Thursday, June 30, 2005


"I can dance here in public, if I want to," the damsel in white exclaimed by snapping her delicate fingers. She unfurled the lavender matting, stepped upon it and began her motions. Men stopped and drooled. Women fretted and frothed. Both sexes knew that no one could move like that, not in the natural way of muscles. The damsel appeared intensely concentrated on her motions, but she perceived minutely the entirety of those around her. She even knew intuitively which of the onlookers she would take with her when it came time to return. Her body began talking to one of the men she saw. "These motions are for you," her body told him. He understood and smiled back a suave declaration of physical lust, acknowledging the body she used. When the dance was over she beaconed him to join her on the tiny carpet she stood on. The rug lifted and soared into the air, bringing them to her kingdom where she reigned as princess, one whose hobby was the collection of men. In a night that had no need for words she enjoyed the new addition to her collection. When it was over he uttered chains of, "I love you, I love you." But she had decided the togetherness was an incident denouemented and closed, had him led to the harem room to be with the rest of the men gathering dust in her collection. In their idle time together the men found they had one thing in common. None of them could say "I love you" with body language.

Story #247

16 comments:

Rhoda IV said...

I love this, I love this...

wala said...

is there a map to this harem room? i want to be part of her collection.

Jamie Dawn said...

It's so good to be back!!!
She will have to keep dancing and looking for just the right guy. The ones she's encountered so far just haven't met her standards. She's looking for atleast an equal. It's a tall order, but she'll just have to keep hoping.
My daughter and I have returned from our trip to Asia. I've posted a link to pictures. Hope you stop by.

Doug said...

Something happened to her on the way to the Church. "This is going to be the best day of my life," she had thought, for the four-thousandth time in four months since he proposed. "My hair will never be so finely made. My skin never again glow like this. Nothing will ever again arouse me like the thought of tonight."

She'd stopped there, as soon as she left the train station, still running to meet her sister who would put on the make-up before Wagner played. She didn't want to think of the long decline that would start that next morning. Anticipation was her wedding cake, hope and faith her champagne. months later a commuter-they all knew her if not by name- had placed a lilac rug under her, wondering if that had been one of her colors.

Tom & Icy said...

Hey, man, this would have been a great opportunity to use a couple of your favorite words: gesticulated and nuances -- just kidding. It was very sensual and visual. A unique twist with the role playing thing.

Michael said...

Julie was a show off. Landing her magic carpet while standing required some fancy footwork.

Suzi said...

I dig the story today. Nice!

Rachel said...

WONDERFUL

Courtney said...

Hey Indeterminacy!!!! I'm back. Loved reading your blog again.

Indeterminacy said...

Comadose: I'm always happy to please a lady.

Monster Spank: I think I'd be bored sitting in that harem. It looks like she just leaves her men there and never comes back to them.

Jamie: I look forward to reading all your coming posts about the trip. Already saw the photos. Great and wish I could follow in your footsteps someday.

Doug: That is just plain poetic. *speechless*

Tom & Icy: I'm sure I have words I'm using too often. Wish I could do a lexicological analysis of all my posts and find out what they are.

Michael: It's not as easy as it looks ;-)

Suzi: Thank you for stopping by. I've seen you a lot in that blog battle thing. You're the blog that keeps beating me!

Mme Jennings: Thank you

Courtney: Last but not least, I'm happy you found something you enjoyed. You know I'm looking forward to your next posts. But now I'm going away for two weeks and may not have a chance to follow my blogs.

The Mushroom said...

We can dance if we want to
We can leave your world behind
'Cuz your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance, well...
they're no friends of mine.

We can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind.

And we can dance...

-Safety Dance : Men Without Hats

SeizeTheNite said...

That was wonderful...

Maxwell Rygiol said...

Thanks for the comment on my page. I really like your blog, and I usually vote for it in the battles too :) Keep up the good work.

arthur decko said...

i know i don't comment on every one of your stories, but if i did, each comment would be something along the lines of "damn, you are so creative and write so well and i admire you and you kick major ass and what is really amazing is, you never get old and you keep it fresh and you dont' seem to burn out."

but that would be a boring comment on each post, so, i don't do that...

Indeterminacy said...

Mushroom: I think the first line of the story is my brain throwing out a jumbled version of the song. Anyhow, I do remember the song. It was cycling in MTV at the time I was an MTV addict. Now go work out when that was.

Seize the Night: Thank you for stopping by. Did I already mention I linked to you?

Maxwell: I've just added a link to you a few minutes ago.

Arthur: Thanks for these really nice comments. It does mean a lot to hear that the stories are still working. Keeping them fresh and original is a big issue with me. If it looks to me like I can't do it anymore I'll probably just stop for a while.

Everyone: I promise I'll organize my links a little (no a lot) better than they are now. Organize them by themes or something. Why do there have to be so many great blogs out there? Also: I've reposted last weekend's stories at indeterminacies.

fluff said...

I saw those folks in Prague, they were truly mindblowing. I went as close as I could to one of them, a silver male, he was standing on some podium, so I couldn't see his eyes well but after a some staring at him strongly, finally I decided he was a statue. that was when he moved. I loved Prague.

good story, Indie!