The New Rennaisance (Cam & KTH)
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				Title: <strong>The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:48:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; Daniel Simpson was no artist, at least not in a way others could see.&nbsp; That his mind was creative, there was no doubt; he had made a small fortune in computer science and software design, but he hated his work.&nbsp; He considered himself a Renaissance man … in the sense of taking the arts to previously unknown expressions.&nbsp; But his efforts only ended in frustrations.&nbsp; All he lacked was natural talent.<br>Daniel had decided to live vicariously through another, and so it was with high hopes that he entered the annual Art Fest.&nbsp; The tents were filled with Rembrandt and Picasso wannabes.&nbsp; He strolled along inspecting the samples on display … but to an artist, it was obvious that they had technical expertise, but lacked any creative genius.&nbsp; None would suit his purposes.&nbsp; He had hoped to find that rare individual with talent and inspiration.&nbsp; Another frustration, it seemed …<br>He was about to abandon his hopes as he approached the final few ‘starving artists.’&nbsp; It was a shame, really.&nbsp; Daniel was a successful and generous man, acquiring his wealth by the young age of thirty eight.&nbsp; To see his six foot frame in its faded jeans, sneakers, and pull over shirt; to look into his young mustached face with its unkempt brown hair and ever present sunglasses that hid his striking green eyes, one would never guess that he lived in a secluded estate.&nbsp; Another ‘thumbing at his nose’ to accepted conventions.&nbsp; It was with fading expectations that he began to inspect the works of an unimpressive female hopeful …<br>Something was different in her works … she had a flair for the unconventional, trying to say something through her work, its message blurred by the inferior paints and supplies she obviously used.&nbsp; But Daniel saw some of what he sought … and he became excited.&nbsp; He looked more closely at her various paintings.&nbsp; Yes … she might be someone who could unshackle and unleash his ideas that cried out from his mind.&nbsp; He walked up to her, complimenting her work, wanting to explore who she was before he made her an offer.&nbsp; “Hello … I love your work!&nbsp; It speaks to me.”&nbsp; He extended his hand, “My name is Daniel Simpson …” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 03:47:14</strong>
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				The day had been unbearably hot, but Adrian pretended she wasn't noticing. The landlord wanted her rent and she hadn't even finished paying her debts, the water and electricity had been turned off so she smelt worse than a barn animal (though she had gone to the public restroom and put up quite a fight against the stink), and, for the little cherry on top of her shit sundae, Adrian had no buyers. There were kids who stopped and pointed with a giggle, as well as the amateur art critics and the people who didn't even spare a precious glance. <br><br>Maybe once in a blue moon there would be those guys who would lead her on, but even then it was just to determine whether it was garbage or crap, and if she would pay them to take it. Some chick even complained that Adrian had used her disposed couch cushion, and that she should be paying her. ADrian was nearly thrown out for busting her upper lip, but it had felt so good.<br><br>The woman was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt that had been ripped at the bottom sometime in its miserable, ketchup-and-dirt stained life, and some jeans that appeared to have been jammed in a blender, or otherwise haven't been taken off since God-knows-when. She had her hair up in a pony tail, for what it was worth, it looked like it had taken a few fatal blows to a brush. However, it had most unfortunately won, for the black mass dominated her head like an ominous, dusty cloud.<br><br>In a while, Adrian found herself chewing on a rubber band as she waited for doomsday to come and for some guy to come bash her head in with a bat because she couldn't pay her debts. Almost as if she had summoned the devil with her thoughts, Adrian saw a man with reasonably casual clothing, a mustache, and a pair of sunglasses that most obviously were used to mask his identity; she could tell almost immediately that he wasn't a serious buyer. <em>Oh, there he is.</em> Adrian thought sordidly. <em>The guy with the bat.</em> The thought became less sarcastic and more uneasy as the man closely analyzed her paintings, almost as if he was judging to see if they were even worth stealing.<br><br>And then he was walking up to her. The man looked pleased with himself, and some optimistic part of Adrian was getting a cardiac arrest from eating too much hope. She smiled worriedly, <em>knowing</em> that he was going to let her down or ask how much money she's gotten so far. He wanted money. He wanted something. The little panic demon in Adrian's brain began bashing in the optimist's skull while the pessimist sadistically ranted on and on.<br><br>His lips moved. <em>He's extending his hand.</em> "I-..." Adrian stammered as if she was in a stupor. "Adrian." She grabbed the hand and took a deep breath. <em>I need to stretch the mouth muscles to make them wide. Hide the teeth, now, hide the teeth so he doesn't see the ugly tooth smile. Nod. Make normal statements. The weather's nice. Do you like baseball? Baseball bats? I hope not.</em> "They speak to you?" she asked weakly, as if she hadn't heard him right. "Because Alexander Hamilton speaks to me." She chuckled nervously. <em>Ugh. That was smooth. Just talking about the money outright like that? Real smooth.</em> "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "That wasn't funny at all." <em>It's hard not to look so hungry, but I really need the money bad.</em> "I'm glad to hear you like them." <em>Even if I know you're not going to buy one.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 14:43:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;Daniel smiled, "Oh, no need to apologize ... I assumed you were here to earn."&nbsp; He eyed her closely.&nbsp; It was obvious she was down on her luck and in desperate need of money.&nbsp; No great insight there; her disheveled appearance screamed poverty.&nbsp; <em>"She may be the one ... talented, unconventional, and in desperation." </em>&nbsp; He continued to inspect her paintings, asking general questions ... and learning of her disappointing background.&nbsp; He picked one up ... an 18"x20" canvass of a naked woman ... surreal, Picasso-like in technique, and yet with a certain personal flair that expressed her own unique view.&nbsp; The nipples and sex were exaggerated ... a statement of the desires of men ... The overall affect was dull, lacking richness in color.&nbsp; But her talent was evident ... Daniel bit his lower lip as he considered it.&nbsp; He had decided to make her an offer ... purchasing this was the bait for the hook ...<br><br>&nbsp;"This is an interesting piece, Adrian ..."&nbsp; He turned and looked at her through his dark glasses.&nbsp; "May I call you Adrian?"&nbsp; Daniel did not wait for her response ... of course he would call her 'Adrian.'&nbsp; "Hmmmmmm ... yes.&nbsp; How much do you want for this one?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:15:51</strong>
