Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary & TianaWayne)
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				Title: <strong>Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 00:53:19</strong>
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				(http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/memoirsofageisha/promotions/stamps/images/geisha_stamp05.jpg)<br><br>Ling still did not understand what had happened. She had been walking back from the market, her steps the small ones of her cultures woman, her makeup painstakingly applied that dawn. She was gorgeous, always appeared so, she never failed her family. They were not extraordinarily wealthy, but she sold her embroidery, adding the gorgeous designs to the fabric that made her own elaborate clothing, and selling even more to rich families who loved her delicate designs. Yet when she came home, there was a small chest filled with her best of robes, favorite hair jewelry, a jade necklace that one kind patron had bestowed upon her, and other small essentials. This chest was being carried by two burly swarthy men. Alarmed she raced forward as much as she could in her restricting outfit. Her mother caught her first, stopping her from attacking the men with her things. The men laughed as her father emerged. Her father had sold her...she would go with these men and she did not know where. <br>She was an ideal daughter, she knew several languages, languages she had learned from the merchants she dealt with, she was a beauty in their traditional cultural dress, and even without her makeup, her hair down past her bottom, and her body though a bit larger then many Chinese women in the breasts was gorgeous and her skin was said to be that of the moon. But, their king was not about to come and claim her, and no other in their country would be able to provide the handsome sum he was now being given to let these men take her to some distant nobleman. Ling was unique, unique for her beauty, her assets, her mind, her sweet demonor, and the dark jade eyes she was born with that were fabled throughout the land even beyond her skin.<br><br>She could not embarrass her family especially not in front of foreigners. She wanted to cry, to hide herself in her room, pray that this is all untrue and fades away. But her mother stepped away from her, the woman's chocolate eyes were watery. Even her father's stern mouth line had an softness to it. Straighting herself up, straightening her head up her soft ruby lips curled at the edges to fake a smile, and her natural long lashes lowered. "I understand Father. Thank you." She did not know what else to say. Straightening her shoulders the baby blue kimono woman bowed before rising and the pink cherry blossoms floated away from Ling's parents to follow after the men carrying her chest.<br><br>It was when she reached the boat she had wanted to run, but her Father was still following them. He would not get his money until she was safely on the boat and locked in her room. Her Father still cared for Ling, he was upset when he found out that she would have no one to chaperon her, but Ling understood the speech of the sailors, extraordinarily crude, but, they were terrified of their employer, they would love to...show her the paths of a woman, but they would not touch his property. <br><br>Ling did not do well on the ship. She always feared that the sailors would come and interfer with her. The ship's captain came at dawn and would walk her around the ship, but he refused to talk to her, and it was not till almost the end of their trip that she attempted to speak with him. She was not fighting her capture at the moment, she couldn't, she had been sold, it would bring the greatest of disrespect. But she knew to protect her mainden virtue, she was not sure what this lord wished of her, but she hoped it was her elegant stitchery. <br><br>They were approaching dock. She had not worn the elaborate white make up of her culture since the first month from shore, but today, knowing she might meet the man who had brought her all this way, she adorned the scarlet lip make up of her culture, and added the charcoal and powder that brought out her lovely jade eyes. She donned the jade kimono outfit, it was decorated with silver phoenixes throughout, and an lavender obi in circled her tiny waist, the jade brought out her eyes and her lowered hair looked so beautiful against the silver of the phoenixes and lavender of her obi belt. She did also dawn the black longer skirt that would cover her feet and pool about an inch around her when she stood still. This skirt went under her kimono robe to only appear at the bottom.<br><br>The captain came to retrieve her. But quickly she was led into an carrier. She would not be allowed to travel in the open to the lord. Instead two of the sailors took her off the boat, and the mile between the shore and his home. She was taken right down to a private quarters by another duo, never once leaving her keep. She could not see out there was only the door, and the cushion she sat upon gave her nothing to distract herself with. <br><br>The quarters that she was taken to were lush with travels of Europe, the Mediterranean, Africa, and Asia. She recognized many of the rugs of her culture, and screens blocking further areas with elaborate Chinese designs. An severant was there to escort her out. "Follow." He simply said. Walking away from her he led her to a simple room like she would have had at her home. White walls and a low window but when she looked out she was far above any ground. She would never be able to jump down and run. <br>Her chest had not been yet brought, but an short table was next to the mattress on the floor was an small meal and plenty of water for Ling. She looked for the servant to ask the questions that had been burning within her, but he was gone. She rushed to the door she now recognized but to her alarm she was locked inside the room. Terrified she was reduced to sitting by her table. She had no appetite, but she did nervously sip on the warm tea that was provided for her. <br>"Ancestors please help me...what is in store?" As she waited the helpless Ling hummed a pretty little song in her soft voice about the beautiful birds of her country, while she took her long raven hair and brushed it out with one of the flowery combs her hair had been decored with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 19:01:19</strong>
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				No one appeared that day. Neither did anyone appear the following day when the caravel began to sail. Soon, Ling would notice that she would have to face a long journey to his new unknown lord.<br><br>Hopefully, the journey was safe and no major incident happened. Just one sailor did when he fell to the sea close to Adis Adeba, Ethiopia. His ancestors were actually protecting her. No one in the caravel harassed Ling and although she was treated rudely, no one lacked respect. Finally, after more than three months, the ship had finally arrived at its destination - Granada, Spain.<br><br><div align="center">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/3057385938_dd820244f2.jpg)</div><br>In the harbour, many ships crowded with things brought from the several Spanish colonies. Animals, fruits, scents and colours that Ling had never seen. A completely different civilization. Now, she could understand what some travellers had told her - the world is not small place at all. This was just the beginning of Ling's new life. By now, she knew she would never see her family and friends again. Maybe, everything she had learned would be useless in this land. <br><br>The ship's captain came to her place and opened the door calmly. "Come now, you have arrived. Your Lord has been waiting for you for a long time", the sea man said ironically without too much enthusiasm. Ling thought that the captain was referring to the long journey.<br><br>The captain took Ling to outside the ship and walked with her to end of the harbour, which was as messy as a Chinese harbour. The fishermen had finished their work, but two caravels had just arrived - one from China and another from Caracas, both of them loaded with exotic merchandises. in the end of the harbour, the captain talked to a senior man who looked like the harbour's manager and Ling noticed the surprised reaction of the senior man: "Senor Cantalieri? Si, lo conosco!". Immediately, the man shouted and two servants appeared: "Take this lady to Senor Cantalieri! Now!" Senor Cantalieri was probably a very powerful man, since the mere reference to his name caused the senior man to lend his own private carriage, pulled by two dark stallions.<br><br>Some couple of hours later, the carriage arrived at the rich property of Senor Cantalieri - the place looked like a palace, decorated with arabescos and wood carvings, painted tiles. Everything very sophisticated but so different from China, Ling might have noticed. The small group dismounted the carriage and was comfortably seated in the varanda of the palace. The servants did not expect any visit, but they served orange juice and cakes to the guests.<br><br>By the end of the day, Senor Cantalieri arrived riding his horse - he was visiting a neighbour to discuss a potentially new business. The tall Senor Cantalieri entered the property and soon noticed the strangers in his varanda. Without rushing, he walked towards the group, approaching them as if he was not excited at all. Ling did not pay attention to the Senor Cantalieri's face, but she noticed the lord was covering his neck with one embroidered work she had done some years ago, using the traditional design of her family. She reminded having sold the embroidery work to a young traveller from Spain.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.hapmoore.com/images/may03/chinese-embroidery.jpg)</div><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 20:05:21</strong>
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				Never had see seen people react the way they did. The sailors had been tough the whole journey. Everyone seemed so intimated by the mere mention of a man's name. The name didn't seem to jog any emotions in here, she wondered if she should worry more. But before she could she was traveling towards the palace of the man that had requested her. <br>When the Lord came back to his home energy seemed to be filling her all over. She knew something was coming but never would she had imagined what would happen next....The scarf kept and held her attention without doubt. She had worked on that one for so very long, she couldn't believe that somewhere it still existed. She just barely remembered anything else that was happening around her. Her attention was focused. "孔雀和蓝色….蓝色…象他航行在…的海洋." (Peacocks and blue....blue...like the ocean he sailed on...) She couldn't move from what she saw. Almost every piece she made she remembered selling, she had put so much energy and time to her embroidery, how could she not? She was already walking towards him. Her chocolate eyes consumed with the embroidery, she couldn't remember anything else, she forgot that apparently she should be&nbsp; scared of this man. <br><br>"Where did you get my embroidery from?" She asked him. She suddenly took two steps back when she was but a mere step away from him. Her hands came back to eachother and were enveloped in the long wide fabric of her sleeves. She looked down to his feet and her gaze followed up his body to his face. She was shocked to have seen her work, she couldn't believe it was here before her. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 21:57:38</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri was shocked to see the oriental girl's reaction. He knew some Chinese but the way she spoke it, so fast, made it impossible for him to understand. Her eyes were nearly watering. And he had not said a single word! At the same time, there were other people in the varanda, watching everything. This was a bit uncomfortable for the powerful man.<br><br>When Ling reacted that way, the ship's captain almost instictively pulled her down to the chair strongly. Shortly after having done that, he looked at Senor Cantilieri and swallowed. That powerful man had asked him to go to China to find out a girl, had paid a fortune and obviously did not like the way he treated Ling. Senor Cantilieri's face shadowed momentarily until the ship's captain murmurred: "I am sorry for that, Senor!"<br><br>Senor Cantilieri nodded. He had to finish the transaction with the ship's captain but he was somehow dying to talk to the young oriental girl. He decided the ship's captain had to waited. Just as he had waited years to see that girl again.<br><br>After this small incident was solved, Senor Cantilieri turned again to Ling. In Chinese, the tall Spaniard replied: "镇定下来，小姐! 我倾斜了解当您快速时地讲话!" ("Calm down, young lady! I cant understand when you speak fast!"). It had been a long time, approximately two years, since he returned from his travel to the Far East. Clearly, the girl did not remember him although she had recognized the scarf he was wearing. Of course, Senor Cantilieri was probably just another customer among the many who bought embroidery from Ling.
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 23:00:41</strong>
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				Ling blushed and looked down again. She could not let this man so easily see her react. Her family would be so embarrassed she became emotional so easily at seeing her em brodiary. Stayed silent her eyes going to all the hours she had spent embroidering that piece. By the time she had finished she had not willingly planned to sell it. But, as always her family needed the money. It was small, Chinese were not going to buy such a small thing over her Kimonos she thought it would never sell. Then an sweet explorer had come, and purchased the piece. She had never bothered to look at anything but the back of his head. She remembered his voice though. It was that voice that was starting to call the back of her mind as the lord spoke to her in Chinese. <br><br>She switched to Spanish, she knew he knew the that language from his dealings with the ship's captain. "I apologize Sir. I did not mean to react so. Please forgive me." Her Spanish carried an accent that told it was not her primary language. They dealed most with Spanish traders coming for spices, but her father often dealt with the actual customer she dealed with the fabric until recently when her father had been too sick lately to work their stand. They wold be fine now with the money from the few pieces left behind, and the money from her sale.&nbsp; "I had thought I remembered the scarf you wore from somewhere. I apologize again Sir, you just remind me of..." Her voice trailed off. She sat down again and quieted herself. <br><br>She was trying hard to remember but she needed to ask this Senor. She was burning with questions, it was not her to normally step out of bounds. But....Who is he?, her mind mummered. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 15:49:35</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri ignored Ling then. He didnt pay attention to what she said about how the scarf had been made - he knew it, since he had bought it personally. By now, he wanted to end the negotiation with the ship's captain - he needed silence to close the deal. Even so, Ling did not stop speaking, forcing Senor Cantalieri to answer her coldly and rudely - had he made contrrily, the ship's captain could increase his price unreasonably: "平静下来; 镇定下来, young girl" (calm down).<br><br>Without looking at Ling's eyes, Senor Cantalieri placed his right hand on the captain's left shoulder and walked inside the mansion to his office. There, the two negotiated the price for the work.<br><br>"It seems she knows you, Senor", the captain said.<br><br>"I am not sure. I dont know her", Senor Cantalieri lied, since he knew the kind of people the captain was.<br><br>"Well, if she does not please you I can take her to anywhere else. I am sure she will be greatly appreciated", the captain laughed.<br><br>"If you do this, I will ask the king to send you to jail", the Spanish Lord calmly replied. The captain had heard stories and knew the rich man was not lying.<br><br>"I was just kidding. As I said, it was very difficult to get this lady. We need an additional payment, three hundred silver coins."<br><br>Senor Cantilieri raised an eyebrow. The deal was to pay more 100 silver coins. "You will have your 100 silver coins, nothing more. Look for the courts, we have an agreement!", the Spanish Lord replied calmy.<br><br>The discussion continued for about 2 hours. Senor Cantilieri agreed to pay more 50 silver coins and the ship's captain left under protest. It was night and the full moon was illuminating the varanda. Ling continued sitting there when the Spanish Lord came back. Now, she could see clearly the handsome, tall man coming to her.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.obsidianportal.com/uploads/images/40482/The_Spanish_Lord_by_atistatplay.jpg?1233950630)</div><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 22:37:26</strong>
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				<br>Ling blushed deeply again, but did not say a word further. She waited for the men to leave. But she was anxious. She had risen several times and paced the office. Being sold yet again did not sit well within her, even if she was going to always be sold to this man. Finally she had given in and stood in the corner looking out away from the palace. As time wore she began very softly humming an ancient Chinese song about plum blossoms. It was something while time slowly wore on.<br><em>(http://www.emusic.com/album/Various-Select-Classical-Chinese-Music-Vol-2-Plum-Blosso-MP3-Download/10916396.html (http://www.emusic.com/album/Various-Select-Classical-Chinese-Music-Vol-2-Plum-Blosso-MP3-Download/10916396.html) [Plum Blossom Melody, Track 1])</em><br><br>Ling heard his foot steps, heard Senor Cantillieri approaching but Ling watched him&nbsp; out of the corner of her eyes. She had been remembering as she hummed. She remembered the traveler that she had had a young woman crush on, this was before she became the major source of income for her family. When she had more time to dream, and she dreamed of a dashing traveler with endearing eyes, coming back to her and being forever hers....she hadn't known the traveler, just his gentle eyes, handsomeness, and that there was a piece of her with him in that scarf. She had never made a duplicate, the design never again was repeated, not even for her family on that same type of soft silk. <br><br>He looked familiar, that wasn't completely true, his voice, the way he spoke her language, that was familiar. It somehow seemed like ti held a hint of that voice the traveler had. She tried to look into his eyes, her humming slowly coming to a stop. She did not turn towards him, waited for what he was about to say. Either he would demand of her that she is now property, a maid to clean his privy, he could have bought her for him em brodiary, she would forever spend hours threading designs for his wealth. Her eyes even flew away and a blush crept up her neck at the idea that there was much more of an sensual purpose to her purchase. Slowly her eyes coming back to gaze at him from her corners, she knew deep down in, he was handsome, it could not be completely horrible to be under this man. But she could be so very wrong. <br><em><br>Why her? Who was this man? What was she here for?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 17:07:38</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri approached her slowly without saying a word and sat in front of her. He listened to her humming a peaceful song in an angelical tone. He could not believe her own father voluntereed to sell her - he expected the captain would need to use force to kidnap her. In those days, it seemed that women had less value in China in than animals. Although this could be correct in many occasions, Senor Cantilieiri thought this girl was an exception.<br><br>For at about 30 seconds, the man remained there without saying a word, just paying attention to the girl, examining her attitudes and behaviour. She was quite different from the talkative girl, who had taught him some Chinese when he had met her during a single day some years ago in his travel to the Far East.<br><br>"You are Ling, daughter of a trader in Macau, arent you? Doesn't your father sell dried meat to navigators", he asked in a bad Chinese. Although Senor Cantilieri could never forget the way she spoke and she smiled, he was trying to make sure she was the girls he had been looking for.
