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Daliesque by Robert - It's Like Montparnasse All Over Again

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Her beauty overwhelms me. Marked by thorns and briars, brushed raw with the silk of a thousand forgotten roses I stand trembling over her recumbent form. With a scored and stinging hand I brush away the cobweb coat of gossamer, the white and sticky stuff that has coated her sweet face, an imagined shroud for a living girl.

Her lips, plump and puckered lure me in with the tasty freshness of a wine ope in its season, aged to perfection and ripe to be enjoyed. I have braved the briars, hacked the branches, done what princes before me attempted to do without success. I have scaled the rusting castle gates, navigated the crumbling ruinous staircases past grinning skeletons leaning on rotting furnishings to reach this lonely tower, to rescue this princess lost in time.

I am a true prince and therefore a true hero.

The swell of her apple-round breasts tempts me forth, brings me to ground with longing. She will not awake if I do not kiss, so I do not. I reach out a bleeding hand and gently caress the flesh for which I have suffered. My gods! She is still warm!

Slowly, slowly I peel back her petticoats like layers of an onion. First one, then two, then many ... the puzzle of her garments seems interminable. Turning her I find that she is warm throughout, she breathes yet she sleeps on. My perfect princess. This will be our secret, yours and mine. If anyone dares ask you will think yourself a virgin auto-sodomized by her own chastity, my beautiful slumbering girl.
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Date:April 26th, 2004 03:51 pm (UTC)
ooh ....You have captured the original version very well, from the Prince's POV(which is of course so utterly different from the original, but the tone of the story is what I mean)
You appealed to my morbid sense of the grotesque and my love of all things un-disnified....and though she is not dead, the overtones of necrophilia are there to delight....such sin!
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Date:April 27th, 2004 08:32 am (UTC)

Oscar says:

Oh oh! How hard-won! How excellent, how well-put! I am delighted, I snicker-twinge, I agree, I nod throughout. Good-good god.
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Date:April 27th, 2004 10:27 am (UTC)

Re: Oscar says:

Thank you.
For some reason after I read the prompt this nasty Prince showed up in my head and said, "You KNOW it's all about me, baby!" :)
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Date:April 28th, 2004 11:01 am (UTC)
my initial response was a relaxation into the comfortable surroundings of a familiar fairy tale... but how twisted in its erotic climax... this from a true prince and hero. ::shudder:: 'twill make me think twice before dreaming of my rescuer again.
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Date:April 29th, 2004 04:01 pm (UTC)
Ah! How you delight with your stories. Such a victory and such a prize to claim, the perfect perversion of a bed-time story. I thank you much, thank you much for sharing your madness-genius as always.
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