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				For a moment, Adrian was speechless. She battled between giving him a really high number or giving him a really low number; this situation felt so delicate that she was afraid to haggle. "Fifty- no, twenty. Twenty's what I meant to say." She wet her lips and took a deep breath. He obviously wasn't being serious. "Five dollars. Whatever you can afford." There was no way he wanted that thing. In this lighting, it looked pale, absolutely lacked any sort of interesting contrast, and... "<em>Are you seriously going to buy this?</em>," she whispered, more to herself than to the man, in a way that was both uncertain and hopeful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 02:10:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;Daniel set the painting down and reached for his wallet, handling her a one hundred dollar bill.&nbsp; "You seem confused ... this should cover it."&nbsp; He replaced his wallet, looking again at the painting ... pleased with his purchase.&nbsp; He turned thoughtful as he looked back at her.&nbsp; "Adrian ... hmmmmmm ... I wonder if you ..."&nbsp; He was paving the way for his offer ... one he was sure she would not refuse.&nbsp; But he did not want to seem too anxious; he had looked for a long time, and she seemed perfect.&nbsp; Looks-wise, she would never do.&nbsp; But he would fix that.&nbsp; But she had the creative mind and talent ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 02:56:31</strong>
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				Adrian stared at the one hundred dollar bill like she had never seen one in her life. Her fingers shook, and she kept flipping it over and over again as if it was going to disappear if she didn't memorize its appearance. "If I?..." her voice seemed distant. For one of her paintings, that seemed like a million dollars. She ran her bony fingers through her snarly hair and looked at Daniel uncertainly. "Are you buying everything?" she laughed. "Is that where this is going?" Her smile faded, and she licked her chapped lips yet again. Her bottom lip was bleeding. "You don't need to do that just because you feel sorry for me," she mumbled. "This isn't a charity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 03:25:57</strong>
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				"It is not charity ... you've earned it through you work."&nbsp; He looked at her.&nbsp; And then smiled, "In fact, I would like to be your patron ... hire you to create artwork for me."&nbsp; He could see she was stunned ... no knowing if this was a joke or not.&nbsp; "If you have studied the Renaissance, then you know the concept."&nbsp; He reached again into his wallet and produced his business card.&nbsp; Handing it to her, "Take this ... think about it ... and give me a call.&nbsp; I have to leave now."&nbsp; He picked up his painting.&nbsp; "It was nice to meet you, Adrian ... I do hope to hear from you."&nbsp; He bowed and departed, leaving the Art Fest, pleased that he had found his artist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:03:11</strong>
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				Later on that day, Adrian sat at home beside the phone, flipping the business card over and over and over. She hadn't been aware of what he was referring, so she had to get some books on the subject. According to her studies, it seemed as if the patron hosted the artist in his house, providing for them as little or a s much as they wanted to. If that was part of the deal, that didn't sound at all bad. She really needed a way to pay off her debts. So eventually she took up the phone, dialed the number on the card, and heard the ring. <em>Yes,</em> she thought in my head. <em>When do we start?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:52:14</strong>
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				Daniel returned to his estate, hoping that Adrian would call.&nbsp; He had already arrange for whoever would be his artist ... a wing of his estate, fully furnished, with a studio.&nbsp; He hung the painting above his bed ... truth be known, Daniel was enamored by women.&nbsp; He loved them so.&nbsp; Adrian was not the best example of the fairer sex, but ... he planned to improve her body, if she accepted his offer and signed a contract.<br><br>The phone rang and a servant answered, "Daniel Simpson Estate ... how may I help you?"&nbsp; Daniel was relaxing in his jacuzzi ... unaware that she was calling him ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 06:32:24</strong>
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				Adrian was speechless for a moment. "Ummm..." she stammered. "I think I have the wrong number." However, the woman didn't hang up, gripping onto the phone with sweaty hands. Of course it was the right number. The estate was the same name as the one he gave her. <em>This must be a prank,</em> she thought glumly. "I was told to call this number to speak to Da-... Err... Mr. Simpson?" She paused. "Tell him my name is Adrian. He bought one of my pieces at the Art Fest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:38:00</strong>
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				"One moment please."&nbsp; The phone was taken to Daniel.&nbsp; "Sir ... there is a "Miss Adrian" for you."&nbsp; He took the phone.&nbsp; "Hey Adrian!&nbsp; I am so glad you called!&nbsp; So ... are you interested?"&nbsp; He waited for her answer, then continued.&nbsp; "Great!&nbsp; Okay ... listen.&nbsp; Can you come to my residence this afternoon?&nbsp; 2347 Meadow Lane.&nbsp; It is south of the city ... it will look like you are heading into the country.&nbsp; About five miles outside the city limit, look for a red brick road with a big gate.&nbsp; Pull in there ... the guard will let you through ... great!&nbsp; I am looking forward to seeing you!&nbsp; Bye."&nbsp; He smiled as he laid back into the steaming water.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 21:55:52</strong>
