Evilangel
Anainda, Rocco Siffredi Pic(s)
The sculptor’s hands, slick with warm, wet clay, began their possessive journey over the cool, rigid plaster form, tracing the silent promise of curves yet to be fully realized. His fingers, knowing and deliberate, slid along the smooth plane of a thigh, mapping the potential for life within the unyielding surface. A low, appreciative hum vibrated in his chest as his thumb pressed into the subtle hollow of the hip, a gesture both clinical and deeply intimate. He leaned closer, his breath misting the pale surface, the scent of earth and rainwater rising from the mixture he kneaded. Each stroke was a slow, deliberate caress, smoothing and shaping, coaxing a semblance of softness from the hard cast. The pad of his finger circled a peak, defining its form with a pressure that suggested not just creation, but worship. A single droplet of water escaped his palm, tracing a glistening path down the statue’s abdomen like a solitary tear of anticipation. The air grew thick, charged with the silent communion between the maker and his inanimate muse, a tension built of pure, focused desire. In the quiet studio, the only sounds were the soft, slick noises of his work and the quickening of his own pulse, a rhythm beating in time with the emerging figure.
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