Artistic Sex Diaries

[neci]

I want a thread where people can come and jot down thoughts while creating their erotic art. The only thing i ask is that if you are working on a piece for a challenge, you do not give specifics of the piece until after voting, to keep all of the work anonymous. You don't have to post any pictures of what you are working on, but if you would like to share, please do.

 

[neci]

i decided to draw myself masturbating one day a while back. it started out very soft and slow. picking up the pastel chalk, feeling the texture against my fingers. smooth as the chalk brushed lightly against the light medium weight drawing paper. adjusting the pressure of my stroke, i mixed pinks and yellows and blues down. followed by harsh strokes of white chalk. then a raw piece of black charcoal. rubbing my fingers against the colors. smearing. blending. becoming aroused, i wanted to lay my chalk down and touch myself. i needed to continue. i wanted to capture the emotions in my body, while pushing the sticks of color over the paper. i swore to try some orgasm control. not allowing myself the physical release until the piece was done. i picked up the chalk, becoming faster in my approach. losing myself in the movements of my hand. trying to focus on the paper. the lines. fucking lines. pushing harder. needing to finish. crossing and uncrossing my legs as my nipples began to ache. pushing. harder. smearing white over the center of the cunt. harsh pink jolts moving in and out. laying my chalk down. completing the piece. my hand. rubbing warm colors between my thighs. and release. gushing out over my stained fingers and hands. onto the floor below the chair. release. shudders. i lifted my hand up to grasp the table.
i ended up smearing the chalk on the drawing.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

This is a good idea.

And, um, it made me hard.

 

[tcook]

i decided to draw myself masturbating one day a while back. it started out very soft and slow. picking up the pastel chalk, feeling the texture against my fingers. smooth as the chalk brushed lightly against the light medium weight drawing paper. adjusting the pressure of my stroke, i mixed pinks and yellows and blues down. followed by harsh strokes of white chalk. then a raw piece of black charcoal. rubbing my fingers against the colors. smearing. blending. becoming aroused, i wanted to lay my chalk down and touch myself. i needed to continue. i wanted to capture the emotions in my body, while pushing the sticks of color over the paper. i swore to try some orgasm control. not allowing myself the physical release until the piece was done. i picked up the chalk, becoming faster in my approach. losing myself in the movements of my hand. trying to focus on the paper. the lines. fucking lines. pushing harder. needing to finish. crossing and uncrossing my legs as my nipples began to ache. pushing. harder. smearing white over the center of the cunt. harsh pink jolts moving in and out. laying my chalk down. completing the piece. my hand. rubbing warm colors between my thighs. and release. gushing out over my stained fingers and hands. onto the floor below the chair. release. shudders. i lifted my hand up to grasp the table.
i ended up smearing the chalk on the drawing.

I wish I could create something half as good as that...love the story thot goes along with it.

 

[kinkikittyn]

Neci,

creating art feels that way for me, a sensual encompassing experience.

There is a timelessness when you are focused with such intensity. You lose track of time, of your surroundings. Everything extraneous is blocked out.

 

[THROBBS]

Related.....

(this was formerly a story I had posted to LIT under the illustrated catagory, because it was)

I have been drawing the human form most of my life. I began Figure Drawing from a live nude model in high school. I felt quite worldly at the time and even after years of art school and a subsequent 20 years of drawing the human form at the local Art Center, I still have a sense of knowing.

There was a memorable model at the Art Center a year or so ago. She was a bit older than some, perhaps 40-something. Right from the start of each, hot, summer session, in which she modeled, there was a “charge” to the air. She was not “gorgeous”. She was sexy and sensual. Her hair was straight and blonde and she was curvaceous. She would bring her own blanket to pose on. She also had the unnerving habit of undressing right there at the model stand, rather than in the bathroom. I always tried to arrive early, regardless of the model, in order to get a good seat front and center. I find that watching a woman disrobe can be quite erotic, and I am sure she took some pleasure from this.

Another quirky thing she did; after removing all her clothes she would stretch and then cup and lift her large breasts, and give a slight casual tug to her nipples. All of this was done as if she was just adjusting them to their freedom. I found myself growing a bit longer in my shorts.