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				Adrian's jaw dropped when she saw the front of the house. It was... It was <em>huge!</em> Like none she had ever seen before. Tentatively she stuck her head out and the guard waved her by. At the front, Adrian pulled her bags out of the car and paid the taxi driver. The woman helped herself in the door. She didn't know what to say about the place. It was... Nice. Beautiful. Breathtaking. "Mr. Simpson?" she called unsurely. "Are you there?" Her voice echoed off the walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:26:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;A servant appeared, responding to the calling of Mr. Simpson.&nbsp; "Yes ... please come in."&nbsp; He lead her into a large reception room and told her she could be seated.&nbsp; He would inform Mr. Simpson that he had a guest.&nbsp; The room was furnished in a leather couch and matching chairs.&nbsp; It had a bar in the corner and a working fireplace.&nbsp; Soon, Daniel appeared, wearing his blue jeans and a pull over polo shirt.&nbsp; "Hello Adrian!&nbsp; Did you have any trouble finding the place?"&nbsp; He extended his hand towards her, obviously pleased to see her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 02:51:41</strong>
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				Adrian shook her head and his hand in the same moment. "I had no idea..." She said in a small voice. "You'll have to explain to me again... You mean I'll be living here?" She looked unsure of how to react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 03:20:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Please ... have a seat."&nbsp; He walked over and sat down next to her.&nbsp; "Let me explain what I am offering you.&nbsp; I will sponsor you ... your patron, if you will.&nbsp; I have some very creative ideas and concepts, but I lack the talent to make them come alive.&nbsp; I want to put you under contract to be the expression of my ideas."&nbsp; Can I get you anything to drink or eat?&nbsp; "ROGER!"&nbsp; he called.&nbsp; The servant appeared, "Yes Sir?"&nbsp; "Bring us some lunch."&nbsp; Roger left to complete the task.&nbsp; "Living here would be convenient ... I have a studio already established.&nbsp; But that is up to you."&nbsp; He turned towards her.&nbsp; "So ... are you interested?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 03:46:05</strong>
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				"I'll be paid?" Adrian asked. "Just to pay off my debts," she said quickly. "And pay for supplies." If a fish with a hook in its mouth is considered caught, then the woman was most definitely just jumping directly onto a board and gutting herself. "Absolutely," she said excitedly. "But what's the catch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:04:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; He sat back and looked at her, contemplating.&nbsp; This was it.&nbsp; "I would want you to live here ... a provision of the contract.&nbsp; I will feed you ... I suspect you could use a little more weight, no offense intended."&nbsp; He leaned forward and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "I need your creative talent to express the ideas in my head.&nbsp; I have my own version of what art is ..."&nbsp; He continued to look deeply into her eyes.&nbsp; "Here is the catch ... you have to do what I want you to do.&nbsp; No questions ... no argument.&nbsp; It is <em>my</em> artistic ideas you are expressing ... that is what I will pay you to do.&nbsp; It will be a binding contract ... one that you will not be able to break."&nbsp; He leaned back ... waiting for her reaction.
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				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:16:11</strong>
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				<em>That doesn't sound so bad.</em> "That's it?" Adrian asked. "You provide what I need in exchange for my services?" She laughed and rubbed her knees. "Why would I want to back out of it? It all sounds too good to be true!" She scrubbed her cheek softly. A warm bath, a hot meal, a place to sleep... <em>And this house isn't too shabby at all.</em> "I accept. I most certainly accept. I just don't understand how you could be offering it to <em>me</em>." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:37:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; Daniel was delighted.&nbsp; "Wonderful!"&nbsp; He reached over and gave her a hug.&nbsp; "I have been looking for the perfect artist ... and now, I have found her!"&nbsp; Roger brought in the food and drinks, placing the tray on the coffee table.&nbsp; "Thank you, Roger.&nbsp; Oh, and Roger: Adrian will be living with us.&nbsp; Please set up the bedroom by the studio."&nbsp; Roger looked at her, a slight smirk on his face.&nbsp; "Yes Sir ... very good."<br>&nbsp; "Please ... please ... eat."&nbsp; Daniel pulled out his cell phone and placed a call.&nbsp; "Yes ... yes, Sidney ... it's Daniel.&nbsp; Remember that art patron contract I asked you to draw up about a year ago ... yes, that is the one.&nbsp; Go over it and make sure all the provisions are clearly spelled out ... and then bring it to me.&nbsp; Yes ... yes, I found her."&nbsp; He laughs, "Well, I told you I would ... okay ... thanks Sidney."&nbsp; He hung up and took some of the food, looking at Adrian.&nbsp; Why would she want to back out of it?&nbsp; He smiled ... she really did not know what she was committing to ... but she would learn in time.&nbsp; But now was the time to celebrate!&nbsp; "When can you move in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 06:28:41</strong>
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				Adrian received the hug stiffly and awkwardly, but she patted his shoulder in order to reassure him that he wasn't doing anything wrong. "Anytime!" She said with a laugh. "Today, even, if I can get a ride home and grab my things." She shrugged nonchalantly. "My landlord wants me out soon, anyway!" And then she burst out laughing, laughing, laughing--laughing so hard that it brought tears to her eyes. She had never felt so incredibly lucky before. And she couldn't stop laughing, though she tried. She just felt so relieved. <em>This is insane,</em> she thought. <em>I hope nobody wakes me up. I want to keep dreaming.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 17:48:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Daniel was very pleased ... he noticed her stiff reaction to his hug, but he as not making a pass.&nbsp; Sex was not the reason he was putting her under contract.&nbsp; "Great!&nbsp; As soon as my lawyer gets her and you sign the contract, I will have one of my men take you to your apartment and retrieve you things.&nbsp; Give your landlord my card if he gives you a hard time."&nbsp; Now that they had reached an agreement, Daniel wanted to know more about her.&nbsp; The usual stuff ... for completeness.&nbsp; What he really wanted to know was how inhibited she was.&nbsp; The hug made him wonder ... would she balk at being naked before him?&nbsp; She would get used to it ... once she signed her name.&nbsp; He was already planning to reconstruct her body.&nbsp; He needed her natural talents ... the rest could be taken care of through modern techniques.&nbsp; Breast enhancement was a must ...
