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The tLi Black Wine Serve
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based on
The Chronicles of Counter-Earth
by the MasterScribe, John Norman

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Last Updated: 2010-06-07 -+- 19, 4^th of the 4^th Hand of of the Month of Selnar 10,161 Contasta Ar
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<tovah{OcL}> the black wine is done differently here

<tovah{OcL}> we use a finjan... which reminds tovah of a french press

A Finjan

<tovah{OcL}> it is harder to serve <tovah{OcL}> but it tastes much better than black wine sitting in a kettle on the hearth all day :) * Oryx looks to tovah, closes His fingers to a loose fist, and brings it to His lips

* tovah{OcL} smiles up to my Master... leans up and kisses him yes Master, black wine

<Violent^> i avoid Black wine , like the plague

* Oryx likes to watch My sexy bitch prepare it

* tovah{OcL} wiggles off his lap enjoying the ride down as toes meet the ground... smooths her silks over her thighs and dashes off to the kitchen, tapered hips gently sway in each petite step... raven tendrils plunge down the slope of her back, rounds the corner and halts at the counters and quickly slides out a tray

A Brazier

* tovah{OcL} carefully places a brazier to the tray... the coals glow a warm amber; steps to the right... slides forth a brass finjan and adds three levels of fresh ground beans and tops with two cubes of sugar, smiles as a few thoughs plague her mind... ones of her Master... taking her... and refocuses as she hurries to the spring and ladles in an 3 parts water; carefully sets the pot to the brazier to boil.. <Oryx> Violent^, you'll notice that We prepare each order of black wine to suit.

<Violent^> Yes, Oryx, why do you do that?

<Oryx> Black wine beans are just too expensive to let simmer endlessly, to turn into acrid brown sludge. It's still rare on Gor, and very precious.

* tovah{OcL} returns to the cupboards, soft mons presses against the edge... lifts up on toes, one foot leaves the ground... thighs quiver as they strain for height; the slide of her silks teases her ass as fingers reach a fine goblet, tips it down... then reaches for a mug; lowers her body snagging up a rep cloth to polish both vessels...

* Violent^ raises an eyebrow

<Violent^> A mug? On Gor?

<Oryx> And why not? Although the classic Gorean black wine serve was in small cups, or in a bowl, there is nothing that prevents the Pot-Makers Caste from turning out a fine line of thick-walled mugs to keep hot beverages hot.

* tovah{OcL} arranges the mug to the tray and hurries back to the fresh spring, anxious to return to her Master... takes the ladel, dips and pours a generous amount to the vessel, a few droplets trickle over her fingers and down to her wrist... chills... quickly arranges the goblet to the tray and with a deep breath takes it up and returns to the main room...

<Violent^> Now that's something I've never seen, even on Earth. Why the water?

* Oryx chuckles

<Oryx> The Bedouin on Earth is famed for his hospitality; when you're a guest in his tent, even if you're his mortal enemy, you have nothing to fear. However, he takes his hospitality deathly seriously

<Oryx> When you sit, he will have two cups brought to you: one of coffee, one of water. If you choose the wrong one, it is a ghastly insult and he will kill you when you exit.

<Oryx> Which do you choose, Violent^, and why?

* Violent^ considers, stroking his chin with his fingers

<Violent^> I yield to the experience of the Explorer; I have no idea

<Oryx> You take the water, showing you want to wash the dust of your travels from your mouth so that you can more fully enjoy his coffee.

<Oryx> Should you select the coffee, you are showing that you don't care about his service, or the taste, or his house: you just want to gulp down his gifts like an uncultured barbarian.

* tovah{OcL} traces her steps back to Master... holds her shoulders back, supple breasts flaunt with a lil bounce in each elegant step... dazzling eyes admire EVERY inch of her Master, feels the lust in her belly... snakes down to soft knees, thighs splay naturally as the tray is placed; takes the finjan handle and pours the heady brew into Master's mug, careful not to stir the grinds up...

* Oryx looks down at His tovah

* tovah{OcL} takes the mug in both hands, places a kiss of devotion to its side before arms lift to proffer... head bows between allowing raven waves to cascade... in a soft whisper, one with a silent plea *smiles* Master, your slut brings you your black wine, may its robust flavor sate your thirst

* tovah{OcL} feels her belly tighten... waiting for the touch of his fingers... craving

* Oryx leans forward and strokes His slut's soft hands, and dehandillates the hot mug from hers

* tovah{OcL} exhales as his large hands slide against hers... a sensual smile graces her lips; hands retract gently and reach for the goblet of chilled spring water... its surface dewed, the moisture inviting... wet... lowers her head as arms once more stretch forward in an offering... your girl has also brought you cool water my Master per Your custom, she prays it pleases and moistens your lips

* Oryx considers tovah, and dewey surfaces

<Oryx> are you dewey, My slut?

<tovah{OcL}> very my Master

<Oryx> good. We'll deal with that in a bit

* tovah{OcL} thighs unconciously spread wider, the hem of her silks rise allowing her need to show

<Violent^> Oh Come now.. all sluts, are uncontrollable at one point or another

* Oryx slips the moist vessel from His girl's hands, watching her eyes dialate as I stroke her olive-toned skin

<Oryx> yeah, Violent^?

<Violent^> they are, after all, women

* Oryx laughs

<Oryx> watch tovah, and tell Me about uncontrollable

* tovah{OcL} looks up hearing his words... excitement .. anticipation .. the touch of his fingers STRUGGLES to restrain herself, needing her Master... lusting for him.. wanting to feel him inside

<Oryx> I control her autonomous nervous system, I'm into her so deep. Her pupils, heartbeat, hormones

* tovah{OcL} quickly takes the tray and pushes it off to the side... a carnal urge painfully restrained...

<tovah{OcL}> may tovah please lap Master? please?

* tovah{OcL} slides her hands along his thigh... begging

* Oryx locks His eyes on His girl's... sips the water, watching her frustration, playing her like the fine instrument she is

* Oryx dribbles a bit of the water onto His black wine

* Oryx exchanges goblet for mug... murmurs something... sips

* tovah{OcL} writhes..unable to be still..hands play against Master's lap

<tovah{OcL}> please my Master!?

<tovah{OcL}> lap please??

* Oryx quietly says, "be still, My toy"

* tovah{OcL} softly growls in a helpless frustration... slinks back and remains at his feet

* Oryx sips the dark, hot brew... watches His girl

* tovah{OcL} ... slides her fingers along Master's calf... shifting upon the heels of her feet

* Oryx whispers, "lap, My tovah"

* tovah{OcL} looks up... a shimmer in her eyes, quickly rocks up and slides into his lap... scootching in for that very special spot, pressing the cradle of her sex over his buldge... kisses his chest



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