During my final year at college I realized my talents, and therefore my enthusiasm, lay more in the direction of my art studies than in my study of English Literature. I had thought I would study English at university. My art work had been praised by my teacher, Mr. Bunt, and I was pleased with the progress I had made in developing my drawing skills. We had...
On the surface it might seem ordinary enough, a kiss. A kiss that started with a hug... As our arms relaxed the pressure slightly our faces tilted together and our lips met. Intoxicated by the scent of you my tongue darted out to caress your mouth, and my hands slid down to your butt... it seemed that each time I inhaled more of your scent filled me, and t...
"I'm not sure I want to do this," I said, as we wandered into the university's art centre. "Tough. You're doing it," said Krista, looking up at the new building in amazement. It had certainly improved a lot since we'd graduated almost a decade ago. "What if I suck at it?" "What if you do?" she returned, glibly. She looked at me seriously for a moment. "Do...
"These aren't as good as the earlier ones, are they?" I couldn't argue. She was right. In her typically blunt way, Amy had stated no more than the simple truth. She was looking at the drawings I had been doing in the last week or so and they didn't have the same energy, the erotic edge that they had when we first threw caution to the winds. When we first be...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (8 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * "Is your dance ready?" Spoke the Master She blinks and then shakes out of it "Erm ready, ummm, a girl wouldn't quite put it in those words." "What words would you put it in girl?" "It's erm, still in the bubble stages?" "Let's see what you...
I was in my senior year of college, with the clock ticking down on my final weeks until exams, graduation, and then ... decades of being an adult. I wasn't even waiting, putting it off for a few more months—I'd already lined up an internship for the summer. I had a list of things I always meant to try while I was at college, but never got around to doing, a...
"Choose Slave, whom you would service." I dared not lift my head, though I peeked at lord Ravarin through my hair, trying not to display shock. His rage was fine today as he stood ringed in Guards, glaring from the dais to those bound and bloody before him. He pushed one Guard aside, to better sneer down at those upstarts his wrath had conquered. "My lord...
He stood in the doorway unsure what he made of the whole thing. She lay on the four-poster bed, her feet towards the door, her head resting in the palm of her hand. He stumbled into the bedroom, feeling slightly in a daze. Underneath her lay rose petals and he could smell the faint tingle of vanilla, honey and nutty almond. He stopped short of the bed, his e...
The next Saturday morning, I arrived at Angela's house, afraid that I had crossed the line by asking to see her naked. But when I went inside, she didn't mention a word about it, and our session began the same way our time together the prior week did. Angela invited me inside, her house was warm, and she was wearing short shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt....
"Ladies, when you draw, use all you senses." Ms. Purdy was giving her art students a lecture. I was standing at the front of the class, naked as usual. Ms. Purdy was beside me. The evening was hot, the room stuffy and humid. "Don't just look at your subject, observe your subject. The smallest details are as important as the obvious ones. Notice the shade of...