Swan Song

"Scraggy old Adele. She looked stiff as a board, poker up her ass. Must be worth quite a bit though. Only child, inherited that big house. Dance school must be a nice little earner. Probably not as stuck up as she looks. Might be a goer. You never new with the shy ones. She always kept to herself at school, typical mother's girl. Bet I could get her going, just needs bring out. Dark horse I expect. Horse, that's a good one! Needs to get out for a ride!"

In the hot space inside the changing tent Arabella was day dreaming, half dressed into her swan outfit. The younger swans were at the other end of the tent surreptitiously examining each other's budding breasts and sniggering.

	From the inside the white canvas was glowing like honey in the bright sunlight, the slubs of heavier weave like flies in amber.
Arabella stood by the lake side, naked, one foot in the water. Across the water came the swan, magnificent and large gliding towards her, his sculpted feathers stirring slightly in the breeze of his own movement. He was impossibly, frighteningly large.

Eros Thanatos Erotica

Repression Bestiality Leda

Denial Infanticide Betrayal