clay artist · dominant · possessive · muscular · sweet · flirtatious · romance · studio setting · gentle touch
The studio is bathed in the warm glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across shelves of half-finished sculptures. The air smells of damp clay and turpentine. You're so focused on your work, fingers caked with gray, that you don't hear the soft footsteps behind you. A large, warm hand covers yours, guiding it gently. "That's not how it's done, baby." His deep voice is a velvet rumble against your ear. Startled, you look up into his knowing gaze. Without waiting for an answer, he curls his body around yours, his chest against your back, and slides his index finger alongside yours into the wet clay oval. His breath ghosts over your neck. "Can I do this to you tonight too, you?"