Life Art, An Erotic Beginning Published!

 The first book in my Life Art trilogy is published and available on Amazon. You can follow the link here to download a copy for $1.99. Here's the blur and an excerpt to get you warmed up.

Life Art, An Erotic Beginning:

Lani, a virgin who prefers books to the friends who see her as dull, decides to spice up her life by responding to a call for an erotic life art model. She is unprepared for the sparks of desire when she meets Madeline, the sophisticated and domineering artist. Nor does she expect the arrival of a second model, the guy from class who drives her private fantasies. Will Lani follow through with the modeling sessions? Will she and her body offer more than what is asked of her?

Excerpt from Life Art, An Erotic Beginning

Madeline studied me from her chair, again surveying my body with a scrutiny that warmed my blood. She stood and came to me, her hands reaching towards my hair, pausing to ask, “Do you mind?” I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for, but I simply responded with a shake of my head. 

She reached towards my bun, gently pulled out the hair tie, and let my thick, dark hair fall. She ran delicate fingers into the mass of tendrils and brought my hair to rest around my shoulders. I caught the hint of a provocative perfume and noticed the smoothness of her skin. I wanted to slide my tongue along her neck and collarbone. Where had that come from? She arranged my hair alongside my breasts, fingers brushing their sides, another exciting jolt of touch. Her face was close to mine. For a moment, I feared she might kiss me, but when she pulled back, I was slightly disappointed.

“Your hair is stunning, so much life. I’ve always envied women with lustrous hair like yours. I don’t even remember what color mine is supposed to be anymore,” she laughed. I thought her dyed black straight bob a sophisticated look and began to tell her so. A knock on the door stopped me.

“Ah, that must be Jeff.”

I sat there, confused, as she went to answer the door. Perhaps Jeff was a delivery guy or some friend dropping off supplies. I heard the voices at the door, saw Madeline’s back as she greeted whoever was there, and frantically thought of how I would explain my presence here if need be. I looked down at my clothes to make sure everything was in place. When I looked up again, Jeff was walking into the room.

Jeff, the attractive, charming guy from my philosophy class and the reason I got excited about going when the topic was too dull to hold my attention. The guy with the shaggy mop of brown curls my fingers itched to play with—the well-built athlete with a friendly smile and penchant for philosophical ramblings. Here was the stand-in body of my erotic fantasies, the guy whose cock penetrated my thoughts as I rubbed myself to climax.

What in the hell is he doing here? And how was I going to explain my presence? I watched in horror as he made his way confidently into the room, scanning the paintings and décor. He stopped when he saw me, a puzzled look on his face, but smiled.

“Hey Lani, how’s it going?”

He knew my name. That was a shock in itself, but then the casual way he came around to sit near me on the couch made me flustered. I stuttered out some return greeting and looked to Madeline as she sat in the armchair across us.

“So, you two know each other? That could make this interesting.” Neither of us said a word. “Are you friends? Lovers?—”

“Classmates,” Jeff cut her off before she could continue.

Madeline looked at the two of us with amused scrutiny.

“We have a philosophy class together,” he continued.

“Hmm…well, have either of you ever sat for an artist before?”

We both shook our heads.

Madeline bit her lip. “Have you ever been naked in front of people you weren’t intimate with?”

I thought about the one time my friends tried to get me to skinny dip with them and how horrified I was of my parents finding out that I kept my clothes on.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Jeff and I responded at the same time. Madeline apparently thought this was interesting and paused in contemplation before replying.

“Jeff, turn and look at Lani. Tell me what you see.”

Jeff shifted nervously. I could tell he was trying to be polite. I looked at him and offered a friendly smile. He studied me for a moment and let the corner of his mouth raise playfully. I wondered if he knew how sexy that movement was.

“I see a beautiful young woman with gorgeous hair,” his voice softened.

“And…” Madeline encouraged.

“And comforting brown eyes, and sexy full lips.” Jeff stopped then, possibly thinking he had gone too far.

My cheeks were flush with the attention.

“Nice, Jeff. Now Lani, tell me what you see when you look at Jeff.”

I was so nervous that I responded with the first thing that came to mind, “Masculinity.” My stomach dropped. What the hell kind of response was that? Madeline, however, seemed to approve.

    “Perfect answer. 

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