March Wk. 3 Art Challenge - Power

[Ubique]

this challenge is open to any typical form of art or expression, including 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories.

"absolute power corrupts absolutely..."

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing. - Louisa May Alcott

Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. - Martin Luther King, Jr.

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence. - Mohandas K. Gandhi

The term “power” comes from the Latin posse: to do, to be able, to change, to influence or effect. To have power is to possess the capacity to control or direct change. All forms of leadership must make use of power. The central issue of power in leadership is not Will it be used? But rather Will it be used wisely and well? - Al Gini

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how do YOU interpret power? is it the ability to make a woman's legs get weak in the knees? cause a man to drool without ever exposing a drop of flesh or cleavage? is it the power to take someone who objects to your advances and make them scream for more of your caresses? or is it the sheer force of will that it takes for a slave to become something more? for a king to continue his kingship? or a queen hers?

[Ehlanna]

Here's my stab at this ... whos has the power here?

[Ubique]

depends on what is actually happening! it's a tricky one, you're so clever!

here's my submission...



"Power...it is the ability to make a man desire what he did not know he wanted. The power to make him crave what he did not know he needed...the power to make him beg for what he once turned his nose up at, what he once rejected...what he denies himself...that is power..."

[L`aquera]

Wow.... heh.. just Wow...

[Tehya]

(Love the artwork this week awesome job)

Power

Lane sent a messenger for Magli to arrive at his estate by sunset and she hurried since there was only an hour or two of daylight to make the trip by horse. Arriving at his large cabin in the forest the servant let her in, but Lane was not seen.

Where was he?

She looked from room to room, and then opened the bedroom door. Lane sat on a bench at the end of the bed.

“Undress!”

One word; nothing more, no conversation or greeting… it was not Lane’s way. He stared away from the bed at the wall looking at a painting of two nudes entwined with a glow of red fire around them.

They never had sex or even kissed, but Lane tantalized her mind and body with just his eyes and mind. He had intense dark eyes that spoke silent words when looking into hers, and long dark hair that ran down his back. He wore a white silk shirt and tight black pants, attractive enough to make her stomach flutter without a touch, and dominating enough to make her do as asked.

A rustle of silk was the only sound in the room where her gown pooled to the floor, and soon her panties and corset joined. Magli stood nude in the room with candles and lanterns burning soft lights upon her nude flesh. He said one more sentence.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Magli did as he asked even though she was unsure what he wanted of her, that surreptitious desire was well hidden, so she laid down on her back on the bed with her thighs pressed tight together. He did look up at her one time amused, but with no smile and began to read. Minutes passed and she was already wet with desire. The room was the ideal temperature to make her nipples more pronounced and firm. She had full breasts, and a small waist, a figure of a goddess, but he did not touch her. From where he sat she couldn’t see if he was aroused.

First a wiggle or two on the satin coverlet, and she asked him if he was going to join her, he just shook his head no and went back to reading. No restraints held her to the bed, but she could tell by the look in his eyes he didn’t appreciate her interrupting him reading. An hour passed and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Magli rubbed and touched her nipples making them peak into toasty firm points needy for his touch. His head was bent reading, that long dark hair hid his lips and she couldn’t see if he was smiling or not.

Arousing herself to that point only made her want him more, and her pleading words didn’t make him look up or leave the chair. Passion led her hand to her moist sex, and her fingers derived the pleasure she wanted from him. Moans filled the room and Lane didn’t move just kept on reading. Reaching the heights of fulfillment Magli’s cries filled the silent room like music to his ears. She collapsed onto the bed with her breath ragged panting to gain her composure, and he got up and walked over to her looking down into her eyes.

“You may leave now.”

When Magli got dressed and left, he had a derisive smile on his lips knowing she would be back again.

That is true power.

[Ubique]

wow great story, tehya. thanks for sharing that one! that is definitely an expression of power, heh. whew.

[Miss Magical]

What is Mistress to the Mighty, Goddess to the poor?
What dreams of mountain treasures, of conq'ring distant shores?
It causes oaths at midnight and executions at high noon.
It's never yours completely, it's never there too soon,
It tantilizes passions: always there but rarely touched.
But ware it's sirens call else you ever use it as a crutch.

In the darkness of the Gloom the Moriel seek it ev'ry day,
"I'll be damned if I don't got it," Emperor Stormbringer might say.
Have only the Gods taken the marriage vows, to say that they can own
A thing that many wish to make to their lessers known?
She is a sword that will kill you, but no lesser is the pull,
This Promise offers words encomp'sing revengeful.

[Ubique]

mmm, that was very pretty! thanks for putting that up there! *wiggles* i really liked reading that!

[L`aquera]

Little late but I've had issues with my arm/hand.. So.. To me, this means power. Since Archaons, Mephos. Wraith came to mind. Here you go.