edited for those with vested interest
to the lost art of erotica a la Anais Nin an email to a friend….
One day a well-known figurative painter hires a model. On the give day at the given time there is a knock at her studio door. She opens the door and finds herself standing face to face with a dark and handsome man. She explains that there must have been a mix up because she usually hires women for her work. The model asks if he can use the phone to call and explain the situation. She says yes, he enters her sanctuary. She shows him to the phone and asks if he would like a glass of water again he says yes. So she goes to the sink to get a glass and fill it. As she leaves, she watches him. He is a man of average size and build; there is something different about him though. She watches as he speaks to the unknown person on the other end of the phone. He is calm and deliberate casually walking back and as he speaks. She can see his strength in his movements. He is somehow strong yet also soft. He seems like a warrior from another time who was now lost in this time and place. His dark eyes seem to see through to the very deeps of her soul every time their eyes meet. His facial features are distinct and he is handsome. She decides it wouldn’t be the worst experience if she was to draw this man.
He gets off the phone as she hands him his water and he states “you were right there was some sortta mix up at the office, you will have to reschedule”
She states “Well…if it’s not too late… I am already set up to paint today. I am sure we could work something out”
He says “no problem”
“What’s your name she asks? My name is Greta”
“Rocky” he says as she shows him to where he can disrobe.
She sets up the lighting in her studio as he steps from behind the changing curtain. He is wearing a robe. “Just step on to the podium” she says “We will start with some quick gestural poses then move into longer ones”
He drops his robe. She is surprised; he looks like an ordinary athletic man. Not too well hung as a matter of fact in the cool room he is hung almost like a cherub. His presence is powerful though; there is an energy about him that rather excites her. He strikes the first pose, then moves to the second and so on and so forth. With each move the strength of his being becomes clearer. She draws her lines dynamic and energetic. She finds herself getting slightly excited as her eyes contour his body. Now that he is warmed up she can see what lays beneath, his skin. His muscles are strong, his chest broad, his arms big. His hands now look strong enough he could crush a rock. She wonders what he does other than this. She shifts slightly on her seat unaware she is rocking slightly back and forth. It excites her.
She is wearing a spring dress that hangs loosely to her body, the fabric lite and loose allowing for movement for the task she wishes to accomplish. Her nipples brush against the fabric as she creates. the rubbing of the fabric excites her even more. Her nipples stiffen; they start to poke out the fabric of her dress.
As she finish the last quick pose, he stands to face her. He is standing above her looking down. Their eyes meet. He smiles; he can’t help himself but look towards her breast. He smiles more as he sees her enlarged nipple. She becomes flush with slight embarrassment and looks down. The hair stands on the back of her neck and goose bumps run down he back. She feels a little wet. When she looks up again he has turned his gaze, head down submissively awaiting new orders. She says “ our next pose is going to be a longer one, so why don’t you sit or lay on that couch”
He spreads himself out on the couch. His head resting upon his arm with one leg bent, the other straight, his nakedness totally exposed. He is looking at her. He lays naked comfortably. She starts to paint. She follows his body and captures the outline. His muscles now filled with blood are bigger than they first appeared to be. His skin holds them tautly. She imagines herself touch this muscular beast. Her hands running across his chest and shoulders, underneath his arms, touching his back, his skin is smooth as he has removed all hair except a slight bit in his pubic area. She can imagine touching his hips and thigh grasping his ass. She can almost feel her on top of him. She notices he is softly staring at her. Perhaps entranced by her own beauty. She can see him looking at her legs and how the folds of her dress hang off them. She smiles and slides forward on her seat casually pulling her skirt above her knee level. He looks to see if he has been caught, she looks busy working. In truth she is no longer concentrating, her panties are damp and she is thinking of satisfaction. She adjusts herself on her seat as to know that he can now see what lies beneath. She spreads her legs wider as she pretends she is working. His eyes trace up her thighs to catch a glimpse of the fabric that covers paradise. The view of her covered sex sends blood racing to his loins. His penis thickens. She pretends not to notice and excuses herself to get something to drink. She steps into the other room and removes her panties. She is now naked beneath her dress. She get them water and returns.
