The Roissy VdO Post: Performing Arts Playhouse

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SinMinx: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Performing Arts Playhouse

I would like to thank the Writers Guild for this years outstanding tribute to the art of Playwriting. Thank you to Miss Stray Cat, Master Becker, Master Mitch, Master Aquile, and Master Marq’s Cheri for being distinguished Judges.

Special thank you’s to Madame Sunni, Master Rene, Master Jonathan, and nene. I could not have done this with out you. Thank you each so much.

Thanks you’ also to Master Gavain , Master Becker, Miss Stray Cat, dream, magica, and our lovely greeters today, maia

SinMinx: The Guild members worked very hard to find this years winners and now we will learn who they are… They have decided on two. To be preformed today. Both short but I promise you very erotic, romantic, dramatic , and comedic.

SinMinx: First the category of Best Erotic Play ~ Envelope please

SinMinx: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO Ladies and Gentlemen a thrilling win…. Debutant Nene Chrome for her play “ Thank You for the Music"

“ Thank You for the Music"

Sleep.. she needed sleep! Her body so used to the crazy schedule that comes from resting, sleeping when the eyes got heavy as her fevered body worked at recovering and healing. Over the past few weeks the sweet soothing sounds of music would lull her off to sleep. Today she was looking forward to those sweet sounds once more as she lay her tired head upon the smooth soft flannel pillow case. Lashes fluttering over cheeks as the music began to play, softly sighing at the welcoming comfort of the bed. A soft smile upon her lips as the smooth and sultry DJ voice beaconed her off to sleep. This was familiar, this was soothing.. sleep would soon claim her as the melodies would weave through her dreams and send her the sweetest of visions. Her mind turning to sultry things, as they swept through her mind, the longing of times past, of things to come making her sigh softly. In the dark of the room, the rythm of the songs had her hips undulating softly, her fingers curling into the pillow, pressing closer, half trying to remain still, unable to stop the movement completely. Her smiling face pressing deeper into the pillow, urging herself to sleep, focusing on floating and not thinking as the words of the songs burned deep into her mind. The sultry nature of the songs reaching her on another level, where she could take a moment to truly hear them.. a deep groan into the pillow as she felt her belly tingle and tumble deliciously. Clamping thighs tightly together, trapping the heat, wanting to hold onto it, savor it, slipping her hands beneath the pillow.. forcing herself.. willing herself to not touch the eager flesh. Breathing rampant and heavy as she turns over. Long soft sigh through softly parted lips as the words pressed further, hips moving softly as she lay on her side.. one leg up and bent to her side, the other long and straight.. the soft kiss of air from the fan washing over limbs, suddenly acutely aware of the dampness. Shuddering softly as the natural arching of her back thrusts her breasts out,, clenching thighs tightly once more, trapping that delicious throbbing feeling. A soft moan burried in the pillow. Long ragged breath as she turns to lay on her back, pulling her knees up as the pillows get fluffed and she bites down into her lip as her fingers run over her smooth creamy and exposed thighs, the heat of the room suddenly so sultry and thick with sexual tension. Veiled eyes take in the way her fingers move over her flesh, the small goosebumps that cover her with every stroke, the hardening aching of her nipples as she watches them rise and fall with her increased panting. Groansss.. to feel this hot, this aroused now , over this.. frustration rises as she bites back down finally allowing her fingers to slip over the seams of her pink lacy boyshorts. Long exagerated breath slips past her lips as her hips tilt upwards, pressing her fingers along the centre seam, pushing it against her slit, feeling the wetness seeping through the flimsy material. Her ass rises ever so slightly, her thighs tremble as she lifts higher, finger rythmically moving of its own will, the seam rubbing deliciously against her swelling clit. Pulling her heels together as she allows her knees to fall wide, hand flat over the wet lace, moving back slowly as hips arch up to match each stroke of her hand. Bitting down harder into her lip as her breath catches , free hand creeping over her belly to reach her breast, the heat of her flesh hot on her hand, nipple achingly hard in her palm. With the changing tempo of every song dictating every movement, every stroke, pressing harder and lighter as the music sweeps over her.. a new dance... one of sensual decadence urging her body forth, to feed her desires, her wants her needs. Her fevered body moving faster, hand pressing deeper, never invading, never slipping so greedily beneath the lace... she fights the current burning within her, savouring every delving stroke, her mind imagining the sweetest of surrenders.. where the hand is no longer hers, but His, as He watches the rosy passionate glow of her cheeks, the swelling of her bottom lip as she keeps bitting back her moans, the way her thick sooty lashes flutter and fan out over her cheeks. Hips buck, moving faster as she loses herself to the image.. pressing harder as the moans and whimpers slip over her lips uncontrolled, unashamed.. gripped in the sounds teasing her ears, the thought of sleep lost as her body becomes prisoner to it's wants. Harder and faster she moves, her wet wanton flesh clenching over and over, hungry to feel that fullness.. a soft plea over her lips to the invisible lover as her raging lust tortures her, to take her, claim her, fill her and mark her with his scalding touch. A frustrated whimper as she turns and presses her now bare breasts deep into the sheets, her ass raised as she presses harder, faster, deeper.. soaking the lace further as the touch deepens, growling into the pillow. Her body gyrating, sensually dancing on the bed as her heaving chest brushes her nipples back and forth over the sheets... frantic to reach that pinacle, so close.. squirming deeply into her hand, burrying her face in the pillows as her body arches and undulates. harder, faster.. so close her mind screams.. so close..yessss pleaseeeee yessssss she hears her muted voice ringing out in her mind...now now NOW!!! as her body shudders in ripping release the aching hard clenching of her cunt bursting the cascade of passion, the pressure of desires held pouring from her as she sobs into the pillow. The slow fall of her satiated body, now wasted, tired.. floating, dazed, gulping at the air to fill her lungs as trembling body nestles once more against the now damp sheets, her hand tightly trapped between her thighs, cupping the tingling swollen flesh still encased in pink lace... soft breath expelled as she finally drifts off to sleep on the sweet sounds of the music, as the deep husky voices follow her deep into her dreams, re-living the touches, the crests and rise of passion, filling her dreams with delicious tawdryness.