Once the first pose was taken, I became engrossed in capturing her essence; I had to put at least a taste of her sensuality in my drawings. Most of my energy shifted to focus on that task. The swelling stabilized. I was still longer than “at rest”, but not what one would call “erect”.

Part of my drawing technique is what I call “Lickenschmere”. I use either a water base roller ball pen or water-soluble pencils. I will draw a contour, then lick a fingertip and smear the line to define a volume or a shadow. I am not afraid to study every contour of the model; her neck, the curve of her hip or ass, her round stomach (I LOVE stomachs and bellybuttons), the recess of her navel, the wisps of pubic hair, the cleft of her pussy, the subtle color of her nipples. I became absorbed in the landscape of her body, often jumping from region to region.

I was somewhat startled as I studied the model’s face, to find her gaze locked with mine. A model is almost always (in this context) somewhat anonymous, observed in an objective way (hopefully with at least a “dash” of subjectiveness to breath life into the rendering). She had altered the “rule” by staring back! I did not avert my eyes; instead I moistened a finger and applied a wet digit to the part of her, which I had stolen into my sketchbook. She could tell just which part of her anatomy I was studying, transferring with strokes of pen, caresses of fingertips wet with saliva.

I felt a bit light headed. I noted that my mouth was slightly parted and became aware that my breathing matched hers. The rest of the room faded away in a kind of tunnel vision. My cock stirred again, growing in length and thickness down my thigh. I was aware that I was wearing shorts, which heightened my fever. Her poses turned more provocative and always with eye contact, though sometimes it was indirect via the studio mirror. I joined in her game. My hands were a bit shaky, yet I knew I must capture this. I moved my legs apart. I was seated as always with my sketchbook on my lap. My cock caught a bit of cool air, as I was wearing boxers under my cargo shorts. I was directly opposite the studio mirror, and I could see myself and judged what she could see of me. My cock swelled at the thought. She then had a small half smile, and knew she had me.

She took a pose on her knees, bending forward and away from me to rest her head on her arms, which were crossed on a velvet topped, rectangular stool. Her breasts spread softly under her weight (reminding me of the way a marshmallow puffs out of the side of a s’more, an odd thought). She looked back at me with veiled eyes, and adjusted her pose slightly moving her knees apart and back a bit. This caused one breast to fall free and hang in the most inviting way, as if to be milked, to be pinched, lifted, caressed, sucked on. The other effect of her repositioning was the tantalizing appearance of her soft, shaven pussy between her thighs just below her large round ass.

My reaction was to draw more furiously and my cock to increase to full length and hardness. The head of my throbbing organ grew beyond my boxers, which still managed to hold it down. The tension was great in every way. Luckily, no one else could see what was happening to me, though I did not look to see, nor do I think I would have cared. I casually let one finger hook under my shorts and extended it to gather the precum from the tip of my cock, which was by then precariously close to being exposed to anyone who might be looking. I used this new wetness in place of saliva to blend my drawing. In effect, I was spreading my cum on her ass in a virtual way. She sighed. There was a slight wiggle or roll to her hips and I could see HER wetness as her lips parted just slightly.

Suddenly, I was startled to awareness as the timer went off and the class ended. Everyone began packing up. The model rose up slowly, like a cat. She wiggled into her clothes. I lingered, putting away my pens and pencils slowly. Soon we were the only ones left. As we moved to the door she turned and asked, “would you like to explore any of the poses in depth?”...

 

[THROBBS]

The other illustrations.
Yes, this was the a real model.

 

[neci]

so i was on lit, then went to paint. fuck. i'm sitting there trying to paint something a bit serene and peaceful for once, and all i can think about is some damn topic in the BDSM forum on pimps and ho's and somehow my mind wandered to harems. fuck. fuck. fuck. and i'm painting, wondering what position in the harem would be my favorite. first i was thinking of something similar to "Mommy Dommy." making sure all the sluts knew where their place was, making them clean the place spotless using no hands. the basics. then my mind wandered again to the sleeping beauty series by Anne Rice. one of my favorite descriptions in the books is about the preparation of the slaves. how they were bathed, oiled, perfumed, then painted. painted with gold leaf, rich colors swirling around the curves and crannies of their bodies. i would want that job. to paint the bodies being sent to the king and queen. adorning precious stones and pearls and paints to the sea of hot primed bodies. becoming covered in paint and glitter and oils myself, but ending up more like a Jackson Pollock piece compared to the Da Vinci's that left for the chambers. my hands sore but nimble from working all day long. craving release from working tediously for hours among the flesh.
yes. i definitely think that would be the job i would want in the harem.

