Bards of Gor: Original creative writers of Gor
Original creative writers of Gor.
Do you write? Do you have an appreciation for Gor or Gorean philosophy or culture? (If the answer is no, what the hell are you doing reading my blog? *laughs*)
Sirius Karillion, guard of Port Kar, approached me in-world months ago via IM and asked if I would join a group he created titled “Bards of Gor”. Well, he’s a dashing fellow, though he’s only one eye and smells o’ sour tospits when he’s been drinkin’ too much (Kidding, Sirius!), so of course I accepted.
The in-world group is growing daily and I’m thrilled to see our numbers swell. We have aspiring poets and lyricists as well as established, professional writers. But this particular post is about our newest innovation, well, Sirius’ innovation really, the Bards of Gor forums.
Allow me for a moment to direct your attention to an amazing effort being put forth by Sirius and his merry band of bards who are tirelessly working to improve your SL-Gor experience with live entertainment in-world as well as provide a forum and resource site for writers of varying skill levels.
Every day new resources are posted, poems and stories are offered for critiques, people share inspiration and techniques for writing. In essence we’re attempting to build a community of people who all have two things in common: Gor and writing.
It’s a new movement and I’m pleased to be a part of it. If you think you’d enjoy being part of a growing Gorean writers community I encourage you to visit Bards of Gor and see for yourself what it has to offer.
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Alone Time
Something I wrote a while back to entice a fellow whose company I enjoy. I thought I’d give it another read-through, an edit to clean up punctuation, etc. and then post it here for my audience’s viewing pleasure. I hope you enjoy.
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Title: “Alone time”
She slides smooth satin down her soft skin, letting the crimson fabric puddle at her slim ankles. Lace. Linen. The mountain of clothing grows laying her trim form bare — steam leaving her sun-kissed curves dewey in the candlelight.
Small bare feet kiss the cool tiles as she crosses the haze-filled room. Soft bubbles tickle at her shapely legs as she slides into the bath, warm water slipping over her lithe form. A shiver and then a sigh, her pink lips curl into a smile of warm pleasure as her slight curves sink into the fragrant pool.
Pink peaks break the water’s bubbled surface as she arches her back, stretching, then settling into the warmth. Laying her head back her eyes flutter closed, dark lashes kissing soft cheeks. A silent moment of repose as thoughts flicker through her mind.
Smooth fingers gather the soap into her small hands and glide, slippery over wet skin from a dainty wrist to curved shoulder to pause at her slender neck. Moist pink lips part in audible sigh recalling with a shiver his calloused hand on slender neck.
She lifts a lazy arm up to unpin her raven locks letting them ripple and fall in a tousled pool across her shoulders, over the curve of breasts. The feathery touch of fingertips travel from the hollow at her throat, slow, lingering, through the valley between her breasts and dipping through the foam into the water to slide, warm, caressing down her flat tummy.
Sun-kissed knees break the surface and a soft sigh slips from her lips, her straying hand slipping between parted thighs to stoke a kindled fire. Her head back, body tense, the subtle movements of her frame make fragrant water ripple over her shoulders in a warm caress.
One delicate hand plays lightly, unseen over a budding flower as another moves firm and eager over her hungry skin. In her mind she feels calloused hands sliding over belly and breast, teasing soft skin at the curve of her neck, sliding up to take a handful of pitch-dark hair and pull her eager mouth to his.
Candles burn low and flicker. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, small hand clutching at the rim of the bath, trim hips writhing slowly under the cooling water. Gentle waves of release washing over her. Low moans of pleasure turn to frustration. Her body left langorous, limpid but unsatisfied.
