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Hi! I’m Anand, back with a new story. I’m back with a fictional story this time.

This story is about a guy named Kailash. Kailash an average guy was working at a business consulting firm that sucked the life out of him. However, to keep the life a bit colorful he had made friends with the canvas. He was an artist, a painter. And strangely so he had mastered the art of nude painting.

Kailash was an introvert and interacted very less with people. A humble man with a weird but a beautiful hobby. For him, the nude painting was not erotica but an art. He pleasured it not with his penis but with his soul. His tools were his brush and his canvas.

But little did he know that his life was about to change!

So, Kailash was a bit fair and was about 5ft 5 inches tall. Had a normal physique. He was 25 years old. Currently, he was living in Pune but was about to shift to Bangalore for a job. He had a cousin who had recently got married and was living in Bangalore.

Kailash had no contacts in Bangalore. Reluctantly he managed to contact his cousin and told him that he was moving to Bangalore. His cousin’s name was Aditya. He had gotten married recently to a girl named Ananya. Now Ananya was a cute girl with the right amount of flesh on her body.

Her complexion was wheatish. She had a height of 5ft 4 inches. She had a bosom of about 34 and her posterior was about 36. Ananya was extremely intelligent and had done her MBA from IIM. She was currently working at a  tech company as a senior executive.

Coming back, Kailash arrived at Bangalore airport and was greeted by his cousin, Aditya. Aditya was happy to have him in Bangalore. From the airport, they first made a stop to the apartment that Kailash had rented for his stay. The apartment was located somewhere in Indiranagar.

That is also where Aditya lived. His cousin’s house was around 10 minutes walking distance from Kailash’s place. His cousin helped Kailash settle down. After getting fresh they decided to go for lunch. Lunch was being served at Aditya’s place.

They came to the apartment and took a lift to the fifth floor. Aditya used his latch key and opened the door. As soon as they opened the door they saw Ananya was there in the living room arranging the dining table. She was arranging the plates when she heard the latch open.

With her face down she just looked up to the door. She had a few strands of her hair on her face. She was wearing a Saree. A nice orange kind of a saree tied below her waist.

Her navel and her beautiful curves could be seen from the side. She had a tight blouse on her bosom from which the valley in between her mounds was visible. It was a sight to behold.

Aditya introduced Kailash to his wife, Ananya. This was the first time they were meeting. All 3 of them had lunch. Aditya mentioned that Kailash is an artist and draws amazing portraits. Aditya requested him to draw his wife. Ananya was a bit reluctant to be a Muse.

After a lot of persuasion from Aditya, she agreed. But Aditya had to leave after lunch for a meeting. He asked Kailash to continue with the painting. It would have been wrong on his part to go for a nude painting at the first meet itself. So he decided to go with a normal portrait of Ananya.

Kailash got his tools ready. He set his angle. He set the chair where his Muse would sit. Adjusted the lighting and everything. Now he was waiting for Ananya to come. She was changing to something better. Kailash was waiting, sitting on the chair with a brush in his hand.

The door opened and there she walked in.  Kailash was dumbstruck to see this woman walking to the chair in a blue saree. With a sleeveless black blouse. Backless. Her hair was tied in a bun. She was looking like a beautiful masterpiece.

He just wished to draw her nude but decided to control himself. He proceeded with the painting. Kailash, being a professional and true to his art, kept his emotions aside and went on to paint her. He forgot about her beauty and got on with his work.

Ananya sat down in front of him. Even she was feeling a bit shy because she had never been painted before. This was her first time. Kailash was near her holding a pencil in between his lips. He started studying his muse. Ananya was becoming a bit nervous with his gaze. Kailash went around her in circles.

He went foot closer and first untied her bun. He let her hair loose. Then he went to her pallu and started folding it in a fashion that he wanted. He started adjusting her pallu. While doing that he was touching her on her naked shoulder.

He removed the safety pin on her pallu and let the pallu just fall from her shoulder. Then he got on to adjusting her hair. He took her hair and tug them behind her ear.  All this while, Ananya was becoming a bit uncomfortable being touched all over. But also she was getting a bit aroused.

She had never been touched by any man other than her husband. It was altogether a different feeling for her. Ananya was struggling with her emotions. She was getting aroused. But at the same time, she knew that it was her brother-in-law. The struggle continued.

Kailash asked her to stand. He asked her to take her hands up. The moment she did that Kailash held her saree near her waist and adjusted it. He took it and tucked it in her navel. His fingers touched her belly button. This was making Ananya crazy.

But Kailash was only doing this from a professional point of view. He just wanted to paint a great portrait of her. He asked her to sit down. He then took her feet in his hands and removed her Sandals one by one.  Kailash went back to his canvas and started to draw.

He was constantly gazing at her body and was making sure that he captures this beauty on his canvas. Meanwhile, Ananya sat there. Full with fire and lust with his touch. She was getting a bit wet. During the painting, her pallu started slipping from her shoulders.

