Booktok Aesthetic Pictures 소설 & 이야기

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.

"Such as the book resting on a table to a cup of coffee or someone reading it in a park. An idea that evokes warmth and connects to readers’ experiences.” The more I heard the clearer the ultimate outcome became in my mind. These images wouldn’t simply serve as pictures, they would play a role in how my book connects with readers. “Is there any style you wouldn’t feel at ease doing?" Emily abruptly inquired, allowing me room to share my thoughts. I paused briefly then responded, "I’m not a fan of poses that seem artificially flawless. I prefer to appear as myself, not as an image.” “Good," she responded immediately. "That’s what we aim to demonstrate. Your genuineness.”

I have to stop. I click on the first picture. A beautiful woman curls around the trunk of a tree, a gauzy, flower-studded robe hiding all the private parts of her while making it very clear that she’s naked underneath. Next. A man stares out a window, lit and framed in such a way that I can only see a neon-red sheen on his hair and the edge of his jaw. Next. Another woman. Next. The pictures start to blur, and a distant part of my brain picks out patterns. Almost all of them feature people. No self-portraits. Not a lot of men at all. Ben obviously prefers female subjects, and suggestively scantily clad ones at that.

She smiles, and I nod, as w esay bye, and I end the call. ___________ I walk into the bookshop, I'm wearing a blue sundress, my hair is plaited into a bun, glasses perched on my nose, and a nude bag. I stare round the bookshop, It's aesthetic, giving p*******t-y vibe, I smile, loving the decor, and the music playing softly, I recognize it as one of Halsey's masterpiece - Clementine. "Hello." I smile at the woman behind the counter, I look at the book she's reading, and I smile in approval.