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The Artist's Muse - part 1
You are standing in front of your easel, brush in hand, staring blankly at the canvas. The paint is drying on your palette as you struggle to find inspiration for your latest masterpiece. Your thoughts wander: I need something new… something different to spark my creativity.
Suddenly, a knock on the door jolts you back to reality. You turn around to see who it is and are surprised to find a tall, elegant woman with short, dark hair and piercing green eyes standing in your doorway. She’s wearing a sharp-looking pantsuit that accentuates her curves, and she carries herself with an air of confidence and authority.
“Hello,” she says, extending her hand. “I’m Lesbian.”
You shake her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through you at her touch. “YN,” you reply, introducing yourself. “What can I do for you?”
Lesbian smiles warmly. “I heard about your work from a mutual friend and was hoping to commission a portrait.” She gestures towards the canvas. “I see you’re busy at the moment, but perhaps we could schedule a time for our first session?”
You glance back at your unfinished painting, feeling a twinge of guilt. Maybe this could be the change I need, you think to yourself. You look up at Lesbian and nod. “Of course. How about tomorrow afternoon? Say, 2 pm?”
Lesbian’s eyes light up with excitement. “Perfect,” she says, shaking your hand again. “I’ll see you then.”
As she leaves, you can’t help but notice the sway of her hips and the way her hair falls across her shoulders. A flutter of anticipation builds in your chest as you wonder what tomorrow will bring.
The next day arrives, and you spend the morning preparing for Lesbian’s visit. You tidy up your studio, set out fresh paints and brushes, and even put on some background music to create a relaxed atmosphere. At precisely 2 pm, the door opens, and Lesbian walks in, looking even more stunning than she did the day before.
“Hello again,” you say, offering her a warm smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”
Lesbian returns your smile. “Thank you for having me,” she says, taking a seat on the stool you’ve set up in front of the easel. “I’m excited to see what you come up with.”
You begin by asking her questions about her life and career, trying to get a sense of who she is as a person. Lesbian speaks passionately about her work in finance, her love for travel, and her desire to make a difference in the world. As she talks, you find yourself drawn to her intelligence, her ambition, and her natural charisma.
As you listen, you begin to sketch her outline on the canvas, your hand moving swiftly and confidently across the surface. You feel a surge of inspiration as you capture the essence of Lesbian’s personality in your brushstrokes.
When you finally look up from your work, you notice that Lesbian has been watching you intently. Your eyes meet, and there’s an undeniable spark between you. You feel your heart racing as a wave of desire washes over you.
“YN,” Lesbian says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
You lean in closer, your breath catching in your throat. “What is it?” you ask, your voice husky with anticipation.
Lesbian takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again. “I… I’ve always been attracted to women,” she confesses, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But I’ve never acted on it. I’ve always been too afraid of what people would think.”
Your own heart is pounding in your chest as you listen to Lesbian’s admission. You feel a rush of empathy and understanding, knowing all too well the feeling of being trapped by societal expectations.
“I understand,” you say gently, reaching out to take her hand. “But here, in this studio, we can be whoever we want to be.”
Lesbian looks at you with a mixture of hope and desire. She squeezes your hand tightly before standing up and closing the distance between you. Her fingers trace the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as she leans in to kiss you.
Your lips meet, soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepening into a passionate embrace. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer as you lose yourself in the moment.
As the kiss intensifies, Lesbian’s hands begin to roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with growing confidence. She pushes you gently towards the couch that sits in the corner of the studio, and you fall back onto it, pulling her down with you.
Your hands find their way beneath her jacket, caressing the smooth skin of her back as she moans softly into your mouth. You can feel the heat between your legs building as Lesbian’s fingers dance along your thighs, inching higher and higher.
Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door, breaking the spell and jolting you both back to reality. You look at each other with wide eyes, breathless and flushed, as the sound of footsteps approaches.
“YN?” a voice calls from outside the studio. “Are you in there?”
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you quickly disentangle yourself from Lesbian. You glance at her, seeing the same mixture of desire and panic reflected in her eyes. With a silent nod, you both agree to continue this another time.
You stand up, straightening your clothes before opening the door to find one of your friends standing there with a concerned expression on their face. “Hey,” they say, looking back and forth between you and Lesbian. “Are you okay? I heard some noise coming from in here.”
You exchange a quick glance with Lesbian before forcing a smile. “We’re fine,” you say, trying to sound casual. “Just working on a new painting. It’s going really well.”
