging, swirling, womanly mounds... don't get too close or you may be BREASTED!! *evil grin*

Auction taunts

Yoru transforms into the she-devil of the auction girls, the samurai of the dancing assassins, ready to shred any bidders --"who breeds the tigress must love the claw!"

Or do you prefer the dragon for a date? have you sufficient life insurance, darling? come it is for a good cause, make a wish! and you may wish you never bid for the red dragon of desire!

Sexy outfits

Oh my! I never thought I'd wear a tutu--it’s just "tooo tooo" if you know what I mean... But I discovered, half a tutu is nice... it shows just enough to make you smile and maybe drool a little in anticipation :)

/me loses some feathers from her tutu--"Oh well! I have lots more!" :))

Incoming in a brand new bikini :) this one you don't want to miss--one nipple is a star pastie :) purple with black fringes and falling stars and the thong is almost not there!

You like Japanese tattoos darling? you want to lick to see if they are sweet on my body? *smiles evilly*


*Smiles* don't blink you may miss when something falls out of this tight bikini! my right breast already did...

Oh! When I lean forward, my butt sticks out of my feather tutu and what do you think!? I forgot to put on panties! <--bad Yoru! *tries to hide her most delicious parts to the audience, but fails...*

/me slips into something a little more appropriate for sexy dancing in public, an outfit to make you wish for more, to make you drool a little, to make you wet below, to invade your sleep and overpower you in wet-dreams...

Yoru stretches her legs and kicks high into the air, exposing her flesh-colored bikini panties precisely there between her cream-colored thighs... oh the mesh body has never felt sexier!

/me is having a hard hard HARD time taking her viewer off fellow-dancer Carl's package ... I think Leesha and I are in for a big big BIG treat after the show *grins evilly* Isn't it nice that the sexy dancers of the House of V come in all shapes, genders, and SIZES?!

Pssst! Just in case there are any ass-adorers out there--now is your time to shine :) My outfit curiously has no bottom!

/me thinks to herself, “Awww, sweeties, I don’t mind if you look when I am nude between costume changes :)” Yoru has often been the object of voyeurism: “I like it. Anyway, do you think I dance in the House of V because I like to be covered in lots of stuffy clothes?” *winks languidly and motions with her hand for you to approach closer...*

/me wonders if anyone remembers the pitiful bound dancer at the charity auction? Yoru was so helpless and enraged, the perfect SLEX slave. This outfit is how I was thrust to the front of the stage --cruelly but oh so hot! --look quickly, it will appear only for a heartbeat!

/me flutters her needle-pointed fan in front of her face and blows kisses saucily, sending winks as she dances, luring her guests closer as she sweeps her fan to cover first, her love-spot, then higher, pivoting her hips and undulating on the stage… is she removing her bra behind the fan? Yoru clearly wants to be naked... how naughty!

/me slips out of those silly pink panties that keep falling and puts on her latex fetish bathing suit--anyone thinking about swimming in my little wet pond?

/me jumps into her ballet shoes, twirls around the pole gracefully, then abruptly hugs the pole with both thighs, kicking high into the air, breathing the fresh air of sexual freedom... ahhh to be one of the dancers of House of V! Tell me, baby, have you ever seen ballet like this? *giggles out of control*

/me loves these pasties on her nipples, especially when her lover removes them after the show, with only lips, puckered, no nibbling allowed, just wet lips. It won't be easy, baby, you must suck them a long time to loosen them and... oh you see what I mean :) imagination is powerful, non cherie?

Yoru shivers in luscious delight as the red latex closes around her curves, gripping her buttocks into a perfect shape of an inverted heart--oh haven't you noticed?

oh my my anyone in need of a nurse? I forgot I had a nurse outfit--must find the bed that goes with it and start anesthetizing some avs *smiles* ... come get the oxygen right here darling, at the end of my red lips...

Yoru hopes you caught this last outfit--it doesn't leave much to the imagination but will fuel your fantasies at night for weeks...

Punishments for bad-girl dancers on hard poles

Said the burly Hawaiian canoe paddler to Yoru one dark night: “Broke da eyes, wahine!” Who will refuse their eyes such a feast of femininity? Paddles, anyone? *grins evilly*

/me clicks curiously on the next dance, whose animation instantly draws her body tightly around the pole, forcing her crotch to push forcefully against its round, thrusting firmness, rising evilly upward, and she swoons, unable to help herself... this pole, I love it! I will make it my home...

Yoru slides down the pole, suddenly slows, scoots back up a bit, then resumes her languid tight hot wet luscious slide down down into an oblivion of  sexual fantasy--"Did someone lubricate this pole, or did I make it soooo wet?"