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				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 18:13:22</strong>
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				Adrian wasn't used to close, intimate contact of any kind, even if the contact was amiable and platonic. Most hugs she ever shared were bear hugs and choke holds.<br>"I guess it's all just waiting, then," Adrian said. That was fine. Adrian was an expert on waiting. She began nibbling on the meal before her, being the type to take her time eating. She was unaware of what lay before her, so, in her ignorance, she didn't worry about it. "So why didn't anybody else take up the offer?" she asked. "Did you ask anybody else?" She hoped he wouldn't find someone he preferred over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:02:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; He was glad to see her eat ... she needed to fill out a bit.&nbsp; Daniel liked the look of a healthy woman, perhaps slightly on the heavier side.&nbsp; This, too, could be traced to his affinity to the Renaissance period.&nbsp; He joined her in lunch.&nbsp; "No ... you are the first I have extended this offer.&nbsp; I have seen the work of hundreds of artists ... but they are all conventional.&nbsp; I see a wildness to your work ... a rebelliousness that spoke to me.&nbsp; I look forward to working with you."&nbsp; He poured them both a glass of sweet tea.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It was not long before the attorney arrived with the contract.&nbsp; He explained the provisions and details of the agreement, stressing the binding nature before she signed: she was committing to a year in Mr. Simpson's service.&nbsp; She would be given room and board, and all supplies for her art expressions.&nbsp; The value of each work would be determined by Mr. Simpson, and are his possession.&nbsp; There were a few other technical points.&nbsp; The contract was placed before Adrian.&nbsp; If she had no questions, then she should sign if she agrees ... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:22:28</strong>
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				Soon Adrian's irregular, boxy signature was at the bottom of the page, and she let out a relieved sigh. The more final this agreement became, the more happy Adrian felt. This contract meant an end to her money problems and a launch-off to her career of artistic expression. With a sip of sweet tea (a beverage she never really liked nor hated), the woman leaned back in her chair. <em>I'm the luckiest artist in the world,</em> she thought with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:27:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Daniel took the signed document and looked at her signature ... it was official ... she belonged to him for a year!&nbsp; He smiled as he gave the document to the lawyer, who bowed, offered his congratulations to Adrian, and left ...<br><br>&nbsp;"Okay, then, Adrian ... it is official!"&nbsp; He took and finished his tea.&nbsp; "Go and get all that you need and return ... I want to start tonight."&nbsp; He planned a simple painting at first ... a nude of himself ... to ease her into her new position.&nbsp; Canvass would be the starting point ... human flesh the next ...
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				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:48:52</strong>
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				Adrian nodded, feeling a sort of euphoria hit her. <em>It's final.</em><br><br>There wasn't much that Adrian had decided to keep from her house-- really, it was mostly hygiene products and some old sketchbooks. Everything else she just assumed would be picked clean by some person or another. And when she returned later that night, Adrian felt clean (despite the fact that she still hadn't bathed in quite some time.) Her life was starting with a whole new slate, and she welcomed the change gladly.
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:59:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;Daniel was not there when she returned to the estate.&nbsp; She was met by Roger, who lead her through the house to the east wing.&nbsp; He opened the door to a spacious, fully furnished room.&nbsp; "This is your room, Miss Adrian ... the bathroom is over there."&nbsp; He pointed to a private bath.&nbsp; "And over there is a wardrobe of clothes Mr. Simpson selected.&nbsp; I am sure you will find something to your taste.&nbsp; And your studio, as you can see, is over there."&nbsp; He pointed to a covey space fully equipped with canvases and paints, modeling stands ... everything imaginable for any creative idea.&nbsp; "He expects you for dinner in an hour.&nbsp; May I suggest you bath and dress appropriately."&nbsp; He bowed and departed the room ... closing the door and leaving Adrian alone to explore her new world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 01:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Roger left, Adrian couldn't help but circle around the room, taking in all the colors around her. She laid her stomach on the floor and spread her arms in a circle around her, closing her eyes and imagining a sea of melted glass swirling with thousands of colorful drops. Then she rolled over to the wardrobe and, laying on her back with her head pressed against the wardrobe's base, Adrian used her toes to pull open the doors and be dazzled with all the magnificent shapes, colors, textures. She felt a giggle bubble up from her chest, and with a roll she stood up straight. There was no one there, so Adrian stripped free of her ugly soiled garments, and cast them into the nearest trashcan. Soon Adrian found herself feeling the walls and admiring its smoothness and coolness. And then she twirled in the bathroom, and found with a gasp that the room was spacious and lively, with an intricate mosaic that variated between tiny mirror pieces and small squares of black, making the whole room bright and well-lit. The bath tub had a faucet with a silverish handle, with with flourish Adrian oh so slightly turned. There were tubes with sweet-smelling bubble bath mixtures and even more tubes labeled for hair, skin, scent, texture. Soon the water began filling the room with a film of dew, and with a luxurious sigh Adrain dipped herself into the hot water. At the bottom it was cool and slightly bumpy-- there were long tubes radiating from the center (where they all dipped into one hole that Adrian assumed must have been the drain,) and the holes that were raised around it poured streams of bubbles into the warm bath. If she could have, Adrian would have kissed every bubble as she scrubbed away her ugly past and laughed and laughed and laughed.<br><br>Once dried, Adrian walked freely into the room, admiring the clean feeling the air had against her nude skin. She wanted to try everything that was there, but seeing as she hadn't the time, Adrian simply picked the first thing in sight-- a red dress, riddled with various holes and stitches that created a unique, quirky, abstract effect. Her hair, now combed, matched it-- slightly uneven, slightly off-kilter. Flattering, she decided with a satisfied grin. Much more so than her clothing from before. <em>And I smell so nice.</em><br><br>But the hour was up, and Adrian headed out to find where dinner was waiting...