November 11th Topic "And You Step Out into the Night"

[Tehya]

Thanks to Ehlanna the topic for this week is from a song and her selection, and here is her choice:

I was thinking, a while back, about the lyrics of a Springsteen track .. "And You Step Out Into the Night"

Have fun with it, and enter your Art, Stories, Poetry, and Photography here!

[Tehya]

Out into the night

Such a horror and sight

Tails and ears all mangled and chewed

With Poor Ehlanna in pursuit

They fell in a pile of fur and fluff

Panting and writhing in the sun

Suddenly the luscious elf caught up

The tangled cat girls taken by the scruff

Marched out of the sun and into the night

Lust overrides any fright

If you ask any of them was the run any fun

They would shake their head yes rather than run

A flick of their tail and a coy smile

The look of satisfaction and a purring meow

That was the night they walked out with Ehlanna you know

[Lucien Valdres]

"and you step out into the night, and get a bloody fright, who is that there, stalking where you dare, tread outside, no place to hide, you'll be grabbed and groped, lashed down and roped, abandon all yea with hope, for at my feet you will soon dote.."

[Ehlanna]

Hopefully a picture will be forthcoming, but until then, a little tale ...

The bone handle fits comfortably in the palm of my hand, the scrim-work long rubbed down to mere hints of the fine detail it once was. The warmth the the blade as I draw the flat over the backs of my fingers sends a shiver of anticipatory delight through me and, as ever, I cannot understand how they say, when asked, how cold the blade feels.

They cannot understand, the warmth it holds, the sensual warmth it imparts as you hold it against the quivering flesh of the girl before you. When words have ended the blade comes out. When they finally understand that the words they have heard are nothing but truth, what is going to take place, what indignities their lithe bodies are going to endure. Their eyes widen and moisten as tears start to trickle down pretty cheeks, unwilling to accept their fate or to acknowledge that in a very short time that they are going to find the outermost limits of pleasure that their bodies can withstand.

That it will then be their turn for words, words of supplication, begging, pleading for the final release from their predicament, softly urgent words spilling over plump lips, dry from their cries of forbidden pleasure.

It is time. The door opens and the welcoming shadows greet and engulf me in their warm embrace as I step out into the night.

[Stormbringer]

[Tehya]

Ehlanna a story, awesome!

Lucien a great poem we want more!

SB she is a sexy one to be alone in the night!

[Ehlanna]

Finally got time to try out an image ...

[Tehya]

Very nice Ehl, great armor!