This is my dissertation to the new career i didn’t even really start. I have come to figure out that the adult entertainment business is NOT what i want to do with my life. I have seen so many videos now that i could not see myself downgrading to what they do. YES i love sex and money, just like the next person, but the people that i have dealt with so far have been bums and wanna bees. These dudes really say they look and act one way and when you see them in person these idiots look completely different. Like they look like they just rolled out of bed.I will talk about this one story where i have learned my lesson completely. Okay so he said he was a production man, and that he does club things. Now (sigh) I’m not the kind to judge but i do watch myself a lot. So i traveled to New York to see what he was about. I had hope fr this. i was told i was going to see celebrities and get my name out there. Celebities. Celebrities HA!! To me if you are a celebrity you are a house hold name like even the grandmother who’s hip (no pun intended) knows who the person is. I did not know any of these D List celbrities. Wait scratch that G List celebrites. Amber Rose was suppose to e there, but who is she again oh yeah Kanye West’s old toy. And who the hell is Red Cafe!!! I’m still trying to figure that out. I mean when i googled him all that popped up was this very nice lounge in Midown Manhattan that i’m going to try. It looked nice.

Moving on so we get there and we have done the regular pat down and what not. So we finally get in and i’m assuming that we are going to a V.I.P. section, but NOOOO we sit at what looked like reserved tables for people. I was stunned. This is when i knew that this would be full of fuckery. And can i add in that he is a kind of short fat man. Don’t get me wrong I’m not that petty, but I HATE FAT MEN!!! Especially short ones that means they have nasty stubby hands and YUCK it’s like can you see them trying to touch a women. EWWW you might as well have a little kid do it. Which is disgusting, but i’m glad you understand where I’m coming from.

So anyways we sit there and he didn’t even take a shower before we left. He wore the same clothes he wore all day and sweated in. YUUCK!!! I mean i’m looking sexy in my little black dress, and then you got dirty Harry sitting next to me. I mean there were cute guys there and they looked at me give me the eye and rhen see his ass and bee line pass me!!! I mean daaamn he could of at least looked normal. Meaning wear a nice shirt and stuff. I looked like i was with my father. YUUUCK!!! He looked so nasty and old he made me look cheap. Shaking my head. I requested that we go back t the hotel.

Oooh the hotel. It was nice very class looking, but can i mention that he tried to have me stay at the Gunhill Inn which when i google mapped it, it was exactly how I assumed. A roach motel, the reviews even said that it had bedbugs in it!!! *waits for your reation* So that was a no go. He tells me the double tree i end up at World Center Hotel. The rates must be cheap here due to the fact that it is basically ground zero.
Noneheless, it is a very nice place. Even though the heat in the room only goes up to 78 degrees. I’m animic that’s freezing for me. My poor thin blood can not do this temperature let alone this harsh cold slushy weather, but beggers can not be choosers. I mean the concierge is cuuute!!! I was looking for him. Lol!

Continuing this dissertation i have even dealt with low class pimps that have thought i am an idiotic moranic young lady that does not know her way around the world. Well i don’t to a point, but google was there to protect me from doing the stupidest thing in my life. Well google is to thank and that thing that’s just really kicking in now called female intuition. Yes fellas fear it because I’m so nice and kind that when it kicks in all hell breaks loose. *smiley face*. Well that saved me from whopping a pimps ass don’t get me wrong i am not afraid to eagle claw a person in a hot second. I have been taught well. And let’s just say he is out of sight out of mind. I am no fool.

Yes this adult entertainment business is not worth my time but i did meet a nice person that i think we could be friends for a while as long as he doesn’t piss me off. He has been the one person that has really been trying to help me start this career. Even though none prevailed with the options he gave me he still tried even when i flipped this idea of mine the bird and said forget it. No one can say he aint try. And he knows that. I wouldn’t even argue him. Once again i hope we remain some what aquaintences at least.

