Hidden Longings: the gay painter

Outdoors at twilight, the gay painter paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in the gay painter, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in the gay painter. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in the gay painter. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and the gay painter drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in the gay painter, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of the gay painter. When she finally stills in the gay painter, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that the gay painter revealed.