There I stood. My eyes misting over as the night followed suit. He stood before me, head tilted slightly, the shadows playing along his jaw line. My heart beat faster and I had a hard time breathing. Did he see me as reality. Or merely a figment of his frenzied imagination. Ours was a past filled with memories. Sweet dark moments, tangled in satin sheets. Whispered fantasies and fulfilled desires. 

Never could I remember a more erotic time in my life. Never had I felt so much the woman. Never had I loved so strongly. 

His eyes sought mine. The moonlight crept behind clouds and he merged with the shadows again. My heart went with the darkness of his shaded hiding spot. He knew I knew he was there. A dance around the bush to delay what must come. Conjoined souls didn't separate, they merely stretched the bonds to their limit until the souls merged again...through time. 

And here we were. Once again. Desires washing over me. Pushing me. Shoving me. Haunting me. And as the universe decreed, I acted upon them. The passion grew in relation to his distance from me. I felt him before he emerged from the shadows. The closer he came, the harder my heart pounded. My spine tingled as his energy began to move through me. Like the sting of a tattooist's needles....I welcomed and absorbed it. The ink of his energy pressed itself under my skin....taking me on a journey of remembered sensations. My body trembled and he reached out to me, taking me in his strong hold. 

That is the moment at which I knew I would die tonight. And yet I felt no fear. No sorrow. No panic. An acceptance, a welcoming began in me. I called out in my mind for the darkness to take me into its embrace. To cradle me. His hand sought my breast and as his skin touched mine beneath my shirt, my orgasm began. Contained for almost a lifetime, its force completely embraced me. 

He held me with one arm and released his hardness with his other hand. Grabbing me firmly by my waist he lifted me, moving my skirt aside. In the delirium of my trembling, I straddled his waist and pushed myself hard onto him....pushing him into my body, taking him into my soul. Again and again I moved on him, feeling his own build of power. His cock pushed hard inside me, as though reaching for my heart. We kissed, a kiss of desire so strong, the taste of blood moved between our lips. My eyes sought the heavens as I cried out his name. And through the haze of my body's response, I felt my heart stop. The orgasm continued, sweet and strong. My eyes dimmed and sight was beyond me now. 

As the waves of passion subsided, I found myself standing by a torch. Clothed in greenest velvet, purest black. I held my hands up, seeing the ring on the marriage finger. How smooth and youthful my skin looked now. No scars, no wrinkles. Only firm young skin. Raising my hands to my cheeks, I felt the tight firm skin of my face. All traces of time swept away. I began to delight in the feel of my new youth, as he stepped into the torchlight. He reached for me, taking my hand in his. His skin warm and soft. His face lovely and familiar in the light from the flame. 

"Come my love, " he whispered. "I have so much to show you here....and we have nothing but time."

Copyright 2002 - V. Drake

Views: 34

Important (read & understand)

How to Contact us:Preferred Contact point

Skype: Travelingraggyman


Email and Instant Messenger:

TravelerinBDFSM @ aol/aim;  hotmail;; live & yahoo


Travelingraggyman @ gmail and icq ***


Find us on Google+

Please vote for Our Site. You can vote once a day. Thank you for your support. just click on the badge below


10,000 votes - Platinum Award
5,000 votes - Gold Award
2,500 votes - Silver Award
1,000 votes - Bronze Award
300 votes - Pewter Award
100 votes - Copper Award

Member of the Associated  Posting System {APS}

This allows members on various sites to share information between sites and by providing a by line with the original source it credits the author with the creation.

Legal Disclaimer

***************We here at Traveling within the World are not responsible for anything posted by individual members. While the actions of one member do not reflect the intentions of the entire social network or the Network Creator, we do ask that you use good judgment when posting. If something is considered to be inappropriate it will be removed


This site is strictly an artist operational fan publication, no copyright infringement intended

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.


Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.


Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

© 2023   Created by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service