Once upon a time I met an artist…

She was selling her art at a sex show when I first met her; she was quick to smile and start up a conversation and even shared the tattoo that circled her midriff. We talked about her realistic watercolours and she was enthusiastic to share her technique — her art ranged from the sublimely beautiful to the comical to the fringes of the obscene. She was adorable and her sensuality tugged at me to lean in and kiss her.

Her art interested me and was something I wanted to add to my humble collection. We parted company with her suggesting I follow her on Instagram where she posts the progression of her latest work.

Her work would show up in my feed occasionally, as well as photographs of her costumes and suggestions of polyamorous adventures. One of her pieces overwhelmed me and we arranged for me to buy it at her next showing — a woman in fishnet stockings peering over her shoulder.

I would see her at shows and ask her about her original works— I was now looking for two more pieces to complete my set but was in no rush because of the seduction of the art and the artist. Each time her sensuality would tug at me and when I saw her last, she mentioned something she was working on and that I may like it.

It was erotic, and to some, probably pornographic — as she mentioned, Instagram may not let her post it. I seriously thought of buying it but passed because I assumed there would be another.  

And then the pandemic locked us down.

She stopped posting art and eventually anything at all. Her commercial web site has now shut down and she seems to have disappeared. I admit selfishly I miss her art and the tug of her sensuality and hope she is well and still making beautiful art somewhere.

Making green eyes sparkle

C likes cum.

She likes the feel as it drips from her cunt; she likes the taste of it; and she loves to watch me shoot my seed onto her breasts and particularly her face. She laughs out loud as cum dribbles string-like down from her chin, and then scoops it up with a finger and licks it clean.

She affectionately calls herself a cum slut and it is a point of pride. Once at a party, she motioned me over and whispered the cum slut wanted to play. I don’t think our hosts suspected C sucked me off in their master bedroom closet as we listened to strangers fuck with urgency on their bed. C swallowed all my cum as someone walked in on them — the sounds of our indiscretion was covered up by the embarrassment of the couple.  

C had read on the internet that cum was good for the hair and asked me to cum before she had a shower and then proceeded to use it as a conditioner — she made a point of asking me to feel her hair afterwards. She never wanted me to cum too quickly because she felt it impacted the volume and she would keep me wanting for as long as possible. She was constantly pulling my balls down or simply prevented any cock play and I would always cum very hard for the agony. She would coo with pleasure.

We were shopping a while ago and told me she was going to buy a very expensive silk bra and wanted to fuck with only the bra on — I took her home right away and fucked her brains out and when I couldn’t hold it anymore, she begged me to cum all over her tits and bra. She calls it her cum bra and whenever she wears it I know the cum slut is behind those beautiful green eyes.  

She got into the habit of admiring herself with a small mirror after I’d cum — sometimes she would admire cum running down her ass onto the sheets or would closely inspect the thick white mess that clung to her face. Every so often she would get cum on the mirror, pout slightly, and then lick it off. The mirror was accidentally knocked off the bedside table one time and cracked but by then C had discovered videos of women having men cum over them and did not care that much about it. She asked me if I had ever heard of bukkake and was excited to show me what she had discovered. She would ask me to eat her pussy as she watched men cum all over a woman — her orgasms were so intense it was an effort to keep her legs apart as my tongue explored deep inside her.

I wanted to know if she ever wanted to be one of the women in the videos, and after thinking about it for a moment, she said no. She did go on to say she would love to have someone watch as I came all over her face and asked if we could do that.

I said yes, and her green eyes sparkled.

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Simone, Winston and Hollie (ACT I)

The CAMERA fades in on an attractively dressed couple sitting at a small table in a quiet restaurant.

-SIMONE-

I will have to say that was great fun and can’t wait to get you alone.

-WINSTON-

I had so much fun. I get hard just thinking of it.

 A woman approaches the table Simone and Winston are sitting at with a smile of recognition.

-HOLLIE-

Hello you two. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into that brings you here?

-SIMONE-

Winston and I just finished a flogging workshop. It was just so much fun. Winston has a red ass and I have a new toy to try out.

Winston laughs

-HOLLIE-

That sounds delicious. Wine or cocktails tonight before dinner?

-WINSTON-

I think it’s going to be a cocktail evening. 

-SIMONE-

I agree. And let’s assume we will sneak off to the room to try out my new toy.