 

[neci]

men and their cocks

have you ever wondered what it is like to get down on your knees and worship a cock? there is the aspect of submission, letting my mouth be used as a fuck hole, my hair pulled tight. then there is the part of losing myself in playing with You. tormenting You with my tongue. vocal cords vibrating around Your cock. saliva dripping down Your balls. feeling You lose Yourself in me. pushing up and down. hard. soft. lapping at You. pulling You out and smearing Your cock over my lips, my cheeks. paint my lips with Your precum and my saliva. looking up at You and grinning. i want You to see the pleasure in my eyes. smell the arousal from my cunt, as i try hard to deep throat You. feeling You begin to fuck my face hard. fucking me harder. taking me as Yours. in and out until You grunt and groan in spastic pleasure, and right at that moment, pushing my face down around You. swallowing. bobbing my head up and down, milking the cum out of You. taking over control as You empty into me. Your voice echoing through my ears. cum sliding out the corner of my mouth. dizzy and light headed. licking my lips. all Yours.

fuck. afternoon orgasms. slowly returning to reality. calmness. time to paint.

 

[neci]

thank you everyone for swinging by so far and posting! THROBBS, i love the story, and the drawings are wonderful! okay, time to get off my ass and get to work some more.

 

[THROBBS]

have you ever wondered what it is like to get down on your knees and worship a cock? there is the aspect of submission, letting my mouth be used as a fuck hole, my hair pulled tight. then there is the part of losing myself in playing with You. tormenting You with my tongue. vocal cords vibrating around Your cock. saliva dripping down Your balls. feeling You lose Yourself in me. pushing up and down. hard. soft. lapping at You. pulling You out and smearing Your cock over my lips, my cheeks. paint my lips with Your precum and my saliva. looking up at You and grinning. i want You to see the pleasure in my eyes. smell the arousal from my cunt, as i try hard to deep throat You. feeling You begin to fuck my face hard. fucking me harder. taking me as Yours. in and out until You grunt and groan in spastic pleasure, and right at that moment, pushing my face down around You. swallowing. bobbing my head up and down, milking the cum out of You. taking over control as You empty into me. Your voice echoing through my ears. cum sliding out the corner of my mouth. dizzy and light headed. licking my lips. all Yours.

fuck. afternoon orgasms. slowly returning to reality. calmness. time to paint.

!!

Luckily, I know a woman like that. In fact, she might have written such a thing!


Sadly, she is over there>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

 

[Austin8]

Pain​

Earlier today we were talking about pain. Pain comes in many forms, but physical pain was the point of discussion. I for one have felt my share of pain.
From broken bones to a broken heart, it permeates our lives in so many ways. Some live with it on a daily basis, thankfully I do not, But why? When our mechanics go awry. With no clear answer in site, I felt the need to express my feelings of pain.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=967433&stc=1&d=1257374499

People are animals.​

The body is mortal and subject to incredible pain.

Life is antagonistic to the living.

The flesh can be sawed, crushed, frozen, stretched, burned, bombed, and plucked for music.

The dumb are abused by the smart and the smart destroyed by their own cunning.

The small are tortured by the large and the large destroyed by their own momentum.

We are able to walk on air, but only as long as our illusion supports us.

~To all those in pain feel better soon.~​

 

[kinkikittyn]

Nicely said, Austin.
~To all those in pain feel better soon.~

 

[Austin8]

Nicely said, Austin.
~To all those in pain feel better soon.~

Thanks kiki, not erotic but...

 

[kinkikittyn]

Thanks kiki, not erotic but...

I thought your illustration conveyed the emotions behind your words well

 

[Austin8]

I thought your illustration conveyed the emotions behind your words well

Thanks, sat like that for hours on the tile floor in the bathroom waiting for the pain in my back to subside so I could actually crawl... kidney stones...

