A Piece Of Art Stories

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What Do You Prefer?

by koala011860091 on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Looking at the woman in front of her, Katelyn began to wonder if this whole thing was as good an idea as it had seemed when she and Theresa first planned it. While she was a full semester into her Fine Arts degree, her focus was in drawing and painting, not performance art. Her Midwestern background had not prepared her for what she was facing in attending h...

The Most Stimulating Artwork

by BigDocMojo on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I held open the door for the reporter, walked into the art gallery behind him, and continued answering his question. "Look, I've never done this for the money. Making money was just a means to keep doing my art. Years ago I worked two jobs, may have made $25,000 and spent $15,000 of it on materials, studio space, whatever. Say I made $200,000 last year, the...

An Evening of Art

by nakedjohn on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The origins of this story go back to my college days. If I needed some extra cash back then, a pretty quick way to get it was to model nude for the Figure Drawing classes on campus. I was in pretty good shape from playing on the hockey team, I was not at all ashamed of my naked body, and the pay was pretty darn good for a couple of hours of work. Plus, the A...

Ann's Art Project Ch. 05

by qexiqex on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

The idea had been brilliant. Fixing the handles to the column worked like a charm. Ann even managed to position the circular pot-holders in a way that they were completely invisible from the outside. Their thin, golden metal band was truly hidden right inside the wood! When Ann pulled the handle down to test the setup, the mechanism immediately snapped in...

Memoir of a Young Mistress Pt. 16

by FunWhileItLasted on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Ted had searched and chosen a website where he planned to post the pictures Emily would provide. She was already comfortable with sending him nude and revealing photos, and had done so several times over the last few weeks. He had used one of the pictures when he opened an account with the site, and created a profile for Emily. The photo was cropped, but sho...

The Islander

by Lola49 on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

I saw him today as I walked along the shore enjoying a steady breeze of warm tropical air on my face, his face in shadow from the glaring sun. The sun was not kind to me... I felt as if I was baking. I had reached the half way point of my destination. He walked along the shore shoeless, shirtless in his swim trunks. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful...

Neospective

by D.J. Sandwicher on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Luke Whittingham is an artist. He was born in 1967. He was prominent in the 90s on the London Art scene. His most famous work to date is "Committed to Death" (2004), an installation which can be seen in The Royal Academy, London. He currently lives in SoHo with his two cats. Lucy and Mary. The shop window is full of televisions sets. Each one shows a differ...

A Paris Afternoon Ch. 01

by xavierstjohn on Sep 16, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

It had been a long flight from Seattle to Paris, and Henry wanted nothing more than to get settled into his room and unwind and certainly the last thing he wanted to do was to start up a conversation with the cab driver, but somehow Henry found himself entangled in a game of question and answer with the cabbie whose English, though heavily accented was techn...

Over the Edge

by SikFuk on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Reader: If you're looking for a stroke story, this would probably disappoint you. It's not about fucking, but the story does contain sexual elements. Because it involves public nudity, I've entered it in the Nude Day contest. If you finish the story (all two pages!) and want to vote or comment, that would be appreciated. Thank you for stopping by. I met her...

The Exhibition

by Aftershocker on Mar 2, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The gallery was a single large room with wood and tile floors and high ceilings. At the entrance stood a placard that read La Ventana al Alma. John glanced inside, watching all the women milling about. I took his hand, slipping quickly through the door and moving unnoticed into a corner. His gaze fell on the art itself. Mounted on the walls among many small...