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 02:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel had returned shortly after she arrived.&nbsp; "Is she here?" he asked of Roger, who assured him that she was, and that he had settled her in.&nbsp; "Good .... good."&nbsp; He bounded up the stairs to his room, pealed off his clothes, and stepped into the shower.&nbsp; He did not take long; soon, he was dried and getting dresses.&nbsp; Bikini underwear underneath loose fitting pants held together by a draw string.&nbsp; He then slipped on a sleeveless t-shirt and an open shirt.&nbsp; Casual ... their first dinner together.&nbsp; He bounded down the stairs and entered the dining room ... set for two with a candle in the middle.&nbsp; Already the fillet minion was near completion, already wrapped in bacon.&nbsp; Baked potatoes ... corn, and rolls.&nbsp; A bottle of red wine completed the meal.&nbsp; He was standing when Adrian walked in.&nbsp; A smile instantly formed on his face.&nbsp; She looked stunning, and Daniel told her so.&nbsp; "A perfect choice!&nbsp; Red seems to be your color."&nbsp; He walked over and pulled out her chair, "Please ..."&nbsp; He pushed it in as she sat, and he then took his seat.&nbsp; "I hope you like fillet minion ..."&nbsp; As he asked, Roger poured them both a glass of wine.&nbsp; "A toast!"&nbsp; Daniel said as he raised his glass.&nbsp; "To our creative union!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 03:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian nodded, though honestly she had never tried filet minyan. Nor had she had such expensive wine, or much wine in general-- Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer was the extent of her unfortunate drinking career. So with a slight giggle, the woman raised her glass. "A toast to you saving my ass," she said, and laughed once more. It was true, though. She took a sip of the wine. "I'm still having troubles believing this isn't some kind of cruel joke," she murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 06:22:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel smiled.&nbsp; She was overwhelmed, and that was good.&nbsp; "It's not a cruel joke ... but you'll earn <em>every</em> bit of it."&nbsp; He took a sip of his wine and watched her.&nbsp; He was pleased ... she looked much better than at first, and would look better once she underwent the cosmetic surgeries he intended for her.&nbsp; He took his knife and fork and cut into his main entree, tasting it.&nbsp; "Oh Adrian ... do try the filet ... it is exquisite!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; After a while, he casually started a conversation.&nbsp; "So, tell me ... how do you feel about different artistic expressions?&nbsp; Are you open to them, or are you strictly canvass and paint?"&nbsp; He wanted to feel her out a bit ... get her used to the ideas he had in mind.&nbsp; He took a bit of his baked potato and waited for her response. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman took a moment to swallow, since she was eating as if the food might walk off the plate. "I'm no stranger to hard work," Adrian said confidently. "And I think I can work in pretty much any medium you ask for; clay, paint, anything." She started carving up the filet and paused to savor the taste. <em>Now that's </em>real<em> food.</em> She dabbed her lips and chin. "What'd you have in mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 05:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel enjoyed seeing her enjoy her food.&nbsp; He knew this was all new to her, and he had no doubt she would embrace it.&nbsp; He was offering her a lot ... but his expectations would grow as he eased her into her new life as his personal artist.<br><br>&nbsp; "Nothing specific ... we'll just let it unfold."&nbsp; He was not ready to reveal some of his concepts ... not yet.&nbsp; "I do find the human body to be the ultimate subject.&nbsp; So diverse in what one can do."&nbsp; He took another bite and continued.&nbsp; "How do you feel about nudity?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 05:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian laughed. "I figured after seeing some of the images in my gallery that you'd be able to guess. Nudity is delicious-- it's the most raw form of a human." Of course, the thought never crossed Adrian's mind as to what all nudity and the subject of the human body entailed. Ignorant to what exactly she was agreeing to, Adrian began chewing her empty fork in thought. "Besides. You say it, I'll do it. It's as simple as that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 05:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel smiled.&nbsp; "Excellent!&nbsp; Do you feel like beginning after dinner?&nbsp; We can wait to begin tomorrow, if you are not up to it."&nbsp; He eyed her as he continued his meal ... he had a simple concept, really.&nbsp; One that could be completed, depending on her creativity ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 06:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll need to get changed," Adrian stated, "But sure! Why not?" She exhausted the contents of her plate and pushed away the rest. She was absolutely stuffed, but the woman had not finished a corner of the plate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 06:13:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel smiled again.&nbsp; "Wonderful!&nbsp; If you are done, then go and prepare your paints ... I will be up momentarily."&nbsp; He watched as she got up from the table and headed to her studio.&nbsp; Daniel took a few moments to finish his meal, and then, taking the bottle of wine with him, he headed towards his room to change before joining Adrian for their first artistic encounter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 06:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The artist decided to change to a more plain outfit-- a simple white canvas dress that was lovely, but not at all comparable to the other outfits in the selection.<br><br>Adrian was enamored by the selection. There was ink, various pallet knives (at least she thought that was what they were?...) and various areas of floor and table space. And loads upon loads of acrylic paints-- perhaps because they wouldn't cause skin problems or require toxic substances such as turpentine, unlike oil paints? <br><br>Newspaper print sheets were lined up in huge numbers, and beside them supplies such as charcoal, ink, and other such speedy mediums. Obviously the artist would be doing some sketching?... The artist set out the paints she was interested in using-- mostly bright, poppy colors-- and laid on her stomach to sketch a sort of unique Celtic design that had the realism of the human body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 07:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel entered Adrian's living/work area dressed in a simple robe made of satin.&nbsp; She was on the floor, sketching.&nbsp; "I hope the selection of supplies meet your approval ... if there is anything you need, let me know."&nbsp; He walked over and took one of the cushioned stools from against the wall and sat down.&nbsp; "Tonight, I want to give you the opportunity to express your own creativity.&nbsp; Use any medium you want ... any design."&nbsp; He looked at her with a smile.