Bi-Sexual Female / 37
I was a student of art at the time. Mostly I did female figures, nothing erotic. I just liked females. The word around campus was that I asked girls to pose for me, I took a picture and then would do a painting. The girl's identity was always kept secret, I used techniques to disguise their face. But the rest was real, sometimes I spent weeks getting the breast just right, or the crack and butt, or the suggested slit, I never did anything explicit, I wanted my viewer to look and keep looking for more when they focused on the crotch area of the painting.
One day a woman came by my small studio and spent quite a bit of time choosing a painting. She finally settled on a painting of a Hispanic girl. I had spent a long time getting the painting right. Her legs were crossed but I wanted a hint of her pussy. The picture didn't capture that, but I wanted it and the woman liked it. She told me she was therapist and this painting would be in her office, as she put it, bountiful breasts for which the girl was proud, and completely modest about having someone look at her pussy.
When she paid she asked me if I would do a painting of her. She said that she wanted a painting of her pussy, angry, open, as if it was going to swallow you, the antithesis of the painting she was buying.
She posed, at first pretty much on her back legs open. But she didn't like the pictures. She brought a large dildo, masturbated and when she was fully aroused she would pull the dildo out and I took pictures, her vagina wet and still open from the dildo. We took a hundred pictures, until she chose three pictures, all after she had achieved orgasm, all that clearly had her vagina a dark hole, all three had her anus included.
I did the painting, a 12 X 14, close up, barely a hint of her thighs, I took great care to show all the underlying folds and colors, a great wide open pussy that had just been fucked. I added semen to the vagina, trickling down on her anus.
She paid me more than I had asked. She hung it in her office, the patient had to look at it when they met. It became a showpiece, patients went just to see the painting. Her story was, that men had a penis, which had evolved to fuck, but women had a vagina that had evolved to fuck, and she wanted her patients to come to accept that their vaginas were just as powerful as a penis, more powerful, because men wanted to see the Hispanic girl, but when they confronted a fully aroused pussy they turned away.
That was the last painting I did in that genre. I turned to painting abstracts, I took my hints from nature, from plants and their sexual parts. I fell in love with orchids, which of course, expose to the world what women hide every day.
One day a woman came by my small studio and spent quite a bit of time choosing a painting. She finally settled on a painting of a Hispanic girl. I had spent a long time getting the painting right. Her legs were crossed but I wanted a hint of her pussy. The picture didn't capture that, but I wanted it and the woman liked it. She told me she was therapist and this painting would be in her office, as she put it, bountiful breasts for which the girl was proud, and completely modest about having someone look at her pussy.
When she paid she asked me if I would do a painting of her. She said that she wanted a painting of her pussy, angry, open, as if it was going to swallow you, the antithesis of the painting she was buying.
She posed, at first pretty much on her back legs open. But she didn't like the pictures. She brought a large dildo, masturbated and when she was fully aroused she would pull the dildo out and I took pictures, her vagina wet and still open from the dildo. We took a hundred pictures, until she chose three pictures, all after she had achieved orgasm, all that clearly had her vagina a dark hole, all three had her anus included.
I did the painting, a 12 X 14, close up, barely a hint of her thighs, I took great care to show all the underlying folds and colors, a great wide open pussy that had just been fucked. I added semen to the vagina, trickling down on her anus.
She paid me more than I had asked. She hung it in her office, the patient had to look at it when they met. It became a showpiece, patients went just to see the painting. Her story was, that men had a penis, which had evolved to fuck, but women had a vagina that had evolved to fuck, and she wanted her patients to come to accept that their vaginas were just as powerful as a penis, more powerful, because men wanted to see the Hispanic girl, but when they confronted a fully aroused pussy they turned away.
That was the last painting I did in that genre. I turned to painting abstracts, I took my hints from nature, from plants and their sexual parts. I fell in love with orchids, which of course, expose to the world what women hide every day.
