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Erotic Blog: Shower Girlz stated with a straight face and straddled the chair again. He looked at me, startled. I gave him my best "wide eyed innocence" look, and then grinned as the first Norah Jones song started. He scowled menacingly at me and turned back to the artwork. I watched him work, tapping my foot quietly to the music, occasionally singing the odd lyric under my breath.
"I want to paint you one day," he said without looking over. "You'd make a beautiful nude."
I smiled and folded my hands on the back of the chair, leaning my cheek on them. Norah's gentle voice drifted through the room and I watched the muscles in Sean's forearm shift as he moved his wrist rhythmically, building layer after layer of colour, creating images on the paper right before my eyes. The hues of green took the shape of leaves, the reds magically transformed into crisp apples.
