 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
Undecided |
| Education: |
In College |
| Religion: |
Agnostic |
| Smoke: |
Yes |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Student And Data entry |
| Body Type: |
Slim / Slender |
| Height: |
5' 6" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Domination, Costumes, Toys, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, A Public Place |
| Sex is Best: |
Passionate, Experimental, Wild, Kinky |
| Cybersex: |
Yes |
| I Want You To: |
Talk Dirty to Me, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Seductress/Seductor, Loving, Passionate, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Fun With Toys, Adventurous, Kinky, Aggressive |
My Web Gifts
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SophiaStClaire's Scoop More About SophiaStClaire
My Other Profile/Website Links:
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Interests:
*The small and weak sound of the seconds of clock ticked off one after another into the cascade of near silence. The room itself was prevaded with a dreamy calm, a soft and sensual kiss of cold, and the ethereal shimmer of the moons light refracted through gauzt curtains and the point of a hundred flickers of minute flames dancing, writhing, in the delight of the life they had been given. Consuming the wicks they were a prisoner to. The scent of roses fell and floated like a mist, across the floor in a sweet scintilating wave, as it slid from the brilliant crimson of the candle wax.
Sliding across black and white cream silk sheets that rustled and trembled with the pair of bodies that held one another so closely behind a shadowed veil of tranparent silk encompassing the four, ornately carved and silver gilded, black wooden posts. Figures of demonic ladies and sultry angels interlocked in invariably mischevious tanglings of flesh. Sometimes in singular fashion, prominantly displaying themselves to the covorting figures all about. In groups of twos, and threes, Each with mouth entwined to lips, or to a rounded and sculpted breast, at the cusp of thigh, or at the soft swell of a wonderfully carved bottom.
Each of the seemingly endless tableu of sexual deviance in the form of other wordly women engaged in such sexual opulance as to make even the most liberal of devotees to the carnal arts, blush in abject embarassment. Yet even these highly lurid images carved upon the headboard, the railings, and posts of this grand veiled bed, could never match the lust and furious hunger, exhibited by the ladies spreead over the double king sized bed. For in all the static beauty of the carvings. This was hot and living flesh, Stained with the sweat and flavor of loving excertions.
Here there was at the center of the throng of deviant debacuhery, a single form. Proud and beautiful. In a sil robe that was left open to bare gleaming flesh to the dim lights and the waves of heated seduction pouring in from all around her. For this Is the mistress, The lady of her house. While there were those here bound by the desire for this elegant matron of a house of lust. There were those like the one behind her, legs lewdly slitthered around her hips, feet curved and pressed to the insides of her thighs, holding her spread in lewd relief, fingers and more importantly the nails, short and tapered, painted in a shade of darkness so complete it seems to drink of the light and warmth of the mistress's heated flesh. This was the Raven, Incandescent blue eyes devouring with a seemingly insatiable appetite for the embrace of flesh always a promise in this the house of Lady Dianna.
The others gathered were no less held bound by the little Ravens dance of fingers over soft taught and trembling skin. The rapt fascination of the gasps when those fingernails would find and dig into a particularly delicious spot. As they slithered across the soft undercurve of the breast. Or when they would find and lightly pinch those tender nipples, and caress along the length of silver chain suspended against heaving cleavage, the rise and fall of those imaculate swells The soft rattle of that chain could be heared as fingernails slowly scratched down to the soft and creamy apex of the Mistress Dii's thighs. Cupping and gently massaging and rubbing at her sweet center for sexuality.
The oooh and ahhh's that fell upon the room as delicate petals were parted, revealing the purpose of thier existences, that most precious of flowers opening to reveal it' pale pink perfection, the scent of the flowing honeyed nectar, the sinful delight upon the small and cute face of this woman's raven. Caramel flesh trembled as the mistresses lover watched this erotic unfolding of such a wonderous treasure. A moan escpaing the mistresses lips as fingers were slid firmly and deeply in that exposed pussy.
Then slowly withdrawing to force them back in deeply into her body a few times until a sufficient fluid built up, only then would fingers slide free of thier naughty endevour, running the slickened flesh along the womans. Leavnig a trail of delighted excitement to shimmer like a serpants slither along her taught and trembling abdomen, no sooner had those fingers left her flesh than a pair of lips of the sweetest of her submissive slaves would replace them. To lap and clean her honey kissed skin with a silken glide of hot and wet tongue.
