A city Romance

Chapter Nine: A different kind of Art ( May)

May 17th, 9.00 am Thursday 

A different Kind of Art

By Udhaiyah Priya 

Raya ( Girlfriend P.O.V.)

Bob Marley Once Said

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there. Love with your whole being when you receive love. Because there are no perfect girls, but there will always be a girl who is perfect for you.."

Hmmm, I do not know who this Bob Marley guy is, But his good. Probably some sort of politician, or an actor. My sister, Roja, forwarded this to me.

"OMFG He's good, Good stuff :D" smiling face, great. I smiled and texted her back. Good stuff to hear, Good stuff to read. Shall I forward this to you. Nope. Not my thing. I don't share lovey, dovely, and stuff. You know that.

I Replied to my sister a f*****g GIF. Sent. Yes, "Literarily an Ass f*****g GIF." I'm crazy like that. There was this GIF of a girl wearing a dominatrix costume f*****g this Guy's ass, wearing a strap on. She is pretty, looking somewhat like Sunny Leone and all. The Guy was a white guy, Blonde, seem to look manly yet a bit younger than her. Nice.

"Hahahahhahah…. Raya, you are even better than Bob Marley" I couldn't help but laugh at her text. Knowing she would had a good laugh herself, Perfect morning to boost things up, sending what she likes. Again, who is this Bob Marley, must be her friend. My sister is in a relationship with a Doctor. She is an Engineer like you, but into Automobile and Mechatronics. She's currently working for Ferrari. Owns a red Ferrari too. She is materialistic like that. Always wants the more finer things in life. She has a very different personality than me.

Roja likes to take control of the relationship, more like a queen. I also know She is into Mistress Kinks. Yeah. We're crazy in our own ways. One day I was borrowing her phone because my battery was dead, and I caught some very kinky mistress outfit pictures of her where she wore, with a cane in her hand and everything. Yup that image never faded in my memory. I never asked.

Something about the phone, even if it's you and you have all these porn videos saved in your phone, or I caught you chatting one of your ex's and stuff, I never get involved. It's private, it's just a digital world, not the real world we at. If we get into both worlds, that's when problems happened. So, I'm cool like that, I respect your privacy and fun that's within you and the digital world . I have no input in it. We all have different personality, different character and different lifestyle too. I don't want to confuse reality and the digital world. I liked to see them separately. View them separately. Like the time we're in f*******: ,  we never post we're in relationship status or anything like that. I flirt online too. friendly flirts, harmless. But that's the understanding between us. I know who I belong to, Where My limits is. When it comes to the digital world, we don't get involved. In the digital world we're all in Open relationship. I think it like that.

Speaking about Roja. My sister Roja is the smartest compared to all of us.

There are four of us at home.

I'm the oldest and the creative one compared to all, I plan, decide, organize, and arrange. As the oldest born in the house, I'm always expected at home. I decide for my family. Whatever decision is made comes to me 1st. This including who my siblings are dating, what they are doing or what problems they have. I always take my family business my business. I'm responsible for taking care of my parent's food groceries, pet food, gas money, travel money, my parent's medicine, and medical visits. Make sure they are comfortable and safe at home.

Roja is the second and also the smartest ones, the helpful one too. Her heart is just like her name, which means Rose. She is also into tattoos, Fitness previously had participated in modeling and also love to bake cakes. She earns more than all of us. An Engineer. She is in charge of paying the maid that was hired for our parents. She also handles their bank account and finances. She also manages our pet's vet visits. We have a lot of animals in the house. We love animals, it also keeps our old parent's company and entertained.

Tamarai is the third of my siblings, also known as the prettiest compared to both of us. Her name means Lotus. Our parents named us all based on flowers. She was into dancing, participated in competitions and all. She currently works under her boyfriend's law firm. She is a lawyer, quite established in her career too. Her presentation skills are another level. She probably would get married earlier than me. She is in charge of the household bills, electricity, water, Astro, and stuff. She is still living with my parents.

