The Artist.
The man, the myth, the legend.
I’m not sure where to start. I know this part two is going to be all about him, but I still don’t know how to even begin to start describing him and everything that he is. I guess I should start with his name, The Artist.
He was an Artist. Wherever he’s at, I’m sure he’s still doing art. He actually is pretty gifted. But, he was an artist, that did art. Mostly sculptures, but I think he did some other things too. He loved working with lines and how objects and shapes looked at different angles and in different lights. He was very conscious of the shadows objects and his art made. Hearing him talk about art, he was so passionate and excited about his art and creations. He was a true and genuine artist. And pretty legit at it too.
He was 39/40, but looked maybe like, his mid-30s. Which yes, isn’t that much, but still. I was not expecting him to be that much older than I was. Oh, at the time I was 29, so keep that in mind. He had long black hair, super pale, about an inch shorter than me, so about 5’8, 5’7 and he wore a size small in men’s. Yes, y’all heard me right, a size small. Here I am, size 30 bish, fucking a guy whose body is like, the size of one of my thighs. And he looked like Loki. Not gonna lie, just thinking about him right now is making me feel some type of way, in a good way. I love Loki, all forms of Loki, and he very much had artsy Loki vibes. He dressed in all black too. I honestly don’t recall him wearing any other color shirt but black. Ok, instead of artsy Loki, think more so, goth Loki. The size difference was a bit weird at first, but it worked. It worked super well.
One thing that sorta made me fall so much in like with what this was, was where he lived at. It was this swanky downtown loft, something I always thought it’ll be fun to live in. Super high ceilings with windows to match. Clean walls, open concept, concrete floors, a bit of industrial, mixed with a few homey vibes, and a lot of modern. It was great. Every time I would go over, it just felt so, sexy. Granted, I would usually be wearing something sexy af and left without wearing underwear, but still, it was just a whole bunch of sexy moments, from start to finish. Funny story, there were many nights where I would leave at like, 2/3 am and had to be at work the next morning. Well, one morning, 9 am me forgot that 2 am me left the butt plug from the night before, in my purse. I didn’t notice till about lunchtime, but still. Thank everything I didn’t have to go through a security scanner or anything, can y’all imagine if I did tho??
The Artist was very nice. Like, one of those nice guys who gently wipes his cum off your ass and just lets you lay there in a pile of mush while he gets food ready, nice guy. His personality was a little bit, all over the place sometimes, but, I think he had ADD or something. I remember him talking about it. He was also very eclectic, as one would imagine, and always making jokes. He loved movies too and had quite the collection. Yes, we were watching DVDs. DVD and chill, it’s a vibe. One thing I loved about that, was his love for 80s movies. I know y’all are thinking we probably didn’t do much watching, but, we actually did. We would watch a movie, fuck, then watch another movie and just cuddle and chill. He was like the perfect fuck buddy and it was great.
This whole period in my life was a vibe. I mentioned how he’s the one who got my groove back, and it’s true. Before him, I think I went about a couple of years without having sex. I was having some internal self-image issues. Before him, the last two AMAB people I slept with didn’t orgasm, and I felt some type of way. Bluntly put, I felt too fat for sex and like there was something wrong with me and my body. How we met, how he treated me and how much he absolutely loved my body, made me do a full 180. Or rather, he helped *me* do a 180. He’s not getting all the credit with this one. He sorta just made things a bit magical and treated me like a princess. A guy that looks like Loki, loves 80s movies, has great taste in ice cream, is creative, loves to eat ass, and made me cum?? Who wouldn’t love that?
I guess in the next part I’ll get into the actual sex part of things. Pre-sex, during sex, and after sex, there are stories for every part of our nights. I’m just warning y’all, things are going to get juicy and real intimate here. Maybe even a little graphic too. Just hang tight, enjoy some other posts, and sooner than you think, part three will be up!