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 23:54:15</strong>
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				Ling gazed at him for a second longer before she answered. "I am who you speak of." She turned to face him completely. Her hand gentally rose then descended. "I am the daughter of Lok, the meat trader in Macau. And I am the one who embroidered the scarf you wear, Senor Cantilieri." Ling faced him. "You know who I am, and much about me apparently that you found me and have my work. What do I know of you, Senor?" She wanted him to say that he was the man who had danced on the edge of her dreams for all of these years. She wanted him to tell her he was the one she called, 梦想水手, <em>Dream Traveler. </em><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 17:36:47</strong>
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				Senor Cantalieri listened to every single word Ling said without changing his face's expression. The girl was very talkative - he had only asked whether she was the daughter of the trader in Macao. He placed the tip of his thumb in his mouth in a kind of silly reaction and removed it right after.<br><br>She wanted to know about him. How insolent! However, something was telling him that she would learn how to behave soon.<br><br>Still sitting on the chair in front of her, he spoke as calmly as before. "Good to know you remember my name although you do not seem to remember my face", he noticed as she knew his name. "I think you may have heard of it in the way from the ship to my property. To be quite honest, I did not expect you to remember it. My presence at your place apparently was not so relevant for you...", he finished adding in his thoughts "as it was for me".<br><br>"Are you hungry, Ling?", he questioned in the same volume and tone.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 19:07:18</strong>
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				She faced away from him still looking out, but her body clearly tensed at his comment. <em>He's not who I thought....梦想水手, this man could never be my Dream Traveler...</em> Her mind buzzed with these thoughts as she turned slowly to gaze at him. There was the hope in that he could have been her Dream Traveler, but it seemed she was wrong. <br><br>"No, gracis Senor." She declined his offer sadness touching her eyes for a moment as she looked at him. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 19:52:56</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri ignored her answer. "You need to eat something. I dont think you have eaten properly since you left Macao", he said clapping his hands to ask for his servants. An old Spanish lady entered and Senor Cantilieri told her to bring a grilled chicken for the two to have, together with some juices and wine.<br><br>The man was hiding his shyness. He did not know how to start a conversation with Ling. <br><br>"The scarf you mentioned. I actually bought it from your place some years ago. It is very elegant, There is nothing like that in Spain", the lord spoke calmly in Chinese. "I remember having bought this scarf from a talkative Chinese lady who ended up being a good teacher of the Chinese language for me. Do you remember some one like that at the place of your father?", he asked raising an eyebrow in the first sympathetic action towards Ling.
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:01:03</strong>
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				Her eyes got wide. "I only made this scarf once...." Ling blushed but there was an smile slowly forming on her lips. "I do not remember being talkative, Senor, but I remember an handsome kind man..." <em>who sent my heart on fire without even knowing it,</em> Ling's mind finished the thought, she burned up a bit more. "I remember him being very good at learning languages, and funny at that." She looked him over, he had aged. But, riches had been good even if they had changed his appearance slightly. "No one else in the world would have this scarf, I only made it once, and nothing else comes close to it that I have made it since."&nbsp; she stepped closer then blushed and turned away. "I remember a very handsome, sweet, funny young man." Ling repeated. "I never knew that man's name, there was no Chinese equivalent, and at the time I knew little Spanish....I must have been talkative, I always am, especially when I'm nervous. I apologize Senor."
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:54:10</strong>
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				The Spaniard continued to look at Ling while she was speaking. At the end, he smiled, recognizing the talkative Ling. It was her who had sold the scarf. It was her!<br><br>"This scarf cost me a lot of coins. I would never have paid so much money for it unless I thought it were worth. And I am definitively sure I paid a cheap price for what it brought me", he said in Spanish. "Dont you remember the whole day I spent in Macao, trying to buy it from you? You didnt want to sell it because it was something for your family, remember?"<br><br>Right after, the servants entered the varanda bringing the dinner. They lite the candles and prepared a table. The man stood up and tended to her, asking her to step ahead and seat in another chair. The servants would help them with the meal.
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:03:51</strong>
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				Ling blushed her heart suddenly filled with joy. She followed without paying much attention. She sat as she was told and watched him her heart pounding. He ahd found her. She had dreamed so many times that this would happen, but she enver imagined it would come true. "I'm sorry, Senor, I only remember trying hard to keep you at my stand." Ling blushed softly once more. Ling fiddled with her hair softly looking him over. Every word he said reconfirmed over and over this was him. Her Dream Traveler. "I never imagined you would have wanted to find me....I was just a silly...talkative...girl."
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:50:34</strong>
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				For the first time, Senor Cantilierie smiled, a timid smile, but a recognisable smile. He thought: "Of course I wanted to meet you. You cant even imagine how I longed for this occasion, Ling". The charming Ling, even after such a long journey, continued sitting in the chair where she had been since her arrival, frozen by the man's answer. <br><br>"Arent you joining me in the dinner? You said you were not hungry, but I am", the Spanish said in the same emotionless tone as before. "You can speak how much pleases you...over here", he pointed to a chair waiting for Ling. One behind the chair was waiting for the Chinese girl to come, so that he could accomodate her better. 
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 00:03:24</strong>
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				Ling rose and went to the chair he wished. She sat looking across from him. He kept on changing, her almost sweet man, then a more cool character. Ling sat where he told her, and looked him over again. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to keep you waiting." She eyed him her eyes water slightly before she blinked it away. She didn't know what she wanted to ask first. She didn't know what she wanted to say. Her body burned with questions. Sitting at the table with him Ling finally had something to say. "But, why? I was just a silly girl who showed some kindness to an very handsome&nbsp; traveler." Because I felt the same pull to&nbsp; you, as you do me....her might added what she refused to say. "You could have merely asked Senor, i would have always sent you whatever you demanded." Just like I sent my heart away with you in that scarf...these thoughts that carried after each sentence where driving Ling crazy. She still had that infatuation with him that had drove him crazy even though they had only spent a day together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 16:09:12</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri was skeptical about some words spoken by the talkative Ling. On the occasion they met, Ling seemed more interested in selling her embroidery work than becoming his friend or showing any kind of interest in the man - this is why he hired a group to bring her to Spain otherwise he would have gone there by himself.<br><br>Differently from Ling, Senor Cantilieiri was not talkative. He was always serious and did nopt behave differently in the public and private sphere. Maybe Ling could help him to change a bit, as she seemed to be so strikingly different from the Spanish lord. He began to eat as Ling did not seem to make the first move. "Bon appetit! Help yourself, young Ling!"<br><br>After Ling finished her speech, he said: "I was not interested in scarves, young Ling. But in the person with the hands who embroidered this scarf". For the first time, his eyes swiftly locked into hers and then went back to the dishes.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 19:16:56</strong>
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				Ling watched him wearily for several moments. She thought about this man that had taken her heart and now had her. Ling sat up as straight as possible, she was still not hungry. <br><br>"Senor, I think you should know, that the young Ling you were interested in all those years ago, is not the same today. And apparently neither is the man that that young woman dreamt about so many nights after he left." Ling shook her head, she seemed as if she was staring down at her hands, but she was still consumed with him in all ways. She watched him move nearly every motion he did mesmerizing her. <br><br>"Now that you have me, what do you want of me, Senor? More pieces, a dinner partner, someone to mealy to occupy your time with?" She demanded of him. For one thing, Ling had become a bit more direct in the time apart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 13:52:26</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri was surprised to see that Ling could not stop talking! Of course, this feature of her personality was striking, he could remember quite well the day he met her and how much she spoke and how she was glad to teach Chinese to foreigners. Even in a far away country, in a different culture, in an almost stranger`s house, she continued talking. He could not explain that, but he liked this.<br><br>"Young Ling, you have too many questions. Time is . For now, why dont you enjoy your meal? It is quite different from what you are used in China. We use spices from India here. Try it!", the man insisted in a kind way. <br><br>After some time, he continued. "I am not very sure why I brought you here, Ling. All I know is that the single day I met you was somehow marking. I could not stop thinking of you since then. I thought my ship would stop in Macao in the way back from Nagasaki, but a storm took us to Hanoi and I could not see you again." Those words would certainly provide some relief to Ling's anxiety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 18:54:33</strong>
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				Ling felt her heart skip a beat..he had wanted to come back to her...that could send woman's heart into overdrive. Ling was actually stunned by this revelation into a silence for a few moments.<br><br>Ling finally looked down at the food....it was so very different from what she was use to. Her eyes got wide. she had no clue what any of this was. She was usually brave, but food was not such an area, even some of the local delicacies Ling had never been able to swallow, she had a problem with strange food. She bit her bottom lip. and put a small something that looked like rice, something she was very use to on the plate infront of her, but she took one small bite and the spices made her not so sure she wanted much more. She never loved spicy food, and this was spicy but not. Shaking her head, Ling looked a bit lost...Ling lost me Ling had questions, that she wanted to talk..."Would I be able to cook for you?" It was an innocent enough question, but the softened tone of her voice compared to many of the others would catch even her attention. She thought about cooking for him, bring him special dishes, pouring tea just for him in delicate ceremony, Ling felt a light warmth color her cheeks, and a smile paint her lips. She liked the idea of something as simple as cooking for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 19:44:09</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri smiled as Ling finally showed some interest for the food - she would need food to recover herself after such a long journey. She would need to get used to a kind of food which was completely different from everything she had been used to so far. "Dont fear! Same food as in China, but different appearance. Try this chicken and pork. And this rice, whidh does not come together like in China", he explained. "Hurry up, before the food gets cold", he observed as a cold night wind began to blow from South.<br><br>The Spanish Lord continued to eat while he watched her first attempts, as Ling toyed with the different rice. "It is yellow, because it is cooked with a Spanish spice, called saffron, go agead", he insisted. It was good to see her discovering an entire new world. Just as he was some years ago when he went to the Far East.<br><br>Senor Cantilieri laughed when he heard the last of Ling's question. "Ling, I have not asked that captain to bring tyou from the other side of the world for you to cook for me. I mean, you can even try, but if you fail, this is not an issue. Now, focus on trying the dishes. You have many different in front of you", he added drinking a glass of orange juice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 05:48:47</strong>
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				Paella(http://carolscafe.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/2k9_paella.jpg)<br><br>Peaches with Red Wine(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2796640737_7565f07826.jpg)<br><br>Borrajas and Potatoes (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx96SHZ4UwY/SRLIk0NcpDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ezSJ-k8UGZ0/s400/borrajas.jpg) Samfaina(http://www.mediterranean-food-recipes.com/images/samfaina-catalan-rataouille-picture.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;Cocas (http://www.fornobravo.com/forum/attachments/25/6810d1209836885-cocas-imgp0969.jpg) <br><br>Pomegranate (http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-09/42528924.jpg) grapes (http://[url=http://www.cardullos.com/cheese-platter_WB.jpg]http://www.cardullos.com/cheese-platter_WB.jpg[/url]) <br><br>Ling obeyed, she placed some of the delicious jewels that decorated the inside of a pomegranate onto her plate, a few grapes, which delighted her with thier cool taste and she loved the feel when the were popped in her mouth. She cut a thin slice of something called cocas, the cheese was not horrible, she liked its salty taste, and she liked it's crisp texture. Ling tried paella but the spices were too much of her, she picked around much of the spicy rice finding mild hunks and eating the seafood and pork that consumed the dish. <br>Ling was a good girl, she had her vegtables too, she tried borrajas with potatoes, and samfaina. She found the texture of samfaina fun to eat, the juices popped all over her mouth, but the borrajas was so very salty that she could not manage to eat more then a few bites. <br>Finally there was one last thing she had not yet tried, peaches in red wine sauce..it looked beautiful...she wondered what it would look like dripping from between her fingers, dripping on the tip of his facial hair, caressing his lips. Ling wanted the succulent peaches but she was suddenly feeling hot, and no longer wanted food. But she was incredibly thirsty, she had been given water with lots of minty herb oil added, in the moment Ling was quickly drinking down a full glass of the liquid her breath easing as she finally slowed down and sipped half a glass more. She put the water down looked away from him...what was her purpose here...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 16:20:51</strong>
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				"Ling, I am really glad to see that you had a good meal. Your company was very pleasant to me tonight. You know that I still miss you, your talkative way, quite different from most Chinese women I met. I remember you was always talking sublime things, like the feathers of your mother's peackoc. I dont know why I cannot forget this kind of detail", he finished drinking a glass of water.<br>Senor Cantilieri clapped his hands and another servant came. "Ask the guitar players to come. I think our guest", he paused and looked charmingly at Ling", has never heard this kind of music." <br>Shortly after, two old men entered the room carrying guitars on their shoulders. "What do you want to listen, my Lord?", the oldest asked.<br>"I think you should asked the lady, which kind of musci she pleases more", the Spaniard said turning his head to Ling and waiting for an opinion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 19:17:00</strong>
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				Ling was still focused on what he had told her about missing her. She was focusing on&nbsp; that while he order the music. She was taken out of her revery when he asked her about the music. She didn't know much about music, so she just asked for something soft...<br><br>The guitarist played <em>Bésame mucho</em>, Ling smiled at the sound. She turned and looked at Senor, her heart fluttering<em>...he was sweet...and he had missed her...</em>She smiled her heart sighing. She turned her attention back to the music closing her eyes enjoyment. <br><br><br><br>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bésame_Mucho (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bésame_Mucho)<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 16:49:45</strong>
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				The guitarist only began to play after Senor Cantilieri nodded approving. Ling probably did not even notice that as the Spanish lord had authorised the two guitarists to play that folk song. <br><br>Senor Cantilieri stood up quietly and sat in a chair next to Ling. Leaning towards her left ear, he whispered not to spoil the performance: "Good choice, my dear. You have very good taste". He got back to his position and as the two finished, asked them to play more folk songs. <br><br>"Our guest must know more about our culture, as her stay will be long and happy. But just happy songs for tonight, please!", the Spanish lord said blinking at Ling. "We are a happy people, Ling. Believe me, you will like Spain!"<br><br>The guitarists began to play and sing for the couple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 02:58:02</strong>
