Birthday Sitting (A/L)
(A) – This story contains anal play, including anal intercourse.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Andrea wanted to do something special for Gabriel’s birthday. Not just a gift, but something unforgettable.
She had arranged for an artist to come to the house. She had made enquiries, and Monsieur Maurice was said to be discreet, skilled, and silent. Within three sittings, he would create a canvas just for Gabriel’s eyes. Importantly, Andrea wanted Gabriel to witness every brush stroke.
Gabriel came downstairs late, still in his T-shirt and drawstring trousers. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, along with something sharper: oil paint. In the lounge, Monsieur Maurice had already set up his easel. The morning light streamed through the tall windows.
Andrea was waiting in the lounge, standing quietly in her silk white robe, loosely tied. Her hair was pinned, her skin radiant, her lips untouched. Only the diamond earrings and necklace he had given her adorned her.
Gabriel poured himself a cup of coffee from the cafetière, noticing the calm in the room. He took his seat at the back, steaming cup in hand, and watched.
Andrea moved slowly, gracefully reclining on the chaise longue. As she settled, she opened the robe deliberately, letting it slip from her shoulders. It parted at her chest. Her nipples were already stiff. As the robe slipped further, it revealed the soft curve of her thighs, her legs parting just enough to expose her smooth, freshly shaved pussy. She held his gaze briefly, bold and unashamed, then turned her face to the light, presenting herself fully.
The artist began to sketch.
Andrea held the pose: one arm over the back of the chaise, the other down by her hip. Her body was a study in stillness and anticipation. She flushed under Gabriel’s unwavering stare.
He watched. Silent. Focused.
Charcoal and oil scratched across canvas. Her breathing deepened, but she didn’t move. Not until after three hours did the artist straighten and declare the first sitting complete.
Gabriel stood.
The artist packed up, and Andrea thought to stand as well, but—
“Stay,” Gabriel said to her before she could move.
Andrea froze, robe open, thighs slightly parted. The artist hesitated.
Gabriel smiled. “Thank you for your time. We’ll see you again soon.”
The artist nodded, gave Andrea one last look, and left.
Gabriel returned slowly, loosening the tie around his waist.
Andrea’s breath was shallow. Her body, still posed, trembled faintly.
“You planned this for me,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“You let him look.”
“Only for you.”
He brushed his fingers along her thigh. “And now?”
“I’m yours.”
He pulled the sash from her robe and used it to tie her wrists to the carved frame of the chaise.
She moaned softly. Bound, vulnerable, aroused.
He took her jaw and kissed her hard. Deep. Possessive. Then he pulled back and tapped her cheek sharply, not to hurt, but to remind.
“You let him see what’s mine.”
Andrea blinked, heat rushing to her face. “Only for you.”
He kissed her again, rougher.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
He opened his trousers and stood before her. “Mouth. Now.”
She obeyed.
Gabriel gripped her hair and shoved himself past her lips, groaning as her warm mouth wrapped around him. He began to thrust, slow at first, then faster, fucking her throat without mercy. Her lips stretched tight, spit trailing from the corners. Her mascara started to run.
“Take it,” he growled.
He pulled back, smacked her face lightly, once, then again. Andrea moaned around him, eyes glazed, her cunt clenching with need. He slapped her breast, watching it bounce, then thrust deep again. Her eyes flooded. Her throat convulsed.
His cock filled her deep, stretching her mouth wide. Her lips strained around him, and her throat tightened with every inch. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her steady, feeding her more. Her eyes watered as he thrust deeper, her mascara smudging as tears gathered. Her tongue curled beneath him, struggling to keep up. She gagged, coughed, and took more, desperate to please him, her whole body trembling with the effort.
“Good girl,” he growled.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her over. Her arms stayed tied, arse lifted, body eager.
“You wanted to be a present. Let me unwrap you.”
He spread her cheeks, exposing the delicate pink of her arsehole. He ran a thumb along her slit, gathering wetness, then smeared it higher, circling her tight ring. Andrea whimpered, her hips twitching.
A moment later, she heard the wet thwack of his spit landing squarely on her hole. He used the tip of his cock to smear it in, teasing her, rubbing slowly around the rim. Her fingers curled against the upholstery, breath catching as he pressed inward.
“Be brave,” he whispered.
She gasped, her whole body taut as he pushed inside. The stretch burned exquisitely. Inch by inch, he filled her, her arse gripping him tightly. Her breath came ragged, face buried in the cushion as she surrendered.
He gripped her hips and began to fuck her slowly, letting her adjust to the stretch, letting her feel every inch. Her breath tightened with each movement, her body trembling beneath him. As her arse relaxed and welcomed him in deeper, he built up his pace, thrusting harder, rougher. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.
