She looked at the email blast in part excitement, part trepidation. ‘Calling all nudes! Please send nudes to the below email address. I draw tastefully, I assure you 😉.’ She shut down her laptop and bit her lip, then quickly restarted it. Fuck it, she said inwardly as she sent a photo of herself lying down sultrily in bed, her face cropped out. A few minutes later, she got a personal response from the artist: ‘Thanks a lot! I didn’t think anyone would reply. I’ll try to do your picture justice. She smiled to herself, this time in full excitement before shutting down her laptop again. A few hours later. Oh my God, she gasped to herself. This drawing could not be of her. It was beautiful. Elegant. Her stubborn tummy pooch was practically shaded over and her body was as curvy as a mocha-coloured hourglass. ‘This is amazing!’ She typed in response. ‘No. YOU are amazing.’ He replied. She thought and thought of ways to truly show her appreciation; as far as she was concerned, a simple thank you could not suffice. And then she smiled to herself and began to type…. *** Lay there. Just like that. Don’t move. You look absolutely breath-taking. Paint splashes. Gasps rent the air as the viscous liquid hit her flushed skin. She looks up at him and sees him so concentrated in his painting that he is does not notice splashes from his frenetic slashes peppering her body. Shit, I’m sorry. Don’t worry. It’s not harmful. She smiles softly. Shyly. Still unsure of her nudity but wanting him to see her. See her deeply. Fully. Wholly. See her shell. See her soul. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You know this right? She knows she is. She hears it all the time. But still…. That little voice. Fuck. She looks up again as he mumbles almost inaudibly. Then she sees him adjust himself, trying to hide what her body is doing to him. She smiles again, but this time coyly. At last. Her stare is almost tangible. He looks down at her and sees the message in her eyes. Her need. Her want. Her acceptance. Her lust. Are you sure? She nods at his whisper. She beckons to him with outstretched arms. He almost stumbles in his haste to be with her on the sheeted floor. He bypasses her mouth and zeroes instantly on her nipples. She gasps as he sucks one in almost frantically. Needy. Then the other. Pulling suckles that send electricity crawling from the top of her spine to her pussy. Am I hurting you? She shakes her head quickly as he nods then continues sucking. Nibbling. She clasps his head to her chest and looks up unseeingly at the ceiling. She gives a start as one hand trails up to her lips then a finger dips into her mouth. Two. She begins to suck as well. Swirling her tongue round his thick fingers then sucking as he thrusts into her mouth. Miming what is sure to follow later with his cock. Damn, baby. His other hand slowly slides to her pussy. The slow trail contrasts almost violently to the force with which he is attacking her breasts. He circles her clit gently. Almost lazily. She is panting around his thrusting fingers at this point. He looks up at her and smiles boyishly. Innocent devil. As he smiles, she sucks his fingers, smiling with her eyes. He winks then thrusts hard into her pussy. Urgh. She doesn’t realise when she grunts out loud around his fingers. Her orgasm starts to build as he thrusts his fingers in her mouth and fingers in her pussy at the same time. Her eyes close then fly open as he thrusts faster. His eyes are fixed on her face. Studying her expressions. Hooded gaze doing something to her insides. Inexplicable. She practically spits out his fingers as she begins to moan loudly. It’s building. His hand, now free from her mouth presses her down as she arches involuntarily. This hand slides up to her neck and squeezes slowly. Oh so slowly. Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk. She feels the fear of suffocation and the excitement building in her cunt rise. She knows she’s going to cum soon. Her eyes widen and he smiles. He knows what’s about to happen. He squeezes a little bit more as he removes his hand from her pussy and drags his tracky bottoms down. Before she can whimper, he is surging into her with one of the thickest cocks she has ever felt. Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. She is muttering incoherently at this point as he fucks slowly but deeply. He slides out making sure she feels every bit of his girth then surges in, slamming into her cervix. She is drooling at this point but she doesn’t give a damn. None of them do. Are you going to cum all over me? She answers by clenching her walls all around him and is rewarded by the sexiest groan she has ever heard. She loves it when her partners are vocal. He is. Dirty words. Long, drawn-out groans. Grunts. Pants. Sighs. Broken breaths. Clenched jaws. Fixed stares. Soul to soul. She feels it building again but this time she knows it’s going to be a tsunami. She holds unto the sheets tightly, her eyes slit as she struggles not to close them. She knows he is nearly there and wants to see him when he loses it. I’m close. His teeth is gritted as his thrusts become a blur. He is fucking into her so fast. One leg is held high, her knee kissing her shoulder. The other is held in a split. She is his for the taking. Her cunt is his. Her orgasm…. Also his. She detonates. He spurts. Groans merging as fluids mix. Fuuuuuuuck! *** ‘Is this what you want?’ She blinked at her laptop. She had emailed her little erotic story to him the day before. She did not think he would reply. The one liner blinked at her. Before she could respond, her phone began ringing. An unknown number. ‘Hello?’ She answered, knowing but not sure. ‘Answer me.’ His voice was sexy as fuck. She squeezed her thighs tightly and closed her eyes on a shaky breath. ‘The ball is in your court.’ She replied. Delicious silence. Anticipation.