This is an honorable mention from the Sugarbutch Star contest, from Grey. Written from her perspective. I plan to post a few more honorable mentions as well – I am attempting to keep them short, little snippets of a scene rather than the entire build-up and tear-down that I usually include in my stories. I’m doing this to challenge myself and my writing, but it’s also because there were so many great submissions, but I don’t have time to write them all for the contest, unfortunately.
Charcoal Portrait in the Art Studio
There is only the light scratching of my charcoal on paper. Thick and cream, deckled edges on plyboard. Held in my lap. An indication of shadow here. Of hip, of thigh.
She’s posing for me, only a black tie around her neck, black leather harness around her hips, black strap-on eagerly poised. She’s draped on the white studio couch. She’s calm and steady. She’s watching me.
A flick of my wrist and a line for her jaw, her left breast. The angles of her come to life. I recreate her. She lets me.
I fill in details. Impressions of her, sultry, on paper, fall around me like winter is coming. I tear off another sheet and she is moving toward me, all eyes and hips, that cocky swagger.
I drop my charcoal. My fingers are blackened with it. Her lips are at my ear: “Which curves are you still missing?” She takes my hand, sets it on her hip. “This one?” On her stomach. “This?” On her thigh. “Here?”
I swallow the hesitation in my throat.
“Come on,” she says. “You can do better than that.” And I can.
She shows me. Her tongue sketches curves and I am recreated by her from the inside when she slides.
Her lips are charcoal, and my skin is perfect paper.
5 thoughts on “Charcoal Portrait in the Art Studio”
Wow. Swift (not rushed) and incredibly hot. I've always wanted to be sketched nude.
my heart just jumped a little. :) thank you.
holy hotness.Mmmm…thought candy for tonight. Thanks!
it works very well as a short piece!