Body painting is some of the sexiest art ever. I love it.“Dude, I’m stuck at work,” my brother sounded annoyed, “can you
pick up Cassie from the music festival?”
“I have a job too.”
“OK,” he laughed, “I’ll find you an extra dog to walk.” He laughed again. “I’ll pay for gas and ice
cream”
She was eating ice cream when I found her. She handed me a
bag with her clothes. “Wanna lick?”
I arrived at my brother’s house after dropping her off. His eyes locked on my face.
“Dude? Why’s your face all red?
“I ate my ice cream” (90)
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Why do you have to be like this?
Like what?
Such a show-off.
She smiled and gave her ice cream a seductive lick.
“See that guy in the blue shirt? He’s staring at my boobs.”
She turned around. “That
girl in the shorts? Loves my ass”
“Those ladies are wondering if I’m wearing panties, and the
street vendors keep smiling at me.”
She twirled around; her nipples hardened in the air,
crinkling under the paint.
“And the painter complimented me on my pussy. She was so cute.”
I knew what she was doing, she was diabolical.
She leaned in and whispered, “The brush felt fantastic.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Are you kidding?” She said, “I’m young, beautiful, technically
naked and on display! Why would I ever leave?”
We enjoyed the festival. Men and women stared at her
breasts, nipples, ass, and painted pussy.
She locked eyes with each admirer; she couldn’t get enough.
“I wanna fuck!” she groaned.
“Who?” I asked
“All of them.”
She took my hand. Her
fingers were red with smeared paint.
“Do you think they’d mind if we did it right here?”
No one objected. (190)
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I know that the "author's notes" can seem trivial, but I love this picture, and thinking about her, naked except for paint, happily parading around the festival, watching, and being watched, is a powerful fantasy for me. I sometimes write FFF without getting aroused, but this one was a fun one, and it will replay in my head later today when I have more privacy.
Writing short form erotica, like FFF, is fun, arousing, challenging, and the highlight of my writing week. I love it.
A big thanks to MAX for hosting:
Below is a list of some who write FFF all the time, and some, some of the time, but they are all worth a visit. Let's see what they've done with this little picture.
