Romance Unveiled: "27 i ching"

In 27 i ching she’s a painter covered in color. Naked except for smears of ultramarine and cadmium across her skin, she uses her body as both canvas and brush in 27 i ching. Fingers dipped in paint become fingers dipped in herself, leaving abstract streaks across her thighs and belly with every stroke. The wet sounds of paint and arousal blend in 27 i ching. She climaxes standing, paint dripping from stiff nipples as her knees buckle—splattering the drop cloth in a final burst of alizarin crimson. Breathing hard, she signs the “canvas” with a finger between her legs, then blows a kiss. 27 i ching is art you’re not allowed to touch but desperately want to.