The Art of Desire Books 1, 2, 3, & 4.: The Art of Desire

By J. E. Michelle

Book 1: Artist's Models -The passionate and intricate relationships between a male artist and his two bi-sexual millionaire lovers who seek a ffm menagerie et trois birthday gift.

 

Book 2: A Model Threesome - In the exclusive world of high art and luxury, where money flows like water and pleasure knows no bounds, an artist is caught in a tantalizing web between his two bi-sexual millionaire muses. Passion ignites within the gilded walls of their lavish estate, each stroke of the brush mirroring the intensity of their desires. This steamy erotic short story delves into the unbridled sensuality and forbidden desires that blur the lines of love and lust.

 

Book 3: Unleashed Desire - Curvy, young and talented Ava is drawn into a close proximity workplace relationship with sexy alpha male, older billionaire boss Logan.
It's not that she'd do anything for a promotion, she's fallen hard, and he's her very first time. In the glimmering world of opulence and luxury, where fortunes are made and desires are fulfilled, should she tell him she's not a one-night stand type of girl?

 

Book 4: Men In Love - Rupert shuddered as he reached climax under Joshua's skilled touch. They both panted and gazed into each other's eyes with awe and basked in the afterglow of their intimate moment. Only when a family walked by did they break their gaze and realize they were lying beneath a blue sky among swaying trees.

• Language: English
• Publisher: InkPour
• Release date: Feb 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224140978

J. E. Michelle

Erotic romance and Instalove author J. E. Michelle seeks encounters with kick-ass women, dark sexy vampires, or gaslight era rakes, and some gorgeous cinnamon roll, heart of gold heroes you'd love to love. She writes stories packed with everything that we have come to know and love about Erotic Romance – action, adventure, heroes worthy of our love—or lust, and strong, big and beautiful, feisty women. Why choose and bisexual menage with light. BDMS may occur in the short stories. Nothing offensive but not too tame either, just raunchy fun and anything consensual goes—it's all sweet and spicy, modern, historical or paranormal fantasy.

Book preview

Introduction

The passionate and intricate relationships between a male artist and his two bi-sexual millionaire lovers who seek a ffm menagerie et trois birthday gift.

Chapter

One

Despite our striking similarities, we were more than just beautiful figures with long legs and curvaceous bodies. Our identical hairstyles and expertly applied makeup only enhanced the illusion that we were one and the same. We shared not only physical traits, but also fantasies, a fondness for playfulness, and an eagerness to please, binding us together even tighter.

Our closeness, however, also resulted in a detachment from those around us. We found solace in each other's company, communicating effortlessly through our unique twin-speak - a remarkable ability for one to start a thought and the other to seamlessly finish it.

Both of us achieved success in our respective fields. Kate's advertising company eagerly collaborated with my commercial arts design firm, merging work and play into a perfect balance that made us a formidable duo in both business and life. Our partnership was unbreakable, built on trust and support for one another.

But Kate was more than just a friend; she was my muse, my source of inspiration and drive. Together, we pursued our ambitions with fierce determination, leaving men breathless and longing in our wake. We were each other's constant companions, finding solace and contentment in the shared pursuit of success.

Our lives were far from empty. We reveled in luxurious cruise trips, savoring the feeling of freedom as we sailed across sparkling blue waters. Our bond as twins was unbreakable, our twin-speak a source of constant fascination and delight. From the moment we met, we took pleasure in our playful games, enchanting and perplexing those around us with our uncanny connection. Yet beneath the surface of our bustling adventures and impressive achievements, a quiet longing for something more persisted within us, like an elusive whisper that refused to be ignored.

In the dimly lit evenings, with soft music playing, Kate's warm smile enveloped me, making me feel cherished and adored. But still, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction remained.

Our lives were far from empty. We reveled in cruise trips and the thrill of mastering our twin-speak. From the time we met, we took delight in our playful games, confusing and bewitching men with our uncanny connection. Yet, despite our adventures and accomplishments, an unspoken yearning for something more continued to echo within us.

The sound of a young, masculine voice caught my attention as I sat in my office. It sounded slightly nervous or inexperienced, which made me curious. I watched as he approached Joanna, my friendly secretary with the courteous smile.

I'm here to see Kitty Myer, he said confidently, his wavering voice betraying his nerves. He held an art portfolio under one arm and his eagerness was palpable.

Joanna asked if he had an appointment, but he shook his head and explained that he wanted to show me his work. I couldn't resist peering through the translucent partition to catch a glimpse of this bold and enthusiastic young man. As Joanna attempted to block him with her outstretched arms and clicking high heels, I couldn't help but feel intrigued by his words and appearance.

I immediately maneuvered myself for a clearer view into the foyer, my eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble. Amidst the usual group of scantily clad models, I noticed a young man gripping a large black art folio with tense hands. His aura was one of calm confidence, his lean frame wrapped in perfectly tailored moleskin pants and an unbuttoned Western-style shirt that revealed a chiseled, sun-kissed chest and strikingly handsome face. It was no surprise that his buttons had come undone in the midst of his undeniable allure.

Behind him, the models had ceased vying for my attention, their gazes fixated on the young man who stood before me. His presence was magnetic, drawing all eyes to his lean frame and charming smile. His captivating gray eyes met mine, and I found myself lost in their depth.

Send him in. I want to see more.

I couldn't help but admire his confidence as he strode into the room, portfolio in hand. As an art design and advertising duo, Katy and I were used to being overlooked for our appearances rather than our accomplishments. But this young man's talent and charm intrigued me beyond superficial comparisons. He was like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with glossy surfaces and shallow expectations.

The idea of sharing a male partner sparked a fire in our hearts, igniting a fierce desire for a relationship extension. However. Katy’s chin jutted out stubbornly whenever I dared to broach the topic, as if daring me to challenge our bond.

Despite my longing to bring a man into our shared world and seduce him with our identical charms, Katy and I never progressed beyond the facade of twin sisters on a joint first date. It wasn't that we didn't crave a strong male presence or a deep, lasting connection; it was simply inconceivable to us how to achieve those while remaining so intimately intertwined.

The front office foyer of my workplace was transformed the moment he entered. A young man with bronzed skin and a face that radiated the scent of sunshine, cedar, and fresh earth – he was like an embodiment of nature itself. The fluorescent lights seemed to dim in his presence, unable to compete with his natural glow. My mind immediately conjured images of him sunbathing on our penthouse rooftop pool with Katy and I, his body glistening with sweat and sunlight. As he leaned in, his gaze boldly undressing me, I couldn't help but feel a primal attraction towards him.

With a grin that could charm even the most hardened hearts, the lanky artist unveiled his portfolio on my desk. But it wasn't just his artwork that caught my attention - it was his intoxicating blend of spice, musk, and linseed oil that enveloped me as he stood next to me. I felt myself drawn closer to him, standing tall and attentive as if under some kind of spell. His refined accent hinted at a cultured background and privileged upbringing, only adding to the allure of this enigmatic stranger.

In that moment, I was completely entranced by him - his presence stirring something deep within me. And as his unwavering focus remained on me, I couldn't deny the fire that ignited between us. He was like a force of nature, impossible to resist and I was completely under his spell.

Rupert, he introduced himself, his voice laced with seduction as he extended his hand.

I took it, feeling the overwhelming strength of his grip. My body screamed to melt into his embrace, but I fought against it, biting my lip so hard that the taste of metallic blood mingled with the sweetness of my rose lip-gloss.

Luscious, he remarked, his eyes devouring me hungrily. I could feel his gaze tracing every curve and angle of my body, igniting a fire within me.

A deep blush crept up my neck and spread to my cheeks as I registered his words. Are you trying to buy me? I retorted, my hand sweeping over the expensive artwork that surrounded us. But my thoughts were consumed by the vision before me - every ripple and curve of his defined muscles on display through his unbuttoned shirt, a masterpiece in its own right. My heart raced at the thought of being owned and possessed by him.

Chapter

Two

The young man's fingers moved with a fluid grace over the pages, each turn igniting a spark of fascination within me. His voice was a mesmerizing blend of velvet and honey, each word dripping from his tongue in a seductive cadence.

His voice was like velvet, pulling me in despite my best efforts to resist. As he gestured to the landscape before us, I couldn't help but be captivated by the way his fingers moved with such grace and precision.

But it was his refined accent that truly enraptured me, drawing me in deeper and deeper until I could hardly focus on anything else. The artwork itself faded into the background as all of my attention was consumed by him, every word that fell from his lips a spell binding me further.

My art is about capturing the raw essence of life, he asserted, a devious grin curling on his lips. I crave the challenge of delving into the depths of human emotion and nature's untamed beauty. As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering what secrets he could uncover with just a brush and paint. Would he reveal the hidden desires in my heart, or expose the scars that lay beneath my skin? The thought both thrilled and terrified me as I longed to see myself through his eyes on the canvas.

My fantasies consumed me, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. Joanne's interruption barely registered as she ushered in my next appointment, snapping me back to the present.