He raised his hand and brought it down on her arse, sharp and loud. She jolted, gasping.
“Such a fucking slut,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. “Letting another man look at you, paint you.”
Andrea moaned, drool slipping from her parted lips. Her cunt clenched with each slap, her arse burning deliciously beneath his grip.
“You gave him your image. You give me everything else.”
“Yes, sir. Only you.”
Gabriel reached around her waist, his hand sliding down between her trembling thighs. He found her clit, swollen and aching, and began to play with it, circling slowly, then faster. Andrea gasped, her whole body tightening under him.
“Please, sir, please may I come?” she begged, voice breaking.
“Not yet,” he growled, thrusting harder, fingers relentless. “You’ll wait until I say.”
Her thighs quivered. Her arse clenched around him, desperate, aching for release. The contrast was exquisite—his thick cock driving into her, and his fingers lightly flicking and tormenting her swollen nub, pushing her to the edge.
“Please, sir, let your slut cum?”
“Not yet,” he said, clambering, getting close himself.
Andrea screamed, desperate for release.
“Now,” Gabriel growled, his voice strained with his rising climax.
She shattered around him, her body convulsing, back arched, every nerve alight. He felt her arse squeeze tight around his cock, her slick wetness coating his fingers as she exploded over them. The sound of her cry and the clench of her body pushed him over the edge.
He held her down as he came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, his seed hot as it spilt into her arse.
As his cock softened, it slipped from her arse, and Andrea let out a whimper at the loss. She stayed still for a moment, then arched her back slightly and pushed her hips back, spreading herself open, letting his cum seep out of her for him to see.
“Did Master like my gift?” she asked, voice soft and wicked.
“Yes, very much.”
“This is only the first sitting. We have two more to go,” she smiled.
Gabriel traced his fingers down her spine, then leaned over and kissed the red marks on her wrists as he untied her.
“I look forward to them very much,” he murmured.
She curled into him, body limp, skin flushed.
And Gabriel smiled, deeply satisfied. “Best birthday gift yet.”
What a daring and deliciously erotic birthday gift. To sit there so exposed while one man drew her and the other burned with lust – very hot and sexy.
And I think Andrea knew what was coming 😉
Dear Kingdom Man,
What started as a simple idea for a story turned into something quite special in real life. To use the pseudonyms, Andrea had two more sittings with the artist. Gabriel attended every single one, and after each session, they had some very delicious fun together.
Sometimes fantasies slip quietly into reality, and this one certainly did. And yes, she absolutely knew what was coming as those sessions went on.
Thank you, as always, for reading with such a keen eye and such appreciation. Your comments make sharing these little glimpses even more enjoyable.
Love Lauren
xxx
It really was fun and naughty. I can only imagine the elevated sexual tension swirling between Gabriel and Andrea as she sat open and exposed while her charms were painted onto the canvas.
I hope the next two sittings burst with the same electric fire and the heat melted the both of them in the aftermath.
You’re a wonderful writer gifted with the ability to bring the reader into the moment.
I hope you have more stories coming.
Whew! Okay, that was hot! I don't think nude artwork is wrong (the nude body has been the subject of artistic masters for centuries), so using it as a medium here was pretty spicy and yet keeping it within your boundaries. I suppose it's as close as a woman could get to letting a second man into the scene without allowing any physical or mental boundaries to be crossed. I'd probably be way too shy to ever do something like that, but it was an inspiring read! You always give me delicious ideas for my own future marriage!
Dear Lovely Lonely Lady,
I always adore your reflections. You have such a beautiful way of balancing curiosity with thoughtfulness.
I am glad the use of nude artwork felt both spicy and respectful to you. It was exactly that for Andrea, a way to play with the edge of a fantasy without ever crossing a boundary. You described it perfectly, almost like letting another man into the scene without giving him anything beyond the gaze.
And I would love to know what delicious ideas are in your little black book for your future husband. Your imagination always makes me smile.
For 'Andrea,' the hardest part of the sitting was keeping her composure. She could not stop watching Gabriel, feeling his hunger as she tried to remain still for the artist. She was very thankful once it was over, and those feelings could be fulfilled properly with her husband.
I am thrilled the story inspired you. Your future marriage is going to be wonderfully fun with the way your mind wanders.
love lauren XXX
While I commend your bravery in other things related to marriage. I would raise caution about this one particularly. This is too dangerous for the benefits to be lost inside a marriage. Clearly as stated by you, close to violation, and is highly not advisable!
