The Artist and His Muse; Bedtime

oh that torturing man…. still loving this series, Errant. Awesome!

Errant Satiety

The Artist and His Muse continued from Bathed

I luxuriate in the pose, allowing myself to get wetter and wetter. I hear his pencil on the paper and know it is my form he draws. I sigh and settle only able to see the tiniest part of him. For some time I wait content. Then frustration enters me. My aching becomes an itch I must scratch. The pencil is scratching on the paper when I want friction on my clit or against my body. I calm and remind myself of our agreement… but I want that cock I have tasted to penetrate me, to slide in where his fingers have paved the way. I desire, my desire becomes stretching to elongate my form. I am posed poised for penetration yet I cannot bear the wait.

Irritable now I wait, knowing his are eyes upon me, drinking me in. His fingers…

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4 thoughts on “The Artist and His Muse; Bedtime

  1. Dear Mel,
    Thank you so much for reblogging this post from Errant Satiety. Aahhh her Erotic, Sensual and Very Arousing post left me Captivated. Her writing are so eloquently composed. I’m now following her site.
    Your Friend,
    Anastasia 😊


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