An Artist from the Past - Sex Stories

An Artist from the Past

... have discrete liaisons on the side. He had always be a pan-sexual. There were a few museum shows, but except for Miami, none in the South. All were rated X. One or two were actually picketed and closed early. (Great publicity for an artist.) Children under 18 were not permitted without parental supervision. Jerry had become the archetypal painter of the high class free love movement. The works were beautiful, but deeply cynical, often described as the "Eurotrash community in Miami." Some people just love having their life styles shat upon. And most of his paintings ended up in master bedrooms, rather than gallery walls.

But, today as I read the story of the auction in Europe, I was prompted to remember the very good nights we had together for almost a year. Jerry was certainly one of the loves of my life. I've never had a bigger dick inside me; never had more talented fingers stroking my stuff and diddling my nipples; never had more powerful orgasms. He was simply the embodiment of sex—sex on a paintbrush, so to speak. And I certainly had the best sex with him that I've ever had—before or since.

I think maybe I'm going to try some clubbing in the next couple of days. I'm still young enough to attract some of the best. BD

This is a quick piece that I typed off in a few hours after reading the article referred to in the first paragraph. I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't taken a second wife, had children and let Jerry get away. I guess I'll never know. Sorry there's no HEA, but this is my life after all.