Tribal Dance

I slide my feet gently through the warm moist sand as i sit on the beach, the flow through my toes feels energizing. The gentle roll of each wave directly in front of me is almost hypnotic as I hold my smartphone the music playing set to random. I cant hear natures orchestra, a symphony of waves and wild life, the headphones are in and the music volume set to its highest setting.

I am in my own little world. My soul feeds on music, the solitude of an empty beach is refreshing.

The air is still, the sun is hot, 30 plus suncream makes my skin shimmer slightly in the mid morning tropical sun. Sweat beads on my skin, its summer the steam rises of the sand. I can feel the beat of the music, it ripples through my body. I close my eyes, I feel the need to dance.

Without a care in the world my mouth opens I sing ♪ bird singing on my shoulder ♪, the rhythm of guitar empowers me. I rise to my feet. I close my eyes, I begin to dance my feet move. My hands moving before too long its wild crazy dancing. "Splash", I am oblivious to my feel splashing in the waters edge. ♪ Something in the water ♪, I keep singing.

Its hypnotic, my eyes closed I am in a happy place, high on natures drug I am laughing and singing. My eyes close, my heart pounding, my blood is circulating, I imagine myself dancing in a circle with meya, jilly and dari my three sisters, angie the cutest sissy you could find bobs up an down in the middle of us, her somewhat less endowed penis, does a wiggle dance. Together we look almost tribal.

Sonya's small stature stands on the headland at the top of the beach admiring the vegetation, the spinifex grass is knee high under the shadow of coastal sheoaks.

Bri stands patiently watching the commotion, you can sense she is in two minds about joining us or not. I half heartedly motion her to join us, I am enjoying myself. Mistress Carline stands near the shoreline, she reaches down runs her fingers through the water, instantly she notices the warmth of the tropical ocean that paints the skyline infront of her.


All of a sudden, I trip "splat" i come back to earth I fall bum down into the sand, I am alone again on the beach, sand crawling in to crevices that discomfort me. I look up at the sun right above me, I realize I am never alone, I have family.

I pick up my phone, check my earphones and dust sand of my bum. I look around, I am alone again. Slowly i wander zig zagging along the beach. I start to dance again, I think of my family again, I stop look up at the sun, squint and smile.

I am alone but never lonely, I have a family, I belong somewhere.

Merry Go Round

I sit alone on the floor of my little tropical bungalow. I see the smashed glass from the mirror not far from my feet. I lean lean up against the bed, its a warm tropical day but i am naked an alone hunched up in a ball.

My leather boot sits dangerously in the middle of the glass spread. The same demons begin to haunt me again, its the same routine day in day. Fuel yourself up so that you loose any inhibitions any reservations.

In a room full of barbie dolls you work hard to catch the attention of the lonely hearted guy, you control the moment, you play by the club rules. You except the consequences of being compared to something you dont want to be.

The bleeding heart oozes black blood, you think of the one that means something more to you than this, you miss the gentle touch, her hot breath of your smooth neck. A shoe in the mirror certainly helps heal the pain.

I stand up think better get a broom, wonder wherethe dust pan is, im such a dumb bitch sometimes.

Oz.

The Casual Observer

The Palm tree's fluttered their leaves like a crane basking in the mid afternoon sun. The sparkle of the clear blue water was hypnotising me as I sat in the sand.

I was panting, sweat covered my body. I was looking good in a bikini again, not through hard work though, no pain no gain my personal trainer would say. I prefer it to be pleasurable pain though, this was not.

Left alone on the beach, I had been working out on the foreshore. It seemed such a great day too. My needs were very simple from this point, a cool shower, which would mean walking the 200m to the front steps of my little bungalow, I was exhausted.

The beach shower behind me was looking good. I rose to my feet; I gingerly walked over to the shower. I dropped the towel I had on my shoulder, stripped off my sand covered pants and sweat gear.

The water felt nice, I closed my eyes unfazed by my surroundings, I was enjoying the cool water tricking over my skin. I started to massage the water through my hair.

My life had started to gain some degree of routine for me here in the tropics. It had come down to Working out twice a day, (including time practicing on poles), fruit for brunch, protein for dinner. I would put in the hours i was rostered for. I longed for the taste of creamy chocolate on my tongue, a notable omission on my diet.

The work had clearly paid off for more as I enjoyed the moment in the solitude of the shower stream. I was oblivious to my surroundings, my senses had switched off.

My mind was running off on a tangent of all things naughty and nice. Why does everything that taste good have to be so bad for you?

