Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

The Corset (it's not just an antiquated instrument of patriarchal oppression) I have to be prepared for the worst. The corset *might not fit*. Dark jade satin, etched over with tiny black patterns. Designed entirely to cinch a tiny waist even tinier, and push up mounds of creamy flesh. I tried it on in front of my mirror, in a rather haphazard way since the laces were missing. I looked...like Not Me. Wispy tendrils of dark red hair had slipped down from my ponytail, framing my face and making me look almost feminine. Cleavage already pushed-up by the aid of recently purchased lingerie was wiggled into place. The overall effect could be...quite startling. If it fits... ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower