Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

Xander begins to wonder, raising his brow curiously at the random waves that Vanessa is drawing. “I feel like it’s a flock of birds.” Romeo notes. “Nah. That’s not birds.” I say with a shake of my head. “That’s obviously a fart. BABE, you suck at this.” We are standing near Xander, and I can see that he is fighting the urge not to turn back and glare at us. There’s no doubt that he can hear Romeo and I making a guess of the drawing along with him. When Vanessa started drawing a big dot at the end of the smoke, I couldn’t help but yell. “Ha! You see!?” I point at the drawing while looking smugly at Romeo. “It’s a butthole, so it's obviously a fart!”

"Please stay still so I can capture your pose properly, unless you want your perfect nose ending up crooked." Settling back in with my linen canvas and paints, I studied his form critically, wanting to do him justice. His chosen pose had one leg stretched out long while the other bent at the knee. Both arms were tucked casually behind his head, showing off his toned physique. But I frowned, noticing the distraction - the size and length of his cock in that tight navy blue boxer briefs. I was going to finish that drawing in two days if I kept stealing glances at it. Reaching into the basket of clothes in the corner, I tossed him a fresh pair of black pants. "Here, put these on.Please."

"Cassandra, when you learn how much you're worth, you'll stop giving people discounts. We love you and we know you have a problem. That's why starting tomorrow you're beginning counseling. We're going to get you help and you'll be able to learn you're better than this." After deciding on a black and white striped, long tank maxi dress and sandals, Drew and I rode over to Crayvin's parent's house in his car. Drew was so sweet, holding my hand during the drive. He looks so handsome in his jeans and blue button-up, and his sandalwood scent masks the faint smell of cigarettes.