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8:55 p.m. - 2004-09-12

femme as fuck

We make such a pretty picture, all swishing skirts and tight-laced corsets, pink cheeks and soft hands. Tumbling down into the covers, layers of netting tangle, necklaces pulled and lips bitten. Kiss lying down, then sitting up, then pushed back against the wall, hands busy all the while. Her teeth flash in the breaking dawn light as she leans forward and very deliberately bites me on the shoulder.

There is so much skirt here, two grand ballgowns to grapple with, two high-drama femmes of the theatrical kind. I kneel behind her with my lips on the back of her neck, pull at her corset strings and release her. Unbuckle the busk at the front and kiss her breasts, give in to the urge to stroke my cheeks against them, a cry in my mind: "So smooth!". I had impossibly forgotten the specificity of skin, of firm flesh, the sheer girlyness of it all. She kneels at my feet to pull off my boots, four-inch PVC heels land heavily with a thud on the other side of the room.

She makes me shy and kind of brave, fierce and giggling. We struggle with legs thrown across thighs, hands curled onto soft upper arms, eyes and lips dancing just out of reach. I undo her bra with a single, rarely-practised move, kick our skirts off and to the side, press right up against her so our bellies brush. Our skin is marked with the long red and white lines of the corset bones.

We fuck like a kiss passed back and forth, rough and gentle and teeth and hands. Whispers and giggles and moans. Her fist, my fingers, our tongues, and bodies flung in every conceivable direction. We are pillow princesses of a fierce order, struggling for the territory of a double bed. She lands above me, knees locked, hands pressing down at my shoulders, and we kiss again in victory. Dissolve in soft laughter and wrap tight around each other, speaking quietly against the fully realised dawn. I fall asleep in awe of the china-doll perfection of her eyes and cheeks and lips.

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