That caremel skinned lover of our beloved mistress would slide in and instead of tasting the remnants of such delicious teasing, would instead encircle her sex with plush and fully sweet tiers of her own. Moaning at the divine taste flowing like water from this godess of a woman borne to flesh. All three devouring and hungrilly serving thier mistress in whatever ways they could. Another pair caressing teh mistress' feet. Rubbing and massaging them lightly ising thier hands and bodies to best send trills of thrilling sensation through her flesh.
The words a breathless gasp, coming from the overworked and overheated mistress, lewd moans that beg and want for more calling out in sweet surrender to the erotic assault under which she was suffering such sweet, blissful torments. Naming them all as her lovers and playthings. Piccola, Elisia, Fanta, Sexydoll and of course the Raven. The ravenous and insatiable nymph of the house Sophia. The lewd and wanton one would giggle lightly a sound synonamous with sexual delights unheared of and uneblievably potent when applied tot eh sweet and sinful context of sweat slicked flesh and the cream ladden bed in which this modern day garden of nymphs did frolik,
The gasps and moans as various parts of feminine flesh would be pleasured. or lewdly ground to the mistress, to her bedclothes, the posts, or each other. The scene dissolving into a tableu of epic sluttishness. The hunger as palpable as the silk they were surrounded by, or the scent of mildly perfumed roses, and heated sex.
The moans and delights of the evening were only just begining to blossom into a flower of nearly indescribable tawdry beauty. The seen as Piccola would slide to her mistress' side and carefuly enfold her nipple with her sweet sultry lips. Suckling gently but insistently as a child might to she whom we all consider the "mother" of our way of life. And no sooner had the mistress Dianna began to enjoy this new sesation than the other breast would be held aloft by the soft and cool hands of her other pet Elissa.
As the scene of erotic tenderness began to unfold it was then that sweetest of moans would be heared as this womans raven, her slut slave in chief, the insatiable one, Sophia, would slide between her deliciously parted thighs and press the tip of tongue to her slit and trace in a slow winding path upwards toward the heaven of her pink pearl. Circling the soft nub of flesh with her tounge before pulling back long neough to giggle before diving back and sucking that clit into her lips. Moaning around it as teeth would gently massage and molest her swelling desires. Fingers that had allready teased her velvet folds would resume thier relentless pleasureable assault upon her pussy. Slipping first one nad then a second finger into her moistened heat.
The resounding cry of ultimate pleasure would echoe from wall bare of anything except the candles holders and the various attachments and toys that would suffice to provide ehr pets with the means to serve her in the way that only those truly devoted to one could accomplish. And if nothing else the trio of sisters were devoted. hands from both Piccola and Elissa would slip down their mistress' back to grip and pull apart her wonderful bottom cheeks as a fifth would enter the scene. Caramel skinned Sister, Okami, the devious little minx would slowly roll her hand over the shaft she wore in place to please her mistress. The lubrication glaeming on her hand and now the shaft. Sowly she would crawl over and lift her mistresses delicate and powerful form and move her just enough to slip beneath the writhing mistress. A single firm pull and thrust would have that toy impaled deeply into her rear cavern.
The mixtures of oral and finger stimulation to her sex, the girls suckling so gently upon her breasts. The penetration of her bottom, and the assorted household friends and memebers gathered around engaged in vigorous masturbation to the lewd and lovingly touching scene before them, all so overpowering. The whimpers and moans like A sonata of sexual deviance of the highest order as the mistresses flesh tensed in preperation for a stunning and powerful climax. A gush of her sweet nectar would greet the smallest of ehr pets eagerly exploring tongue, and from that honeypot of carnality did she drink and drink deeply. Moaning around ehr sex as she feasted upon sweetest release. The girls simultaneously winked and bit down firmly into thier mistress' flesh casuing the moan and gasp of release turn to a violent scream of untold and unfathomable orgasm. The flood would intesnify. too fast for little Sophia to drink it fast enough. The remnants of her cum smearing to her face and cheeks as sth msitress writhed and wildly slammed ehr self onto and off of that toy cock burried so lovingly inside her.
At last there was sielnce save for the gasping and panting of overheated lusts sated for the moment. The slow crackle of the flames as they tremble with the force of this satisfaction, and the hiss of fires quenched for the moment but still glowing in glorious embers along the flesh and in the hearts and loins of the gathered house Of Lady Dii.*
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
I listen to almost everything.
Movies:
Not really a hugfe fan of tv or movies.
Books:
I read a lot. have read probably a thousand books in my life. I know I know I am a geek.
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