The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... of them. Jeremy had picked up a sparkling water from the common drinks fridge and set it in front of Kyle. Kyle could not resist and grabbed his hand, kissing it. Jeremy winked and patted his cheek.

"Ok, don't be pissed, but I did something," Amanda started, though she was clearly excited and showed little concern anyone would actually be pissed. "You know how I have been taking lots of pictures and Kyle has been taking videos of you throwing, trimming, unloading the kiln, etc.?"

"Yeah, you said it was for me to review my form, and it has helped me a lot, except for the videos unloading the kiln or during the raku firings, those are just me lifting stuff and sweating like a pig," he replied.

"About that," she continued, "I took the liberty of creating an Instagram account for you, and a TikTok. I have been uploading content for six weeks now. Two of your videos have gone fuck shit viral."

"What is fuck shit viral?" Kyle asked.

"Well, 12 and 17 million views each," she replied, clapping her hands excitedly.

Jeremy's mouth fell open, he stared at Amanda unable to form words while Roger and Kyle cheered and slapped him on the back and squeezed his arms.

"Well," Amanda asked, for the first time a glint of worry coming across her face, "are you upset?"

Jeremy looked at her, tears again streaming down his face, "17 million people saw me throw? You're not fucking with me Amanda, are you? That would suck right now."

"Well no, I'm not fucking with you, but ...

... the 17 million views was not you throwing, that was the 12 million viral video. The big one is you doing Raku. I pulled a few stills and did a five shot series with a slow motion video set to, 'I'm on Fire,' by Springsteen. Wanna see?" she said excitedly.

She opened her phone and pulled up the images. They were taken from below, almost floor level at first. The first shot was of him wearing a tank top and blue jeans tucked into a pair of fire boots, his hands protected by large firemen's gloves. He was pulling out a glowing-hot bowl from an open kiln firing at nearly 1800 degrees Fahrenheit, the entire inside of the kiln glowing as if the viewer were staring into the sun itself, except the faint outlines of the pieces in the kiln could still be seen. The bowl was one of his first 'String Theory' pieces, as the series would be known.

The second shot was of him depositing the piece onto a nest of wood chips, saw dust and newspaper. The piece immediately setting it all ablaze. The third shot was of him lowering a large upside down trash can over the fire, flames wicking up the sides of the can, the piece barely visible inside the blazing tongues of fire, smoke and soot, his body tense and formidable, his tank top now clinging to every single indentation and curvature of his muscular and defined form, drops of sweat dripping from his head and chest, his face frozen in a pose that revealed nothing but determination and strength. The fourth item was the video, a thirty second ...