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"I forgot to tell you, he said it was called 'The Embrace part six."
THe Girl Friday strides in.
"Mitzie! I thought you were..."

"THe Cap just gave me a ride home Mister A, I couldn't leave you two with all this work."

The Embrace, eh...well yes I can see that...now is that a knee? an Elbow?....Five more of these!
 
I entered the gallery as night was falling, the street lights outside beginning to glare through the darkening shadows and the sidewalks thinning of people. It was like stepping into a quiet decadence, the curses of the cab drivers and the blaring of car horns faded as the thick tinted glass doors eased closed behind me. Shrugging my white cashmere wrap from my shoulders, I hung it on a nearby hook already neighbored by a man's dark dress coat and a plush faux silver fur. The invitation had shown up mysteriously on my desk at work, the deep silver calligraphy had beckoned from the soft cream parchment until I finally gave in and admitted I was dying to go.

Glancing around I was awestruck by the elegant luxury surrounding me. An antique red velvet reclining couch sat in one corner, a mahogany leather wingback gentleman's chair in the other. There were various exhibits already highlighted throughout the room, and I was drawn to one centralized on the far wall. I felt the smooth silk of my navy blue evening dress slither across my thighs as I walked towards it. The dress had been a gift to myself, sleeveless with material high around the neck, yet nearly completely backless with a soft gather of fabric falling just below my lower back. I felt positively sinful in it, and positively refined.

Reaching the painting I stopped. Concentrating a bit more I thought I recognized the smooth curve of a woman's hip and thigh .... a man's sinewed forearm, and what appeared to be a woman's elbow. Scanning the gold nameplate beneath the work, I smiled.

"The Embrace - part six"

Hearing voices from the back of the gallery I turned with a smile of greeting and waited expectantly.
 
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Good morning, Sunshine...

I leaned the painting up against the wall and flopped into the chair behind my desk. Looking at it for a moment or two, I got up and turned the picture 'right side up' sitting back down again.

"C'mere, Love. Look at it THIS way.

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/phann1.jpg

Ari sat on the edge of the desk sipping his coffee. I stood and moved next to him, savoring the aroma wafting from my first cup of vitamin C.

"Perhaps we could run it in a show with works by local artists? Might be interesting to see pieces by other 'Literati' here." Shrugging, I poured a second cup for both of us and pushed up the sleeves of my sweatshirt. "One more then I'm going to start clearing away this mess. We NEED a clean-up crew." I chuckled, but my thoughts returned once again to the message about the art forgeries.
 
"You know love, I think Kit10 may have been right on the mark."
Pours himself another cup and thinks of the elegant gal in the navy blue backless.
"But when you turn it like this maybe not...

Say, an art show for Literatti, that is a great idea Marvel! How will we promote it?"

Marvel wondered what it would take to call his attention to the possible art forgeries.
 
Stylishly late as usual. The crowd has thinned a bit, but the buffet and bar look well stocked. Nice gallery! And all my favorite subjects -- men, women, knees, thighs, breasts, glorious buttocks... sigh

So many wonderful pieces, so little time.

I think I'll just slip out and come back tomorrow.

TR
 
Wandering back into the darkened, empty Gallerie after more than a week's absence, I can see that the grand opening party was a modest success. Several vacant hangers on the walls attest to Ari and Maid's excellent taste in erotic art.

I wonder if they'd be interested in this piece -- or maybe taking on an assistant curator?


~Tes
 
After carefully unwrapping the painting, I've discovered another tucked beneath -- what is this?
 
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Holding up the first portrait...

I turn to Tes and Ari with a grin. "The Fisherman and the Syren! Gotta love Lord Leighton. And this one doesn't need turning upside down to figure out what it is."

Ariosto gave me a sidelong glance and pinched me. HARD.

"Hey! NOT nice! Just for that, I'm not giving the title of the second portrait. Do it yourself!

And while we're wondering about mystery artist and portraits... You have plenty of clues for the one back there a bit:
  • he's French, late nineteenth century and...
  • this artist was a mere 45 when Parrish was born...
  • "B"... uh oh...
  • the title of the portrait has something to do with its leitmotiv

A sudden movement by the office door distracts me and I excuse myself to see what is going on.
 
After the initial showing, I arrive back at the gallery. Something mysterious keeps drawing me here.

I glance at the latest additions - OH, so nice! Tes (if I may call you that!), you certainly did a wonderful job! Hmmm...guessing the artiests? I'm afraid I'm not very good at that. But I like what I see.

Now, Maid was just here a moment ago, where did she wander off to?? I've been waiting to congratulate her on this gallery, but she plays the quickest disappearing act of any gallery owner I've ever met. (not that I've really ever met any!)