&nbsp; "I will pick the canvass you will work upon."<br><br>&nbsp; He stood up and disrobed, standing naked before her.&nbsp; His body was toned with muscle definition.&nbsp; It was also completely hairless.&nbsp; "My body is your canvass for tonight ..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 07:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrain's heart skipped a beat. <em>...Well, that was unexpected.</em> "Uh-... Eyah-..." she stammered. "You mean, um..." The artist gulped and blinked rapidly a few times. "All of it?" There was no way to explain it. Adrian was just stupefied. "I guess I'll..." she said in a strained voice, and pulled over the paints to use. "I mean... Um... Are you serious?..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 08:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel looked a bit disappointed.&nbsp; He knew it would be shocking at first, but he had hoped that her creative side might quickly take over and see the possibilities.&nbsp; He had no preconceived ideas ... he was merely looking for her expressions ... what did her artist's mind see in a human canvass?&nbsp; It was a test for her ... he had to ease her into the kinds of things he hired her for.<br><br>&nbsp; "All of it?&nbsp; Some of it?&nbsp; That is up to you."&nbsp; He looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "I am here to be your sculpture ... your canvass ... your outlet for expression."&nbsp; Daniel sat there and looked at her.&nbsp; He hoped that he had not made a poor selection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 10:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"O-okay," Adrain said as if she had just finished swallowing a relatively large object. She nodded and took a few deep breaths. <em>This is simply a canvas,</em> the woman reminded herself. She squeezed out some paint from the tube and sopped some up into the nylon bristles of her brush. Yellow. The artist started at his navel, creating circular brush strokes that branched out into the shape of the sun. Then she incorporated some red, creating and orange hue. The yellow eventually eased out to red in a structured, even pattern. Then the tube of blue-- Adrian stood and squirted some on the man's chest and used her fingernails to lightly trail down the paint. Her fingers went around his navel, and downward still. This was expression. Adrian would express how she felt. So she continued onward, stopping only at the very tip of the man's shaft. Then the artist smoothed in the blue paint from its starting point downward, creating a symmetrical design. The woman was shy to go back to the man's member, but the creative end of her wouldn't have any of it. She seized the bluish flesh and added some red to it. The strokes were lively and they crashed together so forcefully...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 15:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel leans back as she prepares her paints, very pleased that she has accepted her first assignment.&nbsp; The feel of the paint on his smooth skin send a slight shudder through his body as the brush passes over his body.&nbsp; He smiles ... a sunburst originating in the core of his body; he liked it.&nbsp; He watched her eyes ... she was seeing his body as a canvass, just as he hoped!&nbsp; And this was only the beginning.&nbsp; He was surprised when she discarded the brush and used her nails to spread the paint ... EXCELLENT!&nbsp; This was what he hoped for ... but he was not expecting her to attempt to paint his cock so quickly.&nbsp; He had thought she would avoid it due to basic human taboos ... but she attacked it with wonderfully bluish strokes.&nbsp; Daniel shuddered as her nails stimulated his shaft ... his breathing slightly heavier.&nbsp; He concentrated ... not wanting to allow this to become sexual.&nbsp; But it was difficult ... but was not sexuality artistic?&nbsp; It was.&nbsp; "Adrian ... please remove your clothes and continue.&nbsp; We are creating a primal event ... allow it to fire your creativity!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 22:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman stared at Daniel thoughtfully and stood. She tilted her head, looking almost as if she were in a trance. The wine was beginning to take effect, and her cheeks were slightly rosy from the drink. She felt so human and alive, and she couldn't help but trace the contours of the man's body. And soon the clothing was shed in a small flutter, and she looked up at the human canvas before her with new resolve. The thin skin on her body stretched over her stomach and ribs strenuously, and her nipples stood out pointedly. She took some red paint and created purple spirals that radiated from her nipples. Seeing as the paint on her hands was dwindling, Adrian took some more red from the tube and washed it over her stomach, parting only to paint down each leg down to the knee. The floor hit her fingers, as she was kneeling, so Adrian took up her red, paint-covered hands and started stroking the long blue skin of Daniel's body until the red on her own hands mixed well with it to make purple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 14:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel watched her as she was transformed from a shy girl to an artist!&nbsp; He could see that her creative eyes were seeing the possibilities, and he delighted as she shed her clothes and began to apply paint to herself.&nbsp; His cock was rock hard ... although he had not intended this to be sexual, it was becoming just that.&nbsp; But what more beautiful expression of living art than the intertwining and coupling of two bodies?&nbsp; He started to breath heavier as her hands again touched his body ... mixing her colors with his, making a new color.&nbsp; Just as the mixing of a man and a woman make a new creation.&nbsp; He shuddered as her fingers brushed his blue member ... wanting now to kiss her and let their colliding bodies form a new expression. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 23:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian stood and moved away from the canvas&nbsp; and marveled at the beautiful, brilliant colors. But then... It was not nearly close to finished she knew! Especially the face. the face next.<br>The artist took some yellow paint and dabbed it onto her lips. She made different shapes with her lips and stamped these designs down his legs. But the legs were not soft and interesting like she had assumed the face would, so Adrisan stood, slobbed some yellow over her mouth and cheeks, and dropped the tube. The red paint she splayed over her patron's lips,&nbsp; and soon had the paint massaged down his jaw in little playful swirls.<br>Finally, the artist leaned close and... And... She couldn't. It was so important to the piece, but Adrian simply could not bring herself to kiss the man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 06:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Creativity and sensuality had blended for Daniel ... her lips pressing against his legs ensured the firmness of his manhood.&nbsp; He watched her as she stood ... enjoyed the application of paint to his lips and face.&nbsp; She was near the completion and had done beautifully ... he was so pleased with her!