FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Paint by Numbers: Private Portfolio

Sample A

Jayne had spent most of the day in her drawing class. She was certain she had missed one her afternoon classes from simply being too involved in her current project. She was simply too relaxed and calm to want to go back to the stress of college and her other classes. The rest of the students had left at the end of the class but the teacher had willingly let her stay as long as she wanted. He had left about half an hour ago for some meeting or other event she could not remember leaving her to her own thoughts.

She had probably taken on something more than she should have. This had mired her for the last hour. It was starting to get frustrating and she felt like she was not making much progress. She was further letting herself be frustrated in that she was agitated to begin with.

Finally, she set the project to the side and opened a large sheet of fresh paper. There was nothing she loved as much as a blank canvas. It was as if all the possibilities of the art world were before her as long as it remained untouched. It could be anything, the Mona Lisa, a finger painting from kindergarten, or something else entirely might blossom from a blank sheet of paper.

She started to sketch letting her mind go. It relaxed and she was not even aware of her movements as she drew. After perhaps half an hour, her eyes refocused and she realized she was not certain what she had been drawing. She blinked a few times and found herself looking at a very life sized version of a very healthy male cock.

She blushed. She did not know where such a thing had come from in her mind. Further, she thought it was rather well done and she did not really have any source material. Not knowing where her recollection came from only increased her blush.

She quickly pushed the page back and started a fresh one. This time she would try to do something more appropriate. She again relaxed and let herself draw almost unconsciously. Her mind drifted and she found herself oddly remembering the first day she had taken an interest in the arts. She smiled as she remembered the vase that now sat on a shelf predominantly at her parents.

She remembered suddenly the wave of passion that had hit her body that day and blushed briefly. Those moments were so rare, she longed for them. She stirred from her dreams though and came back to reality. She flushed again as she once more stared at a near perfect rendition of a very firm male organ.

She was about to turn the page and try a third time when she noticed a warm shiver run through her body and up her legs to her loins. She focused on it briefly and it retreated skittishly as if just outside of her field of vision. She very carefully calmed herself. She slowly relaxed and tried not to think about the flitting emotion. She breathed slowly eyes closed almost fully.

She felt it come back slowly forming more defiantly, growing between her legs. She had not been trying and perhaps that was the key. She knew the feeling immediately as the arousal coursed through her and she felt her nipples perk. She almost unconsciously shifted and slipped a paw down and undid her pants slipping fingers tentatively to her womanhood. They touched a hot mound of flesh that blossomed with a slick liquid at her cautious probe. She gasped gently and then quickly let her fingers retreat. She refastened her jeans and tried to keep herself calm. She could not lose this, it was simply too rare. However, she could not really do anything not here. She whimpered the sexual impulse strong and yet again denied.

Twice artwork had brought this out in her and the fact was not lost on her. She looked to the sketch still before her and blushed as she felt the heat rush through her again this time feeling her body quake slightly as her private place loosed another wave of slick heated fluid.

She was unaware 'creaming' one's self as a female was rare but her body did not seem to care about the odds. She moaned gently as she sat there quickly hiding her sketches from her view. Maybe she could make it back to her dorm in time.

She stood and started to head for the door and already felt the nervousness and urgency starting to degrade and decay the desire she was feeling. She spun and paced a pair of quick circles. She whimpered as if she were a young pup denied its favorite toy. She looked about urgently and found nothing. She bit her lip so hard it bled.

Finally, she stuck her head into the hall and quickly pulled the door shut. She locked it and shut off the lights. She knew if the teacher got back, he would have a key and worse still catch her in the act. Her only hope was to get out before he got back.

She waited a moment in the dark. She desperately waited for her heartbeat to calm and then slipped a paw down to her pants and unfastened again. She was surprised at the sudden excited rush of feelings. She felt incredibly dirty suddenly, the risk of her exposure making her heady. She wiggled and let her pants drop to the floor leaving her panties still on for the moment. She could not believe she was doing this.

She pulled her shirt off and then dropped her bra onto the pile. She did not need to be naked but somehow she just had to be. Again, she felt that rush of having someone find her there. She pushed a paw down into her panties and then around to her fluffy round ball of a tail. Urgently she tugged on it a few times. It felt good and she tugged harder feeling her womanhood pucker.

She moaned softly and then forced her panties down. There was no image in her mind. No sudden fantasy presented itself. Nothing more than simply focusing on the pleasure was in her thoughts. Somehow, her feelings of pleasure on the completely black canvas of her mind were far more thrilling than any false fantasy. Her mind focused only on the sensations of cold air against her ripe flesh and the sensations running through her. Fantasy would have only diluted it.

She pushed her paw down against herself once more and rubbed the now oozing liquids into her heavy tuft that hid her sex from view. She looked down and then bent forward so she could see what she was doing. The sight of her womanhood spread gently open causing her to gasp. She had never watched herself before, always too much in a hurry in those rare moments.

She started a slow rub with her fingertips. Long dexterous digits pushing apart her womanly lips and then back together again from the pressures of her massage. She murred and moaned deeply as her efforts grew in fervency. Fingers pushed against soft flesh harder. Her fingers dug into her and she felt her index finger sink deep into her wanting flesh. She gasped again and cried out softly.

Soon she lay splayed out across one of the tables legs spread and dribbling down on herself and the wood surface. She did not remember even arriving there but as her head arched down off one end and her legs hung off the opposite side she shivered once more as her fingers continued to work. She growled deeply in passion as she felt the building sensations.

She climaxed twice within the next few minutes. It was a first for her and she felt a hot mass of juices squeezed from her as her peaks hit in rapid succession. She wished she could stay there like that forever and just satisfy that lonely part of herself whenever she needed but she with sudden urgency pried herself up.

She found a few paper towels and tried to mat off her pelt and clean up what she could. Suddenly on a whim, she stopped and lightly rubbed a finger against some of the fluids that remained on her. She sniffed the finger gently and with hesitancy licked the digit. She licked a bit more and then shook her head in disgust. Well she supposed she could not like everything. She quickly dressed and tried not to think about the fact that her scent was going to be heavy on the air in here for a week.

Before leaving hurriedly, she opened a few windows knowing it would do nothing. The teacher never caught her or at least never told her he had connected the dots. Students did notice the strange smell for the next week and a few even guessed what had likely happened. Jayne simply stayed quiet and destroyed her secret sketches as soon as she had the chance.

She did not know that the sudden rush of passion would return just as unannounced one last time during the school year.