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				Ling's ear burned, and her very fair skin became so very pink beneath, but she smiled widely her lips perfect around her smile. She turned towards him her eyes down gentally. "I look forward to finding out much of your people, Senor, I hope you will lead me quickly to becoming accustomed to your people." She smiled and turned back. after a few short moments her eyes closed again. Songs played, and there wasn't a one she did not love. Each was was beautiful and the strings pulled at her happily. She started to feel tired though, it had been so much in one day, her head was still filled with so many thoughts. She opened her eyes and looked to the moon above, she smiled before turning back to Senor. He had brought her here, he wanted her, the moon had now seen what the sun had all those months ago. These two beside eachother, and Ling's heart pounding faster then she ever thought should be appropriate for an Chinese woman, they were supposed to be composed, calm, and sweet. Nothing phasing, but he phased her in every way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 13:58:00</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri noticed Ling's eyelids becoming heavier. The fragile looking Chinese was probably tired after such a long journey across the ocean for the Lord... <br><br>It was time for the guitarists to stop. The Spanish man moved his hand asking the musicians to leave them alone. "Also, ask the other servants to have Ling's room ready for her!"<br><br>The Spaniard turned to Ling and stood up. "There will be lots of time for you to know this country", he said. "And myself", he thought, looking at her glimmering dark eyes. <br><br>"Now, you are tired", his lands landed on Ling's head and then took her delicate hands, without any malice. He pulled Ling from the chair and his righ arm embraced her left arm, just like a respectful man would do for a woman. "Let me take you to your room, which will be ready for you to relax."<br><br>At this time, a servant arrived in front of them and asked Ling to follow her. "I shall see you tomorrow, Ling. Sleep well!", Senor Cantilieri said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 17:07:43</strong>
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				Ling sadly agreed to follow the servant. She lingred to hold his hand as long as she could. She, gentally stroked his fingers till finally the servant had walked to far and she was removed from him. She still did not fully understand her purpose here, but she prayed that she could please him, and become close to him just as they were all that time ago on a single day. Her room was suitable, simple, and that pleased her. She had colorful fabric on a comfortable looking bed, a chest beside her own, and her eyes zeroed on the table with a small wash basin, and the onedoor opposite of where they had come in. She was pleased. She thanked the woman then went to her bed. <br><br>Ling meant to unpack, but she was so tired, her eyes could no longer stay awake. She could still feel his presence next to her and smell him. She took one deep breath before she fell back on the bed completely exhausted to a two or three hours after dawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 17:16:02</strong>
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				The following day, Senor Cantilieri did not expect Ling to wake up early and went riding in his property. Close to a stream, he stopped his horse and picked some vividly red wild roses and tied them in a bucket. Ling will like these flowers, he thought.<br><br>Around brunch time, the Spaniard returned to his mansion and went to his office to work, carrying the roses. They were smelling very good, differently from the ones raised in his gardens. After some time working with bureaucratic matters, he decides to go to the same varanda of the day before, in order to see whether Ling was there - he wanted to have brunch with her. <br><br>"Where is the Chinese Ling". he questions the servants. <br><br>"Still sleeping, Senor Cantilieri! Do you want that we wake her up?"<br><br>"No, dont do that. She is my guest and please her as you would please me, understood? I dont want to listen to any complaints. I want the best for her, the best room, the best food, the best entertainment, right?"<br><br>The two female servants look at each other as if asking themselver about the suitability of the room Ling was staying.<br><br>"Yes, Senor, we understood".<br><br>"Now you may go. Just let me know when Ling is awaken, please", he said returning to his office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 18:08:07</strong>
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				The servants were mistaken, Ling was very happy, and very awake. She had kept herself so buy since nearly three hours after dawn. She had been unpacking, changing and arranging herself through her own small mirror. She wore a jade pearl comb that held her hair up off her neck. Her black kimono was what she would consider a simple one, and it was not of her own, it was a rich indigo black, decorated with a round sphere of flowers and leaves, simply intricate beauty all around the edges, smooth crosses flowing back and forth, and also flowers in the bottom corner. It had shorter sleeves which allowed her much more room to work as she cleaned and organized all her things. It felt powerful to be doing something, and she enjoyed the sight of a clean room with several loose fabrics decorating here and there. The room was glorious in her opinion and she even had a chance to realize that there was also a window provided for her. She took the larger chest that had come with the room to place under the window for her to relax. It was getting late in the afternoon when hunger finally tinged at her, and Ling thought to open her door and emerge. <br><br>Ling did not know she was being watched. She was wondering around the home, looking for Senor, as well as taking in the glory of his home. She was use to being independent, and having her way, a particular set of activities she must accomplish each day. This lack of all of her strict schedules confused, exhilarated and left her empty. She needed something to do...<br><br>Ling had managed to find her way out, and was wondering about the small kitchen gardens. She tried not to be unnerved by the starring servants, she was watching them too very intently. They were not use to her and her them. It was a young girl with dark hair that first spoke to Ling and explained the various herbs in the garden she was weeding. This is were Ling happily spent her time with the girl assisting her in weeding the gardens. She was laughing as she answered the girl's, Rosa, Rosa's innocent questions about her, and Rosa answered Ling's own. They laughed as Rosa told stories about her brothers and the trouble they get into. <br><br><br><br>(http://www.joycemeckart.com/images/Kimono-TheFemininEarthEDIT.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 15:10:35</strong>
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				After Senor Cantilieri returned to his office, he began to work on his tasks. Mostly, he had to answer to letters to the managers of his properties in America - some of them were asking for guidance or money, while others were simply reporting how things were going on. His father had played an important role in Colombus' crew and for this reason, he had been awarded large plots of lands and silver mines. Nothing bad for a family which was not noble!<br><br>Senor Cantilieri finished his tasks a couple of hours later, stood up and look through the window. His eyes needed to relax after reading so much! To his surprise, Ling was chatting to one of his property' servants - he liked that as she seemed to be happy and feeling at home. Her home. Richly dressed for the standard of Spain, Ling did not seem to care about walking among the bushes. <br><br>The Spanish lord stayed there, leaning on the window and watching Ling for more than 20 minutes. He thought what was to come for him and Ling. His eyes were no longer focusing on reality but were seeing what he thought future with Ling would look like.<br><br>Senor Cantilieri noticed Ling waving to him. He smiled happily and waved back to Ling, who began to walk alone towards the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 17:10:23</strong>
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				Rosa finally had to leave to&nbsp; complete other chores, so Ling had continued to wonder, that was when she saw Senor up in the window of what she assumed was his office or bedroom. She smiled and waved happily, walking a bit closer till she was beneath the window. She was watching him from her perfect angle when an idea came to mind. She smiled up at him mischievously and left from her place under the window to find the kitchen.<br><br><br>When she had finally found the kitchen, she stopped to ask first if she could assist in the days chores, and then if it would be possible for a basket of food to be made so that her and the Senor could eat outside of the grounds for dinner, a picnic of sorts. The kitchen servants found her very very odd. It had already drifted through the grape vine that she was to be treated to the best. Pleased at whatever turn, it was the older cook who nodded and pointed over to the bread for the next day, and then she walked Ling over to the large vat of dough and demonstrated how it was to kneed the bread. "Are you sure...Señora del Este?" At first Ling was confused, she did not understand why she would be called, Señora del Este, then her brain kicked in and realized she was known as the Lady of the East by Senor's servants. She smiled. "I am sure, Señora. Thank you for allowing me to help, and assisting me in pleasing Senor Cantillieri. And you may call me Ling, Señora, you do not have to formally address me." The cook and Ling came to agreement, Ling would not formally address her, and the cook would do the same. The cook's name was Rey, she was a sweet older woman who was the grandmother of Rosa. Rey agreed to allow Ling down into the kitchen whenever she liked to help, as long as Ling was allowed to by the Senor. Ling did not like the idea of having to be allowed by Senor, but she understood their worry. So she agreed. Ling spent the day kneeding bread, and other various kitchen tasks. She got to assist in putting the basket together that she had asked for for the Spanish Lord's dinner. Rey was sweet and laughed when she noticed the flour that now flirted with areas of Ling's cloths despite the fact she had been wearing an apron. She sent Ling to change and after Ling had changed into a kimono of plain baby blue and intricate flowers, she came back to the kitchen to find her basket readied. She thanked Rey over and over, so pleased to have found the ways to be useful that day. She then waited with her basket for Senor to finish. A servant had been sent to tell him that Ling waited for him on the veranda when he had concluded his business for the day and wished to eat. <br><br>Ling sat waiting for him, a small scrap of fabric in her hands along with an inch long bronze needle and several shades of the red thread within her lap. The basket sat at her feet while she waited for her Spanish Lord to treat him to a picnic dinner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:19:37</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri thought that Ling would come to his office, but to his great surprise she did not. As he had some other small tasks to perform, the nobleman didnt pay attention that Ling came straight to the office. He waited for almost one hour and nothing happened. He grew impatient and went after her. In the meantime, one servant arrived and informed the Spanish lord that Ling was waiting for him in the varanda.<br><br>The man walked fast to the varanda - he had waited many years to be next to her. Why was it being so difficult to convey his feelings? In reality, he had never done that before. No bard had ever mentioned that saying love stuff was so difficult when it comes to real life!<br><br>When Senor Cantilieri arrived at the varanda, he saw Ling seating calmly, sewing something, as if nothign had happened. He could not believe she was smelling food! Enraged, he asks Ling:<br><br>"Dont tell me that the servants had made you cook?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:28:00</strong>
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				Ling laughed, "Of course not, I asked if I could, they wouldn't make me, they are too sweet. I asked to be allowed to help. I am not use to being idle, it was amazing to have something to keep my hands busy, your cook, Rey, taught me much more about Spanish food." She slipped her sewing into a pocket in her kimono. "But, we can tell eachother about our days, over dinner." She brought out a basket to Senor Cantilleri's sight. "They helped me come up with a picnic to treat you to. Please, say you will share this dinner with me. Please say that we can go out and enjoy dinner together." She smiled and rose with the basket to come and she bowed just before him then she rose and smiled widely at him. "Do not be mad, every day I am in the market, sewing or doing something to be productive for my family. Please, Senor, please let me assist, be productive to help in the running of your home." She put her hand on his chest sincerely begging of him to allow her to do something productively. "I simply can not lay down in the bed each day doing absolutely nothing." With her closing statement she became firm, she would not simply lay down and do nothing, not even for the man...the man she loved. <br><br>She stood firm, and looked at him the basket before her. "So will you come with me now, for a nice breakfast where I can finally learn about a man who came and left me so long ago, or are you going&nbsp; to sit there and fume because I assisted in the running of your household?" She challenged him, she turned and started to walk off the veranda towards the gardens and trees for their picnic. She turned to look back at him, and even though she had sounded annoyed with him, she smiled at him. She wanted him to come with her, she needed him to come with her. "Please come with me.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:46:17</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri was touched by Ling's words. He swallowed dry while she was explaining and tried to calm down - he had acted as a fool and did not know what to do next. Ling was just willing to please him, nothing more than that. His breath calmed down as her words in Spanish, spoken with a Chinese accent - he could recognize in her voice some of his own pronunciation - reached his ears. Her explanation was simple and true. More than that, the naturality of her reactions showed him that Ling was willing to be somehow special, caring for him.<br><br>Slowly, his face changed from enraged to happy and radiant. Ling was explaining her plans, confidently. Has she not even wondered that he could have any commitments for the afternoon? Has Anyway, her way and sincerity were so touching that Senor Cantilieri simply forgot everything. When she left and walked ahead, the Spanish Lord did not follow her immediately. He was still voiceless and actionless - he had simply lost the initiative in view of the charming Chinese girl. It was his duty to make it up!<br><br>The Spaniard ran after Ling in the garden and kindly took the basked from her delicate arms. "Listen, may I make a suggestion? I know a wonderful place for a picnic. Although it has been years since I have last been there, I believe it continue marvellous. Would you be interested?, Senor Cantilieri asked with such a joy in his eyes making almost impossible a negative answer. He wanted to share something with Ling for the first time - Ling's honest feeling had made Senor Cantilieri to feel himself more comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 21:15:43</strong>
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				Ling sighed a breath of relief when he agreed to come with her, and even wanted to sow her his own spot. She nodded excited, and took his hand and followed Senor Cantilieri to his own special place. She leaned up and on spur of the moment kissed his cheek. "Thank you Senor Cantilleri." Ling looked so much happier to see him such as this, the joy in his eyes reflected in her own, and though it was not often of her culture or nature to be so affectionate, he brought it out in her and she could not help but want to be near and touch her Spaniard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 15:25:48</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri took the lead and offered his free arm to conduct her to the mews. Another gesture of kindness to Ling. Soon, the Spaniard would reveal the gentleman of Ling's dreams. As Ling promptly accepted, he smiled in satisfaction.<br><br>When the couple arrived at the mews, the chariot of the Spanish Lord (https://www.1st-art-gallery.com/#) was not ready. Normally, he would ride his dark stallion and no one would care for the chariot. That occasion was different and he order the servants to stop everthing and clean the chariot immediately.<br><br>In the meantime, he took Ling to show his horses. Some of them were of ordinary size, but others were very big. He points one of these large horse (http://www.peninsulagalleries.com.au/images/Jarrett%20Brett%20Clydsdale%201.jpg) and orders his servant to put it in the chariot . He knew that Ling would be impressed with the massive size of these horses, which as far as he knew, did not exist in the Far East. "I have a lot of horses here. It is a kind of tradition that landlords have large herds to sell them to the army or to settlers in the New World. In my case, I dispatch all my horse to America.<br><br>"Ling, how was your first night here at Casa Roja?", he asked. "Oh sorry, I forgot to mention that my property is called Casa Roja because in the past there was a bloody battle here against the Muslims in 1492. But this belongs to past. No need to worry about them." He paused trying to go back to his original, pleasant topic. "Tell me how was your night? Did you enjoy your bed? Anything else you think can make it more comfortable? I want you to feel like", he pauses chosing carefully the words "at home". He looked at Ling waiting for the answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 21:54:57</strong>
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				She did not seem alarmed by the mention of a battle, she was comfortable with him that it payed her no mind for some battle some time ago. She was watching the horse had deemed for their ride, she knew she could never control such a creature, but she was impressed that he could She leaned against him, twirling her body against him as she leaned in to put her hand out for the horse to sniff before she could pet the front of his nose. She laughed gentally at the soft feel. "Beautiful, yes you are." She spoiled the horse with her affectionate words and touch. <br><br>"I am very comfortable, The bed is so soft, all of it is so different from China, so intriguing and exciting. I am enjoying myself here so much, and I love my window, I put the extra chest beneath my window so that I may sit and look out." She smiled and turned to him. "If it is not overly improper perhaps you could come and visit and see how I have added the few touches of home placed in my chest to brighten the room? It is not as simple as before, but I like simple and I still tried to maintain that." She smiled and pet another horse before she came back to him. Finally, the chariot was prepared, she smiled and waited for him to step in before she would follow. "Thank you so much Senor." She touched his hand lightly again before blushing again and smiling welcoming up to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 12:33:28</strong>
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				The heart of the Spanish Lord melted down when Ling touched his hand. She was talking about her personal style, about how she decorated her room, in such a short period of time. All those ideas came out of Ling originally and without any suggestion of interference from Senor Cantilieri - definitively, Ling was the right choice, he thought. However, when her hands touched him, everything changed. All those reactions he had felt before happened again. It was as if the world stopped around him. Was it on purpose? Was it unintentional? He swallowed dry and his eyes looked at hers in a way Ling had not seen before. For him, it was yet unclear whether Ling had the same thoughts about him. For him, Ling was still a girl to be conquered. For him, every care was necessary not to spoil his plans.<br><br>"Absolutely, I must go to your room to see how it is decorated. I am sure you Chinese do it in such a richly way that I will certainly ask you to do the same in our", Senor Cantilieri abruptly interrupted his words as his words betrayed him, anticipating what his intentions were, although he did not know whether Ling wanted. He tried to fix the sentence: "In our property", he said turning his head to the opposite direction, clearly embarrassed. When the servant came to say the chariot was clean, the Spaniard offered his arm to Ling and followed the servant towards outside the mews. Arriving there, as the steps of the chariot were a bit high in relation to the ground, Senor Cantilieri bowed and asked Ling whether he could help her to go up. When she nodded positively, the strong man gently held her waist and raised her effortlessly to the chariot. <br><br>"Is it comfortable, Ling?", he asked with a large smile following the first time he touched her delicate, lovely waist. "Now, take the basket please!", Senor Cantilieri handed it in to Ling and positioned himself next to Ling. Shortly after, the man too the reins and the chariot began to move ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 18:55:13</strong>
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				Ling had expected to receive his hand to step in, but he lifted her. She was breathless, smiling and blushing, it was not proper in public to be touched so in her country, but it had felt so good to have his touch. So extraordinarily good. He was looking at her, touching her, each and every advancement in the physical of their relationship no matter how minuscule made her feel so very good that she wanted to cry. he was sitting next to her, she could feel him there, smell him, nearly taste him, her eyes were filled with them. Her grip on the basket was tight, and then she was softly stroking the handle, she did not realise she was caressing it as she wanted to caress him. <br><br>"Very comfortable, Senor. Thank you." She touched his hand again, her fingers lingering for just a moment, she gentally seemed to stroke the top of his hand, she was slow to pull away. "You are very kind, I am...I am so happy....to have left my home, and come to a place that makes me feel so happy, so warm....I feel at..." She couldn't say at home, no that was much too bold, she couldn't. It was there on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't say it. "I feel at peace...thank you so much Senor." It was not appropriate but she had to do it. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She was blushing as she did so, her eyes sparkled with so many emotions, but she was smiling, she couldn't stop smiling. And to taste him on her lips, to feel the tingle from his skin, it was almost more then she could bear but she only wanted to bear more. <br><br>"Thank you." She repeated the phrase again, settling next to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 21:26:07</strong>
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				As the chariot moved ahead, the wind was blowing in Ling's and Cantilieri's faces. Soon, the unpleasant smell of the mews was replaced by a mix of flowers and bushes. The sun was peaking but it was not so hot. On the contrary, the wind was blowing a bit cool. Few clouds in the sky. It was a perfect Spring day in Spain. An idyllic landscape completed the picture.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/c/co/costi/832182_2_cows.jpg)</div><br>The happiness conveyed by Ling just made Senor Cantilieri happier. Her words did not hide her true feelings. She was not upset for being far away from home and she was getting used to her new place. Everything was running better than the Spanish Lord had ever dreamed. Their destiny seemed to be written in the stars. Together.<br><br>However, to the eyes of Senor Cantilieri, nothing could be better than the feeling of the touch of her lips on his cheek. Her rose lips touched his white, tanned skin, causing the man to shiver. There was no malice in the kiss, but eve so, it was able to ignite this reaction in the Spaniard. A swift, kind kiss. An innocent kiss. <br><br>At first, the man did not dare turn to Ling, since he himself had reddened. This did not last more than some seconds. After swallowing, Senor Cantilieri got the courage and turned his face to hers, slowing down the chariot. His eyes met hers. Once more. Nevertheless, this time, his eyes were not only happy. They were admiring Ling in a way she had never seen before. It was as if his eyes were kissing her. Every inch of her face. Then, of her neck. After, of her chest. In the end, of her entire body. After some seconds, his eyes turned to hers.<br><br>"I feared you would not get used to Spain. This doubt troubled my heart and made me delay our beginning", he said betraying his plans. The man was so happy that he wanted to tell her all he had thought about her, all he had dreamed about her.<br><br>The chariot finally arrived at the place Senor Cantilieri had thought for the picknick. He stopped the chariot and went to the opposite direction to help Ling to go out. As the delicate girl stood up in the chariot, Senor Cantilieri offered his hands to her, taking her waist gentally and bringing her down. It was amazing to see her pale body in his hands, going down, revealing details he had not yet paid attention to. His eyes could not lie. Had Ling any doubts about his intentions, were they all gone now.<br><br>"Here is the place. We will have a great time here. A time to know each other better. I hope we enjoy and make great use of this picnic".<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.propertywisebulgaria.com/showimage.php?img=kleptuza_velingrad_n_kapital.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 00:15:20</strong>
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				She watched his eyes as he touched her when he let her down. The Senor...wants...me..., Ling shivered happily and nervously at the thought. She finally moved away away from him, but she let their lingering time stay for as long as possible when he had helped her down from the charriot.<br><br>When she finally stepped away she was only smiles. She came around and finally released the space. She wondered over towards the lake smiling with indescribable pleasure. She finally wondered to a secluded soft area and without waiting much longer she fished the blanket from their picnic basket and layed it out. Then she patted beside her waiting for him...<br><br><br>Ling told him several times how beautiful the space was, she was falling in love with his home, and with Spain. She was in love with the Senor, it was almost painful to explain, but she did. She had brought out cheeses, fruits, breads, and wine for them to snack on for the moment, and still looking slightly nervous fed a few to Senor. "May I?" Smiling she brought it to her lips, and after a short while, she finally followed her fingers and took the initiative. She kissed Senor's lips sighing softly at the kiss of lips. It was feather light, not enough to lead just yet to them strewn across the blanket, but it could lead to the kisses that would. <br><br>She touched his cheek begging softly with her eyes and the softness of her lips for him to come to her to return this feather light kiss. When she finally moved back she started talking more nervously. "I am sorry Senor Cantilieri....I...I just had to...you had touched me...and...I just felt fire that has made me want to since..." She brought her fingers back to his lips with a slice of cheese upon bread again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 13:27:11</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri sat on the blanket, next to the picnic basket, and looked at Ling: "Hey, what are you doing? Why dont you seat here with me?". His both hands were pointing at hers, inviting her to join him on the blanket. It was so relaxing to see Ling seating with a wide smile. Soon, she began to say those sweet kind things that were to become her trademark - many compliments and much admiration!<br><br>On that occasion, Ling was so delicate and sublime to the eyes of Senor Cantilieri that he began to smile, something which was not quite usual. Maybe this is the reason for what was to come. Specially when Ling offered herself to feed him, the Spaniard opened a wide smile - no woman, even the most beautiful females in Spain, had seen his white teeth so clearly as Ling. While Senor Cantilieri was still watching Ling and smiling, she leaned towards him and kissed him.<br><br>A kiss. No, not really. The kiss.<br><br>The eyes of Senor Cantilieri froze, locking in Ling's. The man was somehow shocked as he expected to kiss Ling that afternoon, later during the sundown. For a moment, a very brief moment, he was actionless. All of sudden, joy invaded his mind and his toughts. He was indeed surprised with Ling's audacious move, but he liked it. To show her his happiness, he smiled. Again.<br><br>He bit the piece of cheese offered by Ling and spat it away. "No need of excuses Ling. You did what you felt. You did what I wanted to have done". Senor Cantilieri smiled once more as his head approached Ling's. His hands began to wrap her. First, the hands came under her delicate arms. Then, his hands touched her neck and began to caress her soft straight hair. Finally, his lips met hers. However, differently from Ling's kiss, which was shy and reticent, the Spaniard's kiss was strong, decisive, passionate. His lips caressed hers, just to open her mouth. His tongue touched the tip of Ling's, just to caress her, kissing her tongue passionately. Then, his tongue invaded her mouth, just to explore every corner, every side, above her tongue, below her tongue. His grip on her head was softening as he began to toy and caress her hair. <br><br>It was not only Ling's dreams coming true but also those of Senor Cantilieri.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 22:08:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;She was in a dream. She was seeing this unbelievable smile that took her breath away, she was shivering in belief of all the riches afforded her through his nature and the kiss that he gave her. Her breath was stolen, she was not as timid as she would normally be. Ling took a chance, she let the food drift from her hands and went to his chest to hold to his chest for strength. She moaned into the kiss at the first taste of him that she took from his mouth. She seemed to like his teeth, her tongue ran over him several times over, moaning in pleasure as she enjoyed his taste. <br><br><br>Her mind was swamped in pleasure but she tried to maintain some form of peace trying to be swallowed her joy and tried to breath, tried to come back to life outside of this kiss. She explored his mouth until finally she could no longer breath, she was so consumed in pleasure, at the every sensation that her tongue stole from the inner sanctum of his mouth. <br><br><br>Finally she was able to back away and regain her breath. It was clear that the Chinese woman had never been kissed like that before. She tried to find words and struggled with a few solid moments. Finally she was grinning from ear to ear when she could say something...."噢…哦我….驚奇…" She resulted back to her natural language first then she smiled putting a hand on each of her burning cheeks. "Amazing." She translated for him she did not know how good his Chinese still was. She was laughing but she was still warm and giggling. "I...I am not use to such kisses...I am not use to kisses." She found herself saying giggling. She looked at him and her eyes traced his lips the memory of his smile drifting into her thoughts and permanently sitting there. "I adore your smile..."<br><br>She brought her hands back to him and softly ran her hands down across his cheeks. She really did, and he enjoyed her kiss, he had wanted more from her. She felt a thrills still every inch of her body. She had never been happier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 13:42:07</strong>
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				The heart of Senor Cantilieri was flooding with happiness when Ling reacted positively to his kiss (http://bbs.chinadaily.com.cn/attachments/month_0704/kiss_skzhtHDDVnXl.jpg). His eyes closed and the Spaniard had the impression that the kiss would last forever. The change of emotions through the lips and tongue showed Ling was dying for him. The experienced, young man noticed that Ling was excited, trying to do her best, but she had never been kissed like that before. Before that kiss full of lust, Ling had probably only experienced kisses from relatives, perhaps a young boyfriend. Everything was showing that Ling could even be a virgin. This mere thought made Senor Cantilieri more excited.<br><br>After moving his lips away from hers, the Spaniard listen to her words. Now, her Velvet voice sounded more penetrating than before, every word was not listened by his heart, not by his ears. He thought about telling her not to say any word, just to enjoy the moment. However, this thought was gone swiftly - Ling's personality was talkative and that was her way of expressing her happiness. It would be rude for Ling to reprimand her happiness. Let the Chinese flower blossom naturally, Senor Cantilieri thought.<br><br>The strong man even considered to answer to the Chinese girl, but he gave up. Each one was reacting according to the own personality. As Ling finished, all Senor Cantilieri did was to move his lips again towards her and continue to kiss her with enthusiasm. This time, besides his tongue dancing inside her mouth, it invited Ling to enter his mouth, so that she could feel something more of him than the teeth. <br><br>Also, while the man's right hand continued to grip her neck, the left one slowly slid down her back, caressing it and massaging it until reaching the top of her butts. Accidentally, his forefinger found a cleavage and its tip slipped through that cleavage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 17:54:04</strong>
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				She whimpered in joy. She was so nervous from his touch across her neck and back and then she felt him drop into her cleavage. She whimpered louder in joy to the kiss. She pulled back for a short moment nervousness forming an simple ring around the passion that was within her eyes. "Senor....Cantilieri, Cantilieri I am sorry....but your touch...your touch just reaches too much of an flame. Cantilieri I am an innocent woman....I...I don't know how to react to you...to your touch." She whimpered. But Ling had never moved from his touch. She was still in his touch, she had not moved from it. <br><br>She had moved her gaze back down to his lips. "Cantilieri...you are not angry...that I am...that I am still innocent? I wouldn't know how to return the fire you are giving me." She didn't want to be away from him, she was still stroking his cheek softly, she was still pressing herself against him moaning softly. She did want to leave him, she moved back in till she was an breath away form his lips, the ring of nervous at her eyes dissolving as she could only think about returning to explore his mouth...explore his tongue, explore above it, explore past thouse pearly gates...take all of him into her...<br><br>Then Ling realized how badly she really did want this man, she wanted to explore the fire he seemed to instantly light within her, she wanted to take more then these tentative sips of him. She wanted to be bathed in all of him. So slowly she encouraged him to follow with a subtle push she had him lay down on the blanket till she could lay diagonally from his shoulders above him. Then she layed a simple kiss upon his lips. "If you are willing to teach me, I would like to learn how to return that fire." She took the courage to follow her body and she leaned in and kissed him once more. Once his lips were open for her she blossomed through them to tentatively stroke his tongue with her own, encouraging, begging, demanding from him all at once that he show her how it is that she could send him as inflame as she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 13:54:19</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri liked to know Ling's own confession about her maidenhood. Of course, the ship's captain had assured him that no man had ever penetrate Ling's pussy, but the captain's confidence was based on the report made by Ling's father, a man able to sell his own daughter to an unknown person. None of them could be trusted on as their past did not show any sign of reliability. Listening Ling was virgin from Ling's mouth was comforting and reassuring. More than that, the Spanish lord opened a wide smile - he would be the first one of this sublime, gorgeous creature!<br><br>Definitively, Ling did not know how much innocence was valued in Spain. Women were supposed to marry virgin in Spain - Senor Cantilieri did not know how it worked in China. "Do not worry about your innocence. There is a time for everything to go, and your time is approaching. My touch will help you to calm down and convey confidence. Use this to think about how to ignite fire in me but do not be nervous - this could spoil everything. The rest, I am sure that your own nature will make it wonderful and you will burn my heart, Ling", the strong man said tenderly while toying with her hairs, both arms wrapped around her neck. He wanted to make her confident, this was an important part of a good performance, he knew it. <br><br>After saying those words, the Spaniard noticed Ling was getting more beautiful to his eyes and Ling's eyes locked in his. Again, her dark, penetrating eyes were fucking him with pleasure, not the pleasure full of lust, but a sophisticated, refined pleasure, a pleasure full of innocence, a pleasure which was turning him one even more. Without knowing exactly how to do it, Ling was starting wonderfully well - this made Senor Cantilieri think about what was to come.<br><br>"Of course, I am willing to teach you. But let your instincts act freely, do not be shy. My body is yours just as yours is mine", the Spaniard added moving his lips towards her. Again, his tongue was about to invade her mouth at the same time his grip of her neck pulled her close gentally. His eyes closed when both lips met and his tongue entered her mouth and began to touch her front teeth, then the tip of her tongues. To show his masculinity, his tongue stroke hers strongly, making it move to the bottom of the mouth and massaging her top. He had never done that before as whores did not like kissing. In this regard, he was following his instincts as much as Ling was. <br><br>All of sudden, when his grip released and his hands slid on Ling's dark kimono,&nbsp; his tongue retreat into his own mouth. Before completely leaving Ling's mouth, the tongue gentally caressed the tip of her tongue, as if inviting the Chinese girl to follow his own tongue. Senor Cantilieri wanted to see if Ling had learned the lesson and how her instincts would behave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 18:58:52</strong>