&nbsp; The ease with which she embraced this new art form bode well for his more extreme ideas.&nbsp; He watched as she neared him ... opening her yellow lips slightly.&nbsp; But she hesitated ... why?&nbsp; He whispered, "You have done so well, Adrian ... and now finish it!&nbsp; Let us mix the colors of our lips and bodies ... creating a unique masterpiece!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 03:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't. The artwork wasn't complete, and she knew it wasn't. "Not yet," she said simply. Adrian tilted her head and, instead of kissing his lips, began kissing Daniel's neck. The same circled of yellow on his legs began appearing on his neck. Adrian lifted up his arm and began kissing the underside of it. Then the trail ran behind him,on the backside of his neck. The artist took red and blue tubes and squirted both sides, one per color. And the paint ran down, caressed the curve of Daniel's buttocks. Adrian helped the globs along, making them into squares and massaging his butt cheeks with it. Them she let them pool down his legs. She refreshed the yellow on her lips and kissed each of his shoulder blades, creating orange, creating green. The leftovers on her lips Adrian wiped onto her thigh, and yet again she replenished the yellow paint. "All right," the artist requested softly. She felt so bold, so powerful to the canvas before her She prowled around it like a cat with a meal. Yet, in the same way, she felt a slave to it, bound to serving it yet in the same way controlling and manipulating it. "This may be completed." She leaned toward him and, yellow lips with red, started the transformation of a bright and exciting orange.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 03:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel was very excited by his personal artist, both creatively and sexually.&nbsp; He stood there as she painted her canvass, not embarrassed at all by his raging hard on.&nbsp; Her lips upon his neck and shoulders ... her hands creating shapes on his back and buttocks ... thrilled him.&nbsp; He felt his breathing rate increase.&nbsp; This was exactly what he had hoped for ... and now, she was prepared to finish her masterpiece.&nbsp; He watched as she leaned towards him to create a rich orange by the mixing of their lips together.&nbsp; He wanted to take hold of her ... to begin the rich mix of their bodies together ... but she was the artist and he was the canvas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 05:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The orange was vivid, beautiful, and alive. It dripped down the chins of the two canvases. And then, her tongue as a paintbrush, Adrian painted up Daniel's cheek, then up the other, then, as a silly gesture, on his nose. The more creativity she was allowed, the more Adrian seemed to want to explore. "This is all so natural," she murmured, rubbing circles on the man's stomach, "The two forms moving as one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 07:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel closed his eyes as their lips met, opened mouth ... full.&nbsp; The paint mixing with each movement.&nbsp; She broke their kiss and he soon felt her tongue upon his cheeks ... and nose!&nbsp; This brought a brief smile, replaced with a gasp as he felt her hands upon his stomach ... mixing the colors.&nbsp; He slowly opened his eyes ... he wanted to join their canvasses in the traditional way ... but he waited to see if the artist was ready for this ultimate expression ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 07:30:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that all right?" Adrian asked, still in her stupor. "For me to..." She was drunk, and the tipsy feeling made it hard to stand. "Let's lay down," the artist said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 07:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel did not notice how she had been affected by the alcohol ... until now.&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; Adrian had done her work wonderfully, and all the while a bit on the tipsy side.&nbsp; "Yes ... we can lay down.&nbsp; You are the artist and I am your canvas!"&nbsp; With that, he slowly laid down, not knowing how she wanted him.&nbsp; He decided to lay on his back.&nbsp; "Is this good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 06:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian nodded, and with relief crawled onto him. She took him into yet another kiss, even if that got paint in her mouth. "Much better," she murmured, and laid her head on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 06:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; He watched as she crawled up on top of him, straddling him as she leaned down and kissed him.&nbsp; He returned her kiss ... but refused his natural desire to take hold of her hips.&nbsp; This was her creation ... and she had to initiate all contact according to her artistic design.&nbsp; Still, Daniel was very pleased!&nbsp; He was sure she would be too when she saw the video ... after the multi-angles were edited and put together in its final form.&nbsp; Then she would see her creative sensuality displayed before her ... inspiring her for the other creations he had in mind ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 10:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly but surely, Adrian connected them. She wasn't sure what she was doing-- she felt sort of dizzy. She let out a shudder and closed her eyes to the feeling. It hurt more than she would have expected-- she was a virgin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 06:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel watched as she seemed to sway ... the affects of the alcohol, no doubt.&nbsp; And he was not ready when she speared herself with his cock, letting out an audible gasp.&nbsp; She was so tight .... and there was a moment of temporary resistance before she completely sheathed his shaft.&nbsp; He looked at her ... the realization causing him to smile.&nbsp; She was a virgin ... and she was just deflowered!&nbsp; That would be the name of her creation ... or something similar.&nbsp; He wanted to hug her ... but he determined to make this a most pleasurable experience for her.&nbsp; The first one should always be memorable ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 06:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't want to move-- Adrian was paralyzed by the painful feeling. "I can't do it," she shuddered. She realized that there was tears in her eyes. "I need your help."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Yes, she was a virgin, no doubt ... and she had hurt herself on him.&nbsp; He reached up and took hold of her, pulling her close to him.&nbsp; "Be still ... rest for a moment.&nbsp; The pain will subside.&nbsp; It is natural the first time."&nbsp; He rubbed her back as he stayed perfectly still.&nbsp; After a while, he rolled her over so that she was on her back.&nbsp; He withdrew from her and began to slowly rub his fingers over her sex.&nbsp; "Wait a moment ... and we will make love.&nbsp; Slowly ... gently.&nbsp; I promise ... it will be enjoyable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian wanted to paint that- the feeling of her patron's kindness. Friction, life, mortality, unity. "It's beautiful," she gasped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel smiled ... he had chosen wisely.