Rough Brocade

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darkmaas
darkmaas
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Sophie smiles
and spreads her thighs.

Perched on the sofa's back
like some disheveled vulture
shoulders pressing against cool plaster
so she can see her sex
in the mirror facing.

She holds her breath.

The only sound
the gentle slurp that fingers make
in molten folds of flesh engorged.

Eyes wide but now sightless
she grunts
then gently slides
down rough brocade.


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kitten1964kitten1964over 10 years ago
Stunning imagery

even if I'm not a fan of people grunting during sexual ecstasy - they may do it, but still.

+5 for the images though - I'll never look at a brocade couch the same way again.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 10 years ago
5ed

disheveled vulture

cool plaster

cool and unusual sonic combo

molten folds of flesh engorged.

here too

DesejoDesejoover 10 years ago

I agree with todski - not sure about the grunt. She sighs? She gasps? Maybe not the effect you were looking for. Also not sure if you need shoulders in the second line, it's implied. Still an excellent write and an interesting situation.

todski28todski28over 10 years ago
Some sexy images

Here. I read a lot of your work since seeing your interview in the forum, your style is awesome. Inly thing I didn't like was the line

she grunts

there again just about everything else has been done ad-nauseum worthy of a five from me.