Your friend nods, but their eyes linger on Lesbian for a moment longer than necessary. “Okay,” they say finally. “I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”
As your friend leaves, you close the door and turn back to Lesbian, who is still standing by the couch, her breathing ragged and her eyes dark with desire. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure as you look at her.
“I… I should go,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ll be back. We have unfinished business.”
You nod, unable to speak as she walks towards the door. Just before she leaves, she turns back to look at you one last time, her eyes filled with longing and promise.
“Until next time,” she says softly, closing the door behind her.
You stand there for a moment, trying to process everything that just happened. Your heart is still racing, your body thrumming with desire as you think about what might have been if your friend hadn’t interrupted.
With shaking hands, you pick up your brush and turn back to the canvas, hoping to capture the passion and intensity of the moment on the blank surface before you. As you paint, you can’t help but feel that this is just the beginning of something truly extraordinary.
The studio is still a mess from your last encounter with Lesbian, but you can’t bring yourself to clean it up. The chaos seems to reflect the turmoil in your heart as you try to make sense of what happened between you.
You’ve been working on a new painting, trying to capture the intensity and passion of that night, but nothing seems to be going right. With each brushstroke, you feel further away from the emotions you experienced with Lesbian.
Frustrated, you set down your brush and pace the room, running your fingers through your long, wavy blonde hair. The dim light casts shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that reminds you of the passionate encounter you shared just a few days ago.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. Glancing at the screen, you see a text message from Lesbian: ‘Hey YN, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I was wondering if we could have another portrait session? There’s something about being in your studio that makes me feel… alive.’
Your heart skips a beat as you read the message. Despite your earlier frustrations, the prospect of seeing Lesbian again fills you with excitement. You quickly type out a reply: ‘I’d love that. When were you thinking?’
Lesbian responds almost immediately: ‘How about tomorrow night? I can’t wait to see what you create next.’
The following evening, you arrive at the studio early to prepare for Lesbian’s arrival. You tidy up the space and set up your easel, determined to make progress on your painting tonight.
As you work, you can’t help but think about Lesbian and the secret desires she revealed during your last encounter. Her admission that she wants to be dominated and controlled during sex took you by surprise, but it also intrigued you, making you curious about exploring this new aspect of your connection.
The sound of footsteps outside the studio breaks your concentration. You look up to see Lesbian standing in the doorway, her short, dark hair perfectly coiffed and her green eyes sparkling with anticipation. She’s wearing a form-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves, making your heart race at the sight of her.
‘Hello, YN,’ she says with a smile. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your work.’
‘Not at all,’ you reply, gesturing for her to take a seat on the stool in front of the easel. ‘I was just getting everything ready for our session.’
Lesbian sits down and crosses her legs, her eyes locked on yours as you begin to sketch her likeness onto the canvas. The tension between you is palpable, and you can’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine.
As you work, you engage in flirtatious banter with Lesbian, both of you enjoying the playful back-and-forth as the anticipation builds. You find yourself getting lost in her eyes, forgetting about the painting altogether.
‘You know,’ Lesbian says softly, ‘I’ve been thinking about what happened last time we were here.’
Your heart skips a beat as you look up from your work. ‘Me too,’ you admit, feeling your cheeks flush with desire.
Lesbian stands up and walks over to where you’re sitting, her movements graceful and confident. She leans in close, her breath warm against your neck as she whispers, ‘I want more, YN. I want to explore this connection between us.’
Unable to resist the pull of her words, you set down your brush and turn to face her. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, all thoughts of the painting forgotten as you give in to your desires.
The next few hours are a blur of sensations as you explore each other’s bodies, pushing boundaries and discovering new depths of pleasure. You take control, dominating Lesbian just as she asked, and revel in the power it gives you over her.
Afterward, spent and sated, you lie together on the floor of the studio, surrounded by paintings and scattered art supplies. The dim light creates an intimate atmosphere, and you find yourself sharing your feelings with Lesbian, discussing what this all means for your relationship moving forward.
‘I never expected this to happen between us,’ you admit, tracing circles on her bare shoulder with your fingertip. ‘But I’m glad it did.’
Lesbian smiles and turns to face you, her eyes filled with emotion. ‘Me too, YN. I feel like we’ve unlocked something special here, something that goes beyond just physical attraction.’
You nod in agreement, feeling a warmth in your chest as you look into her eyes. ‘Then let’s see where it leads us,’ you say, leaning in for another kiss. ‘I’m willing to explore this connection with you, no matter where it takes us.’
With that, you wrap your arms around Lesbian and hold her close, content in the knowledge that you’ve found something truly extraordinary together.