 

[neci]

sitting in the studio.
N is over.
her words.
please insert heavy Latina accent in here
i want to suck your finger.
i want to do it now. i'm serious.
i have to have something in my mouth
something juicy
and big
feeling like throwin up
and then
he's puttin his dick on my ass
and i start screamin "ahahahahahahahahaha"
but I like Pain!
and i want more more more!
and then he put his finger on my mouth
to suck it after he put it up my ass
put it in my pussy then put it in my ass
ahhhhhhhh
sucking my titties that they just bleeding
i think that's all
oh nononononononono
and then he finish in all my mouth and my titties
and then i lick it
and eat his mecos*
yes!
that's all!




*Mexican slang for sperm

 

[neci]

Hook me up with a Russian Guy

words of N.
insert heavy Latina accent here:
i like his white skin white skin
thick accent
ewewewewwewew ahahahahhahaha
the accent
and their beautiful ass
asssssssss
hahahahaha
and then he's putting his finger on his dick
and he's just movin it backward and forward
invitin me to suck his dick
gettin the sweet liquid outta his dick
and then he grab my head
and stick it on his dick
and then he makes me ssssssuck it all
*eyes closes*
and then he touch my wet pussy
and a start lickin it
and putting his finger on my pussy too
and when he start penetratin' my pussy
hahahaha gigigigigi
he start to spit all over my pussy
and then he start hittin me with his dick on my mouth like ahahahahaha
*do you think my husband is going to get mad?*
i want to fuck you bitch
and that's it.

 

[neci]

after good discussions
music
dance

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

I already told you this, but this piece makes me happy when I look at it.

 

[neci]

I already told you this, but this piece makes me happy when I look at it.

i'm thinking something similar to this for the pier piece.

 

[neci]

i want to feel with my hands
into which areas of the body
You feel pleasure
and those which feel pain

be my model
be my muse

let me close my eyes
run my finger tips over Your skin
standing - bound - before me
because by the end, You will need release

covering Your body
light grazes
deep fingernails
searching for the feeling on Your skin

where the forces collide
the intersection of pleasure and Pain

the Holy spot divine

i want to discover those spots with my hands
molding
sculpting
painting
sketching
over every smooth section of Your body

feeling the heat of the clay
warming beneath my hands

my submissive nature taking over
pleasing You
needing You inside me
firm Dominant brush strokes

the etching of Your teeth
begging You to Fuck me

not until You Come

working harder
perfection in Art takes Time
slow teasing Time
to smooth
to polish
to play
to refine

please, bend me over and Fuck me

i whisper
unwrapping Your hands
handing You mine

 

[neci]

quick thoughts about the project.
random words.
from poetry and jumbled entries
new pages
old book
miniature story pages
laid on the frame
a collection of thoughts
photographed on the body
in an actual book? or separate pieces creating the pages of the book....
got to think more.

 

[neci]

before i go

yes, i am going to finish this first before i run out the door with a million other things to do. i need to write it out.
i'm placing it here, because i like this little spot.
public but still private.
also, because when You fuck me, and then turn me loose to create art, i get a rush. a big fucking rush.

telling me to bend over
shoulders flush with the bed
my arms pinned under my body
feeling You fuck me
Pushing in and out of my cunt
hearing You tell me to grasp Your balls
rubbing firm slow circles on Your prostrate
massaging You as You fuck me
my hand brushing up against my swollen clit
red
puffy
aching
begging You for release
begging You to fuck me harder
please.
please.
as i increase the tempo of the rubbing next to Your cock
knowing i will not be let to come until You tell me i can
desperately needing to satisfy You
trying to push You over the edge
feeling Your hand come down hard on my ass
jerking and tightening around You
the spill of my juices over Your balls
over my hand
as You push me over
get on top of me
and feed me Your cock
opening my mouth wide
hands behind my back
my tongue out
begging
pleading
my arousal consumed by Your cock
sucking on You
as if it was there to keep me alive
nourishment
the spill of Your seed down my throat
gasping as i swallow
running out the corners of my mouth
dripping
the taste of my cunt
smeared on my face by Your groin
giving You the release You need
my body tight
waiting Your command for my own eventual release
nerves standing on edge
as i continue to milk Your cock
sliding You in and out of my mouth
feeling You shake and tremble inside me
looking up
half closed eyes
blurred with lust and need


for You Sexy.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

...because when You fuck me, and then turn me loose to create art, i get a rush. a big fucking rush.

you are art. really.