"Maid! Oh Maid! You here?"

Picking up the conveniently located, pre-poured champagne, I take a sip while admiring the view and waiting.
 
The name of the painter and painting revealed.

I wandered into the gallery, all alone and late as usual. I enjoyed all the different artworks on display, but stopped before the painting by French painter ADOLPHE-WILLIAM BOUGUEREAU.

Hmmmm…I believe the title of this one is "Nymphs and Satyr" I murmured as I read the contest notice posted with the exquisite painting. My mind began to wander to the sensual scene it depicted and a fantasy began to take shape in my mind based on the image before me…

***
The satyr wandered through the forest on a path he took often, but this morning he heard faint joyous giggles in the distance. "Could the wood nymphs be frolicking on this fine sunny morn?", he wondered to himself. He’d occasionally been the benefactor of their play, watching quietly as he pleasured himself. His hoofed feet made it easy for him to stealthy sneak through the trees. The laughing grew louder, and as he neared the opening in the forest floor his eyes feasted on the nubile bodies of four frolicking wood nymphs.

His body instantly grew alert at the sight of the naked alabaster bodies dappled in the warmth of the morning sunshine. As the wood nymphs played and danced, a long lace scarf trailed between them, caressing their pert breasts and rounded womanly hips. Their hands strayed to stroke each others flesh too. He was sure they were completely unaware he was watching their sensual fun. He could see their rosy nipples pebbling at the errant touch of a hand or mouth. He could not stop the hardening of his manhood. As he stroked his hardening shaft his eyes feasted on the beautiful bodies before him, so near, yet so far away.

The wood nymphs danced closer, he stopped moving and held his breath, not wanting to make them aware of his presence for fear they would quit their morning fun before he could have his release. With a quick movement, the four women penetrated the shrubs into his hiding place. "We knew when you have watched us before," the nymphs sang. Then with more squeals of delight, they each caught a part of him…one grabbed his arm, another grabbed his other and pulled, another pushed from behind, and a fourth ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled his head. Each noticed his erection and gleefully laughed, and each wore playful twinkles in their eyes.

"We know how to cool the libido of a Satyr," whispered one in his ear as she brushed her naked breasts against his naked back and teased his ear with her damp tongue.

Try as he might, his hoofed feet slid through the dirt as the nymphs had their way with him…not the way he had been dreaming of mere moments ago…the cool water of the pond loomed ever nearer. Surely they wouldn’t dunk him? Would they?

***

I look about the room for a director of the gallery. A blush stains my cheeks as I realize I have been caught in a sensual day dream amongst strangers. Maybe no one noticed, I tell myself, remaining facing the wall until the blush can subside.
 
Looking around the gallery...

I notice that someone new has come in and is standing in deep contemplation before the 'Mystery Portrait'. "Bouguereau's 'Nymphs and Satyr'," she comments.

"Indeed it is. Do you recognize the second of Testarossa's offerings as well?" I extend my hand in greeting. "Hello, I'm Marvel, Co-Director of Galerie Erotique. I was just going to make some coffee. Would you join me?"

"Mya," she replies following me.

"My partner was out of town for the weekend. He'll be returning tonight," I add as I open the door.

I take one more glance around the empty gallery before entering behind her. Shrugging to myself, I can't help wondering what is going on. I was so sure that I had seen someone by the door earlier.

Looking up, I see Chele enjoying some champagne. "Making coffee if you need a change. Has anyone seen Mitzie or my assistant?"
 
Ari walks back in and looks at the two paintings Tes has left leaning against the wall.
The first is Leighton but the second...I don't know.

Marvel moves next to him and shakes her head.
Someone guessed the Bouguereau dear.

Ari raises an eyebrow.
Who?

Mya.

Well, wouldnt you know...
 
Testarossa’s second painting revealed

"Pleased to meet you Marvel. I’d love a coffee. It’s a nice place you opened here." I followed Marvel into the little kitchen.

Marvel’s casual question, "Do you recognize the second of Testarossa's offerings as well?" had my mind quickly scanning my memory of the images of paintings I’d seen before. Remembering the beautiful image of the maiden with the ivory skin and red curls, half draped in filmy white cloth, in my mind the picture of pure innocence. I thought hard, my brow furrowed, was it from the Renaissance period? No, that’s not quite it…more like Pre-Raphaelite. I had to wonder, could it be another of Lord Leighton’s work? Could it be that easy?

