twin peaks

She was pretty, shapely, and sexy—that made him nervous, especially when she gave him a long look and took a deep breath. That pushed her twin peaks out against her thin blouse. Apparently she didn't need a bra for support, and he sometimes wondered if she went without for his benefit.

2010, Joe White, “The Raft Trip”, in Amor in Appalachia: Coal Mines and Moonshine, AuthorHouse, page 15

Other than the bikini she wore a pair of long, heavy, studded necklaces of silver that looked like a collision between Paloma Picasso and Johnny Rotten. They plunged down into the valley to be found between her twin peaks, cleavage so deep and vast a yodeler would get an echo down there. I stared. I tried not to, but I stared.

2012, David Handler, “One”, in The Man Who Cancelled Himself, Open Road Media

He closed his eyes and instantly thought of Lucy. With her fiery red hair, blue eyes and milky white skin. Freckles in secret places he enjoyed bussing throughout the night. The warmth between her legs, her thin waist leading up to her twin peaks that his tongue and mouth couldn't quite set free.

2019, Trisha Fuentes, “Chapter 15: Portsmouth”, in The Merry Widow, Ardent Artist Books

...he watched her lower herself gingerly on the chair and shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable rending sound. When he opened them again he saw she had miraculously managed the feat, causing her hem line to rise alarmingly, exposing an inviting expanse of thigh. And above her waist, her twin peaks jutted out so dangerously it reminded him irresistibly of scaling the Himalayan heights.

2022, Michael N. Wilton, “4: Jarvis Disapproves”, in The Duncans Are Coming, Next Chapter