Yoru's silky nipple sparkled in the moonlight
Although possessing only the lowly status of a dancing girl, Yoru bribed herself deep into the enemy camp with her body. Encountering ferocious warriors at every step, who without exception instantly lusted her, she steadily seduced her way to the royal tent of the Emperor himself.
The emperor had heard of Yoru's erotic dancing, and bid his officers erect a dancing pole for her in his war tent, that he may see how she orgasmed repeatedly on the unyielding rod.
At the moment he ordered her to dance, Yoru dropped a strap of her silk blouse from her shoulder to expose the pink nipple of a single breast. The emperor slipped into a sexual reverie, not noticing she had disobeyed. He was almost hers.
"Darling Emperor," whispered Yoru, handing him a coil of ropes, "I will dance for you, and make erotic love with you, but you must promise to bind my wrists high on the pole, stretch my breasts and body, and lick my pussy until I beg you thrice to fuck me."
The emperor was a man of legendary strength and caution, but from that moment Yoru was his Mistress.
(Writer's note:)
"Silks," by Sylvia Fitzpatrick (Alanis Gallery), is a shimmering portrait of a woman's upper body clad in a silk slip. The silvery highlights on her creamy skin blend erotically with the ivory garment in the moonlight, making the scene surreal, seductive, the exquisite creases of silk evoking the woman's delicate folds of flesh hidden between her thighs below.
I knew at once her bare breast would blend perfectly into an erotic story I wrote about a dangerous dancing girl. In the story, a hostile emperor captures Yoru, but when he commands her to dance, she "drops a strap of the silk blouse from her shoulder to expose the pink nipple of a single breast, and at the sight of such soft sensuality, the emperor slipped into a sexual reverie, not noticing she had disobeyed."
In this close-up of both breasts, "Silks" depicts the pivotal moment in an infamous night of love with an artful assassin whore.The nipple of the silk-clad breast sparkles in the moonlight, while the triply curving, naked slopes of the shoulder, chest, and exposed breast symbolize the tender, inevitable fall of a surrendered woman, her neck taut, arcing to kiss and kill her enemy lover.
(This note, entitled Sylvia Fitzpatrick's 'Silks' - critique by Yoru Lamourfou, was short-listed and chosen a winner of the ALANIS GALLERY SENSUAL IMAGES "Alanis Challenge" writing competition.)
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