50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 17

"Like this...teacher?"

"Perfect Desiree"

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It was my first day at Renaissance Art Workshop. I was an art history major at the university downtown and wanted to learn more after having taken a brilliant course on some of the most famous Renaissance artists: Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, Masaccio...

A friend told me about this workshop. It was held in the lower concourse of The Peninsula, every Friday evening. There were about 8 of us, people of different backgrounds and levels of expertise. The workshop was like my little escape for the week. We worked and learned together as a unit, and developed a deep bond over our passions and artistry.

The piece of the puzzle that brought it all to life came in the form of a tall, curly-haired, sun kissed Italian man...Emilio

He was bred in Florence, refined in Berlin, and perfected in Barcelona. He was brilliant, sharp, honest, and devilishly handsome. Mastery emanated from his dark eyes, always half-covered by chocolate brown curls. His features were as sculpted, rigid, and relentless as his persona, but I had found my way to his soul.

He registered my novice level of skills and chastised me often in the beginning, critiquing nearly everything I did. In response I worked twice as hard, stayed longer than anyone else after class, and kept my head down, seeking neither approval nor praise.

He took note of my effort and acknowledged my approval and my knowledge. He would often stay later when I did, and the two of us would work side by side in the silence of the large, marble room. He, perfecting a piece for the Vatican hall and I, working on colors and blending and depth slowly but surely making it my craft.

Time progressed and we began to converse, going for long walks after the workshop, discussing our lives and reclusive thoughts. He introduced me to other forms of art, in the form of expensive wine, and delicious food, theatre, and music. I became a part of his world and he of mine. Together, we were a force.

When I think of love, I can only imagine Emilio. I remember amazing times we shared, like identifying the different hues of blue on the walls of the endless small homes in Greece, blind tasting vintage wines in Capri, and inhaling a multitude of rich aromas from a tiny shisha bar in Morocco.

Life with Emilio was a never-ending lesson. Being 20 years older than me, Emilio had a limitless extent of knowledge to bequeath to me. He opened my eyes to a fruitful existence of passion and joy.