/me looks down, shocked! How long has she been dancing with her panties fallen to her knees? Swinging her upper body nonchalantly down, breasts bulging dangerously out of her see-through lace bra, she tugs unsuccessfully at the panties, finally giving up. “I hope nobody notices…”

/me throws on some more clothes, then changes her mind and starts taking them back off again... oh the stress of being an erotic dancer--one never knows how much is too much... or too little! What you you like? Oh, let me guess *smiles appreciatively*

/me stomps a high-heeled boot and puckers her lips for a kiss... "That’s better darlings... time to take you for a sexy ride on my pole!" She slides her hand down her side and discovers she forgot her panties: "Wait! Don’t look! …..  awww, go ahead and look, it's very pretty in a pure woman kind of way--and besides, what do I care? I am a dancer at House of V!" *winks naughtily*

/me pulls her bra straps out wide on both sides, then lets them snap back with a loud *THWACK!* “I don’t feel like taking my bra off yet!” She involuntarily emits a low moan as she feels the reddening strips of soft skin where the straps smacked her flesh. She winks at the hot avs in the room and smiles, knowing how naughty she is, and lusciously not caring, not even a little bit!

/me can see nothing with the red blindfold covering her eyes, but savours the saucy conversation going on around her all the more, wondering if she is as naked as the cool breeze on her smooth pale skin is telling her...

Dark eyes smoldering

/me looks out into the crowd, her dark eyes smoldering. As her body sways to the music, Yoru’s soft, supple skin slowly begins to glisten under the hot lights turned on her almost naked body. Her perfumed skin, her very scent, draws the men in… they want more bad girls of the House of V!

Oh darling, don't you think a dancer of the House of V can dance seductively with her arms bound tightly behind her? What would you like to bet on it? *winks* It makes my breasts protrude unnaturally, but it's pretty all the same...

You might get burned

/me pretends to rev her motorcycle engine, *Vroom, vroom, vroooooom!!* Shaking her hips and arching her breasts, she gets right up in your face and smiles sweetly: "Don't get too close or you might get burned!" 

Yoru slips a wandering hand up Akiko's right thigh, brushes lightly with her fingertips the soft hairless triangle of her breathtaking pussy, feels the rushing thrill of her own fingers on herself down there, then jerks her hand away, not wanting to draw attention to her nudity... oh go ahead darlings, kiss the pretty avs and make them cry...

10,000 years of breeding

/me licks her lips provocatively, her siren face ravishing, the result of 10,000 years of breeding, coupling only the choicest women of all Japan to the samurai warrior clans. Her smile brightens into a wicked grin, and she gazes into the room, searching for an unsuspecting lover to capture with her subtleties and insidious seductions.

/me coos in a low voice laden with honey: “Oh, darling, do you really think you are immune to Japanese Yoru’s charms in the heat of desire? You cannot resist 10 millennia of breeding stunning female beauty with perfect male muscle… it is inevitable that you succumb. Come, I will make it as delicious as possible...”

/me knows you cannot resist female thighs honed with 6,000 hours of martial arts, merged with 2,000 hours of training on the erotic pole of desire -- and 10X that in the battles between the sexes on her war-bed-- it is seduction unmatched in heaven or on earth! Where will you find such an apparition again?”

Where such an apparition again?”

/me slides a finger into her mouth, sucking lasciviously… her tongue probes each finger, exploring it like a sculptured miniature, manly shaft, as she gazes out at the hot avs…oh so naughty thoughts running through her mind...sighing with a soft growl, flaunting her pretty thighs, she extracts her warm, wet fingers and waves them in the cool air, the excitement of her naughty, bad girl ways making her reckless, daring…

Did you know that the phrase "Dame Blanche" usually refers to a dessert, vanilla ice cream with molten dark-chocolate syrup on top? But Yoru has another dessert for you tonight, snow-white panties with jet-black pubic hairs peeking over the lace... 

Yoru stomps her spiked heels and kicks one leg high in the air and twists her lithe body languidly, lusciously, revealing her bra-less breasts quivering in the hot lights of the stage beneath the ropes

You want to share the dessert of Yoru's love? I will bring you two spoons, one for you and one for your lovely partner...

Yoru spanks her own ass as she realizes her thong panties have fallen to her knees. "Ouch, Papi! That’s hot! Careful you don't catch fire watching little Yoru dance!" 

/me thinks back to the moonlight reflecting off the ocean and all the things she did there on the beach under the stars last night--such a salty taste when she licked her lover's neck... such a salty tang when ... you know...

/me uses her slender, nimble fingers, to tease the lacy thong back up, its shimmering silver fabric tracing a rim of rising, whitened skin as it moves up over her smooth thighs, feeding the eyes, not just the men, but the women as well, as she wriggles it closer and closer to the dark pubic triangle it was intended to hide. Naughty Yoru--showing everything! But only for a moment... you must look quickly!

/me moans quietly, hoping nobody heard her, then whispers to herself in a low, naughty voice: "It simply must be legal to be this hot and sexy! What a boring world it would be without such darlings of the erotic dancing poles!" 

