erotica_n_s
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“As his eyes were greeted by the glorious sight of her resplendently nubile flesh, his entire being, down to the depths of his very soul, now began smarting, painfully, with the most furious – and shamelessly rapacious – desire…”
“Her pretty breasts now swelled, her nipples beginning to ache, and she blushed helplessly, her face flushed a gloriously gorgeous sunset-red, as she meekly surrendered, a powerless spectator, as the most unspeakably undignified desires, which had begun to emerge, erupt, and flow, thoroughly unimpeded, from every fibre of her flesh, now comfortably took possession of her being…”
The idea is to go for “poetically erotic”… perhaps folks will point it out if it ends up unintentionally comical…
Yeah thanks…
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The whole bizness sux. Collect a dozen good books and read them till the lessons sink in.
Good by whose standards. Mine? Yours? Pilots? The OP's?
People don't read the same shit you do and don't write the same way either. I read one Chandler novel way back when, wasn't impressed, and never read another.
Give it a rest, you're getting to be a broken record.
As an owner of breasts, I have honestly never noticed this. Parts of the breast, yes. I think sensitivity is what's noticed more than physical size. I suppose this is all dependent on the owner of the breasts.
“As his eyes were greeted by the glorious sight of her resplendently nubile flesh, his entire being...
His eyes raked her: young, pretty. He wanted her, and wanted her hard. Her head went back down, but her blush and hard nipples told him everything he needed to know.
"Georges, please, I... don't look at me like that. I've never... Please! Let go of my hair? I can't think! I'll do... Georges!"
Not comical to me, but maybe a bit overripe and "oh, just get on with it" for some readers. There will be readers who like this, though, so if it's how you like to write . . .
She was not wearing attire that could be described as “trendy”.
Her skin had the delightfully rich colour of her South Asian heritage – the colour of luscious chocolate
She did not have eyelashes complimented by mascara
Fulsome, warm cheeks
Her sharp chin was quirky, yet very cute
A graceful neck, with elegant collarbones.
Although she stood only five feet and seven inches in height, she was still blessed with a curvaceous figure.
She had a gloriously proud bosom that sat high upon her chest. Even the upper halves of her breasts had a majestic fullness, haughtily taking their place rather quickly after her collarbones.
the slow, yet lively, rising and falling of her bosom with her breathing
Her waifish waist led down into her lovely wide hip