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“What are you doing missy?”

He stood there, his unruly hair kept off his face with a Buff, his lean and muscular upper body exposed looking very much like one of his own studies in human anatomy. She licked her lips and shivered a little as she squeezed her vaginal walls together.

She sighed again.

He had only recently started tapping into his artistic side; long dormant in pursuit of a noble career. Meeting her had changed a few things in his life, including this awakening to art. She wondered who was really more surprised at this development. Likely she was. The first time she had glanced at a charcoal sketch of his her breath had caught in her throat. A sense of pride had filled her as she realised that his artistic inclination wasn’t just something to do as a hobby but, something he was actually gifted enough to do in earnest. He was still and always cautious and couldn’t quite believe himself an artist, but his spirit had already changed. His hair had grown a little, he no longer wore the “full suit’ to the office 5 days a week and she noticed that he had started shaving only every other day. He wasn’t slovenly – that he would never become, but there was a relaxation within him she was pleased to witness. It balanced him off nicely. His own trinity: the athlete, the executive and the artist.

They had talked of learning how to dance the Argentinean Tango. He had mentioned wanting to learn how to play classical guitar. They had started a blog together to talk about living well and healthy lives. But it was painting that had in fact manifested itself fully. It was painting that had tapped into his emotional, creative and spiritual being. She used words to paint an image, he used oils and acrylics.

She watched him now; his fingers full of gooey paint, his knife being brandished like a knight’s sword or surgeon’s scalpel on his canvas. The thick paint was changing colors, taking on contours and shadows. The textures changing from smooth ridges to hard edges depending on the mood. The focus was always the human form, more often than not the female soft curves over took the massive canvas. He painted larger than life, bold and vibrant, a crazy cross between art deco and comic strips. His was a wonderfully strange and modern vision.

She was almost jealous of the way he focused on his art. He disappeared inside his creative bubble almost oblivious to her, the loft, and the music in the air with its slightly tribal beat.

She licked her lips again.

Closing her eyes, she let her hand disappear in her lace panties. Tasting the paint on her lips she melded into the canvas in his mind. Unnervingly she felt them, his strong and powerful hands not just caressing her body, but molding it to his pleasing. His hand rushing up her thigh, the knife slicing away another inch off her hips and his fingers gently adding it back. Her shoulder raised, her breasts protruding outwards, his fingers smudging her nipple, the blade bringing it back – hard, harsh then fingers smoothing it out … feminine.

His breath on her canvas skin shivering. Her abs one moment smooth the next more athletic, then some wonderful place in-between. She was his vision being born out of her own flesh. She was his desire burning, growing inside her own belly. Slow and reverently, fingers between her thighs. Darkness there. Mystery. A brush, a sweep … her clit gorged and proud begging, asking for more attention ….large sweeping fingers, paint filling holes, her body arching to meet his touch, the multicolored lubricant letting his hands sweep and fall in all the correct nooks and crannies. She moans. The thick wooden handle of the knife slips against her cunt; there it wants to disappear in the darkness. It slows, it halts. Then harshly up it spreads her apart – to discover an internal canvas a new blank space to discover to fill. She aches for his warmth, his touch and he fills her , a hot aching need to be alive and explodes with a white flash to paint the inside of her.

A sensual voice floats to her ears …. “What are you doing missy?”

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February 4, 2010 - Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , ,

23 Comments »

  1. Hello there my darling friend. Well, well, well… this short story is definitely a beauty. I love the naught from start to finish. The pictures of her not being able to sex at peace is obvious throughout. I kept thinking, at any moment, she’s going to jump him, wrestle him to the floor, take the very essence of his manhood and tear him apart. So bad, she wanted him. But… she remained patient. observing the beauty of him, just painting… just being… Lovely.

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | February 4, 2010 | Reply

    • Thank you Craig! and welcome back it has been too long since I have seen you here! What a pleasure. Glad you enjoyed this.
      Art in any form is about patience.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  2. ‘Tasting the paint on her lips she melded into the canvas in his mind.”

    Very nicely done, Fantasia, with all the usual deeply perfect imagery etched into my mind.

    While I can dig the sexuality of the piece, and the lacy panties, I can also sense the reality behind the artistic side of the character and although I am far from “buff” I enjoyed the taste of the art and the genuine romanticism.

    He IS creating art in the seduction, making her real with brush and stroke and a very nice painting to go with the story to evoke her loveliness.

    This is ART and Anais Nin would be proud, and most likely aroused, too. 🙂

    Welcome back, Hen

    Comment by Henry B. Rosenbush | February 4, 2010 | Reply

    • Awe … Hen … what amazing praise. I’m all flustered. When I wrote that sentence it was almost accidental. I was going over it to edit and realised it was just the way it should be. So I love that you picked THAT sentence. You are amazingly astute.

      If ever I publish – I’ll ask for him to create the cover art I think. That would be poetic.

      ……… Anais Nin would be proud …oh you flatter … you flatter indeed!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  3. This is brilliant, Fantasia. The art, in both forms, is stunningly beautiful and sensual. Well done.

