When She Unknowingly Sculpts a Masterpiece in Silk

Album NO.676

Description

You see her sitting there, in a space flooded with light. She just leans forward, gently touching a flower. But that innocent lean is a death sentence for the white silk. It's held back by the leather chair, stretched to its utmost limit over her round buttocks, becoming a surface as taut and glossy as a pearl. Folds gather near her spine like waves whispering confessions of sin. Your mind reels. You can almost hear the soft hiss of silk rubbing against the leather surface, a forbidden and mesmerizing sound. You just want to walk over, place one hand on the chair's shoulder, and let the other 'accidentally' glide across the dazzling highlight on that taut silk surface. She remains engrossed with the flower, completely unaware that she has just become an immortal masterpiece in your private world.