Innocent Campus Teen
Innocent Campus Teen
He began imagining the scene in his mind's eye, Lydia seated comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at him... Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal closets of his mind. "The eyes," he started over. "I'd have to check for the dominant feelings there, and pick one to set the whole mood." Daniel looked into her eyes now. Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring... a rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. "Then I'd draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting the eyes just right." He knew he'd never get her eyes wrong. "If the eyes work out, everything else just falls into place," he added quietly.