#62.D "Better to write for yourself and have no public, than write for the public and have no self.”
Abhorration is too strong an emotion I fear, for despite my distaste for her manipulations, I am left with the acid bile of reluctant admiration. For she truly must be a woman of few morals. What whore can so freely offer the gash of her quim, or the slick cavern of her mouth, in return for title and position, yet retract all favours whence her goals are achieved? She is not worthy even of the title of whore, her icy calculations have served none but herself, and her loyalties waned once her greed was satiated.
What better way to unsully a depraved plot of such devious intricacies, than to paint it with the superficial powder and pomp of Versailles that its dilettantes would have you believe? Elegance is naught but a charade; there is no grace or majesty to her beyond the conceited poise of her visage. Beneath the tightly bound wasp of her waist, lies a sting so venomous that is it any wonder I am prone to avoid the cut of her tongue no less than the King is forced to avoid the maze of her petticoats?
I have watched her, even at the cusp of her deviance; a garden party at Versailles, the delicate flower of her act flaunted with scant humiliation. Scorned by Louis' latest distraction, she sought spiteful solace in the brave moves of a Libertine. A dangerous sordid moment spectated as I rutted into the vacuous core of a girl so well used that I gleaned little purchase. My own release spurred on by the aggression of my imagination. With every thrust of my cock, it was the tight cleft of his arse that received the fury of my passion, while she kneeled and took him in her mouth until she vomited. A whore truly reminded of her status. Where Louis had failed to assert dominance, I could.
Muse: Marquis de Sade
Fandom: RPF/Historical/Quills
Word Count: 314
Inspired by the events of this RP by rude_not_ginger and ambitious_woman, but not necessarily witnessed unless the muns are agreeable - it can be an AU event rather than actual ^^.
What better way to unsully a depraved plot of such devious intricacies, than to paint it with the superficial powder and pomp of Versailles that its dilettantes would have you believe? Elegance is naught but a charade; there is no grace or majesty to her beyond the conceited poise of her visage. Beneath the tightly bound wasp of her waist, lies a sting so venomous that is it any wonder I am prone to avoid the cut of her tongue no less than the King is forced to avoid the maze of her petticoats?
I have watched her, even at the cusp of her deviance; a garden party at Versailles, the delicate flower of her act flaunted with scant humiliation. Scorned by Louis' latest distraction, she sought spiteful solace in the brave moves of a Libertine. A dangerous sordid moment spectated as I rutted into the vacuous core of a girl so well used that I gleaned little purchase. My own release spurred on by the aggression of my imagination. With every thrust of my cock, it was the tight cleft of his arse that received the fury of my passion, while she kneeled and took him in her mouth until she vomited. A whore truly reminded of her status. Where Louis had failed to assert dominance, I could.
Muse: Marquis de Sade
Fandom: RPF/Historical/Quills
Word Count: 314
Inspired by the events of this RP by rude_not_ginger and ambitious_woman, but not necessarily witnessed unless the muns are agreeable - it can be an AU event rather than actual ^^.