A Painting In The Cellar

Xavier was based in a village in Germany. He was an unusual mixture. Genetically speaking. A Chinese and German blend from his parents love boat had produced him. He was a highly strung artist who drank vodka like a fish. Hed ditched his German wife who couldn’t cope with his artistic temperament. Once he started drinking he became bad tempered. Lost his cool. Began throwing things at his wife. She took off to a nearby village in the German mountains, but remained very supportive to his art career.

To add to his drinking problem. Xavier had a extremely strong sexual appetite. He loved beautiful woman around him to sexually tamper with. Of course he loved to paint them too. Especially during foreplay.

Xavier’s artistic amusement produced many fine works. Somehow the females he hooked for his pleasures were happy to oblige the crazy artist. One, they all obtained celebrity publicity. He loved showing his art off.

As you know we’re all on exciting new roads due to technology. Xavier was a sucker for flaunting his female poseurs online. He got hooked big time. He began to pour his feminine desires into more and more art. Then, he created accounts whereupon he could exhibit his art all over the web.

He created his own spiderweb of beauty. He got so involved in his new enterprise that he railed in his former wife. She, being a shrewd woman saw her X husbands talent. She felt she could be a beneficiary financially. So, she began to look after his internet art platforms. Her name was Goldilocks. I agree her name makes one think of fairytales. Art is often a fairytale in reality though, don’t you agree ?

Xavier called his X wife ‘ Goldie’, for short. Infact, she had messy untidy blonde hair, that was never tidy. She decided to take hold of the reigns on her former husbands life. Fortunately’Goldie’ found all her husbands artistic appetites rather amusing. It was all rather a thrill to her. Plus she had her eyes on a large cash bucket. She was great at sales marketing techniques. A shrewd operator in no uncertain terms.

Xavier had it made. He would seduce the ladies over to his German chateaux in the mountains. Seduce them into being painted nude, whilst at the same time recieving all the support from his gold digger X wife. Isn’t it uncanny that her names ‘ Goldilocks?’ Incidentally Goldilocks doesn’t have to worry about bears entering her house. After all walk-ing in German forests is the last thing on her mind. She’s after the gold.

It comes to pass Goldilocks gets to work online. She puts money spinning plans together luring beautiful women onto her website. Xavier, from time to time goes online to observe his former wife’s activity. The eye of the real artist tends to see beauty in a different way from mere mortals. Sometimes they work together like a casting director would when scouting. This new business collaboration between this marital disaster led to a firm new partnership of a different kind. Both needed the other in an odd kind of way. They utilised one another’s skills. Putting all their eggs in one basket. They then went to town.

Xavier was getting ever so excited by his new art enterprise taking a new leap, which catered for all his desires that would leak out into his masterpieces on track.

Something began to move fast. One day a woman arrived at Xavier’s art house in the German mountains from Geneva. She’d found out his address by conversing with ‘ Goldie’, his X wife online. Her name was Laura. Incidentally Laura had been desperately trying to get a leg up into the world of modelling for years. She decided Xavier the artist would be her ticket to success. Packing a bikini and a black dress. She kept her flight bag down to one bag. Geneva to Munich was a quick move to fulfill her desires. She was ready for action.

Before you could say ‘ Hasta Maniana !’. Laura was banging on Xavier’s art chateaux in the German mountains. Flight bag attached with the basic minimal packed.A black dress and bikini.

‘ Goldie’, Xavier’s former wife was hysterically laughing her head off. She was being fully entertained by her business skills using her sly, skilful gold digger eyes on her wallet.

Xavier ran down the wooden staircase wearing an art overall covered in oil paint. His black hair stuck up in the air like a mop. Underneath his overall, he wore red flannel teeed trousers. His trousers were loose with baggy pockets. A pair of braces held them up. He’d grown a long beard, as he never had time for personal grooming. Upon his taste in clothes being of fine choice. Silk shirts were one of his favourites. Everything ended up paint stained with brush marks. I guess his paint added to exclusive high end brands authenticity. If ever he was to become really famous. At least he’d have made his mark in other ways. Leaving his signature ready for art auctions. It’s incredible the kind of prices a hero’s items go for. When the hammer cones down, so does the deal,

Xavier unlocks the door to his chateaux. It takes some time. He wears a long gold chain where he has all his keys, which hang down over his black hairy chest. He deliberately leaves his silk shirt unbuttoned. Sex appeal is high on his agenda. The locks on the door are opening by each large key, as his hormones rise with lustful adrenaline. He’s about to meet his next female gorgeous masterpiece in the flesh.

After about ten minutes of Xavier arranging which key opens the various locks. The door is opened.

Xavier speaks in broken English with strong German dialect. His voice is deep and husky.The artist eyes strip down Laura in minutes. Observing her skin colour. Paying particular attention to her eyes, which are marine blue.

In the eye of this artist, he melts his thoughts into waves consisting of blue oceans. Pushing currents from female flesh. He, now will hold by his own hands in real flesh. Moulder natural forces into paint. To drive this force inside canvases that will last forever into infinity.

Yvette Louise Melech

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December 15/2021