i. I couldn’t write anymore. It just wasn’t happening. You know what kind of writing I mean: the allegedly laudable kind. The kind I did back in the day, when I was too young to know or care about my limitations as an author. Too vain to realize that I...
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It was a late night and Raine was tired. She looked down at the expensive flower arrangement in her hand and pressed the apartment's doorbell for the fifth time. No answer. Only when she turned to walk away did the door finally open. “Hey,” The man was ta...
Artifact
Kylie's internship at an art gallery gives her much more experience than she bargained forKylie Venn smoothed the front of her black pleated skirt and reviewed the work she had done on her ipad. A range of photos of architectural closeups of different modernist landmarks. She'd perhaps pretentiously shifted them to black and white. They looke...
Paris Palimpsest
Masterpieces fade away, quick as free ink flowsAll tales of her innocence are lies. I swear and always will, that all of it was her fault! Hers, and her idiot father's. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It was too much to bear for the fragile sense of a proper de...
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One Night in the Library
A librarian's exploration of an artist's last manuscript leads to unexpected results.I locked the library door and turned off all but the security lights. The rest of the library’s staff had gone home and the library itself would be closed until Monday. That left me alone with the building all to myself. No one would even know I was there...
Mieko: A Catalogue
Portrait of the artistThe Great Kings of Persia“A phrase keeps going through my mind: The Great Kings of Persia.”“What is it? Is it a story? A poem?”“It’s nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. Just a phrase. A title.”“Storm drift. Something. It could be something,” said Dash. “...
All In The Art of Loving You
Our love - and how we make it - is our priceless masterpiece.Where I place my passion,is in the art of loving you,to create a chain reaction,when we begin anew. If you multiplied a fraction by a trillion brilliant stars,that wouldn't represent,how far away we are. How far away from sorrow,from emptiness and pain,we...
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A Trip to St Louis
Sir and Gabrielle.Sir Vincent arrived at the private airfield attached to San Francisco International Airport in, as he himself would describe it, a cunt of a bad mood. The weather was far too hot for him, and he had a hangover that he couldn't shake. A tequila hangover of...
Ashley Art Model: Part Four
The buttery metallic sweetness flowing down my throat tingled...Taylynn's sock was finally gone from our dorm door as Ipassed to stand in front of Kiera's. For once, she was not spreading her legs for her boyfriend. Shocking. It seemed all she ever wanted to do was show her pussy to him. By now, I'm sure she knows I s...
Ashley Art Model: Part Three
I felt the combination of my hood pulling back and my clit pushing forward in its erectness.Taylynn's sock was still hung on our dorm room doorknob as I passed by. I couldn't believe I had cum before her or even before her boyfriend exploded. I had to laugh a little. Then I wondered if that actually was a good thing. Oh well, it was what it was....
Ashley Art Model: Part Two
I looked down. Her labia protruded from the smoothness surrounding them.I arrived at my dorm to find Taylynn's sock slid over the doorknob. I rolled my eyes; I was tired and I wanted my bed, but now I had to wait for her and her boyfriend to quit fucking first. Great, just great. All I wanted was to get an hour of sleep befor...
The Rake: "It's fascinating how the perception of people towards an activity, thought and sometimes even a person changes with a change in environment." At least, that is what Rhea contemplated as she walked the length of the art gallery, admiring and som...
I Dominus: New York City - Gil takes a bite out of the Big Apple
Does Lush need a 'Filth' badge? I think so.I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow. "The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you," Amanda halfheartedly thanked me. Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a...
Paint my lips by kissing meSculpt me in your armsThis room shall be our studioWhere we create our art Too fluid to be capturedAnd set within a frameToo sacred to be notedOr garner any fame Yet lasting and indelibleThroughout both our livesEach of us a mas...