like the spiciest of candied ginger, like burnt sugar, like honeyed lemon. I can just see how a storm would be like that - a juxtaposition of two seemingly opposite tastes.
She flings off her robes, baring her breasts to the metallic air and planting her naked legs wide. Great line. Love the use of 'planting' for Wilhelmina, rather than 'spreading'.
The light behind her eyes is golden, and the sounds of storm and animals reach her like music and the rhythm of the elements is pounding within her, and Wilhelmina is coming, coming, and it feels, somehow, the way sweetness tastes, and she's coming, shouting, throwing back her head and adding her own voice to the howling untamed thunder that is magic. Brilliant ... erm ... climax to this story.
She flings off her robes, baring her breasts to the metallic air and planting her naked legs wide. Great line. Love the use of 'planting' for Wilhelmina, rather than 'spreading'.
The light behind her eyes is golden, and the sounds of storm and animals reach her like music and the rhythm of the elements is pounding within her, and Wilhelmina is coming, coming, and it feels, somehow, the way sweetness tastes, and she's coming, shouting, throwing back her head and adding her own voice to the howling untamed thunder that is magic.
Brilliant ... erm ... climax to this story.