This ended in me drawing parallels of my love interest to some of my favourite sweet, its not I have enough to warrant a candy shop. Different flavours for different moods are how some people work I guess, or that’s how it seems at times, not me though. Once i may have been, although i had a great body it wasn't 18 years old any more. I enjoyed the tenderness of people.

I want to be more than an exotic taste for someone. So I open my eyes slightly and think of where in the world I would want to be right now if I could be.

It would not be standing naked under this beach shower for one, without a second thought I picture myself laying on her breast listening to her heart beat.

That’s the music that I long for, the comfort and warm hearted soul that melts me. Who is this person to the casual observer I say softly to myself.

Suddenly I feel a hand touch my back, I spin and turn suddenly, and “CJ" I say out loud.

I attempt cover myself quickly and stand back. A toned Jamaican man stands before me. I sigh to myself.

He was standing half naked with his thumbs in his board shorts indicating his desire to join me. My normally flirtatious self was non existent at this point.

I stand back place my hand on the tap; I relax, grin and motion for him to join. He lowers his shorts to expose himself. Clearly he had intentions, what to do in an instant like this. what symbolism I thought to myself, a weak moment and a I look at temptation in the face, it was a hot one too.

I looked at him and said "I Miss my CJ, Mr casual observer its that simple". Before he could front a bemused look and reply with a question I turned the cold water on full and walked away with my towel towards my bungalow to the cries of "Bitch".

Born Again Bad Girl, The Xtreme Series

The Polished wooden floor reflected the image of me on the floor whilst sitting on the side of a Victorian style bed. I placed my hand on the bed frame. I tapped my nails as i gasped for sanity like a dolphin surfacing for air. Too many failed business's, the broken friendships, and strained relationships had lead on me a pathway to despair. The morning air heated by the scorching tropical sun was adding life in to my lungs.

I was alone in a tropical paradise; I stood up my naked frame cast a sexy silhouette of a shadow on the bed as the sun beamed through the open Frenchs doors. I walked out stood on the wooden veranda, the land slipped away under the deck to a secluded beach, the waves crashed gently on the beach. The coconut and tropical palms fluttered their leaves in breeze, reminding me they were alive. I held the rails content in the knowledge I was alone.

I wasn't ready to face the world, stripped of my prosperity, my confidence, and my sex appeal. I needed to think more on the lines of basics. My only communication was with my sweet smiling friend, back freezing her cute little bum off in a heated hotel room in the colder climates of the world to my north.
My bags lie closed on the floor in the corner of the room. The veranda was spacious and went around the entire house. My exit from the high life was speedy. My life had become enveloped in an encroaching darkening cloud.

i saw by chance, an add for a new start, in the classifieds with the promise of greater things. I sheepishly negate any detail of my former life to the talent scout in our very brief meeting. I was given the call in the dead of nite and left with what items I could fit into my black travel bag. Shutting the door was like closing the door on my past life, my troubles, my battles and my memories.

I was destined to understand the basics again. Whilst my learned friends ponder over the application of the three R's, I would be familiarising myself with the three 'S's and the three 'T's; Sweet, Sensual and Sassy applied with confidence to Tease, Tempt and touch.

After a long arduous trip I was in a tropical destination under the care of the Xtreme entertainment company, here I would be given the opportunity to rebuild myself.

The world of adult entertainment in the virtual world had moved on from the careless days in my past. Here I would be given the chance to gather my thoughts, find the mental strength to undergo rigorous training, find my confidence again.
Without even much as shirt I wandered around my temporary abode, with a fresh glass of orange juice. So far instructions were simple, here I would be given all the support needed to hold smile in front of complete stranger and confidently strut my stuff on stage.

Standing in front of the home theatre system, I flicked a switch, music filled the room, i was content for the first time, it seemed so right to leave the world behind, I needed to be out of harms way. I needed to be thoughtless again.
I lost everything but more importantly I had lost myself and my sexy smile. With the energetic tones from "30 sec's to Mars" filling the air around me, I knew I was taking small steps in a forward direction.

I was becoming part of the environment; It was the dawn of a new day, new life, new beginning. I turned up the music, started dancing on the veranda with my hands above my head, moving my hips, I started to sing.

"No no no no"
"I will never forget"
"No no"
"I will never regret"
"No no"
"I will live my life"

For the first time my spirit was energizing, then suddenly, I turned on my heels looked up stood upright. I froze screamed and hid my private bits in one quick movement. A strange man stood in front of me. Tight pants with a hairless chest, a sleeve tattoo on his arm, he had a whistle round his neck and clipboard in his hand.

