I woke suddenly, hunger burning forceful and urgent within me. I stretched squirmed on the plush mattress, my thighs slick with arousal. But it wasn’t my own scent that caught my attention. It was a scent that I knew deeply, and she was mine.
Vlada. Her scent is on the air, and it is strong. Is she masturbating? How dare she pleasure herself while I, Taisha, lay here sleeping? She’s clearly in need, but she forgets what to do!
This hunger cannot wait. I need her. I threw off the covers and stood, ready to find my wife. My prey. Maybe that’s her game. She’s masturbating for me.
My lips curved upwards, revealing sharp fangs as the realization dawned on me. This is a game. She wants me to find her. Vlada never stops surprising me, but that’s just one of the reasons I love her so much. It’s an amazing woman that can get you so savagely turned on, even in your sleep.
The hunt is on.
Justin
July 6, 2017Could the site not indulge in narrative interpretations of an artists work, and just allow the viewer to use their own imagination seeded by the image alone. A writer impact can have a negative effect on the presented artwork if it doesn’t appeal to the reader. If you need to write make it about the artist, their interest and styles and showcase their works.