So Last Year...

The following extracts come from the love scene in my upcoming novel, The Untarnished Beauty of the Unbridled Soul. My prospective publisher, who is a libidinous member of the Church of Satan, has suggested I insert a lengthy sex scene, as the libido is "the ultimate driving force of the world." Here are some samples of the racy, sixteen-paged scene. Rapshaldeo has revealed himself to the 'girl of his dreams', Miranda. She is so overawed by his radiant beauty that she falls immediately in love with him. Making love becomes imperative.

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Waltzing in a shuffle of heavy breathing and chapping lips, the new-born lovers stumble through the fine oak doors of Rapshaldeo's bedroom. Halting momentarily, Rapshaldeo pulls her curved figure close, as their tongues playfully become acquainted. He courses his hand through her soft auburn hair, before forcefully tugging it back. He purveys the elegant contours of her neck, delineated by her taut, translucent skin. Planting kisses beneath her jawline, he seeks out sensitive spots with finesse. His masterful hands find the zip on the back of her tightly fitted dress, and he begins to unwrap her. Drawing the dress down her smooth shoulders, she purrs, basking in the fulfilment of her desire to be naked in front of him. Her dress slinks to the floor. Rapshaldeo pauses for a moment to admire her body — her pert, voluptuous breasts, wanting to escape her brassiere; her sleek stomach; the frilled panties packed tightly between her legs; her firm, smooth thighs that part all the way up; her calves, raised into sculpted form by her stilettoed heels. He pulls her near again, sampling her back with his hands. Miranda runs her hands through his fine locks of hair and strokes his neck, which she then proceeds to sample with her soft pink lips. She draws in his masculine smell and urgent sensations pulsate through her body. Pushing him back, she steps effortlessly out of her dress. The polyester material sits as stylishly on the ground as it did on her curved figure. The bright blue colour of the material attracted the eye of Rapshaldeo, though that was only one of the reasons she bought it. She was particularly impressed by the blocked 20s style when she saw it in a window display. The structured fabric and contrasting black at the lines of the dress work well with the blocked piping and panel detail. The sheer-mesh panel at the top of the dress enabled Miranda to show the breast above her bustline, without revealing too much. The high-low hem displayed her much vaunted legs, while allowing her the look of a full skirt. The smart yet glamourous style of the dress could be worn on a great variety of occasions, and the durable, polyester material means it can be machine washed. It suited Miranda perfectly, as it satisfied her busy lifestyle and her wish to maintain some glamour in her life. The fabric was a little uncomfortable at first, but it soon yielded to her body form. It was difficult for her, as it is for many women, to find a perfectly fitting dress, without getting one tailor made, so the initial discomfort seemed trivial to her.

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Now free from the bondage of his tight jeans, his onyx elastic boxers are the only thing restraining his erection. Miranda's eyes peer downwards desirously at his excitement, invoking feelings of sexual longing in both of them. He pulls her in once more, and makes his way down, sampling her breasts, her sides, and her sleek, tight stomach. On his knees, in awe of her divine form, he slowly unveils her feminine centre. The elastic snaps a little, before her lace underwear glides down her leg in a staccato fashion. His eyes are set alight by the aesthetic of a perfectly formed yoni, compact and perfectly framed by shaped pubic hair. He is primordially aroused by the scent of her moistened centre, and he cannot but taste it. Miranda releases a near-silent scream, and she rocks a little on her heels. She pulls at his hair, falling deeper and deeper into uncontrollable pleasure, before barely gaining control once more. She indicates with her shivering touch that she wants him to arise from his worship, and without word or gesture, tells him to sit down on the bed. She sits astride him on the fine silk sheets, rocking against Rapshaldeo's upright body. Clad only in her heels now, she allows his mouth carnal knowledge of her delectable body. He devours her breasts with his lips, teeth, and tongue. She tosses her head back involuntarily, releasing an achy moan from deep within. She gauges his chest with her fingertips and pushes him onto his back. She admires the chiseled contours of his torso. Her moist fingertips stroke over his hard pecs, circling the areolas of his nipples. Her hands glide downwards and find his perfectly formed abdominals. Rapshaldeo's perfectly formed six-pack, buoys up and down, his breath heavy in the awe of being under her. Six small mountains make up the magnificent range of his stomach, framed by tight obliques which carve contours leading into his pubis. The top two protrude just beneath his chest. They are, paradoxically, both asymmetrical and aesthetically perfect. Oblong in shape, they point diagonally upwards. The middle two are similarly shaped and are slightly more askew. The bottom two are shaped like lamb chops and fade at the bottom, as they approach the threshold of his pants. The recent visit to the waxing salon has left them completely smooth. Rapshaldeo's careful moisturising for days after the waxing ensured the skin stayed unblemished. His careful application of sunscreen over his sculpted stomach ensured it would tan to a feint bronze, when grilled under the Mediterranean sun of his last holiday. He built them over the years, dedicating much time to their maintenance. Usually doing his stomach exercises first in his workout, he starts with one of many full abdominal exercises, before progressing on to isolation movements for the upper abs, the lower ones, and then the obliques. He never employs too much weight  or too many reps while doing the obliques, as he fears making his waist wider.  he finishes the exercises with an isometric exercise, known as 'the plank', where rests on arms and toes keeping his body straight. 

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His erection thunders into her once more. Her knees collapse with devastating eruption of her second orgasm. Shuddering, she falls forward, Rapshaldeo staying with her. He lies on top of her, and holds her wrists down, mercilessly grinding on top of her. His mouth at her ear, he asks her how much she can take, and she tells him not to stop. He obliges until she soaks the silken sheets for the third time. He rolls off her perspiring body, and they sigh in unison. Both electric with the moist afterglow of their powerful interlocking, they soon gravitate towards each other again. They stroke each other's moistened skin, and their lips chap playfully. Rapshaldeo pulls Miranda into his strong embrace. Their bodies glide against each other and get entangled. Miranda asserts her authority and pushes Rapshaldeo onto his back. She quickly rolls over and lunges on top of him, assuming the position to finish him off. But she sits awkwardly on his super-erect penis, and it snaps. Within a minute it is three times the normal length and girth, due to internal bleeding. He screams for a solid two minutes. By the time the ambulance arrives, his face is stinging from the buckets of tears he has cried. After five hours in the accident and emergency department, Miranda arrives home. Her feet are aching, as she has had her high-heels on the whole time.