I push the glass door of the upscale Grenoble gallery, my private sanctuary for this debut show. Dawn light filters through vast windows, illuminating rice-straw mats and my abstract canvases beside Jenifer’s bold Chinese ideograms. There he lies, sprawled naked under a thin cover, balls deep in shameless repose. Heart races—intruder in my elite space? But his bronzed, athletic frame screams wanderer elite, forties, reassuring power.
He stirs, sheet slips, revealing a majestic morning cock, thick and veined, rising like forbidden sculpture. Artistic perfection: swollen head, smooth foreskin, heavy shaved balls. Rage fades to heat between my thighs. He stands, ass cheeks firm, marble-cut. Slow oriental yoga flows, erection bobbing hypnotic. I watch, transfixed, palms itching to grip.
The Privilege
He dresses, vanishes with mat. Our expo—Jenifer’s flamboyant curves, my lean mountain abstracts—perfectly synced on motion’s essence. VIP vernissage last night: champagne flutes clinking, collectors eyeing our elite fusion.
Nightfall, obsession grips. Shower water traces my slit, craving his thrust. On sheets, I fantasize: him mounting, cock slamming deep, hands pinning my waist. I cum hard, asleep with phantom fill.
Next dawn, rearranged hangings, fresh ideogram: ‘Eye of beauty on impatient reed.’ My roseau—his cock. Jenifer clueless. Midnight, he’s back, copying my canvases on cartons, dancing slow, embodying my motion visions. Genius strokes elevate my work. Envy burns; I flee, weeping in streets.
Morning, he’s asleep again. I lift cover: soft cock twitches, veins pulse, swells rigid. Pre-cum beads. His hips buck in dream-fuck. I strip, 69 beside him. Lips engulf his throbbing meat, tongue probing slit. He wakes, fingers my dripping pussy, clit throbbing under callused touch.
The Excess
Condom on, I prone. He mounts, grips hips, rams home. Fills me raw, pounding relentless. I shatter, milking him dry.
Days blur: I paint feverishly, body-dance inspired. Gallery night, I create masterpiece. He appears, embraces. Naked, he inks my skin—brush over nipple, circling tit, pooling navel. Cruel tease: strokes frame my clit, never touching.
I beg silently: fuck me. Brush grazes slit, orgasm rips. I seize him, guide cock in, ride savage. He erupts, flooding deep. Second wave hits; I clench, owning his seed.
Jenifer wakes me: ideogram on belly, ‘Pleasure Flower.’ Her prof—gift to me. Gallery walls seal our secret; art sells, lust eternal.
