Multi-orgasmic Stories

I stood, trembling, outside his atelier, knuckles poised to knock. Swallowing, I tapped lightly on the door, remembering how he had summoned me… She had confronted me in the market, while I had my hands full of fruit. His mistress, looking at me with that haughty stare the campesinos all loathed, as if she were better than anyone else because she was his. “Pipi wants to paint you.” She sniffed, looking me up and down. “…a...