She stepped back from the easel, the last stroke of her brush on the canvas completed. Now she looked over the painting as a whole, instead of the minute details she had been focused on the past few hours. She let the sensual imagery wash over her, the warm skin tones, the full red lips forming an enigmatic smile, the bold stare of the eyes... the eyes... di...
Names and title inspired by the Sanguine Rose item from the Elder Scrolls series. ***** On the quiet sea sails the cruise ship "Eventide", and on her deck sighs an artist whose name is Rosette. Clad in white overalls she travels abroad in search to stimulate new ideas for her art. Rosette stared off into the sea, the view lighting up her mood. A little rel...
Chapter 3: Lisa sketches Elle in her home. Lisa told me the rest one night, she knew I really wouldn't feel that jealous about her relationship with Elle as long as she kept me in her life, and we were already involved in a partnership with the voyeur video project , we had 12 hours of tape already! A few days later, Elle phoned Lisa. "Oh, yes, Stacy men...
She walked through the door, and every head turned. An air of confidence followed her as she strolled through the crowd. She smiled and the room lit up. I was studying a painting until she came up behind me. "Pondering the meaning of this painting?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips. Startled out of my private reverie, I turned around smiling sheepis...
Note to readers: this is a slow, languorous story. Part I has only limited sex in it. If you want to get to "the good part", wait 'til part II (although reading part I will set it up). Thank to my risky friend Rae for reading and commenting on this. Feedback is always appreciated! ***** I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her dra...
-1. Ashley P. Parks, a petite girl with hardly any length to her legs, stirred gently from her light sleep. She had come to the conclusion, before even looking at the lime-green dial of her electric alarm clock, that it was morning and she had better get up for a days work. Work, she laughed in self loathing; as if anyone in their right mind is going to pur...
One of our dancers, Kate, barged her way into the dressing room. I caught a glimpse of beads of light sweat rolling off her face and the blue leotard hugging her figure, encircled by a tutu adorned with sequins and feathers. "Where's my costume?" Kate asked loudly, "I need to get changed for the next scene!" I was sitting in front of a mirror. My make up...
She sat and stared at the oil painting hanging in front of her; trying to make out what it meant. After all, that was the assignment given by the professor: to analyze and report on local art. The problem was that she could not determine what the picture was supposed to be. At one angle, it looked like an oddly shaped filing cabinet. At another angle, it loo...
"Sorry Megan. I'm nearly finished here," Don quietly apologised, forms and cheques strewn before him as he added by way of explanation. "Let me finish the last of these late tour bookings and we're off to breakfast straight away. Give me two minutes. I know you're probably starving." On the opposite side of the counter in the small office, the attractive br...
When you don't have much to show-off, you don't worry much about showing it. At least, I never did. For example, I seldom wear a bra, even if it embarrasses my girlfriends when my nipples are on display through a tight t-shirt. Big deal, who cares? In those final weeks of summer, before classes started again, the campus felt as empty as a post-apocalyptic m...