Antumbra
Slowly she stretched, waking up, pushing on the boundaries of self. As she woke the light and the dark were balanced; with her eyes closed neither was in ascendance. She focussed on her skin and tasted the day. A sense of coolness, the day call rang out sullenly.
Tzili pushed, it was her day. Shadow was in ascendance. One of the few days in the calendar that she had the opportunity to turn Ilizt’s world upside down. Eyes opened, she slid sinuously out of the bed. So many possibilities on offer to fit into this eclipse, as all norms are turned inside out.
Opening the wardrobe she flicked aside the light, the bright and the soft garments, reaching to the back she pulled out the skin tight black leather. Slithering into the butter soft leather, tightly lacing the corset, she pulled on boots with sharp pointed stiletto heels. She sauntered to the mirror; with a wicked smile she greeted herself “Hello, Tzili, welcome back to the world”
Penumbra
The streets of Viskyne had a dark look about them. Eclispe, called all the shadow out to play. Tzili knew where she wanted to go. Stimulation was the call rushing through her blood and the Absinthe Palace was the place she would find it. A short carriage ride and she arrived at her sin of choice. It was such an unpretentious, ordinary facade to hide so many extraordinary sensations. The doors opened as she strolled up the steps, Caerus was on the door
“Tzili my love so good to see you, opportunity awaits.”
Tzili sashayed forward, adding an extra swing to her hips; she drifted her hand down Caerus’ face “Only you on offer Caerus or maybe something a little more? “she purred
“Tzili, Tzili, so much, much more”
At the door of the main lounge Tzili posed before entering, taking the opportunity to scope out the playground.
Umbra
With Tzili’s willing participation The Green Lady played hard.
La Fee Verte’s kisses where not the only kisses Tzili received, poets and artists shared her freely given love. Intoxicated on her heighten senses, pleasure given and received.
Tzili’s world flowed and moved with sensuous pleasure. Hours disappeared into a haze of indulgence and pain, laughter and extravagant sophisticated ritual. Till all disappeared into the innermost dark of shadow.
Slowly she stretched, waking up, pushing the boundaries of self.
