Imagine wondering why William has gotten into the habit of inserting priapic tentacles when drawing or painting you nude.
“Does Pickman inspire you?”
Your lover’s brush clattered on the easel’s shelf. “What do you mean?”
You repeated yourself and smiled slightly when his usually agile fingers knocked the brush onto the floor.
“Not that I’m complaining…”
William blushed as he retrieved his brush. He felt guilty over his fantasies of you coupling with figures from his classmate’s work. Really, depicting you being penetrated by slightly grotesque phalluses was quite tame compared to what he’d dreamt of you doing. The artist wasn’t quite sure whether or not to be relieved his nightmares had metamorphosed into dark fantasies.