She surely pity's me for using my body and not my mind. How loving of her. But that's where her love ends, I'm sure of it.In her eyes I'm nothing but ... snake, a heathen snake. She's seen right through my thick coat, into my soul and seen the stripper inside.But what does she want me to do about it? Take off my coat? Reveal who I am with out shame? I have no shame. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then?. And again kissed on her lips and continued it for few minutes after that she started responding and opened her mouth , I then took her lip in my mouth and started sucking it hard and then her upper lip, on which she was responding in equally good manner. Then our tongues met and we started exploring each other’s mouth, teeth and were drinking each others saliva. Which was tasting amazing.Fter good 15-20 mins we parted and I holded her hands and started licking her fingers one by one and then. I didn’t paint this way just to have frequent free fucks; I was developing a whole new art form. And that girl in the first row of tables had a face that was perfect for my art.It was fortunate that she liked my poetry so well—that my poetry recitation in that smoky basement room in the Village aroused her to wanting to fuck me. I knew she wanted it because she put the moves on. I was content to go home to Jules and paint this young woman just from memory. She didn’t move me enough to ache for. After our little escapade the other night, she probably assumed I'd be cool and not do anything about it. Well, she was wrong.A few minutes after noon, I went into the den and retrieved the scrap of paper from inside my desk. I punched Nikki's pager number into the telephone, then hung up the handset. Five minutes later the phone rang."Hi, Sam," Nikki said. "I was wondering when you'd get around to calling me," I just spoke with Miss Baston," I said."Oh?" There was a long pause."She tells me.