A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Miss on 14-06-2011, 03:00:30</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 03:00:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x374/omgitsmiss/most_beautiful_beaches_14.jpg)<br><br>It was a small but beautiful island that said to posses mystical properties. Some said it healed them of ailments and disease. Others told tales of finding wealth there but the ones that didn't find their way back home never told any story.<br>A legend has it that under the waves and the glistening blue waters live women of beauty and old witches that inhabit the island. If you make a trek there, be weary and guard your soul for a devil lives there of untold powers, the most beautiful creatures, but most wicked. They lure young men and steal their youth.<br><br>The numbers of missing men had skyrocketed in the early 90's due to countless traveling to the island. It slowed down and continued to dwindle, only a missing person every couple years. Then completely stopped - current day.<br><br>____________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>It was nighttime, the moon flooded the sand making it glow. The tide was higher now that the moon was fuller. An old woman (http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x374/omgitsmiss/The_story_of_a_hundred_years_by_ennil.jpg) with wrinkles in her skin walked the beach. Her eyes told stories that were haunting, she had seen things most people hadn't. <br>There was something about her that seemed different, mysterious, almost translucent. She hummed a little song, some lullaby from years ago. <br>There weren't many people out now, tales scared them to their cabins just as the sun began to set. Those who stayed out were considered brave or foolish.<br>She saw a young couple kissing out in the waters, they were in no real danger as they were close to land but the young man who was swimming out further and further risked never coming back. <br><br>As she continued walking, closer to the waters edge she continued humming, her voice cracking a bit from age. Someone good at guessing would say she was in her eighties but someone would be shocked at how old she really was. The woman took off her headscarf and walked into the water, it was cool and felt good on her skin. She walked in, deeper and deeper until only her head was peeking from the ocean. She waited until she saw the couple leave. <br>A bit later she saw the young man on the beach sitting, watching the moon. <br><br>She was beautiful this night.<br><br>The old woman was screaming, flailing her arms around until no more was heard. The young man jumped up from sitting and quickly ran towards the screams, jumping in the water, swimming towards the old woman. He dove under the water, holding his breath tight.<br>As he came back up he then saw her, she was floating on top of the water, singing a song, no longer humming. <br><br>"Sweet coupled airs we sing. <br>No lonely seafarer <br>Holds clear of entering <br>Our green mirror"<br><br>It was an old song from years ago. She sang and he obeyed, coming to her side. She placed her lips to his as she sucked the life from him, leaving a skeleton in her wake. What came from the water was a now naked, beautiful, young, woman (http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x374/omgitsmiss/Ophelia__II_by_zemotion.jpg). A smirk was placed upon her face as she walked across the beach and it's sands, squishing her toes in it's warmth. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>peterhere</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 19:35:11</strong>
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				(http://www.google.no/imgres?imgurl=http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llu4vbyB5E1qglghho1_500.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://malemodelscrush.tumblr.com/post/5896163241&amp;usg=__t2wAg-zrbAp0Ute1ob76FrqzaEs=&amp;h=700&amp;w=500&amp;sz=103&amp;hl=no&amp;start=21&amp;zoom=1&amp;tbnid=G7cEYSrsdStBEM:&amp;tbnh=150&amp;tbnw=105&amp;ei=FZL3TY3_IoSq8AOH6YDQCw&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmale%2Bmodel%2Bsailor%26hl%3Dno%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D681%26tbm%3Disch&amp;itbs=1&amp;iact=rc&amp;dur=353&amp;page=2&amp;ndsp=21&amp;ved=1t:429,r:20,s:21&amp;tx=63&amp;ty=18&amp;biw=1280&amp;bih=681)<br>Mark had barley believed his own eyes when he first laid eyes on the beautiful island. As a sailor, he'd seen many pearls of the Caribbean ocean, but nothing had been close to this. The white beaches contrasting with cyan water alongside the shore. The crystal clear water licking it's way up in waves across the beaches. Palm trees buffering the line where the white sand turned into furtile green jungle. It was a shame that this was just another docking station for new supplies. The moment he laid eyes on this place, he knew he would return. Silently he promised himself that one day, he would buy land on this island.<br><br>After a hard day of unloading supplies in the raging Caribbean heat, the sailors were finally relived from their work. Tonight would be their first night off since they had left their homeport two months ago. And as the sun began to settle down on the horizon, most of the men had found their way to the beach. The sound of reggae rhythms filled the air as the closed in on the popular tourist beach. Dancing torches lead the way to the straw themed beach bars. A lot of people had gathered, most of them with a drink in their hand and a smile on their face. The heat of the day had not fully left the air, so shirts and long pants were unnecessary.<br><br>As the night grew old, and the sailors started to sway their way home, Mark decided to take a walk alongside the beach. A night like this, was to beautiful to go unappreciated, he thought. The moonlight shimmered against the calm water, illuminating the blinking stars of the night sky. The longer he strayed from the lights of the beach, the clearer the stars winked down on him. He had been warned by the local men about the stories. But Mark had never been a superstitious believer, and the credability didn't rise when coming from the tongue of drunk men. Having left his shoes at the bar, wandered closer to the water. Feeling the cool liquid lick up his toes and onto his foot. The sand began sticking to his bare feet as he continued his way alongside the unknown beach. Mark did find it strange that he was the only one walking the beach at this hour. But at this moment, he was happy for the solitude it gave him. Getting away from the stress of his life and letting his thoughts drift freely. It was something he hadn't done for ages. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 08:37:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">As she, better known to most as Valetta Elspeth, grew tired of sitting alone on the beach. Her name was given to her by an old friend, sirens weren't granted names, they just were. She longed for something human company. A man's touch, even a dance under the stars. She wasn't all bad, she just had to obey her mother and when the full moon every so many years came, she couldn't resist. Like a vampire drinking the blood of their prey. <br><br>She was born well over five hundred years ago and started to become wearisome of living forever. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She had lover after lover, only loving once. He grew old and wrinkled, growing suspicious of her beauty defying age. He had died, at the age of seventy five, she still looking like she was twenty three. She couldn't even remember her first victim. It was the same place though, that never changed. In the calm water before her, shrieking with the echoes of death.<br><br>When she saw him there, by himself she smiled. He was handsome and a sailor no doubt. Oh how many sailors she had taken the lives of for cruel fun when she was young. He looked as though he was in his twenties, young, strong, a sense of adventure filled him. Valetta, not being shy in the least, stood up from her spot on the sand, with her long black hair covering her chest and nothing below, walked over to the young man.<br>"Hello," She said in a gentle, almost intoxicating voice. "I'm Valetta." Her voice was what captured people, it was an essence all it's own. Rich and smooth like chocolate. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>peterhere</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 11:18:43</strong>
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				The young sailor wandered alongside the shore until the lights behind him faded out of sight. Darkness embraced him on each side, granting him the solitude he had been looking for.<br>Cold water flushed between his toes for each wave. The sounds of people vanished until only the weak sub tones were powerfull enough to reach him. And eventually, that sound faded as well. It was replaced by<br>the relaxing ocean waves, and silence in between. As he gazed forward into the darkness ahead, he noticed a figure suddenly appare in front of him. The form an curves revealing it to be the body of a woman. <br>Mark continued walking towards the shaded figure, as it seemed to be headed towards him as well. The way she moved was elegant, like she was sliding through the air towards him. A sensation of divinity filled him long <br>before he was able to see her body. When she spread her lips to speak, each word sounded like a song. The sound throbbing against his ears like in a dream. It was as if she spoke directly to his soul, and not to his body.<br>"Hello." he answered, supprised to be meeting someone out here in this abandoned beach. When she got closer to him, Mark's eyes slid down her body, noticing the beautiful body that had appeared in front of him. <br>"I'm Mark..." His voice seemed rough and raspy compared to her own. The contrast was so large that he almost did not want to speak again. He would degrade her voice by engaging it in conversation with his own. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 22:48:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">Valetta smiled at his slight embaresment. He was handsome, more-so then the man she had just swallowed whole, in an non literal sense. <br>"It's lovely to meet you, Mark. What brings you to my island?" She cared not if he knew of her origins, she just felt a longing urge for him. She had not been with a man in many moons for her skin as an older lady did not gain respect like the new young body before him.<br><br>She turned and watched the moon reflect in the sea, transforming it as a mirror, a mirror which held time for her. Time she no longer wished for. Her raven-like hair fell down her back, barely covering her lower back side. She had smooth porcelain skin, without blemish. Her body, slim, but still curvaceous. She had stolen that body so many years ago from a naive young girl, she was beautiful and her own mortality only added to the natural bliss of her new host. She could no longer remember what she was born as, a fish maybe or some kelp, who knew, only nature knew her true form. <br><br>When she turned back to the young man she smiled, sitting next to him in the warm sand. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song (Miss and peterhere)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>peterhere</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 00:59:37</strong>
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				Mark watched as the mysterious woman approached him. The moonlight reflecting against her raven black hair, making it shimmer like silver. There was something spellbinding about her voice, or the way she spoke. The young sailor couldn't put his finger on what it was. But he felt drawn to the woman. Not like one usually feel when attracted to the opposite sex. This was a different feeling. The feeling of being drawn into a whirlpool, by your own swimming hands. <br><br>He watched her as she sat next to him. It only felt natural to sit next to her, but he found himself sitting before even thinking the thought. "I'm traveling with a ship..." he began, with his imperfect voice. "We're docking her for tonight, leaving tomorrow at sunrise. You own this island?" he asked. Sounding hence fourth interested in her claim of this beautiful place. As she turned and smiled to him, he felt a relaxing chill draw down his back. Her very presence felt strange. Calming and relaxing his body, almost like a drug. He wanted to hear her speak again. He needed to keep her talking...
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