He sips his drink then return to his posse; she sips hers then returns to her seat. As she sits she ensures her dress is hiked high up her thighs. The soft fabric feels nice on her naked ass and the outer lips of her vagina. She is now fully wet, and trembles slightly with excitement. She goes back to “painting”. She feel his eyes searching for the glory the once saw. She spreads her legs slightly, he can see up her thigh, again blood rushes below his belt line. She continues to “work”, he doesn’t seem to notice the slight pelvic movements she makes sending pleasure through her entire body. Rubbing against the fabric heightens the pleasure. She longs to insert a finger. She spreads he legs wider; she can smell her own wetness. He can now see her sex. Her pubic hair looks soft and is trimmed neatly. He can almost see the opening of her lips. Blood engorges his penis, he is now fully hard. He stay where he is, she smiles at him seductively. She moves her hand between her legs and inserts a finger. She tastes herself. She moves from behind her table while slipping off her dress. He sees her nakedness, she is like a goddess from a vision he once dreamed. She is perfect in every way. He wants to cum. He controls himself and stays laying where he was told to lay.
She steps toward him. She wants him inside her, but first she wants to take him in her mouth. She kisses the head of his circumcised penis. She can taste a bit of his cum. She licks the head and kisses the side. She kisses all the way down his shaft. She stokes his member it has grown a fair size since she first saw it. She wants it in her more. She tickles his balls and rubs his shaft it is all he can do to stop himself from exploding. She takes him in her mouth again, at first just the head then swallowing the shaft deep into her mouth and throat. To enhance her pleasure, she takes the tip of her finger and starts to play with her clit. He tastes good, she loses herself in the pleasure of cumming with his hard cock in her mouth and her finger rubbing her clit. The whole while he stays still, she lifts her mouth off his hardness and climbs his muscular body. She touches him just as she had imagined before. His stomach his chest his shoulders and back. She is on top in a perfect position to mount him. She rubs her wetness against his penis. It feels good as she slides against him. He puts his hand on her hips, he slips inside. They both let out a slight moan of pleasure. The length of his member now lays inside her warmth. He pulls her body closer to him pulling himself deeper inside. He runs his hands up her back, taking her breasts in his mouth licking them one at a time. Sucking and pulling on them, squeezing them with his strong hands. He moves his hands back to her ass. Here hips undulate rhythmically. She rides him. Sometimes he presses deep inside her, other times he teases her with just bit. She longs for his sex to be deep inside. She needs to feel him in a different position. She lifts herself off him turning her back to him. She offers herself to him on her hands and knees, her head down and ass up. He stays where he is for a moment. His urge to please himself becomes too great. He mounts her from behind. He is gentle but firm. His stiffness penetrates her from behind. She shudders with pleasure. He sticks it in deeply and slowly so as they can both enjoy every inch of their togetherness. He slides it out and rubs both her inner and outer lips with his head. Slowly he sticks it in again with each thrust she shudders with pleasure. With each thrust he presses deeper and deeper.
She lifts herself each time so she can take more and more of him into her. He seems to keep growing deeper and deeper inside her. She can no longer control herself she thrusts herself upon him time and time again deeper and deeper he goes her excitement grows until finally he pulls himself out one last time and sticks it in again. As he fills her, the head of his penis explodes. Desperate to take as much as she can before his manhood diminishes; she increases her rhythm ridding him wildly so as to take as much as possible. She cums just as he, trembling with pleasure she digs her nails deep into the couch below her. She lets out one last moan and lifts herself away. Cum drips from the both of them, the head of his penis leaks as she seeps his spent sex out her lips. It runs down her ass and legs. She offers him a shower, they clean each other off. Anytime they touch it is like electricity. He gets hard she gets wet and they please each other again and again. Finally when all energies are spent, he leaves. They arrange to meet again sometime the next week. She sits exhausted looking at her work. She pleased with what she sees. And thinks of what might happen during next week’s session.