A man walks in the door, and a short discussion ensues between him and Marvel. I realize this must be her co-director arriving. This man, obviously well versed in art, does not know the painting either. I decide it’s time to speak up and to put my guess out to Marvel and the man. I smile at the man, "Hi, I’m Mya. And I think that painting is also Lord Leighton’s work, probably one that little is known about. No matter how much Lord Leighton may have regarded his work from a different school than the Pre-Raphaelites, he was friends with many of them and shared inspiration from mentors with many of the same influences as those of the Pre-Raphaelites. Is that right Marvel?"

OOC: (I admit, Testarossa’s second painting had me stumped. I had to dig to find it in Lord Leighton’s collection of work!)
 
Mya...please, Marvel isn't here yet and I have to admit that I asked Tes for the artist's name. and you are right it is indeed
Lord Leighton, though the title was not divulged. So a bit more digging to do.
Would you like some coffee dear. It's like old times having you here.

There will be a new show opening by the end of the week and I hope you can make it to the reception on Saturday.

How have you been?
Sit down if you've got a minute and I'll have some coffee with you.

Marvel can you join us?
 
Coffee is making...

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"Mya and Ari, the second Leighton, as far as I can discern, has no title. I have to admit that the facial features threw me. She really resembles an Alma-Tadema.

Putting my feet up, I think that sooner or later I should change out of the sweatshirt and jeans I wore to clean up after the last show. Ahh... Maybe after a few more cups of coffee.
 
Hi Ari! I've been good. I had a lovely summer...lots of camping and the weather here was perfect. We really had one of the best summers I can remember in a long time.

The snow finally flew a week and a half ago, and it's definately feeling like winter now...so I've a bit of time again to play at the computer.

Hmmm...so Tes knows the name of Lord Leighton's second piece? I did manage to locate it on one of the web sites, and while they had a lot of his work with much of it titled and dated, they had several pieces listed as unknown...and the beautiful maiden was amongst those.

I have a bit of paper work to do tonight, but if I get a chance I'll dig a little deeper and see if I can find anything else! I may yet have to concede (but not yet LOL). I searched a lot of Lord Leighton's work and didn't find the painting of the ivory skinned woman amongst it. Then finally after guessing it might be Pre-Raphaelite, and searching on the term Pre-Raphaelite, I finally found it. But with all the searching I did do, I have doubts as to whether or not I can find the title!

So how have you been? I've seen your night clubs and apartments...it seems you've done well for yourself.

Hey Marvel! Good to see you again. I didn't hear you come in for a moment. You deserve to relax after your first show! Well done both of you. It's good to hear that Leighton's second piece didn't just throw me off! (OCC: I had to take an extra day before replying to your message asking if I knew the piece to give me time to scramble for the artist and piece! LOL) It was a fun mystery to unravel though.

I will definately come to the show that opens on Saturday...I won't be able to make it until the early evening my time (MST which appears to be 3 hours earlier than Literotica's time...i.e. it's 7:35 p.m. here now and Literotica is posting the time as 10:35 p.m.). Is there a specific time for the opening? Or is it just generally opened on Saturday at some time?
 
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Mya... Any time on Saturday will do...the receptions run all day and your presence would be a delight.

(For those of you that don't know her, Mya was one of my first comrades at LIT. She posted Jane to my Tarzan...and though it was a brief interlude I remember it vividly.
One of the best writers ever at this place.)

Marvel is there another cup around here...?

We need to talk about this next show.
 
Thanks for the warm words Ari...my writing will never compare to yours. But I'll take the compliment none the less!

I'll pop by on Saturday for sure...probably sooner! *Grin* Have fun out there.
 
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Wait Mya!
Here's a new one to figure out. This time only a fragment.
Who did it and what's the name?

Anybody...

(Her writing will never compare to mine...yeah right.)
 
grins at Ariosto

Well Dear, from what I can see, I'd guess perhaps it was supposed to be a Gustave Courbet???

*Grinning cheekily at Ari* But there is no picture my friend, merely a red x with the caption Attachment: courbet25.jpg

Hence my guess!
 
Courbet is right my dear...gee how did you guess?

For some reason the past two days images have not been uploading...only links.
If this doesn't cahnge I fear the life of the Galerie will be short indeed.

Mya please dont lose touch. I'd love to post with you again. And you are more than welcome to visit us on the Roof Top.
 
ANNOUNCEMENT

Literotica has adopted a new policy regarding uploaded images.
They won't show them only link to them. The resaons have to do with bandwidth and loading times.
We can proceed as before but having to follow links to the images seems awkward. We can upload the images to another site and link to them there from the text of the posts. This adds a step to the presentation of a show.
Third possibility is to build an Erotic Galery at another site and link to the whole site from here.

Weighing options....
 
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