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- >Circles.
- >That's what everyone said. Keep drawing the fucking circles.
- >You've drawn hundreds, no thousands, maybe even millions of these damned shapes.
- >Your hand ached from the months of practice, and it didn't matter. Everything is worth this.
- >All for this moment
- >Your stylus touches the board,
- >A large circle. Almost perfect.
- >It's a great start. You then make an arc.
- >Yes, the guidelines. Everything must be in proportion. This has to look good, you can't risk hurting her image.
- >A couple more circles. A couple more strokes.
- >The basic shape was complete. You're amazed at your progression. Even such complex poses like this one could now be done to perfection.
- >But you couldn't celebrate yet. Oh no you couldn't.
- >You couldn't rest until her magnificent form os reflected across your monitor.
- >More strokes. It was almost automatic now. You laid the basic sketches for the unicorn. Her legs splayed open on her little bed.
- >All this time you've only been able to feel her in your dreams. The tender moments but a fleeting daydream.
- >You've worked hard just to bring those loving moments, those feelings of pure ecstacy into SOMETHING. Something that existed, even if only in a .jpeg.
- >The pen squeaks as you vigorously mash it against the board. You've added in her mane, her horn, and of course, those sultry looking eyes. This was almost too tempting.
- >You just had to ink the outlines.
- >Zooming in, you carefully trace the outlines of the sketch. Getting a closer look at her beautiful face.
- >The cursor followed gently across her curvaceous body, and then downwards
- >You close in, gently marking in the slit between her labia. Her innocent little cooch. You could almost taste it.
- >It was too much to bare.
- >Without you noticing, one of your hands slips into your sweat-stained pants.
- >Were you really this weak? You had to finish the drawing, but to see her just...lying there, inviting you...
- >You couldn't do it.
- >The hand grasped your shaft and began to move it.
- >Up, and down.
- >Each oscillation sending pleasure along your thighs
- >Up, and down.
- >The frequency increases. You had to finish this fast. You wanted to, no, you just HAD to complete the picture. It was your offering. A token of your love.
- >Faster. You gripped it tighter, and moved it even more rigorously than before. You were close, so close.
- >Release.
- >It covered the insides of your underwear. And the sticky substance oozed off your right hand.
- >You sigh, taking off the undergarments and waddling to the sink.
- >You'd have to finish it tomorrow.
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