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				Ling shivered beneath his kiss. It felt so good and so much at once. She was exasperated and struggling when he kissed her. She felt overloaded by all of the sensations at once. His tongue stole everything from her but gave so much back. But then he was retreating from her. Anxious she followed after him whimpering as he started to leave her. <br><br>Ling pressed herself against him bringing herself closer to him she took his arms and brought them lower about her waist so that she couldwrap her arms around his shoulders. Holing him this way she could hold him close to her. Her tongue reached out to explore his mouth. They filtered past his pearly gates and with a moan of desire she brought her tongue to caress against his within his mouth. Then slowly she began exploring his depths. She ran her tongue slowly across the back of his teeth. She ran them acrossthe upper and underside of his tongue, and a sweet low moan found it's way across her lips. Her eyes closed, her lips partedand her tongue deep within his own she softly ran her fingers down across chest, encouraging her hands to finally explore and find every area of pleasure she could. Her hands did know when she was reaching low on a man and refused to carry past waist line. Even if her fingers yearned to. <br><br>her chest moved against hers as she tried to rise, tried to rise up and towards his lips so that she could take more of his mouth for her exploration. Her fingers finally went up and tangled across his ears as if trying to coax him back into her mouth with and without her tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 17:11:00</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri also shivered when both lips met and he also shivered when Ling's tongue explored his own mouth. He was surprised to see that such an innocent girl could excite him so much - it was exciting to see the inexperienced young lady making efforts to look ardent! After each touch in a different corner of his mouth, his body shivered. It was delicious as her mouth tasted mint. No woman had ever cause these reactions to the strong man. <br><br>When both lips split momentarily, the Spanish Lord thought he should praise Ling. He did not expect that the Chinese girl would let her instincts act freely so fast and he was glad to see she had learned the lesson swiftly. The Spaniard pondered carefully and decided not to say anything. He was in control and Ling had no need to being stimulated more. Ling was evolving in a good way and no remarks should be done.<br><br>Romantically, Senor Cantilieri noticed Ling's lonely fingers close to his waistline at the same time her chest approached his body. Slowly, he moved his hands towards her and made his fingertips touch hers, while he continued to kiss her passionately. His own body shivered again at the mere touch of her soft, delicate fingertips. His own fingers crossed hers, so that his palms laid on hers (http://www.stockphotography.co.uk/Upload/Stock/Watermarked/29656.jpg). Then, Senor Cantilieri pulled her hands confidently backwards and landed hers on the top of his butts, releasing them slowly, so that the girl could. "Your body is mine, mine is yours", he muttered. <br><br>His hands went to Ling's back and he began to look for the ribbons and ties to undress the girl. Exploring the upper part of her back, Senor Cantilieri was thingking whether it would be appropriate to go so fast with the gracious flower of the East.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 20:35:07</strong>
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				Ling shivered at the movement he gave her. Her fingers trembled retreating for a moment to further up his back, but the more he kissed her, the easier it was to slowly bring her hands down and enjoy the soft clench she retrieved from his body. She slowly soothed her hands down across his body her hands trembling just slightly. She eased her hands slowly back and forth over and over, then smiling she breathed heavily and relaxed into his hands. She shivered when he found the fabric of her belt. <br><br>Ling was shivering. The belt came free and she was opened more for the touch. She had to release his bottom in order to show him how to open her body free from it's bindings. She brought his hand up to her shoulders and he could feel her slight trembling. She encouraged him to slide his hands into the neckline, sot that the kimono's outermost jacket fell slowly from her creamy pale shoulders. His words replayed over and over in her mind, lead to her trembling but at the same time she recognized how now she was how losing her dress. She shivered nervously. The clothing left her in a slim shift with short shoulder straps, and three more intricate fabrics tied around her waist reaching up to her breasts. <br><br>Ling leaned back breathing heavily. She in couraged him to lean down against her till the were allying down in the fabric of the blanket. Ling looked up at him, licking her lips in heady desire. She opened her lips leaving the kiss for just a moment to speak but she was speechless. She was nervous. She was nervous because she was so innocent, but she knew he had the right to take her innocence. He had paid for her...she was his. Something in the notion quickened her desire and she moaned softly against his lips her eyes closing and reopening a shade darker in the already dark eyes. Her hands came to wrap around the small of his back pulling him down against her as if it was the most natural thing that could happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 15:43:50</strong>
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				As Ling's hands explored his large back, covered just by a thin white shirt, Senor Cantilieri moaned loudly. He wanted to show Ling he was enjoying her touch, to make her loved one confident. He could feel the soft touch of Ling's hands trembling, which made his neck's hair to stand on the end because of&nbsp; excitement. Virgins are also rare to find and a man like him had never had such a pleasure - this is particularly more pleasant when taking the maidenhood comes with love.<br><br>When the Chinese girl stopped, Senor Cantilieri noticed she was inviting him to undress her. His first attempt had not been successful, since Ling's kimono was covered with so many bindings and ribbons that the Spanish Lord was afraid of damaging the delicate dress. To untie the belt was easy, but what was to come would be really a difficult task. At first, Senor Cantilieri hesitated, but right after, he found the whole process exciting - Ling's assistance guided him trembling, but he did not interpret that as an hesitation, but rather as just inexperience, an inexperience which would soon be gone. Every piece of garment falling made him smile. He felt like his ancestors when they discovered new lands due to the mystery involving Ling's body, always so discreetly dressed in a way which left a lot of room to imagination. <br><br>And imagination was something important in their story - Senor Cantilieri had dreamed long for that moment. There were legends about the skills of Chinese lovers and the whole way that Ling undressed herself confirmed them: it was so innocent and, at the same time, so seductive, so teasing. It is hard to explain in words. Maybe a better explanation is given by the reactions of Senor Cantilieri: always smiling, his breath speeded, his eyes widened, his body shivered. Just for the visual spectacle of seeing Ling undressing herself. The clothes still to undress in Ling's body left some room for his imagination.<br><br>For the first time, he was seeing the body of his beloved Ling. That moment will be in his toughts forever - Ling probably noticed his famine eyes devouring each inch of her pale body, which, after being freed from the kimono, revealed itself more curvaceous and voluptuous than Senor Cantilieri could have imagined. Her torned legs looked like the ones in a Greek sculpture, a sculpture of Diana. Her waist was graciously thin, highlighting her femininity. Her belly, still partially covered, was flat. Her round breasts, also under some garments, promised more surprises. Her neck invited him to take her with kisses.<br><br>It was exactly this Senor Cantilieri did when Ling paused. Her inviting lips were wet, her delicate scent was irresistible, her dark eyes were glimmering. But instead of kissing her lips, the Spaniard began to kiss her neck slowly. His tongue touched her neck at the same time he lowered his body over hers. The large man was sitting next to Ling and he made her to lean backwards to the ground. The man strongly laid Ling's head outside the blanket while he did not stop kissing, kicking and sucking her neck. His breath speeded as Ling shivered. In a diagonal position in relation to Ling, his kisses were approaching her mouth. Ling shivered showing her approval.<br><br>"Do not be afraid Ling. You are special and I will make this as special as you are", he calmly whispered in her left earlobe before biting it gentally and licking the lobe. No more words from now on. Just the language of love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 18:09:50</strong>
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				Ling couldn't speak coherently. She was gasping and breathing hard her nails were slowly scrapping against his back as he kissed her. She was shivering in the heavy want that was slowly ripping her body. Moaning she once more tried to speak but she was utterly speechless She shivered and slowly clawed with her ever increasing want. She was arching against him with all of her want. She breathed heavily her eyes wide as they could be glowing in dark heady desire that she didn't understand. <br><br>Ling felt small waves slowly conquer her body heightening her pleasure as he kissed her. His lips more then once found a delicate area on her neck and she would shiver and moan against him. She was holding him tight to her. Using his strength to keep her afloat in the sea that was washing over her. Her bit her ear which achieved wild gasps from her lips and she arched against him again, her entire body warm, warmer then she had ever imagined possible. Her precious innocent flower was weeping, she could feel the soft trickle and she whimpered again pushing against him moaning. She desperately wanted his hands to explore her, there was so many areas of her flesh needed his touch. Whimpering she starved for the taste of his flesh now it was a slow insatiable hunger within her. Whimpering against him one last time she pushed her body to him as fiercely as she could. She still could not form coherent words, he had drained it from her in the need of pleasure. <br><br>Sharpening her senses she could smell him, see ever ripple of heat effecting his body, she could see the desire in his eyes, she could feel every touch even more clearly. She strived to touch him one last time her desire near to incomparable. She struggled to find the confidence to take what she wanted, when she finally did she took Cantilieri's hands and brought them over her to her shoulders and then slightly lower. Just as she had done with her kimono only know she was thriving the need to have him touch her breasts was over bearing. <br><br>Her body unbearable with the pleasure surfacing over her through her and beyond her she put her hands to his face now and pulled his lips back to her own. Like an single survivor in an unbearable desert she kissed him, clenching her thirst in the extraordinary pleasure of his lips. Her own pillows swelled in the pleasure of his lips and she once more found the courage to press forward and pull his tongue once more into her own with nervous with her own over bearing desire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:34:01</strong>
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				Everything was perfect. A desert area of the countryside. The smell of countryside flowers. The pleasant sun of Spring. The cool wind from South. The melody of the wild birds. The beloved woman, the one he had waited for years to meet and have. His heart was full of happiness.<br><br>Senor Cantilieri had not only ignited a fire inside Ling, but also inside himself, since he had never felt like that before. His senses&nbsp; heightend and he could listen to her heart, beating faster, to her lungs inhaling and exhaling air, to the soft touch of her tongue. The whole world around them was narrowing down, while each one was becoming more relevant for the other. In the 20th century, some would blame the hormones for those reactions, but from a romantic point of view it was love. The good old love. <br><br>The Spanish Lord left Ling to take his hands to the breasts and caressed them while he continued to kiss her neck, slowly approaching her sensual, delicate lips. What wonderful breasts she had. Without the tyings, he wondered they would be much larger. Rudely, one of his hands tried to touch her bare breasts, under the clothes still left covering them: from the area between each breast, his hand penetrated a cleavage to the right and tried to remove it delicately. His fingertips touched her nipples, which revealed more clearly the excitment in her skin. The nipples were erect and the fingertip of his forefinger pressed it down. However, Senor Cantilieri could not remove the tyings alone and removed the hand.<br><br>The large Spanish straddled over Ling's waistline while he watched carefully her shivering and moaning. His both hands landed nest to her shoulder and he lowered his chest until it almost met Ling's breasts. His head followed his trunk without unlocking from Ling's dark glimmering eyes. She was full of passion, he could almost see through her soul. Without noticing, his lips touched hers, once more. Senor Cantilieri repeatedly bite her lower lips with a large smile. No kiss. Her body arched at each bite, shivering in pleasure, touching his chest above her breasts. It was so good to know that she was enjoying that moment, even more than he was. This brought such a confidence into the heart of the Spaniard to move ahead, without fearing spoiling anything. <br><br>After one minute toying with her lips, Senor Cantilieri leaned backwards and laid his butts on her flat belly, without putting any pressure on the girl's body, holding himself with his own hip muscles. Then, he rolled up his white loos shirt, revealing how strong his chest and belly (http://www.thecrackmagazine.com/docs/chest.jpg) were. To show off to her beloved Ling, he stretched his arms above his head, making all the muscles to bulge, from the 8 pack abs to the chest muscles. With his head, Senor Cantilieri used his nose to point to her breasts but said now word. He wanted to see whether she would repeat the same sexy, seductive moves she used to begin to undress herself. He wanted to see and touch her bare breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 06:51:08</strong>
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				Ling looked at him&nbsp; her body peaking in the insane pleasure she felt. She was gasping in heavy pleasure but she was striving to remain calm. That was thrown out the window when she saw his body. She whimpered and gasped her body tingling from her tiny toes to the top of her dark hair. She was shivering in the slow tendrils of want that was taking her. She was purring, she was anxious to grasp him and never let go. Breathing heavy she finally found the ourage she had long since needed. She saw his naked chest, and though desire flamed to new high levels within her, she also finally had ancient teachings click within her. <br><br>Ling took his hands and asked to allowed herself to use him for strength. She pulled herself from him whimpering as her hips hugged his thighs and wanton heady desire pulled her as her sex rolled beneath his. She soon was free from beneath him. She only knew one way to obey this, she could not be as bold as he was. So Ling began an intricate dance, while she felt boneless desire still conquered by the desire he had been exciting in her. <br><br>First she went behind him and slide off the rest of her clothing, looking over her shoulder to insure he was not peering at her (http://kimono.sighvogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/kimono_juban.jpg). Licking her scarlet lips nervously she undressed then took up the fabric of her clothing to wrap herself clumsily. She came up behind him careful to advert her eyes and kissed the area where back meet neck. He felt the softness of her covering his back with something and then the softness of her hand cover his eyes just slightly. She didn't realize her fingers were slipping apart and giving him seductive hinting glances at her body. Smooth pale curves, pristine and unmarred. It seemed as if not a ounce of fat marred her, but yet she was generous and soft. She seemed to smooth smoothly beside him, and he saw the long delicate line of a finger just covering her greatest secret, while her fingers did allow him a peak at the soft globes that were her breasts, and the hard dark rose nipples that had peaked to pleasure because of him. <br><br>She was able to slip back beneath him. Her naked body running smoothly against his. She paused for a second her breathing catching when she looked and saw sex under sex, it was so powerful and made her hunger so baldy. She swallowed hard enough he have heard the sound, and finished crawling beneath him. Then she covered her breasts with one hand and with her other she gentally nudged his shoulder to bring him down against her. If he looked he would notice that it was her kimono that framed his back, a small royal delicate robe. She took his head and gentally tried to bring him down to her, a small blush upon her cheek. She lifted herself slightly to kiss him but he was still just the tinest far away. "Please...please Senor....it...it is not appropriate to see ones body....it was wrong of me to look upon your body...please do not be angry....please....please I would like to to taste you again...please...please...I am sorry for looking upon your body...I should have properly clothed you before." Her voice sounded weak, she wanted him, she was thick with desire, but the fact that he had wanted to see her naked, and she had saw him half so conflicted with her culture's teachings of a proper woman. Duty said she must pleasure him, but duty also said that she must not show him her body, it would be offensive because it could never visually please enough. <br><br>Ling looked completely honest also. she had never performed so with someone before, and the instruction she had been given was that it would be wrong to ever see a man's body. It would be wrong for them to see eachother naked, it was not proper according to her teachings. But it had been obvious from the looks she had given his naked chest that she thrived when she looked at him. But Ling did not want to offend Senor Cantilieri, and the shy Ling returned trying to bring his half naked body to her own nude one so that he could cover her, and they could continue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 21:27:22</strong>
