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Contemporary Erotic Romance

The Painted Lady, Winter Wishes Anthology

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published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

ebook isbn:  978-1593745264

paperback isbn:  978-1593745257

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Chapter One

Tiny brushes moved softly across her skin. It was almost too erotic for her to handle. However, Saff was not complaining, this was a job and one that was paying better than good. All that was required was to have her body used as a canvas.

The gentle and steady hand of a masterful artist had been doling out the torture using their weapon of choice, a series of brushes. Fine, sable-haired brushes that moved sinuously across her face and ears, gently over and around her breasts and nipples, stroked down her stomach and pussy mound, even along her bare, plump lips. The final strokes were usually tickling the special makeup along her legs, feet, and toes.

This was the thirty-first and final illusion that had been specifically commissioned by some unknown patron. Once the photos had all been taken, the patron, along with the photographer’s expertise, would choose the best images and then send it to a bookbinder who handcrafted beautiful books. It was for a private collection only. Saffron was the model/canvas and when offered the post, she worried for a moment about some strange person possessing nude pictures of her, then realized it would be difficult to know it was her hidden beneath the paint, so left that worry behind.

Joanne Gardner, the artist/body painter, was one of the top in the field. Bruce Wester, the photographer, also top in his field, was noted for the raw sexuality with a sensual ambience to his pictures. There was also a team of assistants for each and they had all been working on this project for almost a month straight, including weekends. The team was top notch as would be the final product.

No one ever heard Saff complain about her choice of profession. Model work was not that difficult, but was frequently trying on the nerves. However, that no longer mattered, this was her last job, she was no longer cut out for this career. As a tall gangly prematurely busty girl-child, the industry loved her and she found it easy money. But the woman she became disliked hearing the, “Saffron, you’re gaining weight, loose at least fifteen pounds if you want to work.” By no means was she a beauty, but what she did have going for her was great facial bones that showed well with makeup and a tall, long-legged frame with large breasts that showed clothes to great advantage. The new waifish body trend was just not for her so, she was taking this last job and heading for a less public life.