Chaotic Muse Nude Novels & Stories

"Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—" "Muse, my foot!" Mom suddenly started lashing out. "Henry, you're just a loser who got lucky. You have zero creative talent, and you're weak, spineless, and irresponsible. I don't believe for even a second that someone like you could paint anything that matters in the slightest. Trash like you have no right to be talking about muses!" "...What?" Dad was dumbfounded. After all, for as long as he could remember, Mom had always admired him. She had never voiced her true thoughts like this before.

I've always been a struggling artist, scraping by with sketches and commissions, but today was different,my first real nude piece, and I was desperate to get it right. The pressure was on; rent was due, and my portfolio needed something bold to catch a gallery's eye. That's where Sarah came in, my best friend since college, always the reliable one. She'd agreed to be my muse, saying it was no big deal, but as she stood in my cluttered studio, the air thick with the smell of turpentine and old canvases, I realized just how big of a deal it was going to be.

“Let’s try another one.” It felt as if she was gliding as the soft echo of her heels drowned in the music and the blood rushing in her veins. They moved to a different frame and this one unlike the others wasn’t vague. It was a clear mosaic of yet another sex scene. The outlines of a male figure on his knees between the legs of a female figure sprawled out on a crimson chaise were done in a dizzy splash of colored glass. “This one is quite clear.” Her voice was low and soft. She tremble slightly as every nerve of her body became aware of his warm hard body behind her.

Pressed against my chest, giving Amadeus enough room to slip her dress higher up her stomach, exposing her dripping cunt. "Fuck. You are so wet." Amadeus cursed as he drew a finger through her cut. Came up with wetness slipping down until it met his hand. Nerezza groaned and arched her back into me some more. I was slowly losing my grip on reality. Losing myself in her sight and sounds.

their breasts around his penis, rubbing it, the women seemed entertained with their round and voluptuous breasts. It was when Nix and Hecate were going to raise and lower their breasts, squeezing them around his cock, when he saw that he was screaming, but unexpectedly, Erebos and Chaos rose, taking him out of the chair, when he moaned and came in her breasts , when he placed the man on his back, the first to stand between his legs, pushing towards the table was Erebos.

His bitch! Sprawling on the couch, Viso tilted his head and stared at the blonde girl, dancing boldly and wildly with a boy on the dance floor on a dirty song. She gave a seductive look to Viso. Her buttocks were almost naked with that short silver skirt which led the seeker with wild imaginations.

Then telling me that he was about to come, as he slides one of my legs to his chest, and his knees supported him on the other side, pushing in and out deeper. "I'm coming, fuck, Nikki, so tight. Fucking good." He pushed even deeper, grunting harder and faster. Then his moves became sloppy, as he came down from his climax. "Be my muse Nikki? See my drawings. I need to paint you properly. Your beauty, your curves, your expression. Please, Nicolette." He discarded the condom. His body relaxed beside me, but his hand trailed down between my legs. Damn, his appetite for sex is...

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

Why she's stuttering? I feel something weird. #30

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin