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| The Expedition 24 crew on the International Space Station photographed this image of polar mesospheric clouds illuminated by an orbital sunrise. Polar mesospheric, or noctilucent ("night shining"), clouds usually are seen at twilight, following the setting of the sun below the horizon and darkening of Earth's surface. Occasionally the station's orbital track becomes nearly parallel to Earth's day/night terminator for a time, allowing the clouds to be visible to the crew at times other than the usual twilight because of the station's altitude. This photograph shows polar mesospheric clouds illuminated by the rising, rather than setting, sun at center right. Low clouds on the horizon appear yellow and orange, while higher clouds and aerosols are illuminated a brilliant white. Polar mesospheric clouds appear as light blue ribbons extending across the top of the image. The station was located over the Greek island of Kos in the Aegean Sea (near the southwestern coastline of Turkey) when the image was taken at approximately midnight local time. The orbital complex was tracking northeastward, nearly parallel to the terminator, making it possible to observe an apparent "sunrise" located almost due north. A similar unusual alignment of the ISS orbit track, terminator position and seasonal position of Earth's orbit around the sun allowed for this striking imagery of over the Southern Hemisphere. Image Credit: NASA... |
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| Fiction - XenErotica | |
| Sunday, 10 May 2009 11:30 | |
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proceed at your own risk Windshift
By Lisa Jain Thompson
© 1998 & 2009
The wind shifted and the campfire smoke drifted out to the trees where the Warrior Princess was strung. Her lungs convulsed her tired naked body into wakefulness. As the dark fumes burned her half-opened eyes, she struggled to a rasp:
A woman's sharp biting voice:
Xena struggled for release only to find herself securely tied spread eagle with supple leather bonds. The smoke choked by throat and eyes, obscuring her unidentified captor.
A moan escaped the warrior's throat even as she tried to suppress it.
A whip hissed through the air and kissed Xena's ribs, releasing a soft cry from Warrior's lips.
A louder cry.
As Xena's body shuddered and betrayed her even as she tried to break her bonds, Gabriel wandered over an checked the constraints to make sure they were still secure, tightening each one, spreading Xena further.
Moving over near the now smoldering campfire, Gabrielle reached into her bag and removed a leather harness and large hand carved ivory dildo worn smooth with use.
Xena's eyes widened.
Gabrielle moved over next to the leather bound warrior princess, tightened the winches that held Xena's ankles until the dark one's strong legs paralleled the upward tilt of her arms.
Gabrielle smiled, then added,
Gabrielle secured the ivory totem to the harness which she then fastened to her thigh.
Gabrielle moved closer to the bound and waiting warrior and slipped a finger within to test Xena's wetness.
Gabrielle paused, taking care to run her fingers between Xena's breasts, then added
Gabrielle's tongued flicked over Xena's warm womanhood. As a shiver ran up Xena's body, Gabrielle sucked gently, and then bit the soft flesh until Xena convulsed.
Gabrielle laughed,
As Xena's breath caught loudly, Gabrielle placed her leg between Xena's thighs and thrust the ivory deep within her. A scream. Again. Sobs, cries. Again. Again.
Images drop unbidden across the Warrior's mind as she slips through her reality in and out of time:
Fire burning cross the resistant village/a girl holding her mother, looking up at her conqueror, blood dripping from her sword/her men sending bodies scattered limb twisted across the earth/the dagger plunging into Callisto as Gabrielle falls headlong, lost hopelessly into the gulf/an infinite beach horizon lined with crosses as she looks down upon the Romans/Gabrielle on the cross beside her as the sword enters -- a scream echoes inside her skull: That hasn't happened yet! I can still change that. Let me change it! Let me ....
Her body tumbles out of consciousness as her throat cries out:
And then only the moans and great sobs for air as her body surrenders to what she most desired.
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