- The End -

SinMinx shouts: Our next category is Best Play, This play has encompassed all of the categories delightfully.. It is a romantic, erotic, dramatic comedy. Envelope please…..

SinMinx: OOOOO Moans and Gasps in delight a brilliant Author and Playwrite …. Shouts…The winner for Best Play is…… Master Jonathan Godric for “ Worlds of Fantasy"

“ Worlds of Fantasy"

This is a work of fiction.

Belle Bardot a demoiselle at the Roissy Chateau. (Her RL name is Bessie) The part of Belle is played today by Jazz Carrasco

Bernard Depardieu a Master at the Roissy Chateau (His RL name is Fred ) The part of Bernard is played today by Johnathan Godric (Me)

Narrator, an omnipresent all knowing invisible being fed by Bessie and Fred’s desires and consciences. The part of the Narrator will be read by Johnathan Godric (Me)

Act1, Scene1 The Library at the Chateau

Belle Bardot young, fresh and radiant in a diaphanous robe of sensual silk kneels in a bracelet position by the large open fire; the library is otherwise empty. The door to the Chateau opens and dashingly handsome Bernard Depardieu dressed in an elegant morning suit enters and bounds up the stairs to the library.

Narrator: It is a cold evening in Northern Europe and Fred groans at the pain in his joints as he wheezingly pokes at the small coal fire fumbling for yet another cigarette.

Bernard Depardieu: “Hello Belle how are you girl?” Looks around and sits in his favorite chair.

Narrator: In fact Fred clicked on the chair and a blue ball appeared, he selected sit and found himself embedded in the chair; muttering he clicked the menu again and found himself three feet up in the air, exasperated and thumping his keyboard he finally remembered to turn off his AO. Bernard settled into the chair and Fred’s pulse rate began to calm again.

Bernard Depardieu: pokes out his foot and nudges the demoiselle “are you asleep girl?”

Bernard Depardieu: ( IM: you must be AFK I just said hello…smiles)

Narrator: The ping of the instant message arrival wakes Bessie with a start to the humid heat, the notebook almost sliding from her lap. Her housecoat has fallen open and her sagging breasts like spaniel’s ears hang down onto her large wrinkled stomach. Wiping away the drool that has dribbled onto her chest she reads the message.

Bessie likes Bernard he is a gentleman and such a lovely AV so she hastens to type a reply.

Belle Bardot: feels the nudge of his boot and looks up guiltily, “Oh hello Master please forgive me I was meditating; how may I serve you”

Narrator: Fred ran his tongue slowly over his dentures; he likes Belle she is always good to chat to and he lusted over that sensual AV. He could think of a few ways she could serve him but almost on cue he felt the pressure in his bladder and slowly using both sticks begins to make his way to the bathroom grumbling about his blasted prostate.