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				Seated on his hips, Senor Cantilieri watched Ling to undress herself. Such an ordinary action was not intended to be sexy, but the fire inside the Spaniard made every single tought particularly exciting. Her body was indeed like the one of Venus de Millo - no fat, no scarf, no marks, no sin... Ling was perfect, the ultimate female specimen. Better than that, she belonged to him. Even better than that, Ling loved him! After some time, his eyes were no longer glarinng at Ling's body without any orientation as if they were willing to eat her alive - his eyes soon learned that instinctively Ling's fingers were showing every inch of her curvacious body while she was undressing herself. The Spaniard patted his eyelids to gaze better. Ling was touching her breasts, her neck, her hips, her belly, her arms, her butts, her chin, her hips, showing the merchandise that Senor Cantilieri had acquired. It was a spectacle which could be performed in a ballet, if ballerinas existed in those days. The touching lasted some time which never seemed to end and were enough to make his shaft grow without any physical contact.<br><br>Before Ling finished, Senor Cantilieri undressed his trouser and underwear. He felt that Ling was willing to come back to under him. But he did not want her exhibition to be over. That private voyeur session was pleasing him so much. He began to swallow dry and his had to bat his eyelids repeatedly to keep the focus as his pupils were rapidly expanding. When the Chinese girl was done, she came back and approached him. First, she was not smiling, but was somehow confident, somehow radiant. Shortly later, her face changed, transpiring shame and anxiety. What could have happened in such a short lapse of time?<br><br>Senor Cantilieri noticed Ling was hesitating again when she began to apologise. Again, she was saying words which should not have been said. No apologies were due at all, he thought. Although the Spanish Lord tried to figure out why Ling was reacting that way, probably a cultural matter, he smiled understandingly and listened to her with attention. When the Spaniard considered it was enough, he kindly moved his forefinger of the right hand to lay on her lips as if asking her to stay quiet. Senor Cantilieri did not want to say anything, but he had to, otherwise Ling could think his action was a repproval to her words. With his bright eyes looking at hers, the strong man reminded:<br><br>"Remember, my beloved Ling: your body is mine, mine is yours". After a brief pause, he added meaning to be clearer. "This means you can see, touch and have me the way you want. And that I can do the same to you". <br><br>The large man winked, removing the forefinger from Ling's lips, leaning his body towards her and biting her lower lips. His hands soon were holding the girl's waistline passionately, landing her safely on the blanket. His trunk lowered itself and his hands landed next to Ling's breasts on the ground. His sex was close to hers as his knees were straddling on her waistline. His eyes closed and his breath speeded together with his heart beats. He approached his body more, his large shaft landed on her groin. His tongue slowly entered the girl's mouth and began to massage the top of it. His body shivered at the mere thought of what was to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 07:44:07</strong>
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				Ling was not convinced by his own little speech she looked down as he kissed her but at first she could not stop him. She responded, she returned his kiss. She reciprocated the ever growing heat that he caused to transpire within her. But, soon her culture's very conservative ways riddled with her mind. He felt his sex upon hers and she jumped. She jumped beneath him the previous claiming pulls of her nails now an nervous touch that was trembling above him.<br><br><br>He was about to claim her. Claim her as only a husband or an owner could...weren't they one in the same? Her hand came around to lightly brush his cheek and her chest rose and fell in quick breaths that exposed her anxiety. She pulled herself finally back from his kiss despite overwhelming pleasure. "Senor! Senor!" She finally managed gasping for breath. She shook her head side to side a tear coming to roll from her eye. <br><br><br>Suddenly, it felt as if everything was there. There standing in her throat, blocking any words she wanted to say. Tears sat like precious crystals at the corners of her eyes as she pulled herself sharply from him. She strove for her kimono again and covered her body from his view as she quickly walked off of the blanket babbling something but making no sense. <br><br>"I was sold...I...I...I found the one man I had dreamed of....我出售。西班牙。他。月亮情人。" She started speak quickly in her own language. She twirled and stepped, each time the light grasp she had on her kimono and the lack of binding she had placed when she pulled it over her like a robe, exposed tantalizing flashes of creamy leg, soft curve of her feminine mound, the gentle slope of her breast, give the barest of glimpses of the rose of her nipple. This dance was not purposeful, just lack of awareness as her mind filled and her emotions became turbulent. She looked like a lost young woman that she still was inside. She finally folded onto the ground. <br><br>"你住。你住。您正在浏览。血液。实力。气味。身体。思想。" She said it looking at the ground not at him but then she looked up. "爱." She said at first, then she blushed quickly and looked away. When she bit her bottom lip she mummered again. "心脏. 爱. You've had my heart from afar for so long...now your here...and....and you are here...in my arms...rather I am in yours...and...and we....you are...you are as a dragon." She said her cheeks flaming as her eyes grazed down his majestic body despite her wishes. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>我出售。西班牙。他。月亮情人。- I was sold. Spain. Him. Moon Lover.<br><br><br>你住。你住。您正在浏览。血液。实力。气味。身体。思想。 -&nbsp; You live. You live. You are here. Blood. Strength. Scent. Body. Mind.<br><br><br>心脏。 - Heart<br><br><br>爱 - Love<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 19:57:17</strong>
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				The romantic Spaniard was somehow surprised with Ling's reaction. His words had not operated as expected. No effect at all. He felt Ling was hesitating, even fearing something. The unknown? A new approach to her was necessary, he had to help her beloved one to overcome her ghosts, to free herself from whatever was restraining her from knowing how sincerely he desired her. <br><br>That situation required from the Spanish Lord to behave in a mature fashion. He could not anger, he could not show dissatisfaction, he could not show lack of confidence. The Alpha man inside him raised his eyes calmly, converying Ling he knew what was going on although deep inside he had just clues, no certainties at all. He should not smile otherwise she could misinterpret him - she could feel humiliated. Senor Cantilieri stayed where he was, covering the bare parts of his body with his clothes without worrying about dressing himself. He was just listening to her confused words, expressing her deepest feelings.<br><br>Actually, Senor Cantilieri did not expect such reaction from Ling - after all, he had assured Ling repeatedly that his love was genuine and at the same time, he recognised true affection in her dark eyes. More than that, Ling seemed to behave so well, showing intense desire to serve his wishes. What was wrong then? The diagnosis was a necessary step not to hurt Ling and not to spoil what Senor Cantilitieri intended to be a long-standing relationship.<br><br>Her words were the epitome of her feelings. Contradiction, indecision, some fear, all this was between the lines of what Ling was confusingly saying. Yes, the talkative girl was not being straight, but she said what her feelings were like. This was causing Ling's unexpected move. However, her words alone were not the single clue available to the Spaniard. Her body language was telling more than her words, somehow confirming and detailing what he had in mind. She curled herself in a defensive way, covering her naked parts with her kimono. This action was not angry, but conveyed the feeling she could be considering herself guilty about something. Maybe she was facing a dillema, something that the short period of time together with the Spanish Lord could not yet heal or tackle.<br><br>The Spaniard decided he should no longer wait. He spoted some yellow countryside flowers &nbsp;(http://www.computer-wallpaper-backgrounds.com/wallpaper/1680x1050/flowers-meadows/countryside-flower-meadow.jpg)close to the cloth and picked up some of them, trying to remove all the thorns from them. No word should be spoken. His eyes crossed Ling's several times while he was taking the flowers, showing he was attentive to her words and feelings. Yes, Senor Cantilieri really cared about thar delicate Chinese girl. After he managed to prepare a bucket of flowers, he raised his large body, whose chest was still bare, and walked calmly towards Ling, who continued to speak confunsingly. Now words at all. The Spanish Lord spotted some uncovered parts of her body and asked with his eyes if he could help. As Ling nodded, the hands of the Spaniard took her kimono and other ribbons and other tyings, making an effort to cover most of her body. Then, he handed the flowers to Ling. <br><br>"Time is our ally. I want you good. Let's enjoy our meal.", he said with comprehenshive eyes holding her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:29:15</strong>
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				She was staring at&nbsp; him. Her want was returning, bu there he was...there he was comforting her and bring her the peace she needed. He had her hands, b ut she wanted to place her body into his arms and feel peace once more. She took his gift but had still been staring at his hands, the very hands that had just shielded her from his view rather then expose her. She leaned down to smell the flowers, a small smile coming to her lips, and then she moved and instead of merely contenting herself with his hands, she pressed herself and the flowers against his chest. She lightly kissed his chin closing her eyes for a few brief moments. <br><br>She didn't say anything but, she did not futher rebuke him. She actually encouraged him to hold her hips and keep them back to chest, until they were upon the blanket. There upon the blanket she prepared the meal for him, and brought the first morsel of the bread that she had learned that day to prepare to his lips. Then smiling with eyes glittering with light and happiness she kissed his lips gentally, trying hard to restrain herself. Despite how ell thought out, and inviting her pleasure was to take him or rather have him take her...she was scared, and the situation was still overpowering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 17:56:28</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri interpreted what that kiss meant. It was at the same time an excuse and an invitation. An excuse for the interruption in the intercourse caused by Ling, his beloved one. It was also a unspoken invitation for him to continue what he was doing. The young girl should not worry about returning to the Spaniard`s arms, since he was lost in love with her and would never hurt her feelings. The gentleman inside Senor Cantilieri pondered about how to solve this paradox and decided to be cautious. He knew that was a delicate situation for a maiden but all the time and money and were at their disposal, so there was no need of rushing anything.<br><br>This is why Senor Cantilieri did not take any initiative to restart to make love. At first, the strong man had rushed as love was burning inside his chest although he could not see the flames. Why should he wait to become himself the beloved one when Ling was there, in front of him, flesh and blood, almost begging to be claimed. The Spanish Lord was romantic, but idealism was not necessarily part of Romanticism - romance required flesh and blood, mixture of liquids, feeling the warmth of the other. He had done everything right in his personal perspective even though Ling hesitated - he wrongly assumed Ling was going through the same feelings, the same way he was. Perhaps, the Chinese girl nourished the same feelings, but the way she saw love blossoming was slightly different. <br><br>The Spanish Lord patiently and comprehensively watched Ling looking after the food and serving him. Smiling all the time, Senor Cantilieri saw beauty in every single delicate move she did. Her breasts going up and down fast, showing she was still nervous due to the fast pace of her breath. Come on, Ling, cool down! Another move. The Spanish Lord decided to kneel next to her and help the Chinese lady in the preparation of the food. When she offered the morsel of bread, Senor noticed her approaching and surrendered her lips to her - she should kiss him, she should begin to explore his body, which belonged to her. It was a sign from the Spanish womanizer to the reluctant Ling. The strong man took a knife from her hand, his hand touched hers. His eyes locked. Passion heated their bodies even with the mere contact. For a second, he wanted to kiss her with passion. The eyes, the breath, everything conspiring for a hot kiss. Nevertheless, he refrained from being audacious otherwise everything could be spoiled. Ling should slowly melt down, consumed by desire. Senor Cantilieri breathed deeply and refrained from being more aggressive towards Ling. The wide open smile revealed his white teeth, so Ling had no doubts about his good intentions. He wanted Ling to be his wife.<br><br>While both were close to each other, the view of her semblance made him remember a Portuguese poem by a famous bard, Camoes. Looking at her eyes, without thinking, Senor Cantilieri revealed another part of himself, by reciting a short poem to his future consort:<br><br><em>When I behold you, Lady! when my eyes<br>Dwell on the deep enjoyment of your sight,<br>I give my spirit to that one delight,<br>And earth appears to me a Paradise.<br>And when I hear you speak, and see you smile,<br>Full satisfied, absorb'd, my centr'd mind<br>Deems all the world's vain hopes and joys the while<br>As empty as the unsubstantial wind.<br>Lady! I feel your charms, yet dare not raise<br>To that high theme the unequal song of praise,--<br>A power for that to language was not given;<br>Nor marvel I, when I those beauties view,<br>Lady! that He, whose power created you,<br>Could form the stars and yonder glorious heaven.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:47:16</strong>
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				Ling was in the mist of feeding him when he began to recite. Instantly she recognized that this came from someone, she wondered if it was from him. She stood with her mouth open in shock, she couldn't believe what he had said to her. She blushed fiercely then smiled nearly from ear to ear. It seemed his voice relaxed her greatly because she seemed to relax her shoulders and even ease into an more relaxed postion thanks to what he had said to her. <br><br><br><br><br>She alternated feeding him, then her, but, her stomach was still full of butterflies and she did not each much. She still knew very well what could happen between them any second, she wondered if it would, and she recognized how badly she wished him.&nbsp; Then she began to hum an song that was popular within her family, (http://ringtones.thumbplay.com/Ancient+Chinese+Song-ringtones) she hummed it softly as she brought her hands up and caressed his body slowly, slowly rising then taking his hand to encourage him to stand and walk along the areas edge with her as she hummed softly feeling her heart the entire time beat a second step as her tiny steps, and light grace seemed to be stepping among clouds towards their destination. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 15:27:18</strong>
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				"I hope you had liked the poem. It was written by a Portuguese man, Luis vaz de Camoes", Senor Cantilieri paused and spat on the ground to show disgusting. "However, I like it very much!", he added smiling. Ling should not think he was a Barbarian - he had to behave as a civilized gentleman and this is why he smile after spating. After that, he helped also Ling with her needs, although she was clearly upset with that - probably because she thought that a woman condition would be to serve his man rather than being served. The Spanish Lord tried to follow her orders although the Chinese girl was not comfortable at all with that situation.<br><br>Some minutes later, Senor Cantilieri automatically understood what her beloved woman wanted when her hands touched his. Ling wanted to explore the beautiful region in his arms. It was quite wild yet, so this would be a good opportunity for her - she would hardly come here by herself and on that occasion, the strong Spaniard would definitively protect her against all the dangers, including&nbsp; the wild boars and lynx which populated that part of his state. On the other hand, his darkest, wildest thoughts suggested that maybe the girl just wished to find another location, where they could continue from where the couple stopped - it would not be a good omen to continue from that area, he agreed with her.<br><br>The large man stood up and took her hands gentally. "Now we are fed, let me take you to get to know this area. It is wonderful. In the past, I used to hunt wild boars here, but I heard they moved farther. Now, there are some wild lynx here, my dear Ling", he explained gazing her eyes in a lovely way, with the same wide smile in his face. The strong Spaniard then wrapped his left arm on Ling's right arm and pulled her closer, to make her feel safer - she could be afraid of that creatures. "Don't be afraid, I am here to protect you", he said confidently while his other hand touched the seathe where his dagger was, close to his waist. <br><br>"I think though you will be most interested in the flowers of this part of the countryside. The saffron is abundant, there are some red roses, and if you look at the treetops, you can spot some orchids!" The Spaniard was walking away from the lake and then, he turned a small hilltop. He was conducting her to a very special place, which she deserve to know: &nbsp;an open field covered with saffron (http://image50.webshots.com/50/6/69/40/435766940wcwZoE_fs.jpg). The combination of the yellow ground and the blue sky was pure poetry. <br><br>"Have you ever seen something like that in China, my dear Ling?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 21:19:26</strong>
