He spoke eloquently, his eyes were captivating and his smile was devilishly sweet. The words from his mouth dripped like honey and I could listen to him teach all day. His soothing and calming voice was music to my ears. I fantasized about our lips making love and our bodies dancing with each other. His piercing gaze at me as I answer his questions gets me feeling hot and hazy. I wondered if he felt that lust and burning desire as well. I felt starved for love, lust and warmth. What a thrilling addiction.
We were learning to draw the human body. Specifically, the nude female body. The way he drew his demonstration for the class, made me wish that he’d draw me. I felt as If I might fall in love with my body if he drew me. My body is his instrument. I wanted to be his inspiration for sensual art.
I wanted to be his muse.
I sit in class as I admire his features, especially looking at his hands. Imagining his hands exploring my body. I start drawing my naked body laying down on a couch and his hands all over me. I get so lost in my thoughts as I feel the urgency and need for his touches and kisses. He walks by me and asks me what i’m sketching as I’m drawing his hand that has a distinctive tattoo. The tattoo on his hand says ‘Having a Coke with You’ which is the title of a poem that we both enjoy.
I blush and he flashes a sweet, yet evil smile saying, “Is that me, dear?”.
“Yes. I was sketching my nude body but the picture felt empty. So I decided to draw some hands exploring my body. Your hands”.
He says, “Come see me after class. I’ll draw you, my muse”.
He tells me to undress as he stares at me with a look that I’ve never seen before. A look of lust and desire. His hungry eyes travelling over my body as I’m standing in front of him nude. I ask him how to pose. He clears his throat and tells me to sit on the floor with my body stretched out, with my head thrown back on the chair behind me, my face looking at the ceiling, and my arms over my face. I can’t see him but my body is on display for him. I had my legs shut together as they were rubbing against each other unconsciously.
He tells me to spread my legs open, “I want to draw all of you”.
I’m his art piece.
He finishes this erotic beautiful piece of art as we’re both just looking at each other, in admiration. He breaks the silence as he looks at the tattoo on his hand and says,
“I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world”. He quotes a line of that poem that I’m in love with, which is the poem he has tattooed.
My lips and face felt flushed with warmth when he leaned down to press his lips into mine. Our tongues were making love and I couldn’t imagine my lips pulling away from his. His grip on my hips, his hot breath on my inner thighs, small kisses on my clit.. left me breathless. He made love to my sensitive spots and I felt these sensual sensations for the first time. He took me to places I’ve never known and got me hooked up on this feeling. He keeps calling me a good girl and I just want to cum on his face. He rubs his erect cock against my wet pussy, grazing at my sensitive clit. He goes in slowly, letting me feel him, inch by inch as I moan loudly. As he feels me getting wetter, he thrusts harder. He is getting closer as he says he wants to cum inside me. He filled me up. I rest my head on his chest as I feel my wetness and his cum drip down my thighs.
I realized that making art using our bodies can be sensually intimate and it all felt magical.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qgrh7o/i_want_to_be_his_muse_arts_professor_art_nude
Great writing, we all need a muse