I dreamt I was an artist.
I created pieces with crystals and they were very much on demand but by commission only.
M wanted a view pieces but his request left me so shocked.
“I can’t do that. These are public pieces!” I was so scandalized.
A slow grin curved M’s lips. His fingers stroked through my hair, before framing my face with his hands. “Every time I will look at that piece i will remember how you felt when I fucked you. When your cum dripped over my cock, and you begged for more” he breathed.
I couldn’t breathe. Could I risk my art career on his request?
I made a moulding then used amethyst, rose quartz and fire opal to create M’s art piece.
At his birthday party, I revealed other pieces and then he opened my gift.
The crowd gasped. Some were horrified, amused, others covered their mouths in shock.
All eyes were on me as M took his time admiring my creation.
There was no doubt what the piece was. A sculpture of my pussy.
There was no doubt to others what I was to him. His lover. His play thing. His heart.
M leaned over to kiss me. My skin was so hot from the awkward moment.
“I love it” he assured me.
I sighed in relief. “Good”
He burst out laughing. “What a wonderful gift.” He exclaimed. His guests tried to be enthusiastic but they were too stunned.
“We will do a real celebration later” he promised.