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fem2410

A piece of art

Art really does come in all shapes and sizes

Let me introduce myself, my name is Brandy. I'm 26 years old and married with two beautiful kids. At the tender age of 26, I work for one of the biggest law firms in the United States. You would think I was living the American dream — a great job and two wonderful kids, a big beautiful house and the car of my dreams. I hate to tell you this but everything isn't what it seems. Things at home really aren't all that great. Y...

Vixey

Paint Splash

Creation at its primitive state.

 Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her...

trix81

After Hours [Part One]

Hunky Ash, shows hot-head, Kaya, there's more to do in class than just study and paint.

Staying behind college to do my artwork wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, I was missing my bed, the TV and a lovely cup of tea but the painting was nearly finished. I wasn't as irritated as I could be but I seriously wasn't impressed either, the rooms were empty though so I could turn my music up louder and just get on with it. I was just applying the last few bits of detail when a boy I knew of well walked in.He moved with...

Piquet

Laetitia

For Laetitia, beaute des beautes.

  O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass! Mellifluous as music, Your name is joy enshrined; A richly perfumed blossom Around my soul entwined. How wonderful,...

Piquet

Loretta Part 1

A story from the long, hot Australian summer.

  “I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…………….”   Loretta’s words still lingered in my head as I awoke. She had somehow worked her way in to my subconscious. That someone so young could be so vindictive, so manipulative, so selfish, regardless of the consequences, amazed and appalled me.   I looked around, taking in the familiar, comforting beach scene before me....

Piquet

Loretta Part 4

A story from the long,hot Australian summer.

    Saturday, February 15 th . 7: 30am   I watched Loretta’s beautifully manicured hand as she lifted the coffee pot. She smiled sweetly and poured me a cup. At dinner the night before she had told me she would be leaving in a week.   “Leaving for where? “I asked.   “Back home to the oldies I guess,” she shrugged.   I had responded by hugging her and kissing her cheek. I was a little surprised but something told me that t...

Piquet

Loretta Part 3

A tale from the long, hot Australian summer.

    Loretta looked from one to the other of us. I could see it in her eyes that she was serious; she wanted to fuck both of us right there and then.   It had been an unusual day to say the least. Now Ulrich looked at me. He wore his usual uncomplicated, pragmatic look; as though she had just asked him to change a light bulb. I looked back at him with wide eyes and a disbelieving look on my face. Loretta however had clearl...

Piquet

Loretta Part 2

A story from the long, hot Australian summer.

  Saturday 12:30 pm   After giving it some thought, I decided to ask Loretta out to lunch. It was the day she was to pose for me and, later in the evening, I also wanted her to sit in on a session with my regular model Ulrich. As an aspiring artist herself, I thought that this would be valuable experience for Loretta as she had no formal training in art.     “Hi Jade, is Loretta ready?”   As always, Jade smiled when she s...

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Jude

For Art's Sake

Meeting Christine felt like it was all about tennis... tuns out it was about art, and a lot more

The story of how I met Christine still amazes me.     Who knew the adventure I’d embark upon when the phone rang that Sunday afternoon?“Is that Mark?”   The voice was female, mid-twenties I guessed, but all business.“It is.” I kept up the business-like nature of the call.   “How can I help you?”“You’re in my league at the tennis club.   Would you like to play this week?   I’m Christine, by the way.”Under my breath I curse...

cannonball2020

Spencer's Group

Posing for Spencer Tunick

Maggie and I were sitting at an outside table in front of our favorite coffee house when two young ladies came by passing out a flyer. We didn’t pay much attention to the flier or the non-descript girls and continued discussing our favorite subject, old movies. With us were Greg and Mary, and Maggie’s two friends from college, Judy and Amy. I saw Greg glance at one of the flyers and his eyes opened wide with interest as h...