Bernard Depardieu: ((brb, phone))

Bernard Depardieu: ((Back)) reaches out to lightly finger her hair “what a delightful Dem you are; you can fetch me a cognac thank you Belle”

Belle Bardot: ((Wb Master)) “Yes Master a cognac; right away”. Rising gracefully to her feet her full breasts swaying gently beneath the translucent silk she trails her hand slowly over his thighs as she moves to the bar.

Narrator: Bessie raises her leg onto the nearby chair to ease the discomfort in her varicose veins as she searches for a cognac serve she can cut and paste. Meanwhile Fred scratches his crutch as he thinks of ways to get Belle naked and begging to be used.

Belle Bardot: selects a fine balloon glass then looks for the cognac. Sees the bottle on the high shelf and stretches high to reach it, her robes falling open to reveal her smooth sensual figure. Pouring a generous measure into the glass she returns to kneel at his feet.

Bernard Depardieu: moistens his lips as he admires her beauty, marveling that such an attractive creature should choose to kneel at his feet.

Narrator: Fred feels a certain discomfort and leans sideways to break wind regretting the hot vindaloo curry he had eaten for lunch.

Belle Bardot: presses the glass to her breasts before offering it to the handsome Master her eyelids fluttering seductively “your cognac Master may it please you”

Narrator: Bessie was feeling bored, she had spent her life serving in endless bars and dinners, this was not what she wanted in SL; she closed her eyes and imagined being ravished by someone as young and handsome as Bernard. It was hot, she felt hot…how she wished he would get on with it!!

Bernard Depardieu: smiles as he takes the glass then suddenly drops it onto his trousers! “YOU CLUMSY GIRL” he shouts “look what you have done…by god you will be punished for this”

Narrator: Fred was quiet pleased with his ploy and felt a stirring of interest in his groin; like an old dog being offered an old bone…. Bessie meanwhile suddenly came awake her hand moving absent mindedly to her thighs. The old goat!! He was getting on with it!

Belle Bardot: gasps in horror “Oh Master please forgive me it was an accident, Belle begs forgiveness”

Bernard Depardieu: Jumps to his feet “You will beg girl but there will be no forgiveness” snatching her arm he rips away the flimsy silk dragging her now naked body to the post.

Belle Bardot: gasps as the cool air hits her naked flesh her nipples responding immediately she feels a deep excitement a tingling of anticipation as he roughly drags her Belle Bardot: gasps as the cool air hits her naked flesh her nipples responding immediately she feels a deep excitement a tingling of anticipation as he roughly drags her to the post.

Narrator: Fred was beginning to breath quite heavy now as he unfastened his trousers it was a good thing he had remembered to take a Viagra before logging on it seemed to be working quiet well. Bessie wriggled feeling the hot flush move down her body her pulse rising as her fingers began to caress.

Bernard Depardieu: Swiftly he ties her to the pole thrusting her legs apart as his fingers plunder her glistening sex…

Belle Bardot: eyes widen as with indrawn breath she feels his rough fingers penetrate her delicate flower; feeling contractions deep in her stomach as she thrusts her hips forward ridding his thrusting fingers…

Narrator: Freds eyes look glazed as his hand moves faster and faster breathing heavily, ignoring the tightening discomfort in his chest as he pumps his throbbing shaft…. Belle leans back her fingers slippery as she plays her clitoris; panting and shaking her head to try to remove the burning headache…

Bernard Depardieu: Removes his fingers to rip open his trousers and free his hugh throbbing penis…gripping her breast hard he lurches forward and thrusts deep into her hot slippery pussy…grunting his pleasure….

Belle Bardot: screams as he thrusts deep feeling her tender flesh torn apart by his savagery….

Narrator: Somewhere in Northern Europe Fred’s chest explodes in agonizing pain…a flash of brilliant blinding white then ….darkness. In Florida the major artery in Bessies brain, weakened for so long, ruptures with the increased pressure…. a flash of brilliant blinding white then ….darkness.

ohnathan Godric: Narrator: In the Chateau Library… two sad figures continue to jerk and move in an endless animated dance…. Whilst somewhere…. in a Third Life… Handsome, Dashing, Bernard leans down from his magnificent white charger to lift the lovely, young, sensual Belle onto the saddle in front of him.

Narrator: Cradling her in his strong arms; gazing deeply into each others eyes they ride off into an endless sunset.

THE END..............or......... the beginning...................

SinMinx: Thank you all for celebrating these two brilliant Authors and their plays, please feel free to congratulate them now if you wish.