The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wive...
Justine left it a day. She didn't want to appear too eager or desperate. Also, it would give Corey a little time to readjust time zones, though he'd only been to the other side of the country. The day itself was torment. So many warring emotions. How woul...
Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr. Turner's plants early.” She scrabbled in her cutoffs for the key and lined it up with the...
Heart pounding and hand shaking, I knocked, holding my girlfriend's birthday gift painting against my leg. What am I doing here? Sapphire eyes full of desire answered, eyes I'd soon see looking up at me, my cock between his lips. The vibrant painting had...
I posed for Heather last week. She was the organizer of a meetup I attended. This is part two of the story about what happened yesterday when it was my turn to paint her. Heather wanted to avoid coming to my house to pose. I don't think she was concerned...
You and Matt are invited to a party by a couple that you have known and trusted for quite a while. They are somewhat secretive about it, but they feel that you both will really enjoy it. The party is at a 'friend of a friend's place, at a huge house with...
“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 fing...
How can I tell in public, Words that should find their dwelling, deep within your soul? For when I bask in the glow of your smile, I find my home, For you are all I could ever want, And your heart is my home. If I could paint a picture of someone...
You might say to me what is a spangle ? And I would say, "she is my glittering sunshine" She is a reflection of all around her. In the sunshine she could burn your eyes, In the moonlight .... she becomes more mystic. Each day she is a new flavour to ta...
My time with the Captain built more self-esteem than confessing to an angel for forgiveness. I told Gabriel there was nothing wrong with him. Now, I told myself there was nothing wrong with me. The truth was different. It was a memorial that caused anothe...
Paris … ah, Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty-five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a...
I was at my easel, failing yet again to create something beautiful when I heard a knock at my front door. I looked at the clock and my eyes popped wide open: it was four o'clock and I realized that it must be my buyer standing outside my apartment. Panic...
The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de...
The bond between the Artist and the Muse, Cannot be understood by an external being. The things that pass between the two, Changed into words, paint or music. The Artist knows the Muse better, Than the world really knows. Yet the world doesn't always see...
Enclosed within the four walls of her messy studio, she unveiled her canvas and continued the work that kept her awake all night due to the excitement to see its results. A brush on her hand and a palette on the other, she set wings to the colors and let...
