The Artist Works In Braille
RAFE
I move like lightning as her little striptease made my absence from physical affection pinch harder. Stalking toward the gorgeous woman, I stand a hairsbreadth from her body—enough to touch her, but also to give her time to change her mind. “It’s the best way to get a feel for the model. A hands-on approach always leads to a more satisfying texture in the artwork.” I raise my hand to cup her jaw, tracing the powerful line before sliding it down her neck.