A tall angular step-pyramid of books on a desk on an Autumn afternoon. The base consists of the big black gold-embossed board-bound fancy Thames & Hudson editions of The Anglo Saxons, The Flowering of the Middle Ages, The Medicis. Then more colourful steps, narrowing with modernity, Matisse, Schiele, Toulouse Lautrec. The structure is topped off … Continue reading Sexual Engineering 2: Test to Destruction.
There is a particular way in which Cecilia's belly hangs when she's on all fours. A slow beautiful double curve from rib to navel and c-section, it gives soft and fleshy emphasis to the breadth between her hip-bones and leads the eye to the soft inviting triangle of her muff, and the slotted gap between … Continue reading Sexual Engineering I: Construction.
Cecilia's wardrobe contains many dresses, many confections, many costumes. Colours, birds, beasts and trees and grasses, sky and sea. All the worlds and characters that she puts on. Some squeeze and primp, while others drift and sweep. Many, most indeed, she made herself. These she prefers for the most part, and knows their power. She's … Continue reading Taste of Glory: Filthy, Part IV.
Alone in the big bed upstairs Cecilia gazes at the ceiling and listens to the crows rattling about on the roof. She thinks of the strong hands that built it, that fitted notch and post and tongue and groove, and thus thinks of not just ceilings and roofs and crows but hands and notches, posts, … Continue reading Tongue and Groove: Filthy, Part III