Moch lectured us on splatter and drip art. Ugh. Well, the mess can be kind of fun. So our assignment was to do something drippy. Naturally I thought of a candle. Duh. My candle was meant to be somewhat sexualized. Could be cockish, though I took pains to give some weight to cunt, too. But the drip was essentially cum. I don’t think I went overboard. Wouldn’t want to offend the sensibilities of some of the gentile artists in the group. Probably I don’t mean gentile, I mean genteel. Or maybe I mean genital.

Okay, so maybe my technique wasn’t Pollock or De Kooningesque. Then I bit the bullet and did a “real” drip painting, which was even less Pollock and De Kooning. I think there’s a good bit of mystery to it. Clearly the woman’s just been fucked, no mystery there. And I think it’s a reasonable assumption that the guy’s cock is dripping ejaculate. But what will happen next? So is Alyssa angry that Harker has some left over? (Yeah, I made use of my friends Harker and Alyssa, though I did them from memory. I don’t think they’re too much my buddies right now.) If the dynamic goes the way I’d prefer, Alyssa will lean over and take Harker’s cock in her mouth and claim the rest of his cum. Or maybe she’ll bite him. I’m more interested, though, in the pool of cum coming out of Alyssa’s cunt. I tried in the painting to give the idea of the gush or at least the flow. Now if someone, say Harker, would take the time to caress her clit until she came again, we’d really get a nice splurch. But I don’t think Harker’s up to it. I would be. I might even use my tongue. Yeah, doing this painting turned me on. I’m dripping.