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Artistic nudity

Body writing/drawing

Body worship

Nude photography

You never really liked your body until you met your boyfriend, Spencer. Spencer loved every single part of you. He worshiped you. Your boyfriend was an artist, and you were his muse. His studio and your shared apartment were filled with paintings, drawings, and photos of you, a lot of them nude. He had memorized every single nook, cranny, and curve of your body, admiring it and letting you know how beautiful you were every time he sat behind his camera or his canvas. The way he worshiped you wasn’t lustful; it was full of admiration.

If he wasn’t painting you nude, he was filling his sketchbook with endless drawings of you.

Sometimes, he’d use your body as a canvas, painting on you with acrylics or drawing on you. His touch always lingered longer than necessary.

On a normal Saturday, your boyfriend sat there shirtless, wearing a little dark-blue smock. His torso was covered in white clay as he sculpted your body once again, his eyes seeming to linger on you a few more seconds than necessary.

“My God if I didn’t wanna keep you all to myself, I would’ve put you in a museum” He said His voice unfocused as he picked up a wooden rib, smoothing out the Clay. You sat on a wooden stool, leaning against the wall, posed not moving.

“Are you almost done with your artwork? My back is killing me.”You complained, exhausted from posing through the last hour. “Darling, you are the art” he said, with a smirk crawling onto his face, looking up at you finally. You were completely naked; the studio was humid and natural sunlight came through the windows.

He pulled away one last time stepping back. “All right, darling come here come look” He said, looking up at you with a smile Grab his discarded oversized T-shirt, and throw it on top of your bare torso walking over to him.