In art school we had to draw nudes. Boys blah, drawing naked girls was another matter. I loved the whole thing, I loved the whole female form. On my own I drew my own image using a mirror. I would spend hours perfecting breasts and nipples. I used mirrors to draw my sex. These drawings I kept only for myself. No detail was too much.

In my second year I met a girl from Brazil. Why I showed her my private art work I don't know why but I did. She examined carefully and asked for one very detailed vagina drawing and some breast drawings. She was very interested in that they were of my breasts and vagina.

She asked my to draw her vagina, open all the way. She sat on a small table and opened her legs for me. My hand trembled, my breathing became heavy and I could barley speak. Her vagina was dark purple, giving away to deep pink, her whole pussy was swollen and glistening. I fell to my knees and buried my face in her. I kept drinking and swallowing and breathing through my nose. She got off the table and sat on the couch with her legs as open as she could hold them and she took my head and offered her pussy up to me.

It was a long time before I was able to take pencil to paper and sketch her. I saw an open orchid in my eye, I drew a flower, with intimate detail of all her glistening folds and crevasses. When I finished I knew I had done something special. She loved it but could not believe it was her. When she left with the drawing I was left only with the memory.

I love erotic female drawings, I love erotic females. But only that one time did I draw a true work of erotic art.