That would mean he would have me, right here, at this very moment. XXNX It must have been crimson red. My mind was tripping over my own thoughts. He demanded me to have it. I pulled down both my jeans and underwear at the same time, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I wanted this imaginary Mr. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was the most impressive painting. I could feel his breath on my skin, I could even hear it. Or, better: they said he fucked college girls. I walked towards him, around the easel, and looked at his work. Trying not to gaze at his large biceps, I buried my face in my sketches.