So as i end this i am so through with this, but not to fret readers i will not be using this name anymore i think. It won’t help me. I was thinking about using it as my author name, but then i thought no man will read my books due to the fact he will assume my books will sound like a ridculous Tyler Perry Movie. So i will find another name for that it has to be androgynous. As i end this i hope that a girl wanting to join this business stumbles upon this and uses it as a warning. Heed my warning young girls you can find another job. Trust me!!!

As a true debutante would say. I bid you adu. Fair well, God Bless, and stay in good health.


Late Night Workout

       It was a cold winter night. You know like the ones where you just want to cuddle with that special someone. Unfortunately for me I was single. My boyfriend and I broke up right when cuffing season began. Cuffing season. Ha I always laughed at the word and the definition for it. Why is it when the cold months come around people need someone, but the moment those baby chicks hatch and that sun touches their skin their ready to be team single again. This just proves that people no matter how much they say they don’t need anyone they still do, but not I says the mouse. I’m team solo or team dolo as some of my culture call it. Ebonics always did intrigue me.

      Anyway it was a cold cuddle buddy wanting night as i tossed and turned in my bed. T.V. was not the comfort it usually was it had let me down tonight. I looked at my cable box and the time read 2:37. I sighed knowing sleep was for the blessed that night. I guess i pissed the sandman off last night when i pulled an all nighter doing a project.


I laid on my bed looking at the ceiling with nothing to do. I could go on Facebook but was i really in the mood to see people crying on their statuses for attention. Then there was Twitter it always gave me a good laugh, but I wasn’t in the mood to look at a bright screen. I started touching myself and broke out my handy dandy love bullet, but it wasn’t the same. It’s been four months since I’ve been bent over and my dear friends dildo and vibrator just weren’t cutting it anymore. I guess they caught the hint when i started neglecting them, and got a gym membership.So i put on some sweats and headed to the gym hopefully this would put me to sleep.


When i got there i headed up the stairs to the bike. I turned the T.V. On and started pedaling. I wanted to go over my usual speed i guess at night with shit else to do you tend to get a little ambitious. It was quiet no one was there but me. I liked it. I was fine listening to music, and watching TV multitasking even more then i use to was a skill i picked up when i became single. As my bike ride was on cool down mode a rush of adrenaline came over me and my body started screaming for attention. I tried to control it but I was doing a horrible job at that. I let out a scream “God please let me get some soon I’ve been behaving myself I’ve been doing the right things. I even stopped smoking! Please just give me this one. I’m begging you!” I put my head down in shame that was sad asking God to get laid i was going to hell in a hand basket. “Wow that’s a very interesting prayer you just did.” I Jumped as I heard a deep baritone voice coming from behind me. “I’m sorry i hope i didn’t scare you.” He said walking up to me. He was about 6’4, a smooth mocha chocolate with dark brown eyes, and lips that you just wanted to kiss. I stood there frozen as i looked at him. “well are you going to say anything?” he said with a chuckle. “I’m sorry you just startled me that am all I thought no one was here.” I said looking around. “oh i was in the back lifting weights. I heard a lady scream so I came running.” He smiled and my body tingled. “well aren’t you a knight in shinning armour.” I said giggling. I stopped immediately when i realized what i just did i hadn’t giggled in a long time. “I try.” he said laughing. “Now what is a pretty lady like you doing here late at night?” he asked folding his arms. I wanted to say looking for you but i controlled myself. “just working out. What about you? What’s a sexy man like you doing here you should be cuddling with your wife or girlfriend.” I said giggling again. He smiled and sighed. “i don’t have one believe it or not. And thank you for that compliment i was just about to give you the same one.” He said licking his lips. I wanted to melt this man was too fine. “thank you” i said blushing.


I started looking at his muscles. He was so damn ripped. That wife beater he had on was taking away from my view I wanted to rip it off of him. I shook my head and noticed he was looking at me the same way. That explained the silence that had come between us. I shook my head again. “I’m sorry about that. Well it was nice to meet you um.” “Dr. Tomalis Wright.” “Oh Dr. excuse me.” I said laughing. He laughed with me and licked his lips again. “well Dr. Tomalis Wright it was lovely meeting you.” I walked away feeling his eyes on me. They were piercing my soul.


