Ménage à découpage
ursulav makes a startling discovery about her box...
I have a certain horror of defacing books, as so many of us do, so I had to find a really BAD book to shred for art, and this was that book. I have used it many times, and it’s about half the length it was to begin with.
So I was happily yanking out pages and slathering them down, when my eye happened to land on a page that had just been sealed to the box and the phrase "the moist beckoning lips of her vulva" assailed my eyeballs, and I realized that I had just decoupaged the graphic and mediocre sex scene from somewhere around chapter six onto my box.
Ah…hmm.
I turned the box a few times, learned a bit more about the narrator’s genitals, caught a fragment of a discussion of birth-control, saw the heroine’s tongue compared to a porpoise, (I know nothing gets me in the mood like having my body parts compared to small whales!) and set the box down to go make a cup of tea and settle my nerves.
Um. Well, then.
Context was classy enough to not make puns about sperm whales.
I have a certain horror of defacing books, as so many of us do, so I had to find a really BAD book to shred for art, and this was that book. I have used it many times, and it’s about half the length it was to begin with.
So I was happily yanking out pages and slathering them down, when my eye happened to land on a page that had just been sealed to the box and the phrase "the moist beckoning lips of her vulva" assailed my eyeballs, and I realized that I had just decoupaged the graphic and mediocre sex scene from somewhere around chapter six onto my box.
Ah…hmm.
I turned the box a few times, learned a bit more about the narrator’s genitals, caught a fragment of a discussion of birth-control, saw the heroine’s tongue compared to a porpoise, (I know nothing gets me in the mood like having my body parts compared to small whales!) and set the box down to go make a cup of tea and settle my nerves.
Um. Well, then.
Context was classy enough to not make puns about sperm whales.