My fuck pals were the naked women that posed for my work.

My art is primarily based on drawings and paintings of nude women. There is nothing inexcusable, but I do not intend to be pornographic. Instead, my goal is classy or general depictions that show the various forms of the female form.

Of course, many still consider me a creep. Those people are often silenced by the fact that my pieces have won awards and are displayed in galleries and museums.

I find it quite common for me to be friendly with my models. It's not unusual for me to become friendly with my models.

Many of them, with whom I became close friends, have become repeat clients.

A few of them went on to become...

How I started painting nude women

It all started with my college ex-girlfriend. I had never drawn or painted actual humans before art school.

My art used to be fanart of anime characters. When I went to university and had to begin "serious" artwork, I was confused about where to begin.

She said, "Just draw me then," as she shook her head, while we were still hanging out in our dorm.

It began with simple sketches of her face, with various expressions. It eventually evolved into fully-fledged colored portraits.

She enjoyed taking photos for me, and I soon began to draw or paint her entire body.

We eventually became naughty.

It was at first an ironic pose to make people laugh. Even though it was only my second year at college, I began drawing her naked for practice, fun, and foreplay in sex.

The ones that she was naked were not submitted to my classes. However, I did submit them for the more gentle ones. They were a huge hit with everyone in my class.

My most explicit representation of her was a picture of her masturbating.

It was full frontal. Her legs were spread wide open and her pussy was in the middle of her body as she sat down.

Her fingers were tearing open her pussy lips, revealing the inners of the wetness.

The couple split up peacefully and she allowed me to keep it, but I took a photo of it instead. It's still one of my most treasured possessions from my entire collection of artworks featuring nude women.

Fucking and painting nude women

Carla would be my second girlfriend. In her early thirties, she had this beautiful voluptuous figure with round, plump breasts.

I tried to show her features by painting her. I imagined her posing in ways that highlighted her features against a background of my Garden of Eden imaginings.

By the time I was done, it was already past midnight. She asked if she could spend the night at mine.

We had a little bit of alcohol. Then, one thing led to the next, and she was sitting on my lap, while I sucked on her breasts.

We had cowgirl sex together on my couch, and we fell asleep together.

She was gone when I woke up but left me a note saying that she would be my model whenever she came back. Please contact me :)

Moriah, a spunky, tattooed twenty-year-old model who was also a good friend and a memorable model. I was her repeat client because she needed money to pay college tuition.

We became close friends over the five times she took photos of me. She asked me outright if I wanted a fling after the fifth one.

Who am I to say no?

She took my cock like a pro. She was getting too close to me and I had to slow her down several times.

I did the same and allowed her to sit on my stomach before I began to pound her back. I then pulled out my cum and ran all the way across her back, covering her tattoos in my cum.

Moriah laughed and said, "Guess I was painted in more ways than one tonight."

Two weeks later, we were back at it.

Fucking the curator of art

I would eventually make it to the top of the art world. Every so often, curators would stop by my studio to take a look through my collection of nude women and decide if they wanted any pieces for their gallery or museum.

I didn't know I would end up having a sex with one of them. Lillian was her name; she was 40 years old.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "I see that you have quite a liking for painting nude ladies," "I must admit, you do a great job at them," she said.

I responded, "I wouldn't do it if it wasn't easy." "Wine?"

We talked about our art and sat down together. She wanted to know why I chose the subject matter that I did and how my artistic process worked.

It's not about painting their bodies but also their personalities. "Each painting showcases their aura, or if you prefer, it is their aura," I explained.

"You talk as if all of these women are your friends."

"I know them well. At least some of them. "In more than one way."

"How do you get to know them so well?" Hmm?"

It's difficult to explain. "I'd prefer to demonstrate it," I joked.

Soon enough, the clothes flew off and I was on top of her. I teased her by rubbing her pussy on my dick.

She grabbed me by the throat and sucked my cock into my chest.

Although she didn't get any of my pieces, I believe she did gain something.

She said, "I guess you know why some women are painted multiple times," as she bid me farewell.

Carla texted me shortly after, saying she was available for another gig.