And finally, the last of all of my siblings is my brother Sunil. A very good boy, who has deep respect for women. Our precious kiddo. Currently, he is in Sungai Petani doing his engineering intern there, following Roja's footsteps.

Funny, there are four of us, Tamarai, following my footsteps in Law, while Sunil following Roja's step in engineering. Tag teams for sure. We are all also very independent of our lives with our educational background.

For an Indian to survive in this country, education is essential. It also places us in our social class or maintains our social circle.

There is also a saying, for every Malaysian Indian household, if you didn't turn out to be a Doctor, an Engineer, or a Lawyer, you're automatically listed as the black sheep in the family.

I was the black sheep of my family since though being a Law grad, I didn't continue C.L.P., or Bar or Jurisdiction to practice. I gave my parents the degree and went on my own path. I seek a job in the media. Never continued Law. I want to find my own way. I'm creative, I need a job that reflects my talent. Perhaps being a romance writer. Why not. It's a job and if I get paid. Why not.

Well, that's a little bit about my family. I also love the way you are with my family. You really care for them Sunnil looks up to you, that's why he tends to ask you for help in solving his engineering tasks instead of asking Roja. You never had ignored him, always had helped him as much as you can.

You also act like my sisters' older brother. Which is amazing. Some of the things I adore about you. Sometimes they get to call you instead of me, asking for your advice, making you involved. How sweet is that?

You always know how to talk with people, how to handle the situation. I'm learning slowly with your family. Honest. I'm trying my best. Both of us are the oldest at home, so we can actually understand our duty.

I never asked or question your availability to your family, always support your back. The same as you are with me. We have a similar mindset in terms of family. We both have our own responsibilities when it comes to our family.

That's another thing about a Malaysian Indian Household. Family is very important. No matter what. Children's take care of parents, It's an inbuilt thing. A practice that held since Ancient time yet still has been continued till now. We don't believe in old folks' home, we believe in karma, gratitude, and servitude. You don't believe your old parents will be alright on their own, we can visit them during the festive season. We believe we are always available for them. and I meant all the time. Family always matters to us Indians. Always comes 1st. Well, then again, at least most of us.

After completing work, I went straight to Fitness First, at avenue K. You told me to meet you there. Sometimes you couch me on my Fitness, you said something about being more flexible during s*x. And It's true. It helps, You push my limit yet your technique helps.

I reached early there, You were late. Yet didn't bother to text you. You know my style. I started with the basics. Cardio, treadmill for thirty minutes, Cycling for another thirty minutes. By the time I know it, you were there joining me. You were running fast in the treadmill. 

We didn't talk, just a "Hi" that's it. Strangers would have thought we're strangers. That's how we behaved anyways. During in Gym, we focus on Gym. Until there's a time when I was making lunges. You asked me to do a couple of times more.

Or when it comes to seat ups or squats, you kept guiding me to go further and do more, adding dumbbells into the mix. I was super pissed off, especially when the time, I already did it, yet you'll ask me to "do it again, No is not an excuse." f**k you.

And then, after that, I went for an hour session of Yoga, while you went to carry weight. Onece done with Yoga. You helped me stretch my body in the Gym. I usually cover my face with a small towel. I'll always feel shy, super shy, which makes my face beetroot red. You don't care, you will stretch me in an intimate position, both of our hip bones would be rubbing each other. I'll be lying down, while you are on top of me, pulling my leg up, stretching me well. While the people who walk there at least give us a curious look before turning to do what they were there to do. Even the gym trainers would look at us awkwardly as they return to their job.

Once done, you ask me to go for at least 15 minutes of the steam bath to relieve whatever sore I have, before going to take our bath. It's true, the steam room always feels terrific. It also relives ache, my skin will become softer, and my skin tone will change to become more brighter somehow. Some kind of body purification process happens during the steam bath. I do not know how to describe it. Yet, I'll feel fantastic after taking a shower.

We normally eat at the famous salad bar, besides fitness first., If we're planning to go to the Gym together. Twice a month, we go to the Gym together. Other times, I will be on my own, same for you. We always buy ourselves a large bowl of salad, and boost. I'll have the 'Berry crush,' while you have the 'magic mang,' you will add protein in it.