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				She wasn't scared, first because she was with him, secondly because she just was not accustomed to these surroundings. It was hard to be afraid of it, when she didn't know what it was. At least for her. Another woman may have, but she just couldn't be. But, she always listened to him intently, finding nothing he did or said flawed. <br><br><br>"No, Senor." She smiled looking out. She smiled, it was sensationally beautiful in her eyes. She smiled far and wide, before looking back up upon him with an slowly growing smile. She walked with him all the way up the hill, then turned around and around as her wide gown twirled in reaction to her destination. She looked like a child in a candy store. And when she came resting at her knees she stared in internal happiness of what she saw she sighed smelling the flowers for a few long moments, enjoying the current location to the depths of her bones. She took in a few more times, the opportunity to enjoy this for a few moments longer. Then she grinned wickedly at him, "Cantilieri, could we possible ride through your land? Would the horses be ok to ride?" She asked softly rising back up and coming close to her love. She wrapped her fingers around his and brought his palm ot her to kiss gentally. "You could protect me I'm sure." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:32:34</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri was glad to see how Ling was delighted with the landscape. He was too sentimental those days and he could not avoid dropping a tear from his eyes. Afraid of disclosing that part of his feelings to her beloved one, he turned the head away from her momentarily, sniffed to hide the tears and looked at the horizon. Indeed, the sun reflecting on the yellow fields was producing an unique view, even for Senor Cantilieri who had grown up in that region... or would that be his company the cause of seeing that hill so differently from the other Springs?<br><br>More rewarding for the Spanish Lord was to see Ling's happiness blossoming again. His strategy was clearly having an effect on the young Chinese girl. Although he was being womanizer, his attitude was coming out quite naturally - no, the Spanish Lord had not taken dozens of girls to his bed even though he was not a pure man. Ling's semblance was going back to its original, jovial form. She was so happy that she even questioned him about riding a horse!<br><br>"A horse?", Senor Cantilieri almost gasped for air. He stopped and turned his eyes from the alley to Ling's eyes, locking them momentarily. He was in a kind of hypnotic trance until her cold fingers involved his and grabbed his warm palm. "Of course these horses of our chariot would be OK to ride. But do you know how to ride a horse?", he added genuinely curious and surprised about her sudden interest by horse. After all, the Chinese girl looked like so fragile, so sweet - a far cry of the girls who knew how to control large animals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 02:12:51</strong>
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				She grinned and came closer and closer to him tillshe had invaded his space and her sent enveloped him she was right next to him. "No I don't...but, Senor...your my moonlight lover, you do anything." The phrase could hold a double meaning, but she didn't mean it so at the moment, she was pressed against him, yearning for him. But, she was still scared, she still needed something to pull her mind from the chaos of the moment, and into his arms. <br><br>She smiled at him before bowing her eyes submissively. And the smile on her lips and the warmth of her body close to his, told how sure she was he could protect her and bring her unbridled smiles from her lips and his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 14:20:31</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri looked at Ling. Her words were confusing, maybe she was lost in translation. Should they speak in Chinese? Should he ignore what she meant? Even so, he decided to satisfy her desire.<br><br>"Ling, your wish is a command for you", the Spanish Lord replied swiftly bending his body to wrap his strong left arm behind her knees and his right arms behind her lower back. Soon, the Spaniard was carrying her in his arms back to the chariot - she was so light and delicate that carrying her was an additional pleasure for the romantic man. It was an opportunity to admire her beauty, her face, her eyes from a different angle.<br><br>"We are going to ride together, so that you can feel the wind in your face, the feeling of freedom of controlling such a strong animal, my beloved one!"<br><br>Carrying Ling was not another source of an idealistic pleasure by itself tough. At first, Senor Cantilieri had no malice in that action. However, after some steps, the strong man noticed how close his body was of the her erogenous zones. Soon malice replaced naivete and Senor Cantilieri began to move her groin, rubbing it against his washboard belly - his was shirt had not been completely buttoned after they stopped making love. Also, his leg arm repositioned in such a way, so that his hand could grope her buttcheeks. His fingers carefully touched her buttcheeks, caressing them in a lustful way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 22:38:53</strong>
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				Ling squeaked when her strong moonlight lover bent down to pick her up. She did not expect to be carried and even as her eyes covered across his features, she relaxed. Sighing she closed her eyes and rested her warm cheek against his chest cherishing the strange moment for it's beauty and simple pleasure. She didn't take notice of how he admired her, she only took notice of the heady scent that marked him, the warm strength that flowed through him and shot as if lighting through her, and his charming voice. She didn't say anything, one of the few times such a thing happened. She was smiling, her small plush lips curled into a smile, even as the warmth that had been slowly building throughout their day grew stronger and stronger. The further they moved the less she thought of the strong animal being the horse, and closer it being her majestic moonlight lover. The feeling of his abs against&nbsp; her still unbruised lotus was causing her to mummer just slightly against his chest, she still so very badly wanted him, and it was increasing with each saying step that brought the soft rush against her treasure. She was so consumed by this that she did not start to notice that he was at her bottom, until his hands fastened around in such a way that he had a firm grasp of the round yet petite flesh. She gasped softly into&nbsp; his shoulder blade but did not stop him, instead the hands intertwined behind his neck came to grip upon his collar, strengthen her for more of the intense but glorious emotions that accompanied such touch. Her fingers would slip occasionally with his strides, soon though those slips were purposefully, and her light nails were dragging softly against the small amount of flesh available under the collar of his shirt, while her lips&nbsp; gentally kissed the flesh beneath the sadly obstructing shirt. She was again forgetting about the ride of theirs with the horse, and more about the ride with her dream lover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 10:47:49</strong>
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				The strong arms of Senor Cantilieri soon weakened as Ling began to kiss him again. Was that a sign to continue? Was she just thanking him for carrying her? Some kisses later, such a querry vanished. Her shy kisses turned into passionate kisses and the Spaniard simply surrendered to her desires. With the gorgeous Chinese in his arms, the strong man did not wait to arrive to the horse or to the table cloth on the ground. Right there, in the yellowish saffron fields, the Spanish Lord layed Ling down and positioned himself on her top, kissing her back with even more enthusiasm. At first, his hands were timid. Again, as with the kisses, shyness vanished and both hands slid down her body, from her waistline to her buttcheeks, groping both of them with determination to narrow the distance between the two groins. To avoid any kind of unnecessary sexual arousal, Senor Cantilieri tried to control himself, breathing as much as he could, so that his erection would not grow. However, Ling was the ultimate lover, purely instinctive, hidden under the naivete. Her tongue and her soft touch on his muscular chest undermined the plans of her Lord. His shaft, even without being stroke by her delicate hands, began to grow.<br><br>No words were needed. His body answered to all questions Ling might have. Was it so hard to see how much Senor Cantilieri loved Ling?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 04:31:47</strong>
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				Lings hands came up to her hair briefly. She figted the sweet yellow flowers with the different clips that decorated her hair, the offering for their comfort. But as soon as she was done, her nails dug into her Lord's shoulders pressing him down against her till finally she could know of the unrestraintable desire he had for her. Moaning softly against him, her kisses exigent on his lips. She was timid again for a few short moments but finally she&nbsp; pressed her tongue against his dark lips till he had no doubt how she wanted him so. She craved him, and every inch. Fear was giving away to pure want for the last time. His Ling could not stay still she&nbsp; pressed herself against hi, till finally he knew of her want as well. With a trembling hand she captured his fingers and brought his hands to her, she brought his hands until finally they sat on the swell of her wanton breast, and then could finally slip into the smooth fabric gown till finally she was treated to t he fact that rough calloused&nbsp; hand touched her own. Then her body purred in pleasure. She pressed herself up arching to him, wanting more of him. She was trembling like a leaf, but her eyes were wide with her un precendented happiness. They screamed for him to take her strong and now. <br><br>He would not have a patient lover on his hands. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 14:26:30</strong>
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				Ling's body was responding to the Spaniard, he sensed that in her breath, in her moves, in her restrained moans. Of course, she was hesitating a bit even tough the surrender to her desires was becoming clear to Senor Cantilieri. All she needed was some help to let her instincts to blossom. He was feeling the changes in her attitude - from completely restrained to a bit more liberal. It was a matter of time until her transformation was completed, he felt it. And time was something that both had in excess.<br><br>Senor Cantilieri released her briefly to unbutton his trousers. His left hand raised his trunk a bit away from Ling, his eyes locked hers. With some space, his right hand was nervous trying to undress the trousers, reflecting worries that Ling could read his eventual delay as an excuse or lack of interest. His slightly caloused hands were more used to hold daggers than to untie delicate kimonos. It took some seconds to free his waist completely by rolling down his trousers and his underwear. Again, he lowered his body towards hers, wrapping her upper back strongly, bringing both bodies as close as they were before. <br><br>His tongue licked under her ear at the same time Senor Cantilieri whispered in Chinese: <em>你是我心愛的女人！</em>He wanted to cause her hair to stand in its ends - if he succeeded, she would be in a place from where there would be no return. The saffron flowers were helping the large man as its petals were rubbing her neck every time she moved. His hands began to explore her tightly covered body, looking for the ribbons and tyings to free herself. As the Spaniard found the first ribbon, his body shivered in anticipation and he moaned again, louder than the other times. <br><br><em>我希望你用我所有的！</em>, Senor Cantilieri shouted with a mix of authority and passion, gazing her eyes with such a lust in the hope of conveying similar desires to the Chinese girl.<br><br>Translations<br>你是我心愛的女人！You are my beloved woman!<br>我希望你用我所有的！ I desire you with all my will!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 21:48:12</strong>
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				She&nbsp; read no such reluctance to take her. In fact as he pulled away her eyes only closed as her hands stole away to crawl up his chest. She wanted him, her body whimpered , it wanted him so sensationally that she was now trembling. Then he licked her. Then he licked her and she whimpered her body jumping up against his own. Rubbing her body for&nbsp; a few short moments as he teased her before finally the soft moments were accompanied by a new one. The tug on her ribbons. She giggled lifting to him, rubbing herself more elusively against him before finally one ribbon released several of them. One ribbon released an single inch of fabric, and then the rest feel&nbsp; to pieces in his hand, opening her to his sight. Fabric fell&nbsp; back, caressing slowly on her shoulders as it opened like an butterfly wing's and her milky moon skin soft like cherry blossom petals blushed with her desire awaited his eyes and hands to feast. His flower blushed softly, her lips plump from all the kisses she had beds slowly her fingers nervous limbs that slowly flowed down to finish brushing away her dressing, till she was completely naked before him, her cheeks pink,&nbsp; leading a trail down to the top of her breasts. <br><br>As nervous as she was, she didn't ask him to stop. Instead she said..."亲爱的梦中情人...让我看看是什么样的...." in a soft low whisper that only made her musical voice twice as soft to his ears. <br><br><br><br>亲爱的梦中情人...让我看看是什么样的 = Dear dream lover...show me everything...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 14:08:44</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri held the falling pieces of her delicate kimono and became a spectator rather than a player. Ling was gifted with a natural sex appeal which made every single action of hers sexy and seductive, he had already noticed that characteristic since the first day they met in China. It was not deliberate, it was just like the way she would act, even if there was no man in her front. A mix of childish moves with seductive moves. Something unique the Spanish Lord had never met in the women of his country. <br><br>When the kimono fell from her shoulders, revealing her naked body, the large man was somehow lost. Not like a child, like a man who had never slept with a woman. He was lost in his thoughts anticipating what was to come. The so far confident Senor Cantilieri was a bit shocked to see Ling's change from complete hesitation to an apparently complete lack of inhibition. She was asking to be shown everything. "Show me everything", her voice was begging for his lead. By that time, he had not even paid too much attention to the words coming out of her wet lips. His eyes were lost gazing her pale body, her curves, her soft skin. He remember her scent he had just smelled some minutes before. His attention went from her flat belly, to her breasts until they met her dark eyes. All these feelings made Senor Cantilieri get lost in his lustful thoughts, so that he forgot action was required. <br><br>Probably Ling had not noticed her man was somehow disorientated even though for a short period of time. After recovering himself from his thoughts, the Spaniard began to undress his clothes. Although he was partially undressed as a result of the previous attempt to make love with Ling, there were some pieces of clothes still to be undressed. First, he stepped on his left shoe, removing it and repeating the same with the right foot. Momentarily, he lost the balance and grabbed Ling's shoulders. "Good you are here!", he smiled tenderly while his hands swiftly took the bottom part of his T-shirt to roll it up, revealing his muscular abs, pectorals, biceps, triceps.... everything for Ling. Then he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed it towards his knees. From his standpoint, that was more than enough to show Ling everything.<br><br>Senor Cantilieri stepped forward and grabbed her waist, making her knee together with him. His hands wrapped around her waistline and he landed her tenderly on the ground. He straddled over her waistline, placing his hands next to her breasts. His eyes met hers once more. The sunshine was starting to bother the pale Chinese - she could not stay with her eyes opened -, which bothered the man who cared about Ling. The Spaniard looked around and saw a tree with many branches producing a pleasant, cool shadow under them. Still wrapping her body with his strong arms, Senor Cantilieri bited her lips and rolled down the hill towards the tree's shadow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:37:06</strong>
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				Ling laughed as she rolled with him beneath the tree. His massive body had helped shade the majority of the sun, but to be rolling against him...naked warm body finding connection with naked warm body was so thrilling she soon forgot the warmth of the sun. Forgot it to bask within his. Petals found an hold in her hair and stayed decorating it with the warm golden specks among the night softness. B, the time they were finally around her eyes and cheeks, she was laughing, eyes sparling as she leaned down and kissed him pleased that he had done the act at all.<br><br>She kissed him till her body started to take hold. Till her body started to rock slowly and softly against him. Attempting to merge with his in the way it wasn't sure could be accomplished. She separated them just enough to glaze down across his body. Her small slanted eyes widening as much as they could in response to his thickness. She took one deep breath, sure of the pleasure that she felt upon him. She wanted him, and needed him. She didn't even known how to please him. But she wanted to try. She kissed down across his throat while her body burned on newer and stronger levels. She was purring softly when she held him against her own body and leaned down slowly to finally come and kiss across the length of his chest. As her lips explored her cheeks began to color lightly. Coloring in response to the energy she already felt from him. Her cheeks were becoming more and more slightly pink as she lowered till her breasts began to feel the strength of his manhood and her lips were just above his belly button as her dark eyes looked up at him. Looked up at him shivering in the burning g feelings, and her struggling sense of to please her phenomenal man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 12:07:44</strong>
