literature

Painting Lovers

Deviation Actions

smurfboy21's avatar
By
Published:
657 Views

Literature Text



"Why haven't you painted me, yet?" She inquires as she lounges upon my bed pleasuring herself after we have made love.

"What are you talking about?"

"You have paintings all over the house of your past lovers, but you haven't painted me, yet?"

"I don't know.  Haven't had the time."

"Why haven't I painted her...?" The question dwells within as I make my way to the shower....

I put the towel on the rack and open the curtain just enough to get my hand to the knob. I turn it all the way over; so, when I pull the pin to engage the shower head I can jump into the shower without worrying about cold water on my skin. Then, I can turn the knob slowly the other direction to find that right temperature. Now, the drops sooth, calm, and relax.

"Why haven't I painted her...?"

The question returns, as I prop my self against the wall and enjoy the burning sensation on my back.

I think of our moments together. I see her wonderful smile. Hear her loud great laugh. Feel her skin pressed up against mine. Dwell on the ideas she has inspired and the arguments we have had. I am reminded of the days when I first tried to befriend her and sought her to be my lover. There was a force there. Another person was there. Even in my memories, I couldn't help but to connect her to him, and I realize that he was the answer.

This other guy that she seemed so interested in- the guy she confessed to wanting to be with- this guy that everyone seems to like- this guy that doesn't mind pretending to be so intelligent and sacred and better than everyone-this guy is the answer!

I hadn't painted her because the painting would have her posing sensually and looking at the viewer, but the viewer wouldn't be me. No. It would be this other guy that had caught her eye long before I came into the picture. She would want me to paint her. Turn her into a sensual goddess and give her a confidence that wouldn't fade when he came around. Finally, she would be able to catch his eye and maybe he would see that she always loved him.

The water starts to go cold.... My thoughts are interrupted and I turn the water off. Throw the curtain open and begin my drying off process. Finally, I head back to my room.

She is holding her forehead with one hand and her toy with the other and climaxing. She finishes. Looks at me with a smile.

"Are you laughing at me?"
"How many times?"
"Um...four, but I am not sure if the last one counted."
"What? Why not?"
"Well, they get weaker and that last one felt alright but not as great as the others."

I laugh but can't help to think that she is thinking of him and wishing he was here to see her in all her glory.

She guffaws and asks  "So, when are you going to paint me?"

Hello, hope you enjoy. As most of my work goes, this one is rather biographical with artistic liberties. (I don't really paint.) I do hope you enjoy this peek into my life. I love you all very deeply and appreciate your time spent reading my works. Blessings and hope all is well with you!

fineartamerica.com/featured/1-… is the URL for the preview image that I had nothing to do with. 
Comments10
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
EbonyWolf10's avatar
Is the third guy main character mentions another character entirely or a different view of himself?