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Stimulating
Stories About Sex
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
We
Proudly Present:
Art and Life
- a
gallery of
vignettes -
Part 1
by Harry Merkin
This short
story is a work of
fiction. Names,
characters, places and
incidents either are the
product of the author’s
vivid imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual
human beings, living or
dead, business
enterprises, events or
locales is entirely
coincidental.
Part 1
“How did you learn how to draw so well?”
“There must be a genetic component. I’ve
always drawn whatever intrigued or
interested me.”
“Just like that?
“It wasn’t quite like that. For example, I
was born with legs, so I could start walking
before I turned one. I toddled at first. My
walking ability improved over time. So it
was with drawing. I was born with some
ability, so I drew and drew, slowly getting
better. My crayon drawings were always
praised and displayed on our refrigerator. I
still have some of them.”
“I was something like that. I’m taking an
art class now.”
“That’s great. May I see your drawings in
your lab notebook?”
“Okay. You might laugh.”
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I also
draw comic strips and cartoons.”
“Now I really want to see your drawings.
What are you doing after this class?”
“I’m done for the day.
“Me too.”
“The municipal museum doesn’t charge
admission this evening.”
“Let’s first stop by my room. I have extra
drawing pads and assorted pencils we could
use.”
…
“This is new.”
“They are ancient copies of Greek statues. I
read about them a few weeks ago.”
“They really bring the past to life. … These
are hyper-realistic. Look at their
musculature. They weren’t couch potatoes.”
“My class is figure drawing. None of our
models look this good.”
“You need models like Amish farmers who
don’t have electricity or diesel engines;
who use all of their muscles every day.”
“At least our models are pretty, even the
men.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that our
models, male and female, all look feminine.”
“Yuck. Who selects the models?”
…
On our way back, we go to my favorite
Chinese restaurant. It’s so hot I take off
my bulky sweatshirt.
“Your arms are massive. Are you at the gym
all the time?”
“No. I’m on one of the rowing teams.”
“You would make a great model for our
drawing class.”
“Nope. Only three girls have seen me naked.”
“Most of our male models wear bikini
briefs.”
“I’m not interested.”
“I’m interested in drawing you.”
I study her while I finish tearing apart two
more of the crabs.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way. The
girls who have seen me naked were also
naked.”
“Oh.”
…
“You are still looking at me like you want
to undress me.”
“Guys always look at me that way. Most of
them act like my boobs are all of me. You,
apparently, know exactly where my eyes are.
You have no idea how much I appreciate
that.”
“Your eyes are beautiful. You highlight your
eyes with restraint and an artistic
sensibility. I could spend hours looking at
your eyes and talking.”
Her smile is incredible.
We hold hands all the way back to my dorm.
…
“I don’t want this moment to end.”
“Please spend the night with me. No sex. No
groping. No hanky-panky. I want to fall
asleep holding you. I want to wake up and
have you be the first thing I see.”
“I accept your invitation.”
We kiss. Our first kiss is electric and
magnetic and powerful. Our embrace feels so
very, very good. We kiss again and again.
We keep kissing while we start undressing
each other.
We don’t stop once our shirts and jeans and
skirt are draped on my desk chair. She
removes her bra. She takes my hand and
places it on her breast. She takes my other
hand and places it on her other breast.
“I want sex. I want groping. I want
hanky-panky. I want mutual nudity. I want
you to touch me in all of the right places.
My virginity ends tonight. I want to feel
you inside of me.”
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Part 1
Part
2
Part
3
Part 4
Part
5
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(additional images coming soon)
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Not The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de guerre) is a
dick-brain who is more articulate than an
arthropod and has many ways with words. He
tries desperately not to write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a fabrication.
B. Harry is familiar with ...
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