Mars Antonio. A young, upcoming art critic. Known for his fantastic eye for detail and his side hustle, buying art for wealthy patrons. Besides his great eye for art, he was also extremely attractive. Standing at 6' 2", with dark brown skin that looked as if he absorbed the sun like a sponge. He had broad shoulders, hazel eyes, an athletic build and short dr...
Spread out on a dais, naked with her legs spread apart. Her arms also spread, her head slightly elevated on a satin pillow. Her ankles and wrists held in place by padded manacles, her head with a thin silk cord over her forehead, tying her down. Her dark black hair was spread out behind her on display. She had been meticulously cleaned, her finger and toe...
"Welcome to our brand new functional art show [F.E.T.I.S.H: Fiona's Exhibition of Trends and Insights into Sexual Habits]! Have an exciting and stimulating evening!" Ben was surprised just how sleek the entrance hall looked. The polished marble floor, tall, white walls and tasteful paintings created a distinguished and rather classical atmosphere. Not the p...
Before she raised her hand to knock on the solid oak door that led into the house, Jane again took a deep breath. She thought she had things under control now. A tingling sensation ran through her body from head to foot. Her scalp tinkled. Her eyes were sharply focused. All of her senses were on the alert. The aroused nipples of her breasts, brushing against...
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen...!" the announcer's voice rings out, "...to another episode of ... SEX...! SURVIVOR!" The audience erupts in applause, hoots, and whistles. Dozens of enormous video screens around the stadium-like studio fill with camera shots of raucous audience members. "I am, as always, Art Timms!" the announce...
My buddies and I meet once a week to play poker. My place is the preferred venue, since there are no wives here, the furniture is very comfortable, and the beer is cold and plentiful. Any time my four buddies come over, I tell my niece, Marissa, to make herself scarce. She's finishing up her MFA at the university, which explains why she is living with me whi...
Chapter 1: : Homebase "What?" I exclaimed as I spun around from the coffee maker with my fresh cup of coffee and stared drop jawed at my husband Art. The motion made my robe gape open just enough for him to see my cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe together to keep his mind on the conversation at hand. One glimpse of any breast and the man's mind was gon...
The woman bit her lip, staring at the red phone on her husband's desk. It hadn't been that long, but he should have at least called. She pushed her gray hair away from her ear and picked up the receiver. It clicked and dialed the only number it was programmed to call. "Hello, SC Ops, what's wrong, ma'am?" The grey-haired woman released her lip and said, "Re...
He sat there so still. His body absolutely glowed in the lights that surrounded him in the track above his head. The students stood around him, each perched behind an easel, critically eyeing him up, then stroking the brush on their canvas. His shoulders were so broad in back, his arms looked strong. His body curved powerfully down to his hips, which were ar...
Jarod Afiotor paused before adding another brush stroke to the canvas and stole another glance at his teacher. Yes; she was looking at him again. Jarod smiled winningly at her. Suzanna Cavendish coloured slightly and pretended to examine a piece of sculpture one of the other convicts had created. Mrs Cavendish seemed full of admiration for the sculpture: "D...