Female Arms Drawing Novels & Stories

My fingers slid from his broad chest to his arms then finally onto his sketch pad. The interest of what he drew bouldered inside me. I sat up straighter, using his shoulder as a support. Curiosity had the first foot. I peered through my thick lashes staring at the masterpiece. It was Rae, he drew her... It wasn't a complete sketch though. My fingers moved slowly across the rough pencil lines. With deep cuts of his strokes, I realized he put a lot of emotion and passion into this little piece. Rae' s eyes, to the bridge of her nose finally to her full lips were the only features he could put down on paper. Although rough, it had a sense of perfection. He made her eyes look daring, she looked

Cute and dreamy. But the others… She was naked in most of them—shamelessly so. One sketch had her bent over, her spine arched in a deep, sensual curve, ass high in the air, thighs parted, hair spilling over her shoulder. What? My eyes widened as I flipped. She was straddling… someone, her head thrown back in abandon, lips parted like she was mid-moan, nails digging into imaginary skin. Her breasts were drawn in exquisite detail, nipples tight, hard, mouthwatering.