a story written for a girl i used to know

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Gianna Michaels

She had unlocked the door to the studio she shared with two other aspiring artists early. It was just a few minutes after 8 in the morning on a Monday in early August. There was so much work to do. Her big exhibition was just six short weeks away, and she has to finish at least ten canvasses. Fifteen would be better!And she made tea and put some Beethoven on the CD-player. She changed into her favourite painters coat, the one she had had for years.It was summer-time and there was a heatwave. Even this early it was very hot everywhere and since she didn´t really expect to be socializing, she simple replaced her clothes with the once while coat, then put canvasses on all her three easels. There would be no time for oil, it had to be acrylic, which made thing a little easier (but not a lot).Then she took a deep breath and realized that her inspiration just wasn´t there!She tried to sketch with a soft pencil. That trick worked sometimes, just doing some doodling, but then she had to laugh. Without really thinking, she realized that she had, in fact, been drawing one very large and very erect penis.She giggled. Crazy.A few quick lines added muscular thighs.“Paint is so expensive..” şişli escort she mumbled under her breath, but began to mix a good skin-colour on her palette. The picture was seen from somewhere between the man´s knees, but only his thighs and his penis was visible, at least right now. She began to paint the base of the dick with fast but careful strokes. She realized that the size would be about the same as a real penis.She added more umbra and began to paint a rough sketch of the testicles. More detail would follow as soon as the first coat of paint would be dry enough to paint again. Then she sipped some tea and turned the music up a bit. The studio was in an old industrial compound; there would be no complaints from the neighbours. Besides, it was the Berlin philharmonics and Celibidache….There was something a bit wrong!The angle was not quite right, a penis could not stand that upright, at least she had never seen that. She took the pencil a drew fingers holding the base. Better!Then a wrist. It could look as if the viewer (or painter) was holding the penis. Yes, it could work!She opened the top button. It was already a smouldering hot day. Anybody with a right mind would try şişli escort bayan to flee the city, and she hoped that Brat and Pierre, the 2 guys she was sharing the studio with, had done that. Now inspiration was coming to her!She mixed red and blue to various shades of purple. Began to colour the head of the cock. Of her cock, her dream cock. The size and colour of a lamb´s heart.Much better. Not exactly true-to-life, but good, better than much of her other stuff, and at least more fun to make. She began to think of a back-ground. Something really wild and crazy!An outdoor scene.An outdoor scene that could easily be recognized, like…She walked a few paces back from the easel, to better study her work. A city-scape?Yes, the man lying on his back on a city bench, the painter/viewer kneeling in front of him, faceless people rushing by. Perhaps the square next to the local train station?She could absolutely do that!Then she undid another two buttons. Only one was keeping the old coat together now. Without really thinking, she slipped out of her panties and quickly put them into her purse. It would be so typical her to misplace them, if she didn´t.Wait….Same motif, but from mecidiyeköy escort a different perspective. The viewer still holding the cock upright, but turned 180 degrees, now looking towards the faceless man´s feet. And the city-scape a different one, but still one that will be easy to recognize.AND….One, from the side!Just as the man ejaculates!!Humming to the music, she looked at the other canvasses. It would be a waste of time, she couldn´t see that kind of painting ever selling or even get on show. But it would be a fun objective. And she giggled at the thought of using a real, live model for the painting!There was a sudden, short draught of cooler air in the studio. She could clearly feel it on her bare thighs, but she didn´t really think about it. Any kind of cooling was welcome. She put down the brush and took the pencil. Looked at canvas number 2, all white and untouched. Could be painted over, just took some time a bit of cheap white…Oh, yes!Penis number two began to appear from the tip of the pencil. Her tongue were wetting her lips, and she was totally swallowed by her work, even though this obviously was a waste of her time and money. She was swaying to the music. Leaning forwards and wiggling her butt just a little. A good thing that she was alone; that painter´s coat was really too short to be worn when there was any-one else around. Especially while semi-dancing, even if it was to Beethoven.

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