“Paint me like one of your French Girls.”
I chuckled when I read this the first time.
I’m an artist. Over the lockdown, I started really, really focusing on improving my skill. The main thing I did to get better was to draw every day.
But being inspired to draw every day is not easy. You need to find a muse, or a concept that grabs your attention and holds it fast.
For me, it was butts.
I started sketching hot, attractive women in my area, and found out that by doing this, they were dying to talk to me. No, really.
This led to me starting the Booty Warm-up Sketch. Every day, I spent 10 minutes sketching a butt. Sometimes I’d add a little more detail over the 10-minute limit, but the goal was as much quality as possible in as little time. I got better, and I got faster. I learned to get the linework down fast, then the color, then the shading. I started to develop my style and messed around with complimentary colors and reverse contrast. Fun stuff. And a lot of butts.
Naturally, I decided I needed to use this skill to get laid.
The websites I normally find partners at tend to have a drastic male-female imbalance. If a woman posts a nude photo of herself, she’s inundated with hundreds of messages trying to get her attention. Most will just be crude sentences composed of fewer syllables than, “Do you want to make a fuck.” Others are more visually based, with an attached dick pic. Or there’s the whole disaster of a small story cut-and-pasted in to show off how Domly Dom this clear master of men is.
I started doing a different tact. If I find someone attractive, I offer to sketch them. It’s a simple offer, but it conveys a couple key points: I think they’re attractive, and I’m more than willing to spend at least 15 minutes on foreplay with them. Plus, they get to be in an artwork that glamorizes their body.
So it was rather amusing to me when someone replied back with, “Paint me like one of your French girls?”
I have never watched Titanic. But yeah, apparently I was using the same pick-up move as Jack.
This tickled me. And then I got the idea of making a kink version of the “French Girl” pose. Rope, thigh-highs, clamped nipples, panties shoved in the mouth … I had to do this.
I posted a classified ad looking for a volunteer near me (my bratty replier was nowhere near me, but I promised to sketch her anyways). And after a few aggressive business offers from SWs, I read one offer in particular. She was new to the city, loved the idea and was kink curious.
We met up in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at. She had brought along a bag of accessories and toys, things that we could add the the photo shoot. She was also intentionally wearing a baggy shirt and sweats, hiding what was underneath. I honestly had no idea what her body looked like.
We negotiated escalating limits. Initially, we would start with just her getting down to her underwear for the shoot. She was relatively sure that she’d be OK getting naked, and possibly comfortable with going beyond that. Limits in place and safewords fresh in our mind, we headed upstairs.
I started by removing her shirt, finding a lacy bra and very nice tits. Pulling down her sweats, I was rewarded with a round, tight ass, wrapped in matching panties and thigh-high tights and garters. I wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her right there. I resisted that primal urge, and took some pictures of her ass for a later Booty Warm-up Sketch.
We played around with some rope, with me showing her some safe ways to be tied up, and how to check for circulation problems by regularly touching fingertips. I had her suck on my thumb for some more photos, then bite her lip, then lick her shoulder (it sounds weird, but then when you see it, it’s surprisingly hot).
I briefly untied her wrists, just so that I could get her bra off. Then I bound her back up before pulling down her panties. She had recently shaved herself clean. I was tempted to assume that she did that for me.
We experimented a bit with spanking. I showed her where the safe places for impact play were, then I left a nice, glowing handprint on her ass. She enjoyed the soft spankings from me, but wasn’t fully sure if she liked the hard smack. I taught her the safe way to be choked, and what it felt like to have your hair pulled. She was excitedly taking in as much information as she could in her mostly-naked tied-up state.
Next, I needed the pose. The French girl. I laid her out across the hotel bed, one knee up, tied wrists over her head. I grabbed a couple clothespins and clamped them onto her perfect nipples. Then I stuffed her lacy black panties into her mouth.
The pictures were perfect. But that also meant I didn’t have any more pictures that I had to take.
I pulled the panties out of her mouth, then slowly pulled the clothespins off her tits. She was so-so on the pins, but was really enjoying being tied up. I could tell by her body language that she wanted more, so I asked if it would be OK to stroke her pussy. She agreed.
I really wanted to taste her pussy. I offered to, and she said she wasn’t sure. She had a partner, and she wasn’t quite sure how much permission she had to do what, exactly. I kept softly moving my fingers up and down her wet little pussy.
We talked a bit, with me often complimenting how perfect her body was, how much I wanted to do things. We talked about derogatory language, about calling women sluts, whores, fucktoys, cumdumps. Every time I mentioned a new name, I could feel her pussy tighten.
Her conversational skills were quickly devolving into moans and soft wimpers.
“Do you want to be a little fucktoy for me?” I asked.
“My phone,” she said in the softest voice. “My phone.”
I didn’t think twice. I got up, grabbed her phone off the counter and handed it to her.
“Permission,” she said, furiously typing into a messenger app. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I asked. I was so hard and horny that I fully didn’t understand what was happening. She was texting her partner and begging for their permission to get her pussy eaten out.
“They say it’s OK.”
I could have taken more pictures. I regret not getting a shot or two of her perfect pussy squeezing against my fingers, of her face filled with lustful bliss, or my hand roughly squeezing her tits. She was a good little slut for me, moaning and begging for more and more.
“Fuck me,” she said.
Apparently, she had more permission than I realized. I rushed out of my pants and pulled on a condom. A sense of victory and conquering flooded over me. I had spent over an hour stripping her down and eating her out, listening to her moan and resisting every primal urge in my body, and now I was allowed to let all of those urges out.
After that first “pounce” and some calming down, I found out that she wasn’t super experienced sexually. We discussed a few different things, and when I was recovered enough, I showed her how to ride a cock, how to take it doggystyle, and how to be a good little fucktoy that likes to be choked.
Teaching really is it’s own reward, people.
Eventually we hit that zero energy point. We went into aftercare mode before getting dressed. I walked her back to the lobby, and was secretly thankful that she was confident making it home from there. My legs were completely gone, and I only just barely made it back to my hotel room, passing out with a big smile on my face.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ounxlx/paint_me_like_one_of_your_french_girls_mf