Passionate Sketches Novels & Stories

I'm only rolling the cameras for my personal pleasure. Skye breathes in relief and stands up from the chair she has been perched on for the past one hour. That must have been hard. I want to run to her and give her a massage till all the knots are out of her body. “Let me see what you have.” Fred says. I hold my camera and slide the pictures, my heart rate speeding up when Skye leans closer to me to see the pictures clearly. Her scent invades my head and it takes huge control to hear the murmurs of compliments Fred is waving my way.

I said sincerely. She led me to a corner where I spread my sketches, my latest work for the upcoming event lay neatly across the table. I showed her the designs carefully, explaining some of the ideas. Her eyes lit up immediately, sparkling with excitement. “Velma, this is beautiful! I love it!” she said, picking up a sketch delicately, her fingers brushing over the paper as if it were precious.

CASSY I stare straight ahead as she flips through my sketchbook. From one page to another. Then another. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. "This one." She taps a page. "Why did you stop here?" "I..." "You have ten designs leading to this one." "Yes." "And then nothing." "I wasn't satisfied." "Were you blocked?" I hesitate. "...Yes." She closes the sketchbook. "I can tell." Heat rushes to my cheeks. "You think too much before your pencil touches paper."

Then, I promised myself it wasn’t going to happen again. And I tried. I really did. I tried to sketch anything that captured my interest. The skyline at night. The view of everything down below from the rooftop. The beautiful flowers in the garden. But it didn’t work. All I could hear when I looked at them was Professor Keller’s words in my head. Empty. Passionless. Boring. So I ended up trashing every single one of them. I ended up at square one and having to start all over. I restarted five fucking times.

And then a dark figure was caught in the corner of my eye and instantly my eyes darted up the stairs outside. A surge unlike any struck the wires of my heart and awakened a dormant, ancient and powerful emotion I had sealed in for a very long time. Whatever it was that tore its way through the reins of my soul, it wanted her. I found myself unconsciously skimming the lissom lines of a figure I hadn't the slightest idea was hidden underneath Lydia 's old shapeless clothes. My eyes narrowed infinitesimally as my lust empowered assessment moved to her face. The skillfully applied make-up now finally revealed her features-no longer muted but defined, and enhanced. The scars and bruises were gone

" He explained that people and animal maive in patterns. You will find each pose touched on many times. Then you will know your subject from any angle and for your sketches you can draw your finished pose. It was amazing to watch that. He was right. It was fascinating." " I haven't seen you draw since you've been here?" " I've done some. pencil." " interested, he said, "Let me see." "They're nothing. Just roughs." "Won't you show me?" She blushed as she peeked through pages and that alerted him. He watched her and saw that she selected specific pages to show him sketches of Minny. He reached for the pad but she beld it and that gave him only brief glimpses. What was she hising? Had shr opene

Mara POV I know how Passion works, as long as one meets their standards both in looks and in wealth and is interested to join, they will give the person access, and... I looked at Kane's face and saw him looking around in awe and desire making me gulp. I have been with Kane long enough to know things about him and that's why I wasn't liking this idea of bringing him to Passion but I know if I reject the idea too much he will look for another alternative, he is rich enough to do that, and once I manage to step foot here he will automatically be given access as long as he asked for it, why? Because the guy is so hot and irresistible that it's mouth-watering to any girl. For me to crave him so

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

Standing there with the models wearing my creations proudly on display. I haven’t had time to properly design a lot. Even my sketches had been termed, ‘’A combination of angry lines” by Bridget, but maybe that’s because i’ve been getting angry a lot since i came here, and that’s the only emotion i’ve had to work with. She also said there were a lot of sexually pent up lines in there, but Bridget doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “Still thinking about your jerk of a husband?”