As I headed for the treadmill and got on i heard quickened foot steps behind me then I felt a body. He grabbed my waist from behind and kissed my ear. “excuse me beautiful but you can’t come into my life and not tell me your name. I find that awfully rude.” I could feel his dick pressed up against me. I couldn’t tell when it stopped. I looked in the window at our reflection. His dark brown skin surrounding my caramel body. We looked so damn good together. “i still didn’t get your name beautiful.” he said pulling me closer kissing my neck. I wanted to moan so badly it was rt in my throat but i held it in. “it’s Demitra.” I softly moaned. I couldn’t keep it in. “that was sexy Dee. Can i call you that?” He said kissing my neck again. “I don’t mind.” I said tilting my head back on his chest. It was so solid and firm. “you smell so good gorgeous.” He said as he felt all over my body. ” you feel so good. You nice and thick like i like my girls.” “thank you.” I said softly. It was so long since I’d been touched. He had me under a spell and i couldn’t break it.


He began touching me even more and began playing with my kitty cat as he grinded his dick on me. We were dancing to a song only we could hear. It was amazing. I turned around dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. There in front of me was the biggest dick I’d ever seen. “too small?” He said laughing. “Yeah right.” I said slowly putting the head in. i slowly began to take more each time i sucked. I could hear him moaning as he took my hair out of a pony tail and massaged my scalp. It felt amazing.

After ten minutes I got up and he began to kiss all over my breasts, and suck them gently as he held me with one arm and played with me with the other. I moaned with pleasure as he did everything so skilled. This felt like a dream Tomalis was amazing. He picked me up and went to a wall in the far corner and took my sweats off. He bent down and put my legs on his shoulders and began to make me moan with his mouth. I couldn’t control myself as I rubbed his Caesar haircut. I let out moans that filled the room, but no one could hear me. I looked out the window and saw snow falling so peacefully. This was my moment of nirvana and I loved it.

Tomalis picked me up and began thrusting into me hard and fast. I didn’t want him to stop as I dug my nails into his tight smooth skin. As I did this he went even harder and I wrapped my legs around him tighter. I didn’t want to let go of him. “Oh god.” I heard him groan as I tightened my walls around him. I scratched and bit him as he went even harder. It felt like he didn’t want to stop. I was ready to go insane by the time he slide us down the wall and kept going. He put my legs up and began to go nonstop as I tilted my head back and raised my hips to meet his thrusts.

“Let’s watch the snow.” He said picking me up and going in front of the window. “Are you crazy someone might see us?” I said covering myself up. He walked up to me and moved my hands from covering myself. He put his fingers in my hair and started massaging my scalp. Tomalis moved in closer to me and put his lips to me ear. “Just let your hair down beautiful. You’re gorgeous. You’re an immaculate goddess Demitra just be natural. Do not let anything stop you from this.” I was back in a trance and he could tell I was. He walked me to the window and turned me towards the window. I could see the snowflakes falling softly into the deserted street. Everything looked so calm and still. It was like we were in a stand still. He kissed my neck softly and passionately and then I felt him push up inside me. I tried to grab for something but only could put my hands on the window. Looking at the snow and feeling him triggered something in me that wanted to be unleashed.

I stopped him and led him to the weight lifting room. I pushed him down on the bench and began to bounce all over him. He grabbed my waist and started returning my movements. I grabbed his shoulders and planted my feet into the floor. I bounced so hard that I could feel my thighs getting sore, but I couldn’t care less about the pain. He put his hands under my ass and began to pile drive me with all his might. I tilted my head back and let out the loudest moan I had ever done. This was the best sex I had ever had. I didn’t want this to end. As he continued to make me moan like a porn star I could hear him do a deep growl that came from his throat. He let out a huge roar and said “I’m cumming.” His voice turned me on even more as he was ready to explode. I jumped down and swallowed him completely. He put his head back and massaged my hair as I took every drop. “Damn girl!” He said as I got up wiping my mouth. “You know you really didn’t have to do that.” He said wiping his face with a towel. “I know, but I was just curious that’s all.” I said drinking my bottle of water.

