Photo and Painting Portal No. 26
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: Emma's dear friend Alina expresses an interest in portaling. She has an eye on a dance club scene. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Lesbian Fiction Illustrated .
Portal 26
Nightlife, Archibald Mosley
My dear friend Alina, upon hearing of my portal adventures, expressed interest in giving it a try. “That would be so neat!” I exclaimed. “Visiting a painting or photo with you would be...” I didn’t know quite how to put it, but Alina said, “Let’s do it!”
“Okay. Where would you like to go?”
Alina mentioned a painting she’d seen called Nightlife. “It’s a jazz club from maybe the 1920s,” she said, “and it looks so fun, so lively! Lots of dancing and hot jazzy music. Gosh, I’m getting excited just thinking about it. So how exactly does it work, this portaling?”
I told her that I didn’t know exactly. “Basically you have to immerse yourself in the painting. Feel it as much as you can. And it sort of takes care of itself.”
Alina frowned. “Takes care of itself? That’s kind of vague.”
“I guess it’s more an art than a science,” I told her.
So we decided to give it a try. “You don’t actually have to be at the site of the actual painting or photo or whatever,” I said. “But the image has to be in front of you one way or another.”
“One way or another,” Alina repeated. She went to an art site on her computer and brought up an image of Archibald Mosley’s painting.
“That does look like fun,” I said.
Alina was concentrating. “Um, do I take off my clothes first?” she asked.
“Not necessary,” I replied. “The clothes just sort of disappear.”
“Do they come back? I’d hate to lose these shoes. They’re so comfy.”
“Better if you don’t concentrate on the shoes,” I suggested.
“Okay, but maybe to be safe I’ll take them off.”
“Fine,” said.
She handed me her shoes. “So do we go in together? Or...?”
“Maybe you should go first,” I said. “Just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
“I don’t know.” In the back of my mind I was curious whether I’d be able to see Alina in the scene while I was on the outside. “Once you’re in, I’ll join you.”
“Okay, here I go,” Alina said.
I don’t know why, but it didn’t quite work. Alina got almost halfway in and then got stuck.
“Keep going,” I said. “Go, girl, go. You’re almost there.”
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