Clay art Stories

Cradled in my hands, it is safe for you to let go, To follow your true nature. I begin to toy with you, preparing for our evening together. Though gentle, my touch is firm, my intentions clear. My thumb presses into you, exploring your depths, Learning your form, controlling your response. Ephemeral resistance abandoned, you gradually succumb to my desires. At first tender, almost timid, my movements soon build to a cresc...