But it is easy this time to see Juliana, match her form to sketches and Venus of Willendorf, and almost before I realise it painting is finished. “Stop this torture,” I moaned. “Then you can paint me tomorrow evening, if you want.”
“But where?” he asked. I kissed my way back up her body, reaching her mouth at last. We kissed as many times as possible on the way to the airport, and would have stopped for a quick fuck on the way had it been night. It would come in handy later, as I was to discover. The sensation of being penetrated with a penis does something to me that makes me throw my head back, shut my eyes and gasp, whether I want to or not. Many times I’ve even been challenged to not gasp. I have never managed it. If I can choose what to wear, I’ll choose the simplest thing. I won’t lie, by this time I hadn’t had sex with another person for nearly a month and the very presence of a man,