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				Senor Cantilieri enjoyed a lot rolling towards the tree' shadow. The smelling of her delicate scent. The contact with her pale, soft skin. Her genuine desire of being close to his body. All was more than enough to excite the male lover. However, rolling was more than a naive rolling, it was slightly different: it allowed his erection to grow, to rub among her tights, to press her breasts against his chest. For the first time, both bodies truly met, anticipating the merger to come. Clearly, Ling had no idea how both could be together. That was not a problem tough. Senor Cantilieri appreciated Ling was following her instincts, discovering his strong body as a growing toddler discovers what is good and not so good. Specially after the frustrated attempt to make love, every smile, giggle of Ling was seen as a victory. Every time the Chinese's lips met his was reason to celebrate. And how well Ling kissed. By the time both stopped, he bited her lower lips at the same time his hands stroked her buttcheeks. It was just the beginning of a passionate kiss. After she moaned - it was delicious to listen to her body reacting to his -, the Spaniard's tongue opened her lips and rubbed the tip of her tongue tenderly. A brief moment. His tongue invaded her mouth confidently then, not as the other times. There was something different, his tongue was deliberately exploring her tongue, rubbing it to excite her body. Also, it brushed her teeth, trying to excite more the tongue. It sucked her mouth, absorbing her liquids. What could be seen as disgusting by some evidenced his deep desire for Ling. His hands did not stop a single moment: all the time his fingers were caressing her butts. The kiss lasted for long minutes. Senor Cantilieri simply lost the notion of time. He knew how exciting those moves could be to a woman and wanted to make Ling&nbsp; feel the utmost pleasure in her first time. A good memory for the days to come.<br><br>The Spaniard had won the day by those lovely moments together, even if for some unknown reason fear prevented Ling from losing her maidenhood.<br><br>Nevertheless, This was not among the plans of the Spanish Lord. Hardly anything could stop him now. He wanted Ling's maidenhood more than anything. As a macho, Senor Cantilieri valued her untouched Cherry more than anything else in her gracious body. That unforgettable kiss kind of reassured him that his woman had been respectfully treated by the captain and his crew.<br><br>During that moment, his entire body was responding to her tastes, her scents, her touch. His heart beats speeded, his pupils expanded, his breath became fast and shallow. All his muscles weakened a bit as the sexual hormones seemed to be driving all the efforts towards his growing erection. His organ was growing between her inner tights, waiting to be at the full size to thrust her untouched cherry. But it was not yet at its full size when animal-like instincts spoke louder. He took a deep breath, straddled his muscular arms around her breasts, raised his chest from her body, moving his erection away from her legs and positioning it above her groin. Senor Cantilieri felt her hands sliding down from his back to his chest as if begging to come closer again. Ling had a privileged view of his male body until his eyes locked hers. The Spanish Lord wished he could have explained to the maiden what was to come but there was no time. No words, just passion.<br><br>Everything was fast. His manhood followed his body falling on Ling and did not miss her cherry. Senor Cantilieri knew where he should go, where her treasure was hidden. The tip of his erection entered first towards her depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 23:27:02</strong>
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				The Spaniard was the best thing to come to her life, shinning through her dark brown eyes, and bringing an rosy glow to her pale cheeks. But, life seemed to hang on a delicate thread for one single moment in their eyes when he pressed himself into the home that had subconsciously longed for him for so long. She had been rising up, trying to bring herself to kiss, him not even caring to look down across his body. Maybe it would have prepared her for the deed if she had, because when he filled her on the second inch of his sword, he broke through her barrier bringing a tear of blood from her womanhood and a tear of pain from her eyes. Gasping she suddenly gripped him for dear life an short whimper of protest mumbled behind her lips. She held onto him for a few momentous, her eyes closed trying not to completely undermine herself and offending him in the moment. <br><br>Ling's upbringing taught her cow to his wants, to bend and please him. So she opened her eyes and struggled to smile, and convince him with her eyes that he was not hurting her. The task was not an easy one as she tried to struggle till finally his girth was something she could trust to contain him. Something she wondered if she was going to fail to do much longer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 17:09:45</strong>
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				It was not the first time Senor Cantilieri had taken a female's maidenhood. As the lord of vast lands, it was quite common for some young ladies to come after him. Maybe he was even father of some children around! However, Ling was different, quite different indeed. There was a kind of love and affection from Senor Cantilieri' side that he had never been experienced before. Also, to his greatest surprise, Ling seemed not to wait for his shaft to penetrate her. On the contrary, she raised her waistline. Ling wanted his body.<br><br>The penetration was amazing. <br><br>The body of Senor Cantilieri did not expect such a reaction, unveiling all the hidden secrets Ling had been trying to hide. His body instantaneously shivered so strongly that his arms almost made his entire weight to fall upon the fragile Chinese. His erection expanded as its tip hit her depths. He could not help but moan. The Spaniard tried to stop but his erection continued to be rubbed by her inner muscles. Senor Cantilieri had never felt so complete as a man. <br><br>At the same time, he noticed Ling's anxiety. The young girl wanted him, it was clear. Even so, probably she did not know what would come next. At least for the first time. While his shaft was still inside, he lowered his arms, making his biceps and triceps pop up - Ling was lucky for having been the chosen one of such a man. Without removing his shaft from&nbsp; Ling's cherry, his head approached her earlobe and nibbled it a couple of time before whispering: <br><br>痛苦會很快消失<br><br>Translation: 痛苦會很快消失 - The pain will disappear soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:26:00</strong>
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				Ling wanted to trust her dear keeper, but she was shaking, shaking with the slowly growing desire...She buried her face intohis shoulder groaning against his shoulder as her nails slowly relaxed till they were finally gentally grasping him pulling him towards her. Her inside was apparent to show him just how baldy it wanted him. Her body started to softly begin massaging him. Her muscle's awashed against him while her lips tickled against his neck whimpering in her want. <br><br>Finally she pulled back, Her eyes glittered up at him in the smile that her plump lips were not ready to give him. Her own lips were still too focused on grasping his own. Her fingers rolled up till finally she could entertwine them within his hair and pull him down to her. She pushed herself up against her Spaniard whimpering this time more in want then anything else. Her hips started to rotate as the anxiety became more to complete his own just then to ease the pain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 22:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Ling's lips touched the neck of Senor Cantilieri, he shivered. The soft touch of her pink lips was so unexpected - the Spaniard had the impression that Ling was just shaking under his body - that it caught Senor Cantilieri when he was using his both arms to lever his body above her and thrust her for the second time. His entire body collapsed at the first sign of physical affection given by her beloved Chinese woman. He did not know how to react - all the large man wanted was to enjoy that short moment, as if it were going to last forever. Slowly, Senor Cantilieri noticed her lips looking for his own, her hands toying with his hair. No, she was not toying with his hair - on the contrary, Ling was gripping his hair, passionately as an experienced lover. Her instincts were blossoming. Both lips met and Senor Cantilieri's hands held her neck tenderly, pulling them closer. His tongue entered her mouth once more even tough this time was different - it was not only his tongue inside her, but also his erection. It was time to show her what a man could to to a man. While his tongue was entertaining her, Senor Cantilieri swiftly raised his waist, removed most of his erection from inside her and thrusted her again, looking for her depths desperately at the same time he moaned the loudest so far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 16:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Senor was coupling her with more vast emotions then poor Ling new how to contend with at once, his mere simple touch already made her skin crawl with hot electricity, and then he thrust in her, diving just a littler further in then before, and she had to break the kiss as her body arched up and her head through back her eyes closing in bliss for a soft moment. She came back to him, her lips attempting to catch his bottom as her nails slowly dragged across hib ack. She whimpered into the kiss before opening to him once more, begging him to once more compleate her, both with his kiss, and his body. Fingers finding thier way back to his hair, she didn't know what she should do, her body tightened around him, no longer wishing him the opportunity to exit but her heart and mind were dancing with the stars and more Ling was lost. It was in this lost mentality that her body found it's melting point and still gripping him as tight as it's virgin walls could she pushed herself once more towards him, purring for a brief moment in the forever pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 16:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without knowing whether Ling would appreciate that move, what Senor Cantilieri did next came to meet her deepest desires. Instead of raising his chest above the&nbsp; Chinese girl and starting to thrust her decidedly, the man laid on the top of the girl and to give her hands the chance of exploring his muscular body. His body hands clipped her temples and moved away her flowing hair. He turned his head diagonally to kiss Ling's lips again. <br><br>At the same time, his shaft stayed inside Ling. Rather than staying immobile, his erection was growing inside Ling's core and, were her inner walls sensitive enough, she could feel the veins appearing in its surface - his body was pumping blood to harden and grow the organ designed to please women. More than the physical transformation of his shaft, Senor Cantilieri also moved it to explore the depths of her core. First, he forced his groin against hers to see how deep she was. Then, he turned the cock to the right and it tip rubbed her walls in such a way which forced Senor Cantilieri to stop, moaning and shivering. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 06:01:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took her chance. Less nervous more curious she seemed to focus on only his shoulders for the moment. She attempted to learn every curve, every deviant in his skin, her eyes open pearing to determine every change in his swarthy skin. Her fingers finally managed to descend lower and as her hips raised up moaning very softly and the sensations deriving from the pressure growing ever more intensive within her. Her lips left his own, and found their way to his Adam's apple talking Senor's skin and nibbling for the briefest of moments before her fingers descended an step lower to cover his chest taking in as much as the tender tips could . <br><br>When he began to move, she would whimper, whimper and jump the overwhelming sensations accosting her her entire life. Her body clenched around him desperate for everything right before her hard molten body pressed up towards his again, the base of his neck her lip's playground as her body suffered through astounding pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 14:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The eyes of Senor Cantilieri noticed that Ling was finally enjoyed making love. There was no longer need of so much care and attention and the Spaniard could finally release his wild side. Of course, this would happen slowly in order to avoid scaring the young Chinese. Both of his hands laid next to her breast and his tongue moved away from her body, not before licking her voluptuous lips. Every taste of the girl was delicious and it was hard to move away from her delicate body. Under every apparently naive move of her there was the already realized sexiness which could drive any man nuts. This explains why her aphrodisiac scents were starting to unconsciously excite the experienced man more and more. The large man raise his groin and moved his dick almost entirely out of her core, just the tip of it stayed inside her. His eyes gazed hers for a brief moment and when she least expected, he thrusted her a second time, faster than before, but still with certain parsimony. His muscles seemed to be in control of her body when in reality they were all trembling so excited by his testosterone.&nbsp; He swallowed dry and removed his cock once more. Now, the third thrust came fast and confident, together with an animal-like moaning. It was just the beginning of a sequence - the strong lover of Ling repeated that move several times, each times faster and more confidently than before. Each sound, move and malicious eye given by Ling only helped him to keep speeding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 02:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She found purchase finally within the mulsces of his shoulders. She moaned her mussels gripping around him, gripping him as he began to move more within her. She noticed what he was becoming, but instead of the fright she thought she may want to feel, she found herself alighted with beautiful sensations of want and wonder as her body strained to grasp him and bend his head down to capture her lips. <br><br>Her eyes had closed for a moment against him, but they reopened moaning once more in an mummer of unbinding want. Her hips began to rise and press against him. Breathing again, louder and fingers lining along his ribs. "Please! Please! Please my dream come true..." She mummered the last so far beneath her breath that it could barely be heard. She was gasping the corner of her eyes flashing. "Please..." She mummered again pushing against him, as an fire began to build in her body that followed his confidence less then an step behind to bring her to levels of pleasure she did not know existed in this world. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senor Cantilieri continued to speed the thrusts on Ling. His breath became heavier as a first wave of shivering swept his body starting from his cock. A loud manly moaning could be listened from far were there someone around. At the same time, his strong hands were grabbing Ling' sexy body, still not yet fully versed in the arts of love. His confident grip was always reason for women to let pleasure build and, from his perspective, it was not different this time. Her body shivered from inside - her tight pussy grabbed his erection so strongly that, for a moment, he had to stop penetrating her. Such a demonstration of affection came as no harm - indeed, it precipitated the orgasm of the muscular man. Senor Cantilieri's body was starting to get covered with the delicious sweat of lovers when Ling's core decided he should come with her. Surprised, the Spaniard did not oppose - it was Ling's first time and she was the queen, she should gain confidence. Some seconds later, his body was trembling in pleasure, even tough he continued to grab the fragile Chines with the passion of lovers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 19:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ling's body was already caught in an phoenix's flame of pleasure when he came inside of her, she felt like she ha been gift by gods, rather then simply an King's Queen. She tossed, pushed, growled, moaned, purred, screamed, and tossed side to side in her want and lust. An small tear came to her eye when she couldn't control herself any longer and she was reduced into the clouds with her orgasm. She didn't come out of it for several long moments, and even when she did, as her body milked him desperately, she grabbed him by his hair. <br><br>When the Chinese woman struggled back to life, back into reality, she shivered, not cold...but...rather overwhelmed. She took his body and brought it down to her, desperate for his cover, for his warmth and that reassurance of his grip on her body to come back and sooth her when she didn't know what else would. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 21:53:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senor Cantilieri enjoyed as much Ling's pleasure as the own Chinese. All he wanted was to please the one he had dreamed of for so much time. Ling would certainly learn how to please the young Spanish Lord. His hands caressed her tenderly, watching her body to collapse as a result of the unbearable pleasure she had just enjoyed. He took her in his arms and laid her on the ground before seating and watching her to sleep. Never had he admired such a simple human action as the breathing of a woman with her chests inhaling and exhaling air. For a maid's first time, Ling seemed to have enjoyed it marvellously.<br><br>After some time, the beautiful Chinese woke up slowly. Her oriental eyes seemed to hesitate opening. Was she afraid of reality?<br><br>"I am here, Ling", the Spanish lord moved closer and began to play with her hair. "I hope you had liked it, my dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 01:24:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took her lover and brought him down to her. She cuddled into the crook of his neck, sighing when he started to toy with her hair. She kissed his shoulder, sighing delightfully. She felt the sudden need to nibble upon that same area as she answered his question. "Yes, my dream." She mummered softly in Chinese. "I was happy...very very happy, and very much liked it.' She giggled pressing herself closer. <br><br>Lifting her head to run her own fingers through his hair, she found herself asking an question that she wasn't sure if she had asked him before. "Will it be like that every time, Senor?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across the ocean for the Lord... (The Legionary &amp; TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 01:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senor Cantilieri's eyes were hypnotised by the manner how Ling had spoken those words. "Will it be like that every time?" was echoing in his head. He knew a river is never the same, since its waters are moving. Same applies to love. Once, in the countryside. Once passionate. Once in the bath. Once swift. However, the gentleman did not want to lie - she wanted an answer.<br><br>"No, Ling, it will not be like that", he said before momentarily pausing. "Next time will be better!", he added taking her cheeks and passionately kissing her. For the last time. At least in this thread.
			</dd>
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