I am sorry but I cannot accept that this is a biblical form of sexuality, solely coz of the danger taken to expose one's bedroom to another stranger, be it an artist or not. I refuse to let my, or other viewer's guard down just because the sexual act was done only with spouse. The danger and a demonic door was open by involving another person into the bedroom. Whether one likes this critique or not, the door was made open for monitoring spirits, to now try and compromise the marriage entirely. The only way out is repentance and renewal of mind. While this may be mistaken for dissenting or unloving speech, it is on the contrary a loving & concerning warning, pointing out the fatal mistake made, to please one's spouse, does not provide remedy to violate the commands of God.
This is not acceptable. Not the sexual acts, but the involvement of a stranger who is not part of the marital covenant.
It is my humble request for the couple to genuinely repent, before this becomes a demonic stronghold, evading your control, including MH to terminate this post only, not the couples wonderful account. I maybe disagreed with by others, but I know scripture does not change.
I cannot support the story or comments by the people regarding this post, yet I extend my regards to all.
Hi Camo! Thank you for voicing your concerns. We hear the love and grace in your tone, and thank you for the gracious way you expressed your disagreement.
However, we allowed this story because we do not feel it violates any biblical principles of sexuality. We have a difficult time arguing that artistically capturing the image of a beautiful, naked woman is against biblical teachings. This story is certainly edgy for our Western (and especially American) Christian culture that tends to be quite conservative about nudity and sexuality. But Christian culture and biblical truths unfortunately do not always perfectly align.
We do not see any specific biblical principles that were violated by this story. For example, we see no indication of improper desire or lust by any of the three people mentioned, not do we see any overtly sexual interactions between any unmarried people—not physically, verbally, emotionally, or otherwise. Things like that would disqualify a story if they were present. We also do not see any sexual acts being performed in front of the artist (which always requires more careful moderation from us), as the artist left before any sexual activity happened between the husband and wife.
We see this story as portraying an attitude that is very reverent and respectful of the humanity and sexuality of the woman in question. The art sought to emphasize and immortalize her beauty, and there is no indication that the woman in the story did this for the artist's sexual gratification, nor even that the artist took any sexual gratification from this experience, or had any improper desire. (Just as medical professionals can view nude patients in a respectful and non-sexual way, that is entirely possible for artists as well, and frankly ANY person with the right attitude.)
We thank you for taking the time to express your thoughts, and we welcome your feedback if you have more specific concerns. But so far, we do not see sufficient reason to remove the story.
Dear Camogotammo
I pride myself on responding to every comment we receive. I take my time to digest and understand your thoughts, both to grow as a writer and as a reader. I hope this considered response puts your mind at ease about the writing, at least. It comes from a good place.
First, I want to say a gentle thank you to everyone at MH for stepping in and supporting this conversation for stepping in and for the thoughtful way you expressed your response. And truly, I am sorry if this little story caused what feels like a storm in a teacup. That was never my intention. I am grateful to the team and to the readers who understood the spirit in which it was written.
Camo, I hear your concern, and I appreciate that you shared it with sincerity and care. I understand that certain elements of this story may touch different sensitivities for different people, especially where faith and intimacy meet. Your desire to protect marriages and honour God is clear, and I respect that deeply.
I can, however, reassure you wholeheartedly that this story, like all my stories, is based on true events, and even in real life, there was no improper desire, no sexual misconduct and no blurring of covenants. The dynamic, the longing and the passion belonged solely to Andrea and her husband, Gabriel. The artist’s role was purely professional, and the experience was approached with clear boundaries, full consent, and the same respect one would offer in any medical, artistic, or therapeutic context involving the human form.
For me, the fascination lay not in introducing another person into the marriage bed, but in exploring the emotional spark that can occur when a husband sees his wife through someone else’s eyes, yet without any breach of fidelity or desire. The passion belonged only to the couple, and everything that followed was simply an extension of their intimacy.
For those who have read my other work on MH, you will know that Joe and I have wrestled with our faith as we have discovered and shaped the dynamic within our marriage. Yes, it is unconventional, but scripture and the guidance of our priest have helped us understand that it is not about outside opinion, but about the values we committed to in our marriage vows. He knows every detail of our dynamic and still offers his time and counsel with kindness. That has given us confidence that a loving, consensual, deeply bonded marriage can take many forms while still honouring God.
Thank you again to MH for the clarity, grace and balance of your explanation. And thank you, Camo, for caring enough to speak from your convictions. Conversations like this, handled kindly, only strengthen our shared space here.
Thank you again, Camo, for sharing your heart with sincerity. May God bless you for speaking from a place of care.
Love Lauren & Joe
xxx
Thank you MH and Joelaurenson101 for your respective responses. I am not the Lord to have the last say, yet, for myself, I will say let's agree to disagree, with all due respect. I thank you for your clarifications and gentleness in your responses. May the Lord continue to guide you. God bless, thank you for this wonderful platform MH admins.