The artist looked beyond the sketchbook to his model determined to continue with his work. But it was hard. Her beauty, not to mention her nakedness, was somewhat distracting. He was determined, though, to remain professional and ploughed on despite the sweat that was starting to break out on his forehead.
At least she was still, whilst she remained still he could pretend she was merely a picture he was copying, like when a student in London’s art galleries. But then she bit her lip briefly and swallowed and he took in her beautiful neck. He tried to go back to his sketch but found that part complete. Then he heard her breathing and saw her bosom rising and falling, rising and falling and it became too much.
He rose abruptly, startling her. Seeing this he apologised and explained himself and apologised again. “It is no matter,” she said, “I have been thinking a lot while in this pose. Indeed, I have had quite a lot of time to do so in the last few days. And I think of the talks we’ve had before and after my sits and how sweet you are and how desperately I want you between my legs. So why don’t you put your clothes with mine and get over here.”
And so the partnership between artist and muse became sexual and began to flourish from its innocent beginnings of an artist selecting a beautiful model toward a passionate relationship that inspired scores of artworks.
At least she was still, whilst she remained still he could pretend she was merely a picture he was copying, like when a student in London’s art galleries. But then she bit her lip briefly and swallowed and he took in her beautiful neck. He tried to go back to his sketch but found that part complete. Then he heard her breathing and saw her bosom rising and falling, rising and falling and it became too much.
He rose abruptly, startling her. Seeing this he apologised and explained himself and apologised again. “It is no matter,” she said, “I have been thinking a lot while in this pose. Indeed, I have had quite a lot of time to do so in the last few days. And I think of the talks we’ve had before and after my sits and how sweet you are and how desperately I want you between my legs. So why don’t you put your clothes with mine and get over here.”
And so the partnership between artist and muse became sexual and began to flourish from its innocent beginnings of an artist selecting a beautiful model toward a passionate relationship that inspired scores of artworks.
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