You're Making Me Hard (Transgirlenstein & Dhi)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Dhi on 17-10-2011, 17:30:15</h2>
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				Title: <strong>You're Making Me Hard (Transgirlenstein &amp; Dhi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 17:30:15</strong>
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				The sun was coming up over the mountains of Greece, the forested foothills that looked so traversable from a distance. The hills glistened with wet grass that swayed and released downy seeds into the breeze. Out there in the mountains, along the coast, on the islands, Greece was waking up. Some woke to the safety of their city-states, sheltered from the intimidating world out beyond. But many woke out here, in the roaming and verdant crags, where life was brutish, short, and for the amusement of humanity's betters- the gods, the monsters, the legends.<br><br>There was a perfect grazing pasture on the cliffside around the ruined Minoan shrine, but the shepherds no longer took their flocks near. A lone Roe deer grazed among the flowering pink bushes and half-dozen statues of sheep, very skittish. There was a predator out here. Its smell was both the musk of a snake and the scent of a woman. Animals knew that this place was dangerous.<br><br>Down under the ruined passages of the Minoan shrine, in a seaside cave that flooded symbolically with the tides and the phases of the moon, Myrrhina lay half-submerged in a shallow pool. Her expression was troubled by strange dreams, and the autumn-colored snakes of her hair writhed in her sleep. Her body, down to the waist, was tanned, olive-hued, and finely muscled to Greek ideal. But from hips down she became a snake, covered in fine scintillating scales that faded from rust to golden yellow to a creamy ivory along her underbelly. Along her back there were spots of poppy red, like little blossoms breaking up the monotony of her long, trailing coil.<br><br>Myrrhina awoke to sunlight filtered from above, into the lair where she had collected her pretty things. Her arms and the coil of her tail were cradled around the statue of a woman. The form of it and the weight of it were comforting, but the body was twisted, the face surprised and afraid. The stone her fingers traced was cold, and life would never again flow through it. With great care and the immense strength of her serpentine coil, she lifted the statue and set it aside. Today was another big empty day. Myrrhina sighed, and snatched down a diaphanous periwinkle veil to drape across the nudity of her damp breasts.<br><br>She slithered silkily from the luxury of her hot spring bath, and listened to the rustle of the grass aboveground. Still groggy and unfocused, she fetched her bow and went to claim a deer for breakfast.
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