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Thanks for the recounting of the story. I was not bored and found it extremely erotic and arousing.
 
Nightwolf...

I don't know that I have really a good answer for you. In my case I got lucky early in my career. I lived around LA and my dad worked in a business that did work in the entertainment business. I couple of his associates saw some of my work while I was in grad school at Yale and liked my portraits in particular. They commissioned portraits from me and it kind of started things off. Those were seen and more people wanted me to work for them. I always meet my committed dates and try to give my customers more than they expect.

The important advantage I had was that I didn't need to support myself when I started. My parents were comfortable and I was living with them. My dad built a separate studio for me and I furnished it with a bed and some basic amenities to make it comfortable. I practically lived in my studio and my parents pretty much just supported me. You really couldn't ask for a better deal especially in the beginning when I just wanted the work and didn't really concern myself terribly much about the money. That was my dad's advice. He told me that if I did good enough work, then the money would come and he was absolutely right. Now I limit myself to 20 portraits a year, when commissions rise above that number, say between 25 or 30 in the backlog, I raise my prices. That usually gets me back down to my target.

That said, my prices are such now that the clients I deal with aren't terribly concerned about the cost and my method hasn't really worked over the last couple of years. Raising my prices seems to have absolutely no affect on my backlog and people now are waiting almost 2 years for one of my paintings.

I think that's a terribly long time to wait, but I just don't know how to control it any longer. I do make exceptions and push one through in the event of special circumstances and stuff, but that's why I limit myself to 20 paintings a year. I can do special projects and not impact my commitments. Right now, I'm actually painting more like 30 just to stay caught up, but still usually hold to my original commitment date before delivering the artwork. It's nice to visit with the finished paintings for a while before I have to turn them over to someone else to take care of.

I don't know if that answered your question or not, but it's the best I can do as far as advice goes.

I've attached an example of a couple of my portraits

Jenn
 
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Good Morning Jenn,
This is the first I have seen of your painting. I am certainly not an art critique, however from what little I know your work looks really good. Your painting confirms for me that you are a multi talented lady.
There! No brown nosing intended. lol.
Huggzzz Spicey
 
Very good portraits, Jenn!

Were all your models dark eyed by coincidence or is that your trademark?
 
Very beautiful. I miss painting so much. Law school has reduced me to sketching once in a while.

Again, wonderful work.
 
I don't know that I have really a good answer for you. In my case I got lucky early in my career. I lived around LA and my dad worked in a business that did work in the entertainment business. I couple of his associates saw some of my work while I was in grad school at Yale and liked my portraits in particular. They commissioned portraits from me and it kind of started things off. Those were seen and more people wanted me to work for them. I always meet my committed dates and try to give my customers more than they expect.

The important advantage I had was that I didn't need to support myself when I started. My parents were comfortable and I was living with them. My dad built a separate studio for me and I furnished it with a bed and some basic amenities to make it comfortable. I practically lived in my studio and my parents pretty much just supported me. You really couldn't ask for a better deal especially in the beginning when I just wanted the work and didn't really concern myself terribly much about the money. That was my dad's advice. He told me that if I did good enough work, then the money would come and he was absolutely right. Now I limit myself to 20 portraits a year, when commissions rise above that number, say between 25 or 30 in the backlog, I raise my prices. That usually gets me back down to my target.

That said, my prices are such now that the clients I deal with aren't terribly concerned about the cost and my method hasn't really worked over the last couple of years. Raising my prices seems to have absolutely no affect on my backlog and people now are waiting almost 2 years for one of my paintings.

I think that's a terribly long time to wait, but I just don't know how to control it any longer. I do make exceptions and push one through in the event of special circumstances and stuff, but that's why I limit myself to 20 paintings a year. I can do special projects and not impact my commitments. Right now, I'm actually painting more like 30 just to stay caught up, but still usually hold to my original commitment date before delivering the artwork. It's nice to visit with the finished paintings for a while before I have to turn them over to someone else to take care of.

I don't know if that answered your question or not, but it's the best I can do as far as advice goes.

I've attached an example of a couple of my portraits

Jenn


Such absolutely gorgeous work!
 
Talented In Many Ways

Jennifer
You are talented in many ways – Your art work – Your story telling– Your beauty – And your ability to use your sexiness to arouse others (in a very tasteful manor).
Thanks for sharing
 
Thankyou Misty and everyone else who commented

on my paintings... It's just what I do and I'm so used to it that I just sort of forget that it might be just a little bit special.

Back to my story now...

I couldn't believe that I was letting this boy fuck me. Truth be known though, it's what I wanted all day long... hell it's what I'd been needing and craving for the last 6 months. I needed to feel hot and desirable again. I needed to feel a man just go crazy with me, in me… use me his pleasure as only a man can… and OH MY GOD!!!

