"Which is why there are only eleven [long-stemmed roses] in the vase this morning; the 12th was dragged all over her body after I stripped her clothes off, the soft petals tickling her nipples and hips and inner thighs and cunt, then the long stem used as a makeshift cane on her inner thighs.
It didn’t last that long—it broke in two places before I could really get her warmed up and start delivering some harder swats. I don’t think I left any marks from the rose, but some gentle welts on her inner thighs were a bit raised last night. And this morning I noticed a couple handprint-shaped bruises on the backs of her thighs."
What a beautiful image, Sinclair. I can't think of a better way to make use of a long-stemmed rose. Check out the rest of his piece here. (Also, I wish there was a picture of the butternut squash ravioli! That's one of my favorite dishes. I had it at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, and I still crave it when the breezes hit in the fall.)
Zomg. Just came back to reread this. Because I just got way excited...because I get to meet Sinclair on Saturday!!! I just found out. And now I'll just be thinking about roses.
ReplyDeleteWhere are you meeting him? Sinclair is such a sweetheart. I respect him very much as a writer, but also because he does such amazing sex-positive work. I went to workshop (Celebrating the Body Erotic) last November that with him at a place called Easton Mountain outside of Albany. They do 2-3 workshops a year, and if you're interested you should ask him about them -- they're incredible. He helps facilitate the workshops. I can tell you more, too.
ReplyDeleteHe's doing a workshop here, at my school. I'll have to tell you all about it. Fuckin' wench from the LGBT group here didn't respond to my email though. I don't care if I have to pretend to be a reporter...I'm going. :)
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