Straight Female / 29
Art Imitates Life, Life Surrenders To Art
What happened started innocently enough. It was a little late when we got off the conference call. He suggested we catch lunch down by the museum district. After lunch he suggested we check out this small museum of modern art. In one exhibit it was sexual art, paintings and sculptures. General sculptures, male and female. He suggested we leave, but I wanted to prove I could appreciate art. We went on, six foot penis, across from a six foot open vulva. The penis didn't bother me, being with him and the vulva did.
I know he was watching me, he led me out. We sat for a while on a bench. He asked me what I thought, be honest. Most women do poorly with explicit images of sex. I was one of those women. He offered to help me work it out, get comfortable with my vulva as an object of sex. He would possess my vulva, in return he would loan me his cock.
It was formal, like a doctor talk. Except that it would only end with his cock inside me, and he would own me after that. 90% verbal, 10% physical. He would talk me into an orgasm and take me after that. Uncomfortable, yes. But I wasn't going to walk out until he possessed me, owned me.
He did get me to orgasm before he took me for good. He had a plaster cast done of my open vulva, and an artist paint it to be as realistic as I am in real life. He titled the casting 'An open flower'. The cast of his erect penis, as realistic as real life, stood beside it, 'The Phallus'. On my bedside, so I can enjoy knowing, his phallus owns my vulva. Like the phallus owned the vulva in the museum.
It's not easy knowing he owns me, or that he alone can have me. As in the museum, where art imitates life, he understood what I saw that day, And why it made me so uncomfortable.
I know he was watching me, he led me out. We sat for a while on a bench. He asked me what I thought, be honest. Most women do poorly with explicit images of sex. I was one of those women. He offered to help me work it out, get comfortable with my vulva as an object of sex. He would possess my vulva, in return he would loan me his cock.
It was formal, like a doctor talk. Except that it would only end with his cock inside me, and he would own me after that. 90% verbal, 10% physical. He would talk me into an orgasm and take me after that. Uncomfortable, yes. But I wasn't going to walk out until he possessed me, owned me.
He did get me to orgasm before he took me for good. He had a plaster cast done of my open vulva, and an artist paint it to be as realistic as I am in real life. He titled the casting 'An open flower'. The cast of his erect penis, as realistic as real life, stood beside it, 'The Phallus'. On my bedside, so I can enjoy knowing, his phallus owns my vulva. Like the phallus owned the vulva in the museum.
It's not easy knowing he owns me, or that he alone can have me. As in the museum, where art imitates life, he understood what I saw that day, And why it made me so uncomfortable.
- That's Juicy! 10
- Remove It! 10
