Lesbian Artist Stories

1,000 results
Orientation
Length
Category
Source
Infinite Scroll
SmutMD: The World's Biggest Erotic Literature Search Engine.
© 2026 SmutMD.com
Create your own smut fantasy with AI

Artist Ch. 03

by Charlotte35f on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blond from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled o...

Artist Ch. 02

by Charlotte35f on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. She leans in for another soft, soft kiss, gently tugging at my nipple through the silk. Her eyes are ful...

Artist Ch. 01

by Charlotte35f on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

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...

Artists' Wives

by Giselle_Renarde on May 7, 2019
Lesbian Sex

I'd always had a thing for artists. What was it about them? Not their looks—that's for sure. Didn't matter what a guy looked like, whether he was embarrassingly young or decrepitly old, big or small in any direction. If he was an artist, I was into him. From afar. I never had the confidence to actually approach a guy. I figured I wasn't an artist's type. S...

Sara Visits a Strip Club

by Artist101 on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Sara stepped out of the cab into the cool spring air. The ride had cost her thirty dollars, a hefty chunk of the two hundred she had started out with. She had planned on an expensive evening but she had hoped she wouldn't have had to spend it on transportation. Across the street from where the cab had dropped her off stood a large building. The sun had not q...

The Artist's Model

by Natalie Nessus on Sep 18, 2017
Lesbian Sex

(Dedicated to my kind and stern editor who measures my words into strict order and then interprets my meaning so skillfully.) * * * * * Paris, the summer of 1929, 'the last summer' we called it later, remembering the October Crash; it was the end of an era but I also remember it as the summer of my awakening. It seems like yesterday. A heat wave had swept...

The Artist's Lair Ch. 02

by SapphoLust on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

A few weeks after we went sailing Lisa told me she was having a very special massage from a former lover. I took that as a cue not to intrude into her privacy as we had previously agreed. Lisa was a very private person and she wanted me to have my space to explore new "friendships" which I appreciated. But upon awakening alone, after being with her all week...

The Artist's Lair Ch. 01

by SapphoLust on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I recently moved to condominium complex near the community college where I teach art and art history. It's really difficult for me to tell people this story because it's still evolving and when I even type Lisa's name, I get so turned on when I remember what's happened in just the last few months. Lets see if I can recall some of the juiciest parts for you.....

An Artist & Her Passion

by Pelios on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

(Author's note: I have already published this story on another site, but it needed a few minor tweaks and improvements, so I did that, and now I am happy to present it here. Please enjoy!) Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a...

The Artist

by bearblue on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

It goes like this; you find inspiration where you can get it. I'm painting. It is here that I am most myself, here where I gain the substance and meaning of life. This is my best reality. I am absorbed, deep into the slide of the paint, probing and revealing an inner world that hasn't been visited until now. She's there on the canvas, in a bed of stars...