Well Hung And Drawn : Anal Lovers 6 (Anal Sex Virgin Erotica): Anal Lovers, #6

By Kimmy Welsh

I've drawn so many still-life pictures that I no longer even need a subject.  I could sketch the naughtiest things on a whim, and that's led me to conjuring up some very sinful images.  My imagination gets the best of me when I put a face on one of my erotic drawings, and the face winds up being my own art tutor, Mr. Drake!

My drawings get naughtier as I start to sketch Mr. Drake having sex, and when I put my face on the naked body he's making love to, I enter whole new level of naughtiness.  Read as Mr. Drake finds my sketch book and turns my fantasies to reality, including the most sinful one of all: anal!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201229184

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No, he laughed.  "I was ... enjoying your work."

It was only then that I realized.  My mouth opened in shock, and I started to smile.  I shuffled quickly backwards and then looked down at the duvet.  It occurred to me then that I may have interrupted something.

So, you’re ... I pointed.  You were ...

I guess we’re even, he laughed.

No way are we even!  Suddenly I felt a rekindling of our relationship.  The playing-field was leveling, and I no longer felt the deep, shameful embarrassment of before.  This shared experience was repairing the broken bond.

We’re kind of even, he said.

We are not.  You saw much more than I did!

But you’ve got that right here, he said, lifting the sketchbook.  Its pages splayed and drawings of hard cocks flurried by.

They’re not the real thing, I countered.

They almost are.  It’s so lifelike.

"But it isn’t life."

You got it pretty spot on.

What?

My cock, he said.  It’s damn-near a perfect replica.

It ... it is?

He sighed.  Look, I’m only doing this to prove to you that you’re a fine artist okay, so don’t be weirded out or anything.

My look of confusion faded into one of shock as he drew back the duvet to reveal himself naked beneath.  Not only that, but his big, beautiful, hard cock sat beneath.  Mr. Drake was right.  It was identical to the drawing.

See? he said, putting himself on display.

It’s hard?

I was pretty turned on, he laughed.

I picked up the sketchbook and turned it to that drawing of The Creation of Adam.  Sit like this, I asked him.

He did so, resting one hand on his knee and letting his cock fall up against his stomach.  I