Seventh Veil

When she reached the Seventh Veil,

knowing how to make a

pause pregnant, she merely

swayed to unheard music, rising on the

balls of her bare feet, her

navel jewel catching the light, her

hands pirouetting above her head,

drawing his eyes to her

tautened tits, then a

slow glissando, a

shush of skirt on skin,

naked silence.

(Inspiration and gorgeous image by kind permission of  http://holden-and-camille.com/ with many thanks!)

Rubicon Illustrated

That strange taste haunted her throughout the
long school day, despite her initial
revulsion—just a hint behind the
toothpaste and breakfast, the shivery
ghost of an experience she knew had
carried her across a deep invisible
Rubicon into a strange land open to
conquest:  the land of Men, in which
bizarrely the young woman on her knees could
exercise such unexpected power.


Image courtesy of Holden and Camille (http://holden-and-camille.com/) with their express permission, and please respect their copyright in this wonderful image. My enormous thanks to both of them :)