I walked around the room picking up my clothes like I was in a scavenger hunt. When I collected all of them I turned around and saw that he was standing there with a cup of ice. “You still look hot let me cool you off.” He laid me back down and ran ice all over my body. I felt the sensation of the coolness trickle down my body and out escape a soft moan. He kissed my body as he put an ice cube in me. “Damn this shit melting fast.” He said laughing as he kissed my chest. “Maybe because you’re holding it.” I said giggling. “Nope I think it’s you beautiful.” He said kissing me softly. He dressed me then sat me on his lap.

I looked deep into his eyes trying to figure out what to say or do. He smiled that sexy smile and kissed me passionately. “There’s nothing to say Demitra. I enjoyed you just like you enjoyed me. I would like to see you again, but only under your conditions. Just let me know whenever you want to see me. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind if it’s only here same bat time same bat channel. Just as long as I see your beautiful face again.” I blushed and looked around. “It would be nice to see you every night.” I said smiling.

Four years later and I still remember that cold winter night. That night where I was so alone, so sexually frustrated, and so misunderstood. Now life is fine and Tomalis is still my everything. I love late night workouts.

The Artist

                           I bundled up my jacket as I headed out of the subway onto Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, or “The Village” as we all call it. It had been seven months since I’d left New Orleans to become a professional dancer. I wanted to be on Broadway ever since I was little. So, when I was able to go to Alvin Ailey Dance Theater I packed my things and was on the next train smoking out of Louisiana. I wanted something more in this ridiculous homeland we called America. I wanted to prove to my mother and everyone that I could be successful and that I could become whatever dream I wanted to do. I wanted to live the American dream for performers, and what better place to go for dance well New York of course. I remember people saying if you make it here you can make it anywhere. And I was going to live by that saying.

             On a cold November night the rain and wind blew so hard I fought with my umbrella as it tried to go with the wind. Eventually the wind was victorious and my umbrella did a tango with the wind down the street. I sighed as I realized my hair would be an afro by the time I hit Corlies Avenue to my apartment. The rain began to pour so hard that I had to duck into a small café with dim lights. People looked at the door as I came in and then headed back to their virtual reality worlds on their laptops. Technology was sucking us dry and we didn’t even know it. I sighed and headed to the register I might as well grab something to drink while I waited out this rain I thought to myself.

When I got to the counter the young blonde girl named Brenda smiled widely at me. “How may I help you?” She said perky. I didn’t know how she could be so happy in weather like this. It was baffling. “Vanilla chai tea please.” I said getting out three dollars. At that moment I felt someone’s eyes watching me. She gave me my tea and I headed to the island with the condiments on it. I still had that feeling that I was being watched. As I stirred my tea I looked over to my left and saw why I was feeling this way.

         Our eyes met. His dark green met with my brown. He looked down quickly at his notebook as if that moment never happened. I walked over to him and stood there. He looked up and smiled. “Yes, Ms.?” He said with a smile. He had an accent, but I couldn’t place it. It sounded European. “Yes, what’s the reason for the staring?” I asked sipping my tea. Ugh it was still too hot. “No reason Ms. I just found you interesting.” This accent why was it so intriguing to me? I wanted to hear it more. “Interesting? How so?” I asked now sitting down. “Well I it’s hard to explain.” He said. “Tell me.” I asked tilting my head confused. “Well it’s like this.” He said turning his notebook around. What I thought was a notebook actually was a sketchbook. He had drawn me as I waited by the counter for my tea. I could see the detail of how my eyes told a story even though my face told another. He saw the gateway to my soul and drew it. In my eyes you could see how homesick I was, but in my face you would have thought I was on top of the world.