    Comment by Silia | February 4, 2010 | Reply

    • Silia, Thank you friend. Every now and then something comes out the way it should. You look at it and think “yep – that one is a keeper”. Usually I find there’s something missing, or a part I’m not as happy with … this one … this is one I can see myself revisiting.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  4. I have no words…except that I wish there were a few more words to read. Luscious. Just wonderful.

    Comment by Smokedawg | February 5, 2010 | Reply

    • Ah my dear friend. Thank you. It’s funny how a single moment you are living, can create in a tumbling like affect a story, a scenario a “feeling”. Stranger yet, in those moments when muses merge, you see how complimentary people can be, not just with personalities or views, but in art … in a soul way. I am glad you enjoyed it – and I will agree with you. I do want to expand on this one … but for now I want to leave like this – as fleeting as the moment that sparked it was.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  5. I have an “erotica as art” piece kicking around in my head but after reading this I have to put it on hold as there are entirely too many similarities.

    Well done! The words are carefully chosen, the emotions powerful, the sensuality undeniable. I enjoyed this one.

    — PB

    Comment by The Panserbjørne | February 5, 2010 | Reply

    • Panser … this is high praise from you. My most difficult critic! (I love you for it truly I do … how else will I grow?)

      I have one other “art” story in my vault … but from a different angle all together. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

      Nothing is ever new …. all we ever do is recreate. How many nudes exit in the world of art??

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  6. I love the idea that their lovemaking is never mentioned. It is left up to the reader’s imagination. That’s erotica at it most sublime. It’s the reason why I continue to return to see what new twists and turns you will create. It’s a wonderful piece, very sensual and different. Thank you for this.

    Comment by megawfa79 | February 5, 2010 | Reply

    • megawfa79 thank you so much … it’s interesting you should say that since I was just wondering if I had gotten too soft lately. I’ve had 2 readers ask me why I wasn’t going into details anymore … and then you come and tell me that it’s specifically that point that appeals to you … Ah well guess I’ll just have to keep you all on your toes!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 6, 2010 | Reply

      • I’ve found in my own fiction lately that while I still go into those “details,” even when I do, I sometimes step back at a certain point and leave the remaining details to the reader’s imagination, and appreciation of my work doesn’t seem to have slacked off.

        Nor in those stories where I avoid detailed sex-act descriptions altogether.

        Which is nice, because it makes me feel like I can write a wider range of stories (intensity/detail-wise) and still titillate.

        Follow your instincts, Fantasia…they have served you well in the past and seem to be continuing to do so.

        Comment by smokedawg | February 6, 2010

      • You are the best … thank you so much. I do like the range and the option. Perhaps it’s time I challenged myself again to go “into detail”… although I have a few stories in archive to post I sense that indeed something is on it’s way that may be more raw. Another thing is I may go into another story in multiple parts. I’ve been keeping them short lately. Ah – you are correct my friend … variety!

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 7, 2010

  7. I feel like I have been here before in the past. It might have been a dream. Nonetheless this all feels so vaguely familiar. Like I am Karl and passed into another realm of sheer delights and untold adventure. May the ride continue.

    Comment by kingkarl | February 5, 2010 | Reply

  8. Oh so beautiful. Did you also paint the picture yourself? Its fantastic. I just got into oils myself.

    Comment by Drew | February 6, 2010 | Reply

  9. Oh Fantasia what a wonderful mind you have! That was truly sublime – thank you! ;->

    Comment by wifegonebad | February 6, 2010 | Reply

  10. It is worth the wait, sometimes.
    The painting is amazing.
    The writing is sublime.
    That’s he’s not shaving everyday is the joi de vivre he found with her.
    That she slipped her hand under her laced panties while he painted is her love for him.
    Pieces of a puzzle falling in place.

    Silia… I love you 🙂

    Comment by Thorn | February 7, 2010 | Reply

    • I will let him know you said so … (about the painting)
      Your comment is even more poetic than my story … ah Silia you are a lucky lucky woman indeed!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 7, 2010 | Reply

  11. That painting is wonderful and I love the words wrapped around it too. So evocative.

    I cant imagine anything more wonderful than seeing my man’s perception of me on a canvas.

    Comment by Joanna Cake | February 7, 2010 | Reply

    • Oh!! wow such talent visiting my site! ooooh *clap hands like a little girl*
      It is wonderful – then again he finds it wonderful to read his life – almost like a diary – in my stories … so I suppose we are gifting each other with some artistic expressions.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 7, 2010 | Reply

  12. wow, definitely a different work of art
    this story brought me back to a long forgotten past,
    and i can’t help but remember now,
    i was in high school and had a huge crush on my social studies professor, i had so many midnight dreams of us together… hahaha, old times makes me smile…

    Comment by Asian Butterfly | February 8, 2010 | Reply

  13. Sensual and hot! I liked this one! So how have you been?

    Comment by christinekirchoff | February 10, 2010 | Reply


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