Brush strokes Stories

Shortly after I first saw Julie naked—she had lost a bet to me and had to perform a striptease at a club on amateur night—we began sharing a bed, always in pajamas. Every morning I'd lovingly brush her hair, like a smitten schoolboy crushing hard on the girl next door. I had long fantasized about making love to her or us being intimate with each other, but that remained just a dream. I couldn't hide my arousal when she sl...

“What the hell is that? We were supposed to paint a landscape or another shot of nature, and here are a few lines and spots that nothing comes out of,” Sarah mocked her friend. “Is it supposed to be a palm tree?” she asked sarcastically, pointing her finger at the shapeless thing on the canvas. Annoyed, Jenna rolled her eyes. “This is a tree. The most ordinary tree in the world. If you had waited a moment, I would have dr...