"Move Missy, we have some work to do"

Obviously the personal trainer, I thought to myself. "Knock next time Sugar Pants", I said as I walked past cheekily to my room.

I'd only been awake an hour on my first day and i was already going to get sweaty with a physical guy, pity it wasn't the way i would prefer, but who can resist my cheeky bum.

I returned in pink hot pants and white boob tube ready for action, He was flipping through pages on his clipboard standing next to the now switched of Music Machine.
I could looked like every footballers fantasy standing there, flick went his pen. "Excuse me" I said. I shrugged my shoulders, carefree and thoughtlessly I added "Are you Gay Sexy?”

Now I knew this would be a tough training session, just what I needed.

Oz.

Natures Gift

The chatter of drunken people, the clatter of beer bottles, is suddenly broken by the tap of a hand on a microphone. I switch off from the conversation with friends. I tap my nail on the table at first to the pick of a guitar string.

The Smooth and rhythmical plucking of the strings gets me on my feet. My body rocks to the beat of the bass, the beat are old, and twelve bars to bear my soul. The deep sounds of his voice I feel my veins move, I am becoming entranced.

One Step, two step and I am standing on the table. I raise my hands in the air, I close my eyes like a lovers kiss. My heart beats like a drum. Alcohol, drugs and music flow in my veins. I am smiling; I tap my boots on the table.
The clapping of hands with the beat provides the catalyst for eroticism in the public domain. The slide of a steal guitar, and the slide of finger nails under my shoulder straps.

A slip of this, and a slip through that, followed by a snap of this, after a tap of my boot and I am natures gift in full view. The rhythm of the music moves my body like silhouette of satin blowing in the wind it energises my soul, and hypnotises my brain.

Music, clapping and whistles blend into the ambience; I feel the crisp night air on my skin. The music stops I open my eyes, with applause my nervous smile becomes a cheeky grin.

I step down from the table, lovers quarrel I have the attention of all the guys in the room, like a sleek and slender kitty cat with ball of string.

Oz,x

"Having Funtari"

Running my pencil through my hair, I was deep in thought lying across the lounge chair in the Futa Club. My head was resting on the arm rest, my right leg was dangling down from the opposite arm rest.

I had negated to remember my left leg was separated from my right being stretched from the seat cushion. I was wearing a short tartan style skirt, and white top, kind of sheer almost. A pose I might be found in resting in my own lounge chair not in the corner of a decrepit looking club.
The Futa club was a wooden structure, looked more like horse stable converted into a club of sorts. The Music was good, the people I was paying no attention too. I was trying to pen my next story on princess cometh and my adventures in an Anne Rice novel.

I had written half a page of notes; I slipped the pencil in between my lips sliding in an out. The chair was positioned in the apex of a corner of the room. It was hardly a room two large openings were either side of me. The walls in which my chair sat were only a metre wide before the openings started.

A dance pole sat in the centre of the room, the dim light bounced of the pole and into my eyes. I glanced across the room; I could see a face on the glass of the print hanging on the wall. Someone was watching me. I looked away and kept on writing, I wrote a few more notes. I stopped looked at what I had written and playfully poked my pencil in my belly button which was exposed.
I glanced over again at the reflection on the glass, she was behind me out of direct view, and she was lip reading something to me. I was here to write, and odd place to do so but the futa club was known for transgender girls. Typically the Tgirls here focused on the guys that frequented the place so I felt safe here. Often I would be left alone to do my own thing whilst a variety of things of varying sexual persuasions occurred around me, most of which I was inert too.

This girl seemed different, an intuitive feeling I had. I put my pad down and sat up. Standing on my bare feet I placed my writing pad next to my heels on the floor. I turned and stood in the opening to the room. I was looking straight at her.

She had a bimbo look, long blonde hair with gentle waves, her purple dress was tight and short well above her knee's yet barely covering her modesty. Her breasts were large yet natural.
She approached me slowly stopping close to me. I could smell her scent, I could feel her breath, and I was motionless. She whispered something sweet, her voice was soft and sensual, no Tgirl here.

My typical brandish self was quiet, she touched me on the breast softly, and I felt tingles in my toes. I was drawn to her but I didn’t know why. She placed her free hand on my hip and kissed me. It was a kiss like no other, I felt her passion, I moved to her our bodies touched.
She took my hand and led me off to a room to my right. Walking into the darkened room a bed sat in the centre, she pushed my up against the wall. Moving towards me our lips touched each other, our bodies become glued. I slipped my leg up her leg, she felt so dominant.

I ran my fingers along her back; I felt a bump in her pelvis against me. I opened my eye slightly. It became larger and more pointed; with each touch it became larger. I pulled back looked at her, she smiled. I became puzzled, she had no Adams apple, and her voice was soft and feminine.
I dropped to my knees, slipping her dress up; I pulled her white panties down. I saw the strangest thing. It was like her love button was growing into something resembling a natural strap on.

I touched her, I heard a gentle moan, my touch became more pronounced. I opened my mouth and guided her into me. I felt her hands fondling my hair. I stood up, she lay on the bed, I lowered myself onto her. I felt the rush as she first entered me gently. I bit my lip, I lifted my skirt, I rocked my hips on her.

Together we danced a passionate dance; the music we made together was breath taking. The chorus consisted of one vowel.

I lost sense of time and surroundings. After a series of high notes I praised god and collapsed on top of her. I rolled over, feeling like a rag doll, she gathered herself and walked towards the door. Stopping at the door she placed her hand on the door frame and looked at me.
I was speechless, not having said a word only a succession of vowels, sung in tune with her. I'd felt more passion in the time with her than I had in a long time. She smiled, and looked the complete woman again.

I tried to speak but I was breathless and in complete shock at what just happened.
My strange companion, opened her mouth and said to me in a soft voice

“Funtari sweetie in case you’re wondering”

I thought to myself must Google it.

Oz

'Beauty Princess Cometh"

Sitting around the fire comfortably on a nice couch, one of those "L" shaped couches, I was wondering why I was brought here. I wasn't alone, I was in the presence of two fine gentlemen or so it seemed. One I already knew he seemed like a sweet guy, his friend I wasn't so sure about.

I was invited here by my friend known to me as Sebastian. Sebastian explained to me I was in a place known as Beauty, I was sitting in a wooden building, three floors, it was known as the INN. It looked like everything was in the 1800's period, the chandeliers, the ornaments on the side board and the tapestries.

Resting with my leather boots and Demin half cut pants I was looking out of period, my two companions where well suited. Sebastian s friend stare was like and x-ray machine, I could tell he was undressing me. He introduced himself as the Duke.

He spoke "Have you read any Anne Rice Novel s?

I replied "Honey I don't even read the TV Guide."

I could feel a story coming my way. The Duke explained nobility, Count's, Marquis, Dukes, Duchess's and Princess's and the of course the monarch being the Queen.

I instantly thought, a princess that would suit me to a tea. I was taken back though when it was explained to me that Princess's and Princes are viewed upon as tributes. They are often sent to beauty from kingdom's far away to be trained or refined by the noble's.

I quipped, "Love to see them attempt to train me."

The Duke extended the invitation, I declined. Sebastian explained how Princess's are to present themselves without costume i.e. Naked. "Just how the Queen likes to view her lovely Princess's", the Duke added.

Sebastian was quick to warn me about the Queen, her tendency to take possession of princess's of her liking. My ears pricked, my devious little brain had clicked into gear, telling not to annoy someone of apparent nobility was like inviting me too.

The little red devil sitting on my shoulder was excited. I bid farewell to my companions for now, I was non committal to their invitation. The Good Count, Bad Duke routine these guys where playing in front of me was one I wanted to exploit.

I returned a day later, standing at the large wooden doors to the INN. It was cold, a horse and carriage in a snow filled the courtyard behind me. I was naked to a point. A bright Shinny collar, and dressed in a full set of Kajira Jewels. I had Golden ornaments covering my nipples with a ruby red jewel in the centre of each, a golden chain between each.

I had a Tiara, gold with sparking red rubies set into it. I looked every bit the Beautiful Princess, but totally naked from the waist down. I felt nervous I could hear the banter inside from the nobles inside. I was cold standing outside I could feel the cold biting into my skin.

I open the door and took four steps inside letting the door close behind me. I could see the inn keeper sitting on her knee's near the fire, nobles sat lazily on the couch. A princess sat on her knees near the Inn keeper.

Now princess Ozzie would sound weird, but before I could think, a well dressed lady introduced herself looking over the back rest on the couch as the Duchess. She was the Queen's sister I later found out. Her eyes fixed on my naked body; it was a look of lust. I thought to myself "oh crap" princesses are trained by both Genders "

I twitched my toe's, introduced myself as Princess Cometh, trouble had come to beauty in the form the bad girl, in the weeks that followed I would certainly do some training of my own, little did they know, I was about to turn this place upside down, and have a giggle doing so.

Oz.x