The New Slave-an erotic tale set in 1800′s Jamaica

Photographer-Johnny Lopera

This is a photo story-an exercise in erotic writing where I am inspired by a photograph and create a scenario around it.

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Frayed chords bound him to me… law, ownership, payment. It was the way it was. The vanquished served us in whatever capacity was required, but I knew what others denied. This way was passing. The slave would be free, and he would be mine no more.

Normally I would not happen to be at the docks when they arrived. This was not the domain of women, but now, the responsibilities of the plantation were thrust upon me and I needed more workers. At the settlement, where rules and tiresome society flourished, I dared not even glance at him, but now, as we rest after the long climb up the deeply wooded hills, jealously I watch as the soft ocean breeze brushes her curled tongue up the tender skin of his thigh. The angled furrow tracing down from his hip leads to pleasures denied me, though many a slave master takes his.

My mouth, my lips, my loins moisten and melt like butter in the hot tropical sun. I know he feels the heat of my gaze as flushes of excitement spread through his tensing body, nipples erect, alert.

I could have his flesh… I could walk behind him, take my stock and inspect him, running it slowly up his inner thigh, over muscled ridges to the small of his back. Yes, I could inspect him, brushing the erect nipple and the soft inner arm, and commanding, with a lifting of the stock under his hands, a full inspection. An inspection that will require tasting and smelling and feasting and dining. But every bite has consequences, and this dish is all cream and cocoa and intoxicating liquor…something I’d love to slide my lips into and swallow down hard on, but not here, not now. This track is not a good place. Other servants are here, society passes occasionally.

I slip behind the cover of nearby undergrowth to have a pee, releasing my pent up parts to the cool mountain air. A wild animal boldness compels me and unquestioningly I remove the drawers that cover me to the knee. Quickly I bury them in the leaf litter and delight as each step sends flickers of cold air rushing under my skirt to tease me. I mount my steed and command the slave be tied to my saddle. Letting the others lead, I slow to a gentle pace, rocking and positioning my loins so that with each step a flicker of pleasure shoots deep inside me, stirring my breasts to ache for more.

It delights me that he sees my pleasure, the torsion of my hips just inches away. Safe now from prying eyes, I lift my skirt, holding it high under both arms so the arching and opening cleavage of plump white buttocks in clearly visible. The saddle is smooth and slides now with silky wetness beneath my hungry flesh. The fragrance of love, warm, musky and sweet, potently alluring creates a greedy hunger in his lips and loins. He bites then slides deeply into the crevasse of white flesh, breathing deeply, as to be soaked with the scent and fill every pore. I lead the horse behind and into a clearing. His kisses more urgent cover my thigh and I turn to let him reach the heat of my passion. A long hard tongue penetrates while moist lips softly brush places of ecstatic pleasure have not known. Faint and disoriented, all time and space cease to exist for me. Rising…rising… no sight, no sound, no other awareness but the magnitude of this rising pleasure. A cry, a groan escape with the cascading release, a pounding that fills my womb and head and leaves me exhausted, sliding, crumpled to the soft forest floor.

“Maam, Maam, are you alright?” My servants had returned at the sound of my cry. Disoriented, thankfully covered, my head quickly cleared. “It must be the heat, I must have fainted. Thankyou Jimmy, I’m fine…maybe some water”. I still had not seen his face, my new slave, and I would not look at it now, nor perhaps for some time to come, but I would command him to me again, soon. In the darkness I will taste him and dine and have my fill of pleasure while I can.

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~ by Songbird on October 14, 2008.