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2021-05-09 23:13:49 +0000 UTC View Post
Her spirit began to fade and I captured a sight so rarely seen but endured by many a Muse. I had taken my fill of colour. Light had been tapped and bottled, stored for years to come. And the Muse was spent. Monday morning my muse had fled.
2021-05-06 00:25:35 +0000 UTC View Post
She never spoke a word to me the entire weekend, still I heard a crescendo that exploded radiant colour and I was once again at easel, fervent and rabid with strokes upon canvas.
2021-05-05 00:27:07 +0000 UTC View Post
At night she'd come to my bed and we would tire ourselves till I found a sleep so deep that the gods themselves could pour molten lights into my soul and I'd not feel a thing.
2021-05-04 00:25:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Each day we would go out into the world and she would scatter the world in colours I'd long since lost. The course sands and unyielding sun of the beach became awash with soft yellow sweeps of sand cradling shells of stone white, coral pink, and speckled so intricately that I found myself to lost in the depth of colours that I was shocked to look up and see deep blue on the horizon kissing the softest blue, transfixed is waves peaked and crashed, tumbling foam and surfers, spraying a mist of salt into the air.
2021-05-03 00:24:34 +0000 UTC View Post
In my early days, when I was a youthful and exuberant painter, filled with want and passion, brimming with fantasies of distant sunrises, open fields and brilliant gardens bursting with such colours that my brush strokes were frenzied slashes as I made haste to capture every colour, every shade and highlight… colour seeped out of my pores and I had no need for a Muse. In time I made the mistake of growing up. Sunrises changed to commutes, fields paved over, gardens withered and colours lost their potency. Then she appeared. I don't know who invited her or how she came to know about the private art showing at my home, but if there is a Goddess of the muses then surely she sent this muse to me.
2021-05-02 00:23:34 +0000 UTC View Post
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2021-05-01 02:03:32 +0000 UTC View Post
If she lets you touch her body, she gives you a special gift. She gives you her tremors, her moans, her quivers and shakes. If she lets you touch her soul, she's given you the greatest gift of all.
2021-05-01 00:30:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe Best Friend - by Nikki_RainbowEnvy 4/4 Marlie's fingers splay out and gingerly touch the lace lining of Chelsea's underwear, trailing along her hip, passing soft skin to her breasts. Her hands ease back and forth between the lace brassier and smooth, soft, intoxicating skin. Caught in the moment Chelsea's own hands move, unbidden, to Marlie's blouse where she fumbles nervously with buttons securing it in place. Both girls pause, a moment of anxiety passes between them as Marlie's blue silk blouse falls to the floor to reveal a matching bra. Chelsea's fingers trace the blue of the bra, mimicking the motions Marlie had performed. Both girls tremble, fingers lightly playing across skin causing bumps and hairs to rise. Chelsea holds her breath, this she had imagined, desired and even been envious of others for. This moment with Marlie that she never imagined would be real. Not wanting to lose the chance Chelsea took hold of Marlie, placing her hand over a cup and enjoying the feel of soft breast she had long desired for herself. Marlie gasped, and pulling Chelsea to the couch, Chelsea atop her. Her mind wanders, her heart pounds and she marvels at the sight of Chelsea above her, and how lucky she is to have her now.
2021-04-30 00:27:30 +0000 UTC View Post
The Best Friend - by Nikki_RainbowEnvy 3/4 Marlie takes a step back "Wow, Chelsea, that looks AMAZING on you!" Chelsea smiles broadly, her confidence increasing and her shyness ebbs. "Really?" "Oh yeah! I mean, you've got curves in ALL the right places which that set just highlights and the green against your skin makes it seem… so delicate" and Marlie reaches out with her fingers to trace the edging where material me'ets flesh across her stomach.
2021-04-29 00:37:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The Best Friend - by Nikki_RainbowEnvy 2/4 Popping her dress back on over the top, Chelsea flounces back to her friend and twirls. "What do you think?" Marlie frowns and Chelsea stops mid swirl. "What's wrong?" "No, nothing. I think it looks very pretty." Chelsea's smile drops. "Just pretty?" and she looks down at her stockings, twisting her leg this way and that, hiking her dress up to show the matching green band around the top of the thigh high stockings, the green line tracing the length of her legs. The connections of the garter belt clasped securely with dainty bows. Marlie smirks, "Well, I can't really SEE it, so how would I know? You'll have to show me," and Marlie reaches for the hem of Chelsea's dress, lifting it up and over her head allowing it to get 'stuck' for a moment whilst she took in the curves of her chest. Blushing a little, Chelsea tugs the dress off and holds it to her chest.
2021-04-28 00:35:49 +0000 UTC View Post
The Best Friend - by Nikki_RainbowEnvy 1/4 Laden with bags Chelsea lets herself into Marlie's house, her heels clack down the lengthy hallway till she reaches the open living room where she finds Marlie reclining with the latest issue of Vogue. "I'm here! I got sexy new lingerie! Check it!" Chelsea drops a number of boutique bags upon the nearest chaise lounge and begins pulling out pieces of delicate cloth. Glimpses of pinks, reds and blacks spill out of the bags until she pulls out a shiny green bra, with buckles of gold and some minor green lacing. Chelsea lifts it into the air, holding the straps with pinched fingers. "Oooh," Marlie tosses the magazine onto the oak coffee table and takes the bra from Chelsea. "Girl, this is gorgeous!" Marlie explores the bags and finds the other items of green an presses them into Chelsea's chest. "Show me! Go try these on!" Chelsea smiles and disappears to the bathroom to change, taking a quick selfie.
2021-04-27 00:22:17 +0000 UTC View PostShe’s cute, she’s sweet... and she’s always teasing you. God, does she even know what she does to you? You’d love nothing more than to pounce atop of her and turn her cheeky squeals into moans as you push her body into the bed, peel apart her thighs and show her a new way to fall...
2021-04-26 00:32:07 +0000 UTC View Post
The last photo and this mystery woman seemed to know it. A moment of rest, or reflection. Two tones of light and dark played across perfect smooth skin. Highlighting and accentuating her face. She seemed pleased, at last, that someone had seen these photos. His breath slowed and he relaxed, gently traced his hands along her jawline, forgetting for a moment that she existed only in his mind. Only as a photo. An enigma photographed and left undeveloped. But never forgotten for he would never forget. . -Master Gardwin, *The Darkroom*
2021-04-16 02:33:39 +0000 UTC View Post
As the photo formed in the dark water, her eyes came piecing toward him. It was just a photo, he reminded himself. She wasn't really here, she couldn't really see him, staring at her. His breath caught in his chest. Still... her eyes, serious, all business, a matter of fact woman... yet, somehow still so inviting, alluring, whimsical. . -Master Gardwin, *The Darkroom*
2021-04-15 01:21:51 +0000 UTC View Post
