Duo Friend Poses Reference Drawing Novels & Stories

I knelt down on the couch and after much hesitation, Theo finally did what I asked him to. Changing positions, he held my arms behind my back while I sat on him, the kind of painting I was going for was all erotic, and sensational. I wanted it to be my own version of 'Kama Sutra', but while it's my own version, I also wanted it show some sort of connection between the partners. In the last position, Theo and I faced each other and his arms were wrapped around my back, my head rested on his shoulder and I couldn't help giggling for the umpteenth time since we started taking pictures.

Honestly, it fit my mood. The first thing my fingers found was a crayon drawing. Darius made it in kindergarten. A messy little sketch of stick figures—me and him—holding hands. The bottom said “Bezt frends forever.” I laughed through the tears, brushing one from my cheek. God, we were so young. I kept unpacking, lining the stuff up in the order I’d gotten it. Most of it was old. Faded. But it all felt like yesterday. There were tons of drawings. The boy could draw like a damn goddess. He always could.

Lucian’s breathing grew heavier as he sketched, eyes flicking between the paper and the beautiful, shameless display in front of him. The poses grew bolder. Lucian had Josh on all fours, back arched deeply, ass presented high while he looked back over his shoulder. Then sitting on the edge of the chaise with legs spread wide, two fingers buried in his own ass while he stroked his cock. Each new position made Josh harder, precum dripping steadily from the tip.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

One that he had forever cherished and wished if that was in his own room. A stick man picture with uneven shading of colours falling out of the borders of the two characters Milan's little fingers had drawn. It was messy but magnificent. Because it was made by Milan for her brother and it was of them. Zander holding hands with Milan while an amoeba-shaped cloud floated over their heads above a widely grinning sun, its smile cracking by the left corner, looking like a fish hook. The sight of the picture increased the length of his smile as he recalled that eventful day.

The proportions were wrong, and the perspective worse. It was meant to be two people. I think. The first figure stood tall, cartoonishly wide shoulders, a sharp smile stretching across its crooked face. She’d drawn actual horns on the head like some devil from a child’s storybook. Beside it, she’d written, Mr. Evil Boss. And below him, on her knees as if begging for her life, was another figure. She’d scribbled beside it, me. I tilted my head. It looked like she’d gotten bored while waiting that day.

Not in the mood to participate. Two seventh-graders stormed past me, chasing each other, one attired as a pitbull dog and the other as a ragdoll cat. Some students don't take the cheer spirit day dress-up seriously, and just a joke. I met Bryson and his girlfriend Elena along the way as I was heading to my class. Bryson is attired in a bluish-white costume adorned with fins, and in his hands, he had a triton. Elena chose to match his outfit.

Varz is about to enter it. “VARZ,” Duo called him. Varz turns around. “YOU’VE GOT GOOD FRIENDS. PLEASE PROTECT THEM. THEY ARE THE START LINE OF YOUR WONDERFUL WORLD.” Duo said giving Varz a thumb up. Varz then smiles and nods. He enters the portal following his friends.

"That's what Mama tells me. Be brave even when it's hard." Darius's composure wavered. I watched his jaw tighten, his hands clench briefly before relaxing. "Your mother is very wise." "I know. She knows everything." Soren pulled a folded paper from his pocket. "I drew something. Want to see?" "Very much." Soren unfolded it carefully. Two stick figures—one large, one small. Both smiling. "That's me and Mama. It's just us two. A pack of two." Darius's hands trembled as he took the drawing in. I saw him struggle to keep breathing normally, his eyes fixed on those two simple figures.

His right leg was raised, arched and hooked around the right side of his friend's waist, toes curled inward. The spear user wasn’t just standing idly behind his pal—his right hand was extended forward, supporting his friend’s raised thigh with his fingers pressing gently against Benard’s skin. His other hand was tucked behind him, the back of his left palm pressed to his lumbar region with his fingers slightly curled in. In this position, the brunet kept rocking his torso back and forth, each rearward movement causing his rear pussy to esuriently take in his comrade's tool of pleasure time and again.