Seductive Stories: fuqcomm

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—fuqcomm is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout fuqcomm. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in fuqcomm. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in fuqcomm. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in fuqcomm, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. fuqcomm ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.