/me flips back her hair and bites her lip, then runs her hands over the perilous curves of her sensuous body before she snaps her finger like the *crack* of a whip. In a sultry voice she murmurs, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's a delicious night! Ahhh the beauty of the female body… doused in the spirit of seduction..."

How about bad girls? (Judging your audience for appropriateness)

/me licks her puckering, bright red lips, swings her hips wide and smacks her booty playfully with the Japanese knife fan… then pouts languidly and growls in a low, feminine voice, urgent with desire, "Any bad boys out there? How about bad girls? All the same to me..."

/me strokes her fan slowly across her chest, shivering involuntarily as its razor sharp samurai needlepoints trail perilously close to her skin. Yoru has the magic, yes yes, one only needs watch her lithe curves move to the music and listen to her confessions of desire to know the depth of her emotions… such fire is yours to pluck from the pole of desire!

Yoru loses herself in a daydream of rough lips pressing down on her yielding mouth, forcing her to take the hungry tongue and entertain the desire with her own supple tongue --a tongue well versed in the art of satisfaction-- it is a gentle, welcome urgency

/me looks boldly out at the audience and coos, “I have dark hair, dark eyes, and count on it baby, I am a girl who knows how to get dark thoughts under your skin!” She dips and sways in the music-filled House of V, and then puckers to give you a wet kiss from afar...

Yoru slides a finger into her mouth, sucking lasciviously… then waves it in the cool air above her and smiles naughtily --mmmm--latex fingers, just imagine the possibilities ....

/me shakes her butt at you, laughing unabashed, "I know you got it, baby, c’mon, tell us what you want..." Oh my--it appears Yoru wants a little taste of your icing on her cake!

In Yoru's dream she saw herself with a man deep inside her, her flesh writhing, tightly clutching, their bodies instruments of love, sexual skin surrounding special areas of the most erotic zones of woman or man...

Yoru falls into a half-dream envisioning a certain av she saw, her eyes getting heavy, she wants to go into surrender mode, let the strong, eager hands of a lover grasp her waist where the curves are steepest and the skin soft to the touch--she drifts in the delicious rhythms of DJ Cat, she with the Voice of Desire

/me steps out and opens her legs wide and bends her knees low, stroking her hands up the insides of her legs, digging her fingernails into the soft thighs, making her wince with pain, just a little sweet pain, posing with her eyes sweeping over her luscious curves. Oh Yoru! You need to cool down, girl, you're going to scorch the dancing pole!

/me knows she has been a bad, bad girl... but looks at you over her shoulder anyway as she swings her legs high in the air, opening them wide, giving a little bounce and smacking her ass. Then, slithering to her knees, she whispers hoarsely, "C'mon daddy! Come watch me be naughty. Bring your lover, too, she wants some honey, just like you!"

/me smiles with a wicked little tilt to her lips, looking around for a likely playmate, she swings around the pole and pushes her buttcheeks out for your inspection, offering her perfect ass for a little spanking, “Oh yes, just a little more baby… please… C'mon sugar… I’m gonna make your coffee brew, your cake rise, your milk boil, your bread toast!”

Plucked from bed talk

/me gathers your big load in her mouth and keeps her lips sealed on your manhood and savours the intense sensation of cock floating in semen--the texture and the taste are from somewhere beyond this earth... sexual celestial sensual all in one man."Oh... The fantasies one has dancing on the erotic poles!"

/me throws herself at your feet, naked. She is moist in two places of her body: between her thighs because she desires you; and in both eyes because she loves you."

Yoru slows down as she drifts lower on the pole, sinking into a deep reverie of the night's erotic encounters--the ropes, the kiss, long-lasting surrender...

Yoru remembers the night she fell onto that huge bed -- not sure where it was but it was full of naked bodies, all sexes, and then someone pushed me back and I simply lost it, opening, stretching, kicking helplessly, I was licked to virtual ecstasy.... OOPS! careful, Yoru, dreaming out loud again, bad girl!

"Ca c'est une bonne dose de foutre..." Oh my! that's very naughty French he said to me--whatever was I doing to him? *smiles coquettishly* Please don't look it up--it's too embarrassing!

And now your reward...

...for reading all the way to the very end: you may kiss my buttcheeks goodbye! Better yet, come watch the erotic girls dance...

 "I am stepping down, front pole free!" It is the custom of the dancers at House of V to politely alert their sexy colleagues to come dance on the poles of desire...

Come darling...

Come darling, I am thirsty for connection after all that dancing and emoting--shall we dance the tango of love, just you and I?


(Writer's note: Many of these emotes occur spontaneously while dancing on the pole at the House of V, a BDSM club in Second Life. Many of the erotic lines in the following post "THE ECCENTRIC HERO AND THE DANCING GIRL: (1. Until I beg you thrice to fuck me).")