&nbsp; While he had transitioned to sexuality, she was still thinking artistically.&nbsp; He continued to gently rub her pussy ... focusing his fingers over her clit.&nbsp; "And how would you capture this most tender of moments?"&nbsp; Before she could answer, he leaned down and kissed her ... gently, their lips pressing and mixing colors.&nbsp; He whispered, "Tell me ..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 09:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Red," she replied, "Red, violet, and white." Yes, she could see it-- the abstract image of color, the dots of yellow over a red and purple background. There would be lines snaking around this way and that-- an image simple in color, yet complex in texture. She closed her eyes and saw it clearly-- the warm feeling, the rush, the tenderness... She was nearly speechless as she arched her head back in ecstasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 14:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel smiled as he reached over and pulled her paints closer.&nbsp; Taking the white, he squeezed some onto his fingers and painted between her leg, surrounding her folds and slit.&nbsp; It represented her virginity.&nbsp; He then took red and applied it to her covering mounds ... to represent the deflowering blood.&nbsp; And finally, he found the tube of violet, and applied it to the head of his penis.<br><br>&nbsp; All was ready, he leaned down and kissed her as he slowly placed his shaft in position ... and then penetrated her.&nbsp; Gently ... knowing she was already hurting.&nbsp; As he pushed through her folds, the violet mixed with the white.&nbsp; Daniel felt some resistance, but it did not take much to push through ... the red mixing with the blue she had applied to his groin.&nbsp; He stopped and let his member rest inside her body ... allowing her muscles to get use to the intrusion.&nbsp; He whispered, "We will go slow ... and thank you for giving yourself to me, Adrian.&nbsp; It is an honor to be your first."&nbsp; He kissed her tenderly as he waited for her to respond ... to let him know he could continue with their beautiful creation ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 19:20:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered, her hand reaching for something to grip. Her fingers found a tube of yellow paint, which in relief she gripped tightly. "I'm s-sorry," she groaned, trying to think through the mind-numbing pain. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to finish it. I... Didn't expect it to hurt so much." Her brow began to sweat as she cried, "A true artist... May paint with her blood!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 05:06:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Despite his most gentle approach, he had failed to dull her deflowering pain.&nbsp; He whispered, "It is done ... it is done."&nbsp; When she declared her sorrow in not finishing the creation, Daniel marveled.&nbsp; Even in her pain, she held the artist's mind!&nbsp; She had what he needed ... desired!&nbsp; All his creative dreams would be fulfilled in her!&nbsp; And her last statement ... that the true artist paints with his blood ... gave him an idea.&nbsp; One that he would introduce another day.&nbsp; <br><br>"And you are a true artist!"&nbsp; Her blood mixed with the paint on his shaft ... a strong sense of desire for his ultimate artists overcame him.&nbsp; He whispered, "You are my artist!" as he began to slowly slide out and back into her body ... every stroke displaying a new array of paint, blood, and her welcoming juices.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 05:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered, seeing color behind her eyelids. Adrian whimpered and bit her knuckle. The pain started to ebb away, the colors mixing to orange, to a vivid yellow, to a perfect white! She let out an encouraging moan of pleasure!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 05:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moan sounded as though it originated in pleasure ... and Daniel was encouraged.&nbsp; He settled into a rhythm ... sliding in and out at a steady pace ... her body rocking in response.&nbsp; His hand reached up and took hold of her nipples ... creating new colors as he massaged and pulled.&nbsp; He restrained his muscles ... not wanting to culminate before her.&nbsp; This was a most marvelous creation ... expressive colors mixed in sensual pleasures!&nbsp; Daniel began to moan as well as her body called forth his seed ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 07:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian started to see stars. "Light," she panted. "There's so many textures coming to life!" Soon she was crying out in ways known only to the primal man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 15:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; His own grunts and groans soon joined hers, creating a symphony of erotic sounds.&nbsp; This was something new ... a new creation born of expressive talents and primal needs.&nbsp; Daniel had made love to many women ... but nothing like this.&nbsp; Was it the paints?&nbsp; The colorful expressions that doubled as foreplay, unplanned but nonetheless real?&nbsp; He slipped his hands under her shoulders and held her close, his chest pressing against her breasts ... their abs rubbing and displaying combined colors ... the pressures became too much.&nbsp; Despite his best efforts, he exploded powerfully within her, a cry of absolute pleasure forced from his lips.&nbsp; His rhythm became frantic as he pounded her pussy ... riding out his orgasm.&nbsp; Daniel had not planned to make love to her .... to deflower her ... to create such a beautiful work of art ... but it was exquisite, and he would not change a thing.&nbsp; Patron and artist had united in a way that was eternal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>camtipli</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 01:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon Adria raked Daniel's shoulder and came herself. She had never had such an experience, such that spittle ran from her mouth down her cheeks, her eyes closed and strained in pleasure. She tried not to cry out, but let out a loud, pleasured sigh, or moan, or something to that effect. She had never felt color, but the feeling washed over her in an intense wave like she had never before experienced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Rennaisance (Cam &amp; KTH)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 22:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Daniel collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.&nbsp; This had been more than he had ever hoped for ... she was his artist, now deflowered ... a beautiful, artistic memory!&nbsp; His eyes closed as he relived their encounter ... seeing the colors applied, mixed, and remixed again as the canvass of their bodies mingled.&nbsp; He turned and looked at her, whispering, "You are the perfect choice!&nbsp; A true artist ... and we are only beginning!"&nbsp; He laid his head next to hers as he simply enjoyed the moment ...
			</dd>
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