Lisa arrived at Nils’ studio just in time to see him begin a painting. “I think you’ll like this one,” he told her. “It’s of you, of course.”

“Of course.” Lisa grinned. “Will there be sex in it?”

“Of course,” said Nils. “I start with the background. A marble sort of wall, substantial and ethereal at the same time.”

“Just so it doesn’t collapse,” Lisa said.

“And the chair,” Nils said. “More of a stool, actually, with a padded leather seat.”

“I like leather,” Lisa said.

“But it’s got a metal frame.” Nils’ brush stroked the chair in place. “Kind of a phallic center post, wouldn’t you say?”

“Very steely,” Lisa agreed. “Am I going to be sitting on it?”

“You are!” Nils sketched Lisa upon the chair.

“I like how you’ve got my leg lifted up. So you can see my pussy.”

Nils smiled. “Seeing your pussy is one of my favorite parts of painting.” He used a little brush, and Lisa’s clit came erect.

“This is turning me on,” Lisa said.

Nils painted a crystal teacup in Lisa’s right hand. “Timing is really essential here,” Nils said.

“How so?” Lisa asked.

“The tea has to be warm enough so wisps of steam rise up, while at the same time fresh cum coasts from your just-fucked cunt.”

Lisa made a little moan of agreement.

“I think rooibos for the tea. Rooibos means red bush.” Nils painted the tea into the teacup. He painted wisps of steam rising up. He added some blush to Lisa’s cheeks and throat. “To show that you’re still aroused,” he told Lisa.

“I am!” she said. “Very aroused. Are you done? What about the cum?”

“Mustn’t forget that. The colors have to be just right. We want a bit of pearlescent glow to the flow, maybe to show how it pulses out with each new after-shock of orgasm.”

“Nils...”

“What, darling?”

Lisa took the brush from Nils’ hand and set it down. “Your painting’s great, but now let’s forget about the ethereal wall and the phallic chair and the steamy tea and fuck the cum—I just need your cock in me.”