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Passion

As I approached the door at the end of the hall, I noticed a strange light emanating from a portrait on the wall. The beautifully crafted gold frame seemed strangely dim compared to the image on the canvas. As I stopped to study the subject on the canvas I was overwhelmed by dizziness, as I seemed to lose consciousness. I awoke to find myself alone and standing at what seemed to be foothills. In fact they were feet appearing to be twenty feet tall. I decided to work my way around them and see where I really was. As I stepped around the side, I saw a chiseled ankle and a long leg stretching forever. I reached over and felt the smooth surface. It was then I noticed the ropes surrounding the legs and leading off to the west. I decided to go back the other way and found there was another foot and leg tied with the same ropes. I needed a better view so I began to climb up the side of the closest foot. As I reached the summit I could see I was standing on top of what seemed to be a giant sculpture. I was standing on one of two beautifully painted feet. The toes were smooth and round and perfect. I could see the ropes reaching to the corner of the canvas and they were drawn tight. I had to see more. I made my way up the legs over the next hour and soon arrived at a beautiful garden. It seemed warm there and I noticed a crevice that had developed between the two legs. I decided to explore. As I descended into the crevice the temperature was definitely rising. I reached over to the walls on either side of me and I felt something move. My first inclination was to climb back up, but as I did I kept sliding back down. The surface was slippery and the more I climbed, the wetter it got until my clothes were completely soaked. I finally managed to climb back up to this flat surface. It was getting darker so I move north, almost falling into a shallow hole someone had left uncovered. I could now see the mountains that were formerly in the distance. They were not mountains at all but beautiful, shapely, breasts. I leaned up against the face of one of them and the ground moved yet again. I made my way around them over the next thirty minutes and made my way north to an outstretched arm. It was sleek and taunt as I made my way pass the elbows. I wasn’t sure but I believed I saw ropes leading off from the wrist towards the edge of the canvas. I thought the hands were discolored until I realized they were painted. The fingers were extended and seemed to be reaching for something. I decided to go back towards the breast and see what else I could see. As I reached the neck I could see a curtain of some kind had been placed across the face of the statue. I could hear the wind blowing as I drew closer. It seemed to be speaking somehow. I made my way up to the other arm and found the same bound hand on that side reaching for freedom. The ropes were once again stretched towards the edge of the canvas. I made my way up to the top of the head so I could see. What a sight to see. To the east and the west I could see outstretched arms reaching as far as I could see. To the south lay the long legs with the chiseled ankles and the pretty toes. I felt my cock starting to enlarge. It was definitely a turn on to see this sculpture of a woman. It was so life like. I felt my penis growing out of my pants as I began to be dizzy once again. I awakened near the crevice once again but this time it was smaller, or was I bigger. It wasn’t a crevice at all but a vagina. I had the urge to put my swelling penis right there. By this time I was getting thirsty so I decided to drink from this well instead. What a decision that turned out to be. As I applied my tongue a groaning could be heard audibly. I placed my tongue against it again and this time I twirled it multiple times. An immediate surge took place and I realized I was exacting some kind of response from the statue. She seemed to be coming to life right in front of me. She surged against the ropes that bound her. Her chest rose and fell time and again and her bosoms tossed back and forth. The beauty of the rise and fall was very compelling. I reached up with my hands and steadied them by pinching her tits. That might have been a mistake for she gushed around her vagina and nearly drowned me. I took a deep breath and plunged my tongue deep into her and she responded my pinning my head between her thighs. I pressed my hands into her breasts and the undulation continued as her chest rose high above my head. If not for the ropes that bound her, I shudder to think what could have happened. By now I had grown back to full size and realized I was as long as she was. I could feel her feet touching mine and my hands reached hers and she clung to my fingers with great force. I felt a huge presence beneath me and knew my penis had reached its peak size. I wedged myself between her hips and thrust myself deep into her vagina over and over and over again. The ropes held and I exploded after nearly thirty minutes of pounding Passion. Her breathing was heavy as I rolled to the side. She was spent as her labored breathing subsided to shorter pants. I was still wet from her explosion in my face. The air around smelled of love-making and raw sex. I was back to normal as much as I could be. It was time to reveal the eyes behind the veil. I reached over and gently pulled the silk from her eyes as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She still didn’t speak but her eyes spoke volumes. It was time to remove the restraints. I took my pocket knife from my shirt pocket and began cutting away the ropes, first the feet and then the hands. When I released those hands I released more than I could imagine. Passion flipped me over like a pancake and ripped my clothes from my body leaving me naked and exposed. My penis had been half limp but now rose to full strength as Passion pinned my legs to the canvas and thrust my penis into her moist warm mouth. Her right hand slid up under and grabbed me by the balls and tugged away. I felt my mind blacking out from the shear ecstasy of her touch and her tongue sucking and licking and blowing softly on my cock. I could feel the rush as my erection was so hard it hurt and the orgasm was coming like an avalanche. In a second I exploded like a can of whipped cream in the microwave and there was Passion licking it up everywhere. The cum dripped from her lips as her hands choked my penis into continued submission. I’m pretty sure I passed out at this point. When my eyes opened I was standing in front of the canvas once again. The dim light still had its eerie presence and the picture still looked the same. I now knew what the artist was trying to show me in the drawing. Passion was not just a person; she was a lifestyle, a way to enjoy life’s greatest pleasure. She had placed me on the canvas to experience all I had ever wanted to see and more. Passion had exceeded my imagination. As I turned to leave, I spotted a woman at the other end of the gallery. She wore a painted dress, sexy shoes, and a smile that made me think I knew her. As I walked by I figured out who she was. Without a doubt she was the artist who had painted Passion on the canvas. I know knew, she was the Passion I had felt. She had taken me to a place I may never yet see again. I am so glad I have my memories. I can’t wait to come back to the gallery for some more art appreciation.