Literature
Model Made to Waddle (WG, Revenge, Role Reversal)
Ariel loved watching the way her lips moved as she said her own name. She loved the way her luscious lips curved into a passionate circle on “Ah”, the way her tongue flicked as she gently rolled her r and pronounced the middle of her name like a drop of golden sun. Even her lips couldn’t help but smile. And then she loved the effortlessness of the elle at the end, the way she just let it dramatically float off into the either.
“Ah-Rey-Elle.” She was very particular about that. No short at the beginning, so coarse, like she was screaming. Her name shouldn’t be screamed. It should dance off the tongue as lithe and seductive as she was. She wasn’t a font or a fucking mermaid. Ul, A-ree-UL, disgusting, a name for peasants. She was no peasant. She was a model. She was perfection. And Ariel loved her name.
She loved everything about herself.
Ariel’s perfect mouth with its luscious lips was part of a face that was somehow simultaneously sultry and angelic. It did a lot to disguise her