Sensual movement for the whore

Sensual Movement for the ‘Whore’

The video, provocatively titled “Sensual Movement for the Whore”, is a racy exploration of pink terms as the present tense extends across language’s diverse features. Alone, the title conjures images of a lewd, raunchy spectacle, a collaborative piece, perhaps, with a pornographic enterprise. But strip away the titillating veneer – a skill in itself – and what remains is a technical study, not for the easily shocked.

“Whores of the written word!” the instructor cries, her ample chest heaving with enthusiasm, “Let us demonstrate the sensual flow with this simple ‘fuck’ sentence.”

Studiously, the whoring students follow the bouncing ball provided, enunciating each syllable with exaggerated torso gyrations:

“Fu-uck.”

“Advanced whores Laurel, Magnolia and Petunia,” she announces, “will now enact a youthful coupling.”

Blushing, the three nudgingly protest, but obediently comply. In a performance belying their age, the trio writhe together in evident ecstasy, their words given flesh and shaking to the core.

“Senseless! Oh my gosh go,” little Laurel squeals, her eyes rolling back as she claws petals of Magnolia’s rosebud.

“Yet no, lose, or use?” moans the latter, her torso undulating like a river of lust.

“Yes, please explore prose through oral poem,” shouts Petunia climaxing with a gush, “And let babbling brooks of sweet lust unfurl from your doing!”

“An orgasm well done,” the instructor applauds. “And now, my sylvan girls, let’s arrange your positions like searching words.”

The threesome collapse into a tangle of limbs and leaves, mouths seeking each other’s pulsing clefts. The camera zooms in on their lush thighs, laboriously parsing each oft-neglected vowel sound.

Revived, Laurel lets out a delightfully obscene cry, as if physically tasting a prim w sound. Soon her fellow lovers are vocalizing too, each perfect breath shaped as g, k, p, and u.

“The oral and anal do duplicate,” the instructor explains, admiringly. “They go hand-in-glove, yada yada. If you’ve worked the vocal cords, the %$&#@ will follow.”

Silenced by guilt, the three lovers disengage, mouths pursed. “A wanton wanton win?” Laurel suggests meekly.

“A whorish whim? I’m on the lookout, pardon me,” grins Magnolia, discreetly licking some lingering seed.

Petunia winks, “Partners in a punk, will be here soon. gewöhnliche bitch must use, any blissful bosom.”

Taking their leave with a flurry of French kisses, the threesome exit stage – or is it page? – left, leaving the instructor to muse aloud.

“A word is ‘fuck’, why do you ‘fuck’ around? It’s gonna ‘pop’ up in your face, like garlic in your mouth.”

Inspired, the class chants its alliterative mantra: “Apple apples Americas bruise. Bumble bees daunt dots. Elephant eggs flurry. Good fucking hemming in June.”

Smiling smugly, the camera pans over their shiny foreheads glistening with effort. Fade to black.

For though the aesthetic may taste truly rough, this taboo way of teaching tough. And with habits like this, who really needs a grammar book?

In sum, “Sensual Movement for the Whore” is a brazen commentary on the sensuous side of language learning, pushing its boundaries further than perhaps is proper. Viewer discretion is strongly advised. This fellatio of syntax and solo wankagemetry may offend. Curious? Then take a whirling, twirling, bracing, flying, flinging, chilling, spinning orgasm. Your babbling brook of discovery awaits!