I know people would ask me what my deal with Strawberries is, why do I eat everything strawberry, or why do I choose strawberry lipstick, strawberry facial mask to strawberry soap.

Truth be told, I'm not really fascinated on strawberries, If you ask me what my favorite fruit is, I would say pineapples. My favourite drink would be pinacoladas. Coconut, Vanilla and Pineapple. Damn.  But there is a reason why I choose strawberries all the time. One it is because firstly immunity vice it's one of the best natural medicines, it's also a very good diet treat, it avoids us from getting acnes of any sort, making our skin look good, well this are things I told you of course.

But the real reason why is because I want to have a flavour. A flavour that you can remember of me by.

I can be smart sometimes.Too smart. perhaps, I want you to know my flavour, so every time, if you saw a strawberry, whether it's by picture, drinks, on top of a cake, or just anywhere any purpose of where the strawberry is placed, I want you to picture me, remember me, remember the smell of my skin to the taste of my lips.

You do not know this, but I purposely eat Strawberry candy before kissing you, so you can taste the strawberry flavour in me. Or sometimes if there is a strawberry scent, you will remind of me. Even my car is strawberry scent. Strawberry is a sensual fruit according to me, that's why I choose strawberries. My mouth wash also is strawberry flavours. Yes I went to that extend.

Ladies take note, it works, I know you haven't told me this, it's my own experiment, but works, Girls, If strawberry is not your things, there is always coffee, apple, orange or lemon. Choose any of these flavours only and remind your man what your scent is. It's the strongest scent that makes anyone remembers you. Make yourself acquainted with the flavour you desire.

You can always spice things up too. Like last month, I bought Cherry Lip-gloss, A different flavour and colour lip-gloss compare to the strawberry one that I normally do. I only wore it once, we were invited by Raja for a movie. The movie was dope by the way. But the after-movie affect was even doper, if that's even a word.

I wore a new colour lipstick, a new flavour only that one time, the next day you came asking to wear the same lip-gloss and cherry suits me well. Take note girls, don't do this mistake. This would rub away your scent. Always maintain your scent. You can be experimental once in a while, but make sure to pull yourself back to maintain your one scent. 

Right now,  mines is is strawberry. And make sure it lasts that way. My style, My way. I also smell good and sweet always. You sort of liked that. I know. I like that of me too. 

I actually discovered this trick from my mom. She always smells so good. But Jasmine was her flavour. Jasmine soup, Jasmine on her head, Jasmine drink, Jasmine perfume, her name is Mallikai, meaning Jasmine in Tamil. I guess that's why she named all of us flower names too. Of course, her reasons of choosing Jasmine is because of her name, totally a different reason compared to mine.

My reason is to mare your memories forever.

I'm sadist like that sometimes. Also, there is no Sunflower scent isn't there, so I chose Strawberries. Mine's is sweet strawberry. I'm sensual like that. Even the air-purification and candles in our home are all Strawberry scent. Hmm… Nice right. Smart right.

Walking back to our little apartment, I went and changed to a comfortable nighty, while you were watching a movie in front. When I return I seat beside you placing my head on your chest. Watching the damn movie, you were watching.

I went to the fridge getting some strawberries and sprinkling some salt for taste, I seat beside you again, Strawberries are delicious, it works. It really does.

You look at me for a while, while I ignore you looking at the Television. You offed it, which made me to look at you.

You moved slowly to my face, kissing me now, while taking the strawberry from my mouth to yours eating it, damn your nasty. I wouldn't do that. Yet One day I might, who knows. I couldn't help but to laugh at that gesture.

You lifted my nightgown, seeing me not wearing a bra, you kissed my ribs and placed the night gown back. You started Kissing my neck softly. Your hands were touching me everywhere, yet gently, only the tips of your fingertips, trailing here and there. You are handling me like crystal now.

"What do have planned for today…" I asked touching your face softly, as you kissed my hand. Smiling.

"I don't know….. Do you have something in mind…." You asked, I just glare at you.

