The Chatka and Curla Chronicles - Doreen

Meanwhile, on Earth's sister planet, Gor, Doreen danced her heart away. The sensual sounds of the czehar, the chime of the tambourines, and the rushing thunder of the tabor echoed through the Curla and Chatka paga bar.  Doreen had done this many times, but never with such emotion. Her master had spoken to her in the privacy of their home, before he leashed her and took her with him. He had called her something she never thought she'd be.  She was his "love slave.

Her master sat there, having been engaged in laughter mere moments before his bowl in his grasp, but when he told her to take the sands, he fell silent.  It was he, himself, who told the musicians what to play. It was also he that announced her presence in the pit to the patrons of the establishment. He was proud of his beast; her delectable appearance had, on numerous occasion, caused him to drag her off and toss her against a wall to be used.  And her body moved then just as seductive as it did now.  A few of the slaves that worked in the Chatka and Curla watched on in awe, jealousy, and humiliation as Doreen gave a magnificent display in her dance.

She moved with such ferocity; such intensity, her heart beating furiously in her chest to the music, kicking and twirling about the sands; grains flying about with each spin. Her silks moved about her thighs, floating effortlessly around her form. The candles and lantern gleam off of her bangles as she moved. She fell to her knees, throwing her head back in a round about circle, before crying out "La Kajira," as she fell into obeisance. His slave. No. His love slave on display in the grains of the pit, and she had never felt more proud.

In tribute to the primary star of the book, "Dancer of Gor," we named this little ensemble after Doreen.  A gold trimmed vest designed to accentuate the upper curves, and a gold trimmed belted skirt made to sit well on the hips, this piece by *FS* Fashions comes in seven lovely colors.

The Pour House Tavern Tales - *Tease*

One night, at the Pour House Tavern, located in an old quiet town in the middle of Tennessee, a man looked at a woman as she stood there, circling an old chair, trailing her hand over its back.  She wore a black and white mini dress, black ribbon tied heels, and on her thigh was a white garter, laced in black, holding a Dillinger pistol.  He sat back, his drink in his hand, and did nothing more but study the girl.  Her long dark tresses cascaded over her breasts, then flailed about as she spun--sitting in the chair, kicking her leg to the side.


Echoing against the walls, "Wet" by an artist named Nicole Scher- zinger could be heard, and she moved with a purpose, showing her sensuality in a way he had never seen. She slid over the chair smoothly, teasing it, toying with it, and in the most fluid of ways, sat down, spread her thighs across the seat, and looked into his eyes. It was then he knew he would have her, as her eyes, to him, dictated that she was his.


He stood up, and made his way to her, as she stood in front of the chair, gyrating slowly.  His drink in one hand, his other free, he reached for her, but she, being the tease she was, spun about and just out of his reach.  A grin slid over her lips, and he chuckled as she waggled a finger at him to give chase. An inviting scene to watch as it became a playful game of cat-and-mouse, until she finally dipped by its side and slowly stood, only to find her hair seized by his grip, his lips near hers, and the soft growl of him proclaiming, "Mine."

Well, Nayeli and I watched this sexy display of sensual torment take place that night, and we are proud to say that we confiscated that chair, as well as a trunk, a milk stool, and a keg, and had them tested to see what kind of magic they beheld.


Introducing.. the Pour House Tavern *Tease* by Firestorm Creations. Seven animations in four low prim items, designed to ignite the lust in any one that beholds its dancer.  In Trunk, Milk Stool, Chair and Keg form, it is sure to delight, not only the dancer, but the voyeur as well.