                      “How did you do this so fast?” I asked astonished. I’m a quick sketcher. I would love to do one more, but all my things are back at my apartment.” I sighed and put my head down. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked worried. “No, it’s just that I would love another one I would even pay for it but I don’t want to waste your time.” I said drinking more tea. “No, I wouldn’t mind it’s just that it would take me more time to get that shape of your face and definitely the shape of your head better.” My eyes got wide, and I got up quickly. He had insulted me. “You know what you can keep your shitty drawing and you won’t have to worry about my head shape you damn starving artist! Get a real fucking job!” I said quickly heading to the door. I walked back out into the rain where cats and dogs poured down on me. My coat was soaked again and I was shivering. I quickened my pace and dodged the monster sized puddles.

                   As I waited for the light to change all of a sudden the rain stopped from beating on my head, but yet rain was still all around me. I looked up and there was an umbrella covering my whole body. I turned and saw the starving artist holding it with a smile only a model could have. I sighed and crossed my arms. “What do you want from me?” I asked wiping away my wet hair. He smiled a seductive smile and said, “You.” I felt my body freeze at the way he said it. His tone was so firm, but understanding. The words that one word was so reassuring and let me know that he was serious. It answered all my questions that ran through my head. That moment I looked at him in the light and could see him really. He was about six two, broad shoulders, short dark curly hair, skin that seemed like it had a Mediterranean tan.it had such an olive tone to it. His eyes so dark, and yet so green at the same time His mouth was pink and full. I was so confused. Why would this man want me? I was five seven, with a cocoa brown complexion, I might of had a huge ass, but it got in the way too much. To me I was pretty, but not posing for paintings pretty. He walked closer under the umbrella and grabbed my face with one hand. Our tongues began to do a salsa that I have never done before. For some reason I was not cold anymore and my body was on fire. He let me go and smiled again. “So, can I paint you?’ “Yes.” I said in almost a whisper.

          We headed back to his place which turned out to be two blocks down from mine. We headed up the stairwell to the third floor to his studio apartment. The apartment was empty. In the far left corner there was an easel with a canvas sitting there with a half-finished central park. Most of his paintings were half finished as I looked around. In the far right corner under the window there was a futon with a mirror next to it, and diagonally across from the bed there were sheets on the floor with splattered paint on them with tubes and tubes of paint around it. He wasn’t just a starving artist he was a perfectionist. “Sorry for the mess.” He said again as he pulled out a whole bunch of pillows from a huge box. He laid down a red silk sheet to cover the pillows and asked me to lay on it.

        As I got comfortable and took off my clothes he set up I could see how he watched me. His eyes were scanning my body remembering my anatomy and how I was shaped. When I took off my panties and lay down I posed in a seductive way. I always wanted to be painted that way. I wanted to be just like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus. Fully naked and yet I still would look classy. When he was ready he smiled widely. “I see you’re really into this. This makes me happy.” He said as he sat on the stool and began.

        As I lay on the couch with my breasts bare and just a white silk sheet wrapped around my wrist draping down my inner thigh I looked at him, and how steady his eyes were. I could see those green eyes searching my soul for an answer of how to make this portrait speak. “You have such great curves they are easy to paint.” He said. That accent that accent was killing me. I needed to know where it was from. “You speak so differently. Where are you from?” I asked. He smiled. “Italy. Florence, Italy to be exact.” He said proudly. “Where are you from you do not sound like any New Yorker I know. You sound like a friend of mine that lives in Alabama.” He said laughing as he continued to paint. “New Orleans.” I said smiling. “I’m a country girl.” I said laughing. “There’s nothing wrong with that you’re beautiful. Just hold still.” He said putting more paint on his palette. I laughed a little when the thought of me feeling like I was in Titanic came across my mind.

       An hour passed by and I wanted to see it. My body had become numb and I couldn’t hold this pose anymore. I saw him peak from around the easel. “We can take a break if you want. I do not want your body so tense.” He said putting down his brush. He walked over to where I was and sat down. “Here let me loosen you up.” He said as he massaged my legs. His hands were so smooth even though they had been playing in the paint. I could feel them slowly rub up and down my skin like a machine. I could tell he was use to doing this. “Turn over.” He said as he kissed me again. I listened and laid flat on my stomach. His hands started from my ankles and worked their way to my back. I could feel every muscle begin to relax as I laid there looking at the neon lights across the street.