"If you are making me beat up at Gym, I know there is something cooking in your head of yours….." I told the obvious, who are we kidding. you laughed.

"Perhaps " You smirked. Kissing my cheeks, you went to our room, and came back out with a plastic. Right now, you had taken off his shirt,

I was very curious now. I got down, Taking of the things from the plastic.

"What is this…" I can't help but to ask you excited looking at the box.

"Well you always complained, you want to buy a picture to fill that empty wall. Why not…." You answered smirking, I only got excited at this. It's stated s*x paint canvas.

"How do we do this… "I smiled curious getting very excited now. As you seat down on the sofa looking at me.

Artist Alexander Esguerra truly believes s*x is a work of art — that is 100% proven today,  right now, you can add s*x and add paint and a canvas to the mix, and what do we have,  s*x canvas painting kit.

"The Love Is Art kit provides couples with everything they need to make their own masterpiece with their body parts and while "doing the do!" I laughed reading at the description from the box. It was quite funny, How they explained it. 

"Where did you got this…" I asked still excited beyond limits, I love creativity, this definitely the case for a new creativity art that's landed on my radars lately.

"While the kit gives you everything you need to make the — ahem — art, you will need to take the canvas to a professional to be stretched. Once you've done the deed, that is. Or if you want to avoid an awkward conversation, you can make the frame at home like in the instructions provided… Have fun, Yet try to avoid getting paint in your private part, Some had experience severe skin allergy within, Be warned…" I read again, Nodding as I did. 

"E-bay…" you answered. "sweet "I replied smiling.

"Before we try, I want to look at some videos in You-tube" I was really excited wanted to do this right. Yet I also don't want any paint on the carpet or furniture. That stain would never come out. 

"No Need, I already looked at it…" You said taking the phone away from me. And gave me a descriptive paper that you have clearly had print for me. So sweet of you.

It was all warnings written by Sophie Mcgrath, with pictures too. You probably taken this from a blog. I was right, it was from  ScaryMommy. As I opened the Box, it contained a large canvas, a plastic drop sheet, blue paint and gold paint, and an exfoliator to help scrub off the paint afterwards.

Well from its instructions the prevalent recommendation was to use a soft surface to lay down the canvas, which definitely makes the bed out of the question, it also warned that if one is to do on bed, the canvas can warp, and the outcome will not be pretty as it may get stained everywhere.

With that in mind, You started to move some furniture's away, like you know where you are getting at.

"Off the Fan…" You told, I quickly followed jumping excited as I did. You glare at me, You have warn me before not to do that. You were afraid, I would get hurt or something. 

"What.. "I told showing my teeth, Big deal , I could not help it, get use to it.

We rolled of the carpet too. The floor was all tiles, its smooth, should be good enough. We placed down the plastic drop cloth and then the canvas itself. We also laid our house slippers on the side, so when we finish our masterpiece we would wear them to avoid getting paint stains on the floor.

The description had also mentioned that It's also a good idea to kick any house pets outside for a bit too, "one don't want paw print appearing on the canvas. And you don't want to traumatize your cat.". It states.

One will also need to pick a right time to do this, where you are guaranteed to have the house to yourself for a couple of hours if you don't want to explain the drying canvas on the floor. Or the fact that you will be naked and covered in Gold and blue paint.

With the canvas all set up, , and the paint on standby, You on the Music out loud. The first song that played was "Creep" by Radiohead. A very sensual romantic song.

You pulled me on the sofa bed first, soft, We started making out. You pulled my nighty completely off now slowly as I kissed your lips. I already took my pills, yet you still f*****g want to put a condom on before we continue to have paint s*x. Then again, f**k it was also recommended, in those stupid instruction that you print. f**k my life.

I started to kiss you more, I'm so aroused now. You were kissing me everywhere now. removing my panties off of me. You smiled touching my hairless v****a smiling. You helped me shaved some parts too, when we were heading off in the shower that day.

All of the sudden you wanted me to shave, You watched me shave my p***y hair, and guided me too. You wanted me flawless. And You made sure I was flawless down there.

Just like when I have period and mood swings, you have them too. 

