It was well past midnight when she came, though I was indeed weak and weary, exhausted by the struggle of putting metaphorical pen to digital paper.”Mistress!” I rejoiced. “Inspire me once more and I will be your eternal slave.”She was a fetishist’s wet dream. a goddess in skintight leather and shining latex. In silent disdain
The Artist and the Model
The young man felt odd, excited and afraid at the same time. But his teacher, even his mentor had advised him that if he was to get any better he’ld have to do this. He’d been praised at the academy for his portraits, the way his paintings seemingly captured the very essence of the people