H. Samarel is a digital artist known for his distinctive style and erotically charged images of women and human sexuality. Samarel's work draws heavily on the influences of Salvador Dali and H.R. Giger, which have contributed to the formation of his unique and vibrant style as featured on his website
Every morning as I look at my plus size women images wrapped with my liquid art, I wonder how come women cannot see just how beautiful they are, AS they are…with all the folds and curves, those sweet imperfections that make them REAL women.
Wake up ladies!!!! Now sing it out loud with me: “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful it’s true…
It is easy to tell Arousal For a male The eyes Always the eyes But a hard cock Will give him away Every single time It is different For a woman
It starts deep inside A wave rolls Through me And it is on……. My “ding” If you will The result of that wave Can be felt now Between my thighs
To have a wet pussy Our natural lubricant Knowing when you finally Push Inside My core It is sheer bliss
That feeling Inside Could call it a tingle Hardens my nipples Dances in my abdomen I would swear My nipples are somehow Connected to my clit What a divine relationship They share
I should stop And explain I am a true bisexual woman Women arouse me They are soft Beautiful Breasts Curves Kiss differently Touch differently Taste differently More hair To wrap my hands in And pull Put them where I want While a night is perfection I could never live Without Your Hard Cock There is not a toy in the world That feels The same
For a woman to feel Herself grow slick Wet Ready Can change the way One draws breath What do I need there Now Inside me Feel me I am always ready To be fucked But fingers Tongues Lips Are magical
As arousal spreads So does my need To be touched Tasted Manipulated No longer just a tingle I feel drops Slide down my thighs Fantastic
This is when I may Have To touch myself It is a powerful gift To have the ability To have multiple orgasms And still Want More
Even wetter still After a first climax The first of many I promise you Memories flood my mind The way you feel inside me Balls deep Stop Take your cock in your hand Run the head Slide in me From my ass To my clit Don’t stop Oh God Torture me Make me find a way To get you back Inside of me
Urgent need I want on top I need to use my muscles My hips To fuck you My breasts Take them in your mouth Your hands Pinch my nipples As I ride you
I am compelled to stop Once again To taste myself All over you Your balls Your cock Forcing itself Slowly Down my throat Yummy
On my back My legs over your shoulders If you are a woman Reading this now You know Exactly The pleasure And depth Of this position
Go Faster Don’t stop I am going to cum I feel it Can’t stop it now Contractions begin This is when I bite I remember I have Manicured nails God yes Don’t stop Paralyzed briefly As the waves Force me to arch I laugh Can’t help it
Shocked, and a bit apprehensive, she took his hand and followed him into the tattoo parlor. In her wildest dreams, Scarlet had never once thought about getting a tattoo. She was a teacher for goodness sakes. She had admired them though on others, certainly.
The ambiance changed instantly the minute the door swung closed. He paused, dropping her hand, and turned to face her.
Looking in her eyes, he raised a hand and pointed to a leather chair mounted to the floor. “Sit, my sweet pet.”
With wide eyes, Scarlet walked slowly to the chair. Her heart rate seemed to increase in her chest with every step. Gripping the leather arms, she lowered herself into her seat.
He spent an eternity looking at the art on the walls, painstakingly examining each panel on display.
At times, Scarlet would watch him trace his fingers over a trail of black on the wall. Her nipples hardened imagining him tracing that somewhere on her skin.
Caleb hadn’t turned around to face her in over thirty minutes. Scarlet was dripping watching his patience along the wall.
Finally, he turned and walked towards her. He raised his hands to summon someone and stood before Scarlet in a flash.
“Sit back, and relax.” Caleb brushed her bangs away from her eyes.
His sexy smile had her paralyzed. Scarlet had a hundred questions about what was going on. There was NO WAY he was thinking about a tattoo for her. Was he? She couldn’t even imagine. The sheer notion was driving her wild.
With a gasp, Scarlet was blindfolded in her chair. “Babydoll, just relax. This will be done. I have seen my mark on you, and it will happen tonight.”
Scarlett was conscious that her mouth was hanging open. She was also aware of the slick wetness between her legs.
“Baby, what are you putting on me? What is it going to be?” She smiled embracing her curiosity. “Please remember I have to wear dresses. Don’t make it too big.”
“Not your concern.”
She heard him walking around the chair and felt his hand on her shoulder.
“Pull up your skirt.”
Scarlet panicked, realizing she didn’t have on panties under her skirt. “Baby, I…”
Scarlet fumbled between the blindfold and her own arousal. She sat with her fists clinched on the arms of the chair trying to breathe.
Not wanting to disappoint, she slowly lifted her skirt knowing she would be exposing any and everyone that was in the place or walking by.
She felt his hand in her hair. He stroked her head in the most tender, endearing fashion.
Allowing her head to fall back, she let herself go in the moment. How many had gathered by now to watch? She heard footsteps, but felt no other people touching her.
Scarlet felt her knees being opened, causing her to reposition herself in the leather seat.
“Baby, I want to watch. I want to see!”
“You will see soon enough, my sweet.” She could picture him smiling over her.
Scarlet’s nipples hardened again instantly at the new sensation. There was something being drawn or painted on her. The smell hit her. It was a marker for sure softly touching her skin.
“Holy shit, baby.” Scarlet was dying. “Which one is it? What are you putting on me?” Panting, she wondered if her eyes landed on her tattoo before she was blindfolded. There were so many on the wall!
The tracing continued sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. FUCK, it was her pelvic bone. That delicious spot he loves to trace with his fingertips. Caleb was not answering her questions.
A sigh escaped Scarlet. The anticipation was killing her. Just as she inhaled and opened her mouth to ask once again, she felt his finger slide between her labial lips. Caleb’s finger dragged up towards her clit painstakingly slowly.
He was leaning into her. She could feel him breathing in her ear. Still, with the marker. Jesus.
“Babydoll, I have designed my own art to mark you with. You didn’t see it on the wall.” He began to suck her neck just as his finger found her clit.
Scarlet moaned with pleasure as her head fell back. The shock that ran through her when the gun turned on was electric.
She screamed into his kiss as the needle hit her skin. His tongue seeking hers was enough to push her over the edge. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Scarlet was on sensory overload.
Caleb continued to circle her clit in unison with the gun biting her skin. Scarlet was ready to cry from the sheer pleasure of it all.
When Caleb broke their kiss, her nipples were pinched hard. This released the first wave of Scarlet’s climax deep inside her.
The pain stopped as she tried to ride her orgasm in the chair. Her hands were aching. She had a death grip on the arms of the chair trying to force her energy that way, so as to not disturb the artist at work.
Scarlet winced as her blindfold was released and she locked eyes with Caleb.
Still panting, Scarlet’s eyes slowly lowered to her hips…