Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 22:02:08 -0700
From: wind_waker90@hotmail.com
Subject: Work of Art

                Her position is a work of art: lying on her side, knees
pulled up, exposing the throbbing red cunt alongside her ass. This is the
only thing she's manually holding in place for me; her arms are bound
behind her back, she's blindfolded, there's a gag in her mouth. The moon
peering through the open curtains is the only source of light, which only
further accentuates the soft creaminess of her delicate skin.  In my hands
I have a cup of cool water and a thick, firm paintbrush, and with careful,
sensuous strokes, I venerate her body; a moan escapes her lips. I've been
enjoying this for over an hour, and haven't yet truly touched her -- I've
been careful not to let our naked skin have any contact.

               Mercifully, I stroke my brush deep into her throbbing cunt;
she shudders and it makes me even wetter to think that this makes her
come. Curious, I hold my brush up to the light: it glistens, and, feeling
particularly devious as well as horny, I begin to paint this divine body,
this goddess of a woman, with her own arousal.

                No longer needing my water cup (her cunt's much wetter), I
place it on top of the end table on my side of the bed; with my free hand,
I untie her gag.

                "Open your mouth," I implore, trying to sugar-coat my lust
with gentleness.

                She obliges me, and I coat another thing: this time, her
tongue.

                I lean into her, pressing my bare breasts to her skin.  Its
damp touch against my firm nipples feels as if they're inside a mouth, and
I realize just how excited I am -- perhaps how I've been all this time
while absorbed with her skin's tantalizing contours.  Breathing in her
scent, I nuzzle and kiss the sensitive spot on her neck, just under her ear
lobe, slowly migrating to her shoulder; almost unconsciously, I squeeze her
ass. She's openly making noise now.

                After dipping the brush into her cunt (I feel her tremor as
she cries out), I spread her juices around her breasts, dabbing it onto her
erect nipples (she shudders).  As I fondle her breasts with my brush, I
notice that I, too, am flowing freely, and I take some of my own arousal
(indulgently flicking my clit with the brush as I do so), making her open
her mouth once more.  Watching her taste my juices excites me further, and,
almost uncontrollably, I take her left breast in my mouth, my tongue
eagerly making friends with her nipple, and move my hand from ass to cunt,
rubbing her vulva with my thumb.

                Suddenly, she releases another cry of pleasure -- I'm
startled out of my trance, and, as she pants, I catch a glimpse of my hand:
in the moonlight, it shines with her arousal, my thumb soaked. Realizing
how selfish I've been, I lift up her lower body and spread her legs; I
retrieve the cup of water (probably warm by now) and pour it down her open,
throbbing cunt -- a mini-waterfall from her clit to her asshole (the spot
underneath her won't get any wetter...).  I then lap at her cunt until she
comes.

                This just might be my magnum opus.