              As he worked my lower back a moan escaped me that I had never heard before. “That sounded as beautiful as you. I want to hear it again.”  He began kneading my back and loosening more of my muscles. “What is your name?” he said. All this time with this man and we didn’t know each other’s name. I felt so stupid. “It’s Madeline. Madeline Moliere`”. “French. It’s very lovely.” “I’m Créole. And what’s yours?” I asked giggling. “Raphael Antonio de Luca.”  He said kissing the back of my neck. He went to a drawer and came back with massage oil that smelt of vanilla and coconut. The scent sent me to another place as I closed my eyes and began to moan with every touch he did. I couldn’t control myself as he turned me over and did my front. He began to kiss me so softly that it didn’t feel like kisses, but as if he was trying to taste me. He kissed me from my mouth down to my chest and then my stomach. He continued till he reached my place but did nothing but kiss it. I wanted him to taste me. He was teasing me. I hated to be teased. I couldn’t take the suspense anymore. “Okay that’s enough.” I said in a seductive bedroom voice.  

          I got up and knelt down in front of him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers. I was surprised to see how big he was. I took my tongue and circled the head. He shivered when I did this. I smiled a devilish smile and knew that I had him right where I wanted him. I did this for a few seconds until it grew a little more. I began to suck on the head and tease it like he teased me for a few seconds. I began to move my lips in and out until I was ready to take the whole thing. As I began to deep throat him I moved my tongue in a circular motion as I went farther down his shaft. He grabbed my now damp hair and moved my head up and down. I followed with this movement not needing him to guide me though. He moaned and cursed in Italian as I began to do slurping noises with my mouth. To make it wetter I used a little bit of my spit and continued to please him. After ten minutes I felt him about to explode and stopped. “You’re not leaving me like this.” I said getting up.

        He grabbed me by my waist and directed me to his bed. “No I want the floor.” I said as I led him down. He entered me and the feeling was amazing. I could see that he was not expecting me to be as tight as I was. As we danced the dance of lovers I started to grind my hips harder against him and he followed the same rhythm. I could feel him pushing up against my g spot as he grinded harder. The feeling was sensational. I knew once I started coming I would not stop the gift of being multi-orgasmic. I grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing he rolled onto his back quickly and I ended up on top. I began to bounce even more as he looked at me. I looked back at him. Our eyes met. Green and brown. Two earth colors that went together. He was looking deep into my eyes as if he was looking at my soul. I hated that about him and I hardly knew him. It felt like he was painting me again. That turned me on even more.

          I gripped the sheets next to us and I plowed him into the floor even harder. When I looked around we were now half way across the room near his paints and the splattered sheets that had paint on them. When I looked down I could see a light red coming from under him. He saw where I looked and smiled. “It is paint do not worry. White and pink are near us. It is making the color red. Red is the color of love, lust, and sex.” He said as he grabbed my hips and went deeper. I threw my head back and gave out a loud pleasurable moan. “Oh God Raphael!” I said as I bounced harder as he went in deeper. The light red was now a dark red as we switched positions.

          As I went on all fours I could see his back in the paint like a snow angel. He entered me and began to smack my ass. I loved when guys did that I was so excited that I didn’t have to direct him. I don’t care what any female says getting your ass smacked while being bent over was by far the most stimulating thing to have done during sex, well right after being tasted at least. I began to push back on him to see if he could handle it and he could. He grabbed my hips and began to thrust in me like he was trying to create a masterpiece. A painter at work how sexy was this.  I was now on my stomach laying on a piece of huge paper for painting. My face was sticking to it but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more. “Please give me more. Oh god please!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. He turned me over and grabbed two tubes of paint. “Let’s make another passionate color.” He said grabbing blue and red. He handed me the red and took the blue. He squirted me with the blue rubbing my breasts with it and letting it drip into my hair. I took the red and did the same. As I kissed him I squirted the red down on us so it covered our faces. He laid me back softly onto the floor and we began to make the color purple. I could feel the paint squish through our bodies and in between my toes. As we grinded I could feel the cool paint turn warm, and then hot, I could feel him grow bigger inside me he was ready to come. I poured the red paint down my face and told him. “Show me what color I would get if white and red were mixed together I said with a wink. He smiled as he caught my drift.

