My name was Lucy Lee and I was without doubt the hottest girl in high school. At eighteen my body had developed in beauty exponentially as I aged so had my proportions. The guys had christened me 'juicy Lucy' and though I feigned disgust, secretly I enjoyed their lustful preoccupation with my body. At 36C, my breasts were a cherished prize in my high school...
Chapter Eleven Gabe watched through the two way mirror as the boy, his father sitting next to him, worked with their best sketch artist. The kid was trying, he had to give him that, sitting there studying each sample nose, ear, eye and mouth before choosing one, and then giving the artist extra, as if it just wasn't quite right. He could see the picture of...
I was 22, a college grad, and I knew my own mind. Everyone was against my marriage except for my best friend Jenny. She knew how much I loved Craig. My mother could not handle that Craig was the wrong religion. My father thought Craig would never make enough money to support me in any sort of style, since he was an artist. Craig was not going to "see the lig...
Chapter 4 – Asserting Oneself The shallow stairs of the Metropolitan Museum were littered with people, even on a fall afternoon. Tabor kneeded her hands nervously as she stood awkwardly in her leg brace in front of the Gothic, monolithic Museum. "Shy, this is the worst museum. There are too many people." Shy quickly captured her elbows, not only to ush...
For some unknown reason, new writers avoid concise writing practices. Paragraphs become wordy, long drawn out sequences of adjectives, adverbs, and clichés as the aspiring author attempts to impress readers with their skill in literary arts. I am terribly guilty of this, even now, after twenty years in writing... but that's what rewrites are for. The dile...
Face it in this age of electronic wizardry there is not much call for portrait artists. Things were so bad for me I was ready to go do caricatures in the park to try to make my rent. You can imagine my jubilation when Mr. Audrey Van Pelth asked me to paint his daughter for her eighteenth birthday. Of course, I knew who the Van Pelths were everyone in town k...
Sarah took a step back and checked her lithographs, hanging on the walls of the small gallery. Thirty erotic fantasies made over the past year with herself as a model. Sarah gives a blowjob. Sarah mirrors her own pussy. Sarah is masturbating. Steve licks Sarah's pussy. "Do you like it?" asked Steve, who had just installed the final audio cables for his elec...
Faye would always associate college with the smell of eucalyptus in late summer, the dusty dry of the campus, and that pale-yellow California sunshine. The fragrance had seemed cloying—almost suffocating—that first August, impossible to escape. It was kind of like how she felt about being in school. Faye had grown up in a college town herself, her mother tau...
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of hopefully an ongoing romance story. This is my first try at posting a story so I would really appreciate comments and feedback. Thanks everyone! -Deanna Chapter One: Daydreams and Nightmares "Remind me again why I agreed to this" I said to Danny as we made our way down the street. It was Saturday night and we we...
She crawls up from the bottom of the bed so that she can get into the favored position. I draw my legs up and spread them in anticipation. "Sir, could you move up a little more, maybe push your pillow up further so that I can fit more comfortably down here." I lean the pillow against the headboard. My head is now tilted downward to give me a perfect view...