Kailash immediately got up. He took the sliding pallu and slowly brought it back to her shoulders. While doing this his fingers touched her naked arms. She had goosebumps. After about two hours of touching. Kailash finally finished his painting. Ananya walked over to the canvas to see her portrait and it was unreal.

Ananya just gave Kailash a hug. It was magical. Kailash just gave in her hug and held her tightly. Ananya also enjoyed this hug but soon came to senses and she let go of him.  She had tears in her eyes seeing this masterpiece. She never thought she looked so beautiful.

Kailash looked at the painting and then looked at her and said, “Beautiful!” Ananya looked at him and realized he was not looking at the painting but at her. She blushed and bowed her head down. Kailash was looking at her and suddenly out of nowhere said, “ I would like to paint you nude.”

Ananya looked up aghast with her eyes wide open. Angry, she said, “Are you mad? Do you even have the sense of what you’re saying? I’m your bhabhi.” Kailash was not in a mood to listen. He told her about his real skill of painting nudes. He showed her his sketchbook.

Ananya went through the book. She said, “This is not possible Kailash. I’m your bhabhi. What if Aditya comes to know about this. What will he feel?”

“No one will know,” Kailash said. He was pleading her begging her to do this. He had never seen a girl like her. So pretty so beautiful. He was just desperate to paint her nude.  Ananya said, “Let me think over it and went away.”

Tune in to know what happens next. Will Ananya agree to be painted nude? Part 2 will come soon.

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To avoid any major confusion, the italicized sections are what the main character in the story is writing (i.e. she’s writing about herself in third person). There will — hopefully — be a second part that follows. Feedback, comments and constructive criticisms are welcome. ‘What’s the project again?’ ‘I swear to god, Chris, you don’t listen to a word I say.’ ‘So what? Tell me again.’ ‘I have to write a story about myself.’ Silence. ‘It can be anything. It can be about my life, it can...

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Muse

It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind  the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand. You see,...

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Being a Muse

Hello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized...

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Hair Salon Muse

Copyright 1999 by Wanda Cunningham. Please do not archive except on Fitionmania or atEROS without my permission. ==================================== Hair Salon Muse by Wanda I'm not sure why I went into the hair salon that day but it became a turning point in my life. The sign said, Hair Cuts, Men $6 - Women $8 - Children $5. That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair. The magazines were an odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern...

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Sophies Muse

Sophie's Muse To be a boy was not so bad Some of the best fun I ever had! I preferred to be a girl though, please I did so like to flirt and tease! But best of all's where I now range The reigning god of gender change. With a lightning switch to punish a crime Is so erotic, so sublime - Though oft times the price that justice seeks Is to drag it out over several weeks. But best of all's when I look down On yonder village, yonder town At the lonely people living...

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My Muse

My muse is real. Let me describe her. She is "Tinkerbell." If not the original, she is the sister or first cousin of Walt Disney's cute little flitting fairy who spreads fairy dust in her wake. She's only about eight inches tall but is really cute. I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion. But I digress, as this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is...

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Amy Finds Her Muse

- Thursday, Jan. 31 John Anderson sat at his desk and wondered what he was going to do about Amy. Amy was his wife of six years, and lately she had been behaving very strangely toward him. It seemed that she had her mind on something, and he couldn't figure out what it could be. For over a month now, ever since Christmas, she seemed to be lost in thought almost every evening. Their conversations had deteriorated to simple sentences. They used to have long conversations over the supper table,...

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A Visit From My Muse

It was about 10:30 in the morning when my doorbell rang. Normally, I don't bother answering the door during the day. Anyone I know would call before just arriving at the house. A random arrival could only be someone trying to sell me something, or to convert me to their religion. I work from home, so I really hate disturbances of any kind during the day. However, feeling in the mood for a fight, I opened the front door. One of my neighbours was standing there, clutching a sheaf of paper in...

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Muse

“What’ya doing?” The question startled me, jerking me out of my trance. I can slip into ‘the zone’ when I’m sketching and one inherent risk is being crept up on. I snapped out of it sharply, trying to discern the source of the floating voice. It sounded awfully close. Behind me perhaps. “Piss off!” Jim retorted, irritated at the interruption. He was sitting on the other side of his kitchen table sketching me sketch him. I looked over my shoulder. There, behind me, just peering around the...

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Andrea Andy and Me

(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...

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Gorgeous Indian Chechi Nandhini fed me her excess

Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...

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Becoming Brandee Chapter 14

Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...

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Andee Plays a New Version of Around the World

Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...

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Andee Plays a New Version of Around the World

Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...

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Andee Poses For A College Art Class

There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...

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Andee Poses For A College Art Class

There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...

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Andee Learns Just What Stays in Vegas

Andee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...

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Fernanda Teenage Lust

I had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...

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