A Collection

Paris

"I can do it in your hotel room, if you want." He said to me. "There it will be private and nobody will have to see you."

"You won't judge me, right?" I had to ask, I was extremely self conscious. "Not at all, you're beautiful!" He said with a smile. A real smile, one that you rarely see. I knew he wasn't going to take advantage of me. "What's your name again?" I asked, smiling at him. He smiled back and replied, "Jack Dawson."

Jack Dawson and I walked around the streets of Paris. He told me how he grew up and then soon how he became independent. He also told me how so many people had done him wrong, I truly felt bad for him.

We engaged in small talk for an hour or so before we decided we should head back, and on the way to where I resided he grabbed my hand, stroking my thumb with his. I felt safe with him. He was utterly gorgeous and he also seemed like a gentleman.

We got to my hotel room and he suggested I lie down on the bed for the picture. I took off my clothes, shyly, and he could tell how tense I was. He stepped close to me and held my hand in his. "I just want you to remember you have nothing to be nervous about. You are a goddess, my dear." He said. I looked down. He took my face in his warm, soft palm. "I promise you, you are absolutely amazing."

Jack Dawson closed the space between me and him before I got on the bed. He kissed me on the lips, lightly, but still there, and grabbed my waist. I kissed him back. His lips were soft and his mouth mingled with mine perfectly.

"You should probably start on the drawing, Jack." I said as I pulled away from him, breathless and nervous. He smiled and agreed. "I usually have girls stand up but I think you'd look amazing laying on your back and having me draw you from the side." I agreed with what he thought was best, I had no idea what I was getting into! He smiled at me and said, "relax, just breathe. We can talk while I'm drawing you, if that makes you more comfortable."

He drew me and we had a continuation of small talk, he was actually a very amazing person. I never knew he was so intelligent. Earlier he mentioned how he was on the outside, but on the inside he was even more astonishing. He told me how he thought of the world and he changed my perspective on life.

When he was finished, I paid him and he stepped close to me, looking nervous. He bit his lip and looked into my eyes. "You really are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." He looked down my body. "You're beautiful yourself." I said to him. I reached out and started unbuttoning buttons on his shirt.

I don't know what had gotten into me, but I wanted to do things with him. God damn, he was beautiful.

He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and soft pink lips. His skin was pale and smooth and his fingertips felt like the satin on the dress I had previously worn that day.

He licked his lips. "You should know," he said, barely audible. "I'm a virgin." I stopped and kissed him. "It's okay" I said when I pulled back from him. "It's am too." He smiled at me and hugged me very close and tight. "Do you want to?" He asked me. "Yes, I want to." I said, pleading. He was beautiful and I trusted him.

He took off his shirt and I eyed at his torso. Long and slender with a little bit of muscle. He had a faint trail of hair on his belly. I laid my hand, softly, on his chest.

Then he removed his boots and trousers. He took off everything and his body was just as beautiful as his personality. I looked down and it was very clear he wanted this too.

"Are you nervous?" He asked me, taking my hand in his. I was shivering from nerves. "Yes." I said, shyly. "Are you?" I asked. "More than you, probably." He smiled and held me close. His hands were soft on my skin, making me shiver more.