NB: I very rarely do this but please read Memory 78 before you read this one.
Memory 79
You wanted the picture done the old fashioned way. We brightened the lights and I posed for hours and hours. It was just sitting on a chair in your cold room, the harsh lighting that left nothing to imagination. We had reached a point were there was nothing about my body that you didn't know. It was startling to see it on paper. Your art showed more than I thought I had shown you and strangely that thought was comforting. I had someone who would know all of me. That painting, the exposure was yours to have and mine to give you. I didn't regret it.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