All of the sudden you wanted me hairless. I still don't understand you most of the time. Personally I like it this way better, makes me feel much cleaner. but there will be another time that you would miss my p***y hair, and wants me to grow it back. 

Your fingertips were tapping on my hairless p***y now, one of your finger entering my hairless p***y now. pulling your lips, I love you. I kissed you hard again as the music played behind us. You've choose all romantic and a bit old fashioned melodramatic. 

Arun ( boyfriend P.O.V.)

After making you wet, I took of my clothes. I pulled you down, we were both kneeling down. You look so excited, Smiling at me. You had tied your hair up, which only made you look more sexier to me. 

Taking the gold paint I started placing on top of your breast. While you followed placing the blue paint on my chest now. I also had dripped the paint from the bottle randomly across the canvas too. It was also recommended on Sophie's instruction to spread most of the paint on the canvas itself, rather than on our skin, in order to cover a larger area of the canvas.

You look fantastic in that gold paint, "You look like Cleopatra…" I said you laughed at that.

"Your very own Cleopatra "you told laughing, yes Raya, That is true you are my very own Cleopatra. f**k Gold paint just suits your skin so well. 

"You are starting to look like Avatar…." you told laughing, 

"I like Avatar.." I said. Kissing you deeply as I rubbed the gold paint on you more. 

You always wanted me to follow an art show or an art class where we can paint a portraits together, one of your dating Ideas. But after confronting to you I hate arts, Not my thing, you didn't bring that topic at all after that. I felt sort of bad shutting you off like that, I saw your face, there was pinch of disappointment sadness on to it, I did tried to explain its like you with maths, you only gave me a smile and kissed me, tell it's not a big deal. You love arts, I wanted to introduce to you a different sort of art, where we both can enjoy. 

As I laid you on the Canvas, I made sure to do allot movements. First you were below laying on the Canvas. I places you hand on top, spreading the paint on the canvas along the way. Kissing your neck, I rolled you over slowly, making you lay on your stomach. perfect timing when "Beautiful Angel" sang by this Bazzi guy I think was playing on the background.

I kissed your shoulder lightly, there were paint all over your back. The blue and Gold really does looks amazing on the canvas. before pulling your legs, gently, I was in a criss-cross position with you. 

With the help of stretching and gym time, This position made wonders, as I took you in. After f*****g you slowly in this position, I rolled you gently back, Kissing your lips, there were paint on your face too. 

Fuck I didn't like that, You know how I always like seeing you clean, but compromising today. I look at you, as I spread more paint on the canvas. You kneel now, Looking all around the canvas right now, 

"That spots missing, need more paint there… "You pointed out laughing, The Canvas was huge.

I poured the paint there….

"Right," I said.  You were in all four now, taking doggy style position. 

I spit on my hand fingering you in through your p***y, the gold paint that's on your p***y lips, strangely turned me on more. You  moan as I entered two fingers in you now, Your shoulders down now, Your ass way high. f**k this is why Gym works.I slowly entered you, taking you in. Your hands started rubbing the pored paint all over the canvas, concentrating on the canvas, yet moaning as I f****d you slowly behind.

"Oh my god, Arun…" You moan and turned which made me to slip my c**k away from your p***y. You kissed my lips and made me to lay on my back now.

 You stradled on my chest. Kissing me hard, before sliding yourself down more. Holding my c**k that I already too hard to begin with , You started helping your way impaling yourself in , closing your eyes. I helped you by rubbing your c**t as you did this. Right Now E.T. by Katty Perry E.T was playing at the back. 

Your hands were gently on my chest, as you rode me. But as always just a few minutes and you get exhausted, I took over turning you now. You have wrapped your legs around me as I took you harder.

Then again the music behind was making me to act accordingly to the rhythm. Slowly biting your erected n*****s hard now, reaching my climax. You moan harder, yet couldn't help but to laugh "Ouch…. Arun…." You whined. which only made me to smirk looking at you. f**k you are hot. I rubbed your n*****s taking the pain away. You were breathing softly looking at me.

You placed your hand on my face as you rubbed my hