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.