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The Artist's Obsession - part 1
You stand in front of your sewing machine, carefully selecting fabrics and textures to create a unique piece that reflects your edgy style. Your long, dark hair falls over your shoulders as you concentrate on the task at hand. The scent of freshly cut fabric fills the air, reminding you why you fell in love with fashion design in the first place. Despite your passion for creating beautiful underwear designs, a nagging thought lingers in the back of your mind: I hope this new collection will be a hit… I need the money.
Your phone buzzes on the table nearby, breaking your concentration. You glance at the screen and see a message from one of your close friends, asking how your latest design is coming along. You quickly reply, It’s going well! I think this new collection will be amazing… I just hope it sells well.
As you continue to work on your design, your thoughts drift to your secret side hustle: selling your used underwear online. It’s a lucrative business, but you can’t help but feel ashamed and worried about what people might think if they found out. You confide in your friend about your fear of being judged or losing clients because of it, but she reassures you that as long as you’re careful, there’s nothing to worry about.
Later that day, you receive an Instagram direct message from a user named ‘GregoryArt’. The message reads: “Hey there! I came across your profile and I absolutely love your designs. I was wondering if you’d be interested in creating a custom piece for me?” Intrigued, you respond with a link to your website and ask for more details about the order.
Gregory replies promptly, explaining that he is an artist who specializes in painting and drawing the human form. He has developed an obsession with used underwear as a way to connect with the intimacy of the wearer and would love to have a custom piece designed by you. Flattered by his compliments and excited about the potential sale, you agree to meet him at his art studio to discuss the order further.
The next day, you arrive at Gregory’s art studio, taking in the breathtaking view of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The spacious room is filled with canvases, paints, and brushes, showcasing his passion for art. As you step inside, he greets you warmly, his chiseled features and piercing green eyes making your heart flutter.
Gregory leads you to a large work table in the center of the room, covered with sketches and fabric swatches. He explains that he envisions a piece that combines your unique sense of style with his love for vintage lingerie. As you discuss the design, you can’t help but notice the sexual tension building between you.
You share your thoughts on the fabric choices and suggest incorporating some lace detailing to give the underwear a more feminine touch. Gregory nods in agreement, his eyes locked on yours as he leans in closer. The air is thick with desire, and it becomes too much to bear. Without saying a word, you find yourselves drawn to each other like magnets.
Gregory’s hands cup your face gently as he pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your lips lock together, tongues dancing in a frenzied rhythm. His fingers trace the outline of your breasts through your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. You moan softly, lost in the moment.
Without breaking the kiss, Gregory lifts you onto the work table, your legs wrapping around his waist as he presses his body against yours. The fabric swatches and sketches scatter across the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. You can feel his hardness through his pants, and you know that neither of you can resist any longer.
In one swift motion, Gregory unbuttons your blouse, revealing your lacy bra beneath. He cups your breasts in his hands, his thumbs grazing your nipples, causing them to harden instantly. You gasp as he leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it with abandon.
Your hands find their way to the button of his pants, desperate to feel him inside you. With a swift motion, you unzip his pants and free his throbbing cock from its confines. You stroke him gently, feeling the warmth and weight of him in your hand. Gregory groans with pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily.
You slide off the work table and onto your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the tip, teasing him before taking him deep into your throat. Gregory’s hands grasp the back of your head, guiding you as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.
With a final groan, Gregory pulls away from you, his cock glistening with your saliva. He helps you to your feet and turns you around, so you’re facing the work table. He lifts your skirt, revealing your matching lacy thong. Without a word, he slides it down your legs, exposing your wet pussy.
Gregory steps closer, his cock pressing against your entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushes himself inside you, filling you completely. You moan as he begins to thrust, his hips slapping against yours in a steady rhythm. Your hands grip the edge of the work table, your knuckles turning white with the force of your grasp.
The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Gregory’s hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass as he drives into you harder and faster. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling deep within you.
With a final thrust, you cry out as your climax crashes over you, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Gregory follows suit, his cock pulsing inside you as he empties himself. The two of you collapse onto the work table, your bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
You’re back in your cozy apartment, the sun shining through the windows and casting a warm glow on the room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you sip from your favorite mug, lost in thought about last night’s passionate encounter with Gregory.
Your mind races with memories of his strong hands on your body, his skilled tongue exploring every inch of your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the intense pleasure he brought you, and the way he looked at you with such desire and admiration.
Placing your mug on the counter, you turn your attention to preparing for your meeting with Gregory. You carefully select a variety of fabrics and designs, eager to showcase your talent and creativity. As you lay out the materials on your worktable, you can’t help but feel nervous and excited about seeing him again.
Your phone buzzes, interrupting your thoughts. It’s a text message from Gregory, confirming your meeting time and expressing his eagerness to see your new designs. This sets the tone for their upcoming encounter and increases the anticipation of their reunion.
As the hour approaches, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that this is just another business meeting. But as soon as Gregory arrives, all pretense of professionalism dissipates. His piercing green eyes lock onto yours, and you feel your heart race in response.
‘Hi,’ he says with a smile, his voice low and husky. ‘You look amazing.’
You blush, grateful for the warmth of the sun on your face as you lead him to your worktable. As you both sit down, the sexual tension is palpable, but you do your best to focus on the task at hand: showcasing your underwear designs.
Gregory listens intently as you explain your creative process and the inspiration behind each piece. He runs his fingers over the fabrics, admiring the intricate details and unique combinations of textures. You can see the genuine appreciation in his eyes, and it boosts your confidence, making you feel more desirable than ever before.
‘These are incredible,’ he says, his voice filled with awe. ‘I can tell how much passion and care goes into each design.’
You smile, feeling flattered by his praise. As you continue to discuss your work, the sexual tension reaches a boiling point when Gregory accidentally brushes against you while reaching for a fabric swatch. The contact is brief but electric, causing both of you to become flustered and aroused.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘I didn’t mean to—’
Before he can finish his sentence, you find yourself leaning in and capturing his lips with yours. The passion between you ignites like wildfire, and you give in to your desires, engaging in passionate foreplay. Gregory explores your body through your underwear before finally removing it, revealing your most intimate secrets to him.
The sensual experience deepens your connection and leaves you both yearning for more. As you lay together in the afterglow, you confess your secret desire for Gregory, leading to a heartfelt conversation about your feelings for each other. You agree to explore your relationship further, both personally and professionally, as you navigate the complexities of your shared passion for art, beauty, and used underwear.