         He pumped in me hard and fast, and then pulled out. He held his dick to my face I closed my eyes tight and felt his warm cum explode onto my face. “I’m your canvas. Paint me. I’m begging you.” I said still having my eyes closed. He took his dick and began to move it slowly across my face as if he was concentrating on getting in every detail. I could feel it dripping down my face as it went from warm to cold. I hated when that happened why couldn’t it always just stay warm and inviting like a happy host makes their guests feel. As he slowed down and then stopped I opened my eyes. He smiled at me. “You still look beautiful. Go look.” He said. I got up and headed to his mirror. He had made a beautiful pink rose from my forehead to my chin. Damn he was a great artist I thought to myself.

          That night we made all the colors of the rainbow together. I didn’t know the world was full of so many colors. The next morning when I woke up I saw him back at the easel painting. I wrapped myself up in a sheet and saw what he had done. “It’s beautiful.” I said gasping at how he made me look in it. “This is the first painting since high school that I have finished and loved ever part of it.” He said turning towards me. I smiled and kissed him. I looked at his clock on his wall and saw that it was almost noon on a Tuesday. I had work and school. I knew I was going to be late for both. I threw my clothes on and grabbed my jacket. He escorted me down to the entrance of his building. He handed me the painting and grabbed me in his arms. We began to kiss passionately like lovers that would never see each other again. “You were too kind Raphael.” I said kissing him again. “And you were too wonderful Madeline.” He said as he took my face again as our tongues did their final dance. I headed out the door to nothing but sun. The rain was gone and a new day had begun. The sun was bright all colors now looked different. Even the taxis now had a different hue of yellow. I was refreshed and now hip with the art scene. I learned more about art then I had learned in all of my life.

        Months pasted by and I had forgotten about Raphael. I had forgotten about that night. I had forgotten about the looks I got on the street as I walked home that morning with all the paint on me. I had forgotten what a bitch it was to get that paint out of my hair. I had forgotten that I mounted that painting in my closet which was hidden by my clothes. I did that because I did not want that heart break that I had when I realized that what we did that night would never happen again. I shrugged it off now.

        As I made my way through rush hour in Times Square one summer evening I looked up at one of the advertisement    screens as I waited for the light to change to cross. I saw a painting as an advertisement.  It was of a cocoa brown girl naked with her head thrown back in pleasure. Rain drops were on her skin as if it was reflected through a window. Under the painting was the title it read: Chocolate Rain in Pleasure. Under the title was the artist’s name. Raphael Antonio de Luca. My eyes widened. I could not believe he had done this. The advertisement went on to show that there would be an exhibit in the village on Cari Avenue tonight at eight. I would be there.

    I dressed in my finest clothes I had and walked into the gallery. There were paintings of me everywhere. Some were from me lying on the floor with my face towards the floor. Some were of me with my back arched and my ass high in the air, but the main one everyone crowded around was the one of me with the rose on my face. It was named; A Rose on a Rose. I stood there looking at it not knowing what emotions I felt. Up against me I felt a body. It wrapped its arms around my waist. “I knew you would come.” He whispered in my ear. “I knew you would finish something.” I said sipping a glass of champagne. “You made me a rich man. All of these paintings have sold for a million each.” I turned around with wide eyes. “Me? My body sold for that much?’ I said shockingly. He nodded his head and sipped his champagne. “I told you, you were beautiful.” He said kissing me. “I just don’t believe it.” I said laughing and shaking my head. I had viaggio che l`artista (traveled the artist) and that night I would do it again.

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