Sunday, January 31, 2010
This is what's written on the paintings themselves...
You are my canvas, there for me to turn you different shades of red. Whether it be from the stinging slap to your nipple or the blush that rushes to your cheeks after a compliment, you're there for me to color.
You are my canvas, there for me to turn different shades of milky white. My hot cum spraying across your skin after you've brought me over the edge with your mouth or eager, wet pussy.
You are my canvas, there for me to turn your world darker then you're use to. Blindfolded and unexpecting of what's to cum. It could be the poke from a fork across your thighs, leading the way to your dampened pussy or the light touch of a feather over your nipples to get them to stand on end.
But most importantly, you are becoming my muse. There for me to gain strength and promise. Giving me the ideas to brush across my canvas, allowing me to swipe you clean and rework you from day to day.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
We meet at our spot, a nice pizzaria for drinks and a chat. We laugh when I tell you about how messy I get when I eat, right as I get spillage on my shirt. Our talk is flirty and I let you in on a secret, I want a lil parking lot play...and as we look at the time...it has flew by us once again. You're due home any minute.
I walk you to your car and our lips meet when we get there. A driver yells at us in a kidding way, "Get a room you two" but that doesn't stop us, hell...that doesn't stop me from pulling up your skirt to flash them. We continue our kiss, you reach down my pants and grab a hold of my cock... I tap you on the ass and whisper in your ear..."A family is coming this way" and we stop our naughty ways long enough for them to pass, but continue when they are far enough away.
I ask you several times if you must leave, whispering one last time what I want you to do...but sadly you must go and say "I'll get my dessert on Tuesday"