Isn’t it great? I would read Truman Capote writing about anything. What a genius. And ultimately, what a compassionate person, even unto his own flaws. (See the essay collection, Music For Chameleons. I had to go to Wikipedia to remember the title. Goodness, his life is a fascinating cautionary tale. But what a writer he was, and remains!)
Oct 21, 2023·edited Oct 21, 2023Liked by Nina Schuyler
I couldn’t follow the pattern blow for blow, but I might try again!
After a close brush with lips, followed by a sweaty, fleshy, overheated and over-extended exclamation point of thrashing about Nicole, now an innately immutable disconsolate question mark, quickly precipitates from a liquid state of flow out to her more normal position of solid despair.
The left branching sentence coupled with the mid-branching creates such suspense. I'm reading on to find out about Nicole, and gathering clues about her along the way, guessing what has happened to her.
After it, the exhilarating, rippling, spasmodic pleasure, the orgasm tapered itself out, turning the hot fire in her belly and thighs into a languid dullness in her thighs and back.
Loved reading this book though it is chilling.
Isn’t it great? I would read Truman Capote writing about anything. What a genius. And ultimately, what a compassionate person, even unto his own flaws. (See the essay collection, Music For Chameleons. I had to go to Wikipedia to remember the title. Goodness, his life is a fascinating cautionary tale. But what a writer he was, and remains!)
I couldn’t follow the pattern blow for blow, but I might try again!
After a close brush with lips, followed by a sweaty, fleshy, overheated and over-extended exclamation point of thrashing about Nicole, now an innately immutable disconsolate question mark, quickly precipitates from a liquid state of flow out to her more normal position of solid despair.
The left branching sentence coupled with the mid-branching creates such suspense. I'm reading on to find out about Nicole, and gathering clues about her along the way, guessing what has happened to her.
After it, the exhilarating, rippling, spasmodic pleasure, the orgasm tapered itself out, turning the hot fire in her belly and thighs into a languid dullness in her thighs and back.
not sold yet .. will be back - like a tarpon has a look.. or even bumps the bone fishing fly