-HOLLIE-

Of course. Just let me know and I will get the key. Be right back and I will want some details.

 As Hollie walks away Simone reaches for her bag and brings out a flogger and smiles as she plays with it and inspects the leather tails.

-WINSTON-

You can’t help yourself, can you?

-SIMONE-

No, I cannot. Did you see that couple who made their way to the St. Andrew’s cross? It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. They were gorgeous. And then when we started to flog that beautiful ass of yours, I almost went over to jerk you off as they smacked your bare skin.

-WINSTON-

I would have cum for you instantly honey.

Hollie returns with two martinis and sets them in front of Simone and Winston. She looks at the flogger on the table and gives Simone a knowing look as she picks it up and plays with the tails.

-HOLLIE-

Is this ever beautiful.

-SIMONE-

I can’t wait to use it. Winston is hard with anticipation. Aren’t you honey.

Hollie looks at Winston.

-WINSTON-

I will neither confirm nor deny but will say you ladies playing with that is very stimulating.

Winston laughs and raises his glass

-HOLLIE-

Oh Winston, I image you have a beautiful cock. Simone, do you mind if I look at Winston’s hard cock sometime.

-SIMONE-

That is entirely up to Winston but you don’t get to fuck it — at least not yet.

Simone looks at Hollie as she raises her glass. Hollie smiles at Simone.

-HOLLIE-

But I can go down on it? Maybe I could suck his growing cock while you try out your new toy. I am just offering it up as an idea— think about it. I will get you tonight’s menu.

Hollie turns and walks away with a smile. Winston and Simone look at each other and raise their glasses and take a sip of their martinis.

-WINSTON-

She does offer a creative idea.

-SIMONE-

Yes she does

Simone smiles.

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“The Room”

The CAMERA fades in on a well anointed room with leather and rich fabrics. The lights from the lamps are muted and candlelight adds to the atmosphere. Off CAMERA there is the sound of leather on flesh and the sounds of encouragement.

Voyeurism

Black and white photographs are filtered through gossamer and accompanied by words of desire which leave me wanting.

“Dreaming of you inside; tearing at me.” 

She stares into the camera with dishevelled hair and looks like desire and fucking.

“Come back and fuck me.” 

Beautiful flowers inked in black cover her back and I image full breasts with nipples hard — she invites me to reach around.

“I want you to feel me; take me to bed and feel me deeply”

Covered in shadows, I can make out long legs and black panties accented by fishnet stockings — I want to see her more clearly but cannot. I am frustrated by it and I stir.

“Fuck me hard. I want to whisper in your ear.” 

I scroll through her feed and let her images and words seduce me. I wonder what she tastes like and imagine sliding my hand between her legs.

“Touch me all over and don’t stop — ever.”

I watch from a distance — the beauty of her words and images have captivated me.

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Lost in her refection

She loves our mirror. She spends as much time as needed to make sure everything is in order at the beginning of the day, and will turn to either side when she is almost finished her inspection; a wrinkled nose always means a change. She is measured when she dresses and there is a dance like quality to it — occasionally she will ask what I think but it’s easily dismissed. Her eye is critical.

She has a weakness for lingerie so occasionally I will surprise her — with a bottle of wine, we will talk about the day and what could possibly be in the beautifully decorated box. Inevitable we find our way to the bedroom and I will lay on the bed enjoying the wine and watch as she muses over her new gift. She looks at herself and then at me and raises her glass to make a toast to our seduction.

We fuck in front of the mirror and watch ourselves cum. She particularly likes to ride me facing the mirror, and as she cums, I watch her lost in her reflection. Once she jerked me off until I came all over my reflection and laughed with satisfaction as she licked the glass clean. Another time, I found her sitting on a chair in front of the mirror naked; her legs were spread wide as she fucked herself with a pink dildo. I watched her cum and she smiled back at me as I jerked off.

Sometimes when we fuck, she will ask me to spank her hard and stop when she asks me to — inevitably she jumps out of bed and goes to the mirror; she looks over her shoulder and marvels at the colour of her ass and the marks I have left. She then looks back at me and demands more. This continues until she doesn’t ask me to stop and the sound of our orgasms fill the room.

I suggested the other day that maybe we should get a nicer mirror and she asked why. She said it’s perfectly fine and she likes the way it makes us look. She then took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

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