Tamara de Lempicka, Girl with a Pot

On her laptop screen, Emma showed Nils the painting by Tamara de Lempicka, Girl with a Pot. “When I first looked at it,” she told Nils, “I thought the girl had a pet rabbit in her lap. I thought the pot was a bunny.”

“It does look like that,” Nils agreed.

“For a pot it’s awfully soft looking,” Emma said. “I wonder what it feels like.”

“And what it has inside it,” Nils said.

“No, that never really occurred to me,” Emma said. “But anyway I was thinking of portalling into the picture. The thing is, there’s really no room.”

“You could always try,” Nils said.

“I could,” Emma said. “I should try, just to see.”

“Oh Gosh! Nils! I’m in. But I’m ... Can you hear me? Can you see me?”

“Yes,” said Nils. “It’s like you are the painting. But there’s a real—”

“Yes,” Emma exclaimed. “A real bunny. He’s awfully cute. And soft. And tickly. And I—Oh Gosh, Nils, I can feel his ... his prick. And he’s twitching. And tickling my ... and ... Oh Gosh, oh Gosh, he’s going to make me, Oh, he’s making me ... Oh! Oh! Oh!”

With her orgasm, Emma gradually faded from the painting.

“Back the way it was,” Nils remarked. “That was very interesting. Is that the first time you—?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Emma said.

For the next hour or so they fucked like rabbits.