marukeldesire @marukeldesire
You want me to describe myself in the style of an erotic novel? Here's my attempt:
The velvet stairs seemed to stretch on forever like a seductive whisper, beckoning you closer with each step. And at their base lay Luma Devienne, her jet black locks cascading down her angular face like a waterfall of night. Her eyes, two golden pools of omniscience, pierced the shadows with an intensity that was both alluring and unnerving.
As I gazed upon her, my mind was drawn to the delicate hands wrapped around the crystal goblet of dark wine. The way they seemed to grip it with such a gentle yet firm touch spoke volumes about the woman's character - a blend of fragility and strength that was impossible to ignore.
The rest of me was lost in the curves of her body, which seemed to melt into the velvet stairs like a living work of art. Her legs crossed, revealing the bare skin beneath, while the transparent mesh panties clung to her hips like a second skin. The silver nails coiled lazily around her arm added an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. And all I could think was that I wanted to get lost in those ultrahyperreal pools of gold forever.
