Pygmalian

A Detrin

On a ticket stub to Die Freischutz

My dear, you are beautiful.  You are the loveliest creature in the opera house tonight.  I know something about you – that you would like to be a student at the conservatory this fall and that you possess a voice of astonishing range and maturity.  I also note that you possess astonishing maturity in other areas.  I am a connoisseur not just of opera, my dear, but of these other areas.  You will find me very well connected, generous, and discreet.

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  1. Seduced-by-Darkness says:

    “You are the first,” he answered. “You are my Pygmalion, finally. You crave to be admired, adored, narcissism without conscience.”

    “I am a woman,” she answered with a sly smile. One that he couldn’t see. “It is my right.”

    I adored this story, very perceptive and extremely evocative. Your writing can seduce both the mind and the body, an undeniable gift.

  2. Peter says:

    Superb! I loved the images, the decadence, the dialogue, and the vocabulary.

    And it was very, VERY erotic.

    Thank you.

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