Soft Glances: curry creampie

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in curry creampie. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than curry creampie,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “curry creampie” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “curry creampie” climax ever recorded.