Reflections
A 'quick-fic' by TAFKA
Usual disclaimers and all that crap. My apologies for misspellings and mis-typings - I have the flu.
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She looked into the full-length mirror.
Pride swelled as her eyes devoured the full swell of her hips, the succulent curve of her breasts. Words lingered on her lips.
Voluptuous.
Rubenesque.
Beautiful.
Once she has cast off the shallow shackles of contemporary vanity, and looked within, she had seen a woman to be proud of. A woman who turned many heads when she revelled in her own beautific appearance. Vanity this wasn't. It was truth. The mirror simply echoed what many worshipping eyes proclaimed.
Andrea strode confidently to her wardrobe, singling out a tailored drop of charcoal crushed velvet.
She smiled.
Over the blood-red satin, it made a daring contrast. It proclaimed her confidence loudly.
Sighing as she brushed her raven locks back from her face, she considered how few had actually seen her eyes.
'Not many. My appearance screamed "Keep the fuck away from me." All design.'
The obnoxious honk of a horn interrupted her reverie.
"Andrea, the limo's here."
She allowed herself a final glance before departing.
From the layered locks to the delicate neckline of the velvet over-dress, where a single strand of hematite glittered, she was beautiful. From the black suede pixie boots to the full hemline of her ensemble, where blood-red satin peeked provocatively below the graceful charcoal velvet, she enticed.
Andrea strode confidently down the stairs, and stood confidently before her admiring escort.
"My dear, you look positively radiant tonight."
The auburn-haired man offered her his arm.
Andrea turned to him with a smile.
"Charles, you always did have exquisite taste."
A 'quick-fic' by TAFKA
Usual disclaimers and all that crap. My apologies for misspellings and mis-typings - I have the flu.
_______________________________________________________________________
She looked into the full-length mirror.
Pride swelled as her eyes devoured the full swell of her hips, the succulent curve of her breasts. Words lingered on her lips.
Voluptuous.
Rubenesque.
Beautiful.
Once she has cast off the shallow shackles of contemporary vanity, and looked within, she had seen a woman to be proud of. A woman who turned many heads when she revelled in her own beautific appearance. Vanity this wasn't. It was truth. The mirror simply echoed what many worshipping eyes proclaimed.
Andrea strode confidently to her wardrobe, singling out a tailored drop of charcoal crushed velvet.
She smiled.
Over the blood-red satin, it made a daring contrast. It proclaimed her confidence loudly.
Sighing as she brushed her raven locks back from her face, she considered how few had actually seen her eyes.
'Not many. My appearance screamed "Keep the fuck away from me." All design.'
The obnoxious honk of a horn interrupted her reverie.
"Andrea, the limo's here."
She allowed herself a final glance before departing.
From the layered locks to the delicate neckline of the velvet over-dress, where a single strand of hematite glittered, she was beautiful. From the black suede pixie boots to the full hemline of her ensemble, where blood-red satin peeked provocatively below the graceful charcoal velvet, she enticed.
Andrea strode confidently down the stairs, and stood confidently before her admiring escort.
"My dear, you look positively radiant tonight."
The auburn-haired man offered her his arm.
Andrea turned to him with a smile.
"Charles, you always did have exquisite taste."