Chapter 1 ****** The voice on the phone sounded smooth and soft in my ears. "Yes. Professor... Green? You needed a model for your life drawing class?" "Yes, I do. When can you work?" "How soon do you need me?" The woman said, speaking with a rather flat tone. "I need you next week, Tuesday and Thursday. One session on Tuesday, and two on Thursday. Can...
I could taste him in the back of my throat, blood more than human like candy on my tongue. His otherness rode the air before him, spilling through the doorway as he paused, taking in the shadowed commons. His eyes were hidden in mirrored shades, but the very stillness of his body said he was searching the crowd, seeking. I sat back a bit farther from the l...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on m...
Carl finally finished that painting of Camilla in the nude, and he told his naked model she could get up, go over, and look at his picture of her. When she went over, she deliberately got as close to him as she could get; she got between him and the picture, and after he gently caressed her buttocks, she sat on his pointy lap. She was amazed at the precisio...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...
Sorry this has taken me so long to publish. I have chapter six written and edited as well, so I should be able to post it not too long from now. I hope you all enjoy this next installment. My thanks goes to MrWhiteTiger as always for editing this. -------------------------------------------- "You know, it's unlike me to rush things," he murmured in her e...
Sandy and Rachel were both up and running at 7:00 the next morning. By the time I dragged myself out to the kitchen in search of coffee, wondering why they were up given we had spent half the night screwing, they were dressed and downing a cup of coffee before they headed out. "My god, don't you two sleep?" I asked, as Sandy handed me a cup of coffee. "T...
The following afternoon, Elunara sat by her post in the courtyard, carefully documenting everything she saw. "Ok, I thought about it all night!" Ricky pounded his fist into his hand. "I know exactly what I want." He struck a pose. "Like this!" She laughed. "You know you'll have to stay still for long periods while I get it just right." "You got it, boss...
Dear Shoeblossom: Kenyon and I walk along the beach as we vacation in California. It is not really a nude beach, just a clothing optional beach, and Keni has optioned that I walk naked, except for my chastity piercing, and she is wearing a pale blue bikini, to which her curves are magnificently displayed. I am in a bit of pain. I put regular milk in her co...
When the model arrived at my home studio, I was momentarily stunned. I remembered him as handsome -- but somehow in a group modeling, I had maintained the 'model-artist' unwritten protocol -- and just ignored that fact. Because there IS a protocol: "Models aren't sex-objects or male or female. They are human bodies -- a mix of light and dark areas, muscle a...