Judy lies on her back on my couch like it was made for her—like the cushions knew she’d arrive.
Her arms stretch lazily above her head, spine arching just enough to lift her chest skyward. Her offerings, round and impossibly soft, reach for heaven, peaks taut and begging for air or attention—maybe both. They rise like offerings to the gods of desire.
But it’s her eyes that stop the world.
Judy lives in Night City. She is one of the core Cyperpunks.
Judy on the Couch
Judy lies on her back on my couch like it was made for her—like the cushions knew she'd arrive. Her arms stretch lazily above her head, spine arching just enough to lift her chest skyward. Her offerings, round and impossibly soft, reach for heaven, peaks taut and...