It was happening!

I looked back up at him… his eyes were closed and he was just rolling his hips along with me... his mouth was hanging open as he moaned in time to his thrusts. His hands were rubbing my ass as he moved in me. It felt so good to have him in my pussy like that.

I was rolling my ass in a slow circle timing it so that when I moved toward him, he'd be at his deepest inside me.

I was moaning my pleasure too... I was stunned in a distant sort of way that Pauly wasn't waking up. If this wouldn't do it, then the poor boy was down for the count. It was wild and sexy to be letting his buddy fuck me right in front of him.

I imagined that Pauly was my boyfriend and Gordo had slipped something in his drink to make him pass out. Now he was forcing me fuck him in right in front of Pauly’s sleeping form. I imagined how angry he'd be if he ever woke up and saw what Gordo was forcing me to do. God, did that get me hot.

My nipples were engorged with blood and rubbing against the rough blanket on the bed. It felt hot... really hot.

Then he came!!

I'm serious... he came just as I was getting going!

He didn't last more than a minute and half or maybe 2 minutes tops.

I pulled a pillow toward me and just lay my head in it. I didn't want him to feel my disappointment. I had been so looking forward to this.

I waited for him to finish and pull out, thinking I'd just leave.

The thing was... he surprised me… he didn't stop… he didn't pull out, he just kept moving to music and it felt so fucking good.

He started to fuck me harder. He was swinging my body by my pussy rolling his hips first this way and then back another way. His hands were guiding my ass. It was wild, he was just going crazy... he just never stopped... even for a second.

The wet sounds of our sex provided the music to our adventure. I was writhing around on the bed. When I looked back at him at one point, he was just staring at his dick disappearing again and again into my swollen, pink pussy.

I felt him push more deeply into me and then he stopped moving for a second, he lifted my leg and started to turn me over slowly while I was still impaled on him.

When were turned around in a more missionary position, he looked down on me.

"I gotta suck on those titties for awhile" he smiled as he ate up my breasts with his eyes first.

He leaned down and sucked what felt like my whole breast into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around my nipple. He sucked and kissed it as he moved in me, then he did the other one. He clamped onto my nipple with his teeth and gently bit down. I moaned and arched my back as he pulled it with his teeth...

"Harder" I whispered... "bite it harder".

He did, he got rough with it in his lust.

I had a thought at this point, I looked and saw my purse next to the bed.
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I had my camera in there and I wanted him to get some pictures of this. I didn't think he'd mind or maybe even notice the camera at first. He was pretty engaged just then violently fucking me as he chewed on my tender nipples.

I was getting close to an orgasm, it was building deep in my lower belly. I could feel the muscles down there already begin to spasm. He seemed to sense it as well and moved even harder and faster into me. He released my nipple and my breasts were bouncing with the spanking he was giving me.

Then it hit me... I opened my eyes wide and I grabbed his hard arms as my orgasm claimed me. In the background place in mind that was reality, I heard him moan and felt his hot seed splashing on my legs and pussy.

It was really pretty intense and had only lasted maybe 15 minutes in total. Gordon pulled out of me but was still hard. He sat back to rest and I rolled onto my side, watching him and wondering.

He was breathing hard and trying to catch his breath... He looked at me and I smiled.

"Am I your first older woman?" I asked

He smiled and said that I was and he sat there looking at me.

"Can I tell you something Jenn?" He asked

I smiled and nodded.

You're not just my first older woman... You're the first girl I've ever been with.
 
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Loved all three of your paintings.......the one in black......just amazing......

then there is the story......what a gift!!!!!
 
Wow! The story was great. Your paintings are great. I wish I had the desire to paint more. Obviously I was not cut out to be a painter. Your work reminds me of another special person I know. Both her stories and her work are great.

Thanks.
 
Should I repost that summer event with the beach boy... I took those down during my blue time. I've gotten so many comments about those. I'm beginning to think I should repost those. I wouldn't want to bore anyone though.

Again....Yes, just try'n bore me with those pix;)
 
I looked at him in stunned disbelief

I looked at him in stunned disbelief

"I'm your first girl!" I asked increduously.

He smiled nervously.

"I've always been really shy around girls, I never knew how to... you know do stuff," he explained. "It's always Pauly with the stories, I guess I'm kind of a wingman, but when I saw you there like that... well I just couldn't resist. It seemed like that's what you wanted me to do.

I smiled at him... "I did want you to do that. Oh my god, I never thought for a second that you'd never done it before."

"Well... I practice alot" he joked and I laughed.

"So it was ok?" he asked all serious now, "I mean I know I came really fast that first time and faster than I wanted the second time, but I just couldn't help myself, especially the first one. It was just so intense, more than I ever thought. It felt so good to be.... well you know doing stuff to you."

I didn't say anything for a moment, I didn't know what to say, this was a kind of first for me too. I don't think I'd ever been a guy's first girl before, at least that I knew of.

I finally just looked at him and told him that he did great. I looked down and he still had a hard on. I picked up my camera and took a picture of him kneeling there ready for more. He smiled and took the camera and took a picture of me lying there. I opened my legs and let him take a picture of my pussy.

"Can I take some more pictures?" he asked.

"You can do anything your little heart desires” I told him... “this is your first time, so let's make it a good one." I looked over at Pauly, he was still out cold.

“Anything?” he asked...

I smiled at him. I could only imagine what his twisted boy/man mind was conjuring up.

“Damn… I don’t even know what to ask!” he laughed. “I’ve never been in this position before.”

You know what you want I smiled, you just don’t know the right way to ask me. Try the same language you’d use if you were talking to Pauly about me. I’m not saying to be rude, but there are words that can be used… for example, this is my pussy I said pointing at that part of my body. That’s not a rude word, it’s just what it is… I much prefer the word pussy to word cunt… but that’s just me and sometimes I like it if a guy talks about how he wants to use my cunt.

He was looking at me with this kind of amazed look on his face. I just laughed.

What… you don’t think I know the words for my parts I smiled sweetly.

I put a hand under each breast and bounced them a little bit… “these are my titties or breasts… breasts is more polite, but tits or titties is sexier in my opinion.”

“These are my nipples and they are a little on the big side and right now, they are pretty hard because I think what we are doing is pretty goddamn hot. I love it when a guy sucks on them, it feels so sweet.”

I pointed at him… “that is your dick, if you want me to suck it, then just ask for a blowjob… I’ll let you put it in my mouth and I’ll suck on it and make love to it with my tongue until you come… it’s all pretty simple really.”


He looked like he didn’t know what to ask and was still trying to absorb my rather blunt lesson on talking to women about sex.

“Well”, he said shyly… kind of looking around… “well, I've always wondered what it felt like to titty fuck a girl." He whispered

I laughed... "well I don't have much in that department, but lie down and I'll see if we can't give you that fantasy."

I straddled over him and bent down, I squeezed his dick between my breasts and he began to slowly move between them.

I heard the camera click as he took a picture.
 
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your stories are great and well your pics OH MY that last one made me have to catch my breath
 
Your Tits are magnificent with his hard cock between them;)
......no, wait, your titties are magnificent .....& I want my cock inbetween them;):kiss::kiss::kiss:
 
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Thank you for the repost...the story stands on its own, but the pictures are a very nice bonus.
 
He was taking pictures as I let him slide...

his hard dick between my little titties.

I teased him by rubbing my nipples against the head of his dick.
 
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As always, it's great to see you Miss Jennifer!

And as always, I wish I could feel your body against mine :eek:
 
He stopped me...

and wrapped his hand around his dick, I looked up at him with a smile.

"Would you suck it?" he asked.

I teased him with a look and a wicked little smile.

"You want to put your dick in my mouth?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"... and you want me to... blow you?", I asked making it sound as dirty as possible.

I could see his adam's apple bouncing as he swallowed and his excitement mounted.

I moved up and bit the hand he was holding his dick with.

"You want me to suck on your dick until you can't take it anymore? Is that it…
You want me to suck your hard dick; then let you come in my mouth?" I asked breathlessly. "Is that what you want... to watch me suck on your dick while you take dirty pictures of me doing it."

He nodded.

I bit his hand again

He was going crazy...
 
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his hard dick between my little titties.

I teased him by rubbing my nipples against the head of his dick.

Damn those are more than just obelisks!!!!!!

Jenn I enjoyed the story even more this second time around....I even told several people on different threads to stop in for a hot read....:D

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Thankyou Georgie...

You're my best friend on this thread and I think you're very sweet. I haven't stood you up by the way. I just haven't been to Atlanta in a couple years.
 
"Do you think I'm sexy?" I asked

"Oh God!!!" He moaned.

I smiled at him... "I bet you're going to show Pauly these pictures aren't you... you naughty boy. You're going to show him how you fucked me and then made me blow you... tell me the truth now..."

I was moaning a little myself now.

"Yes", he admitted... "I am going to show him and tell him all about it."

"Good!" I smiled and I slowly licked along the shaft of his hard dick.
 
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You're my best friend on this thread and I think you're very sweet. I haven't stood you up by the way. I just haven't been to Atlanta in a couple years.



Soon you'll have to come this way to drop off another of your commissions...

I've enjoyed watching and reading since you started your test on a previous thread and then finding out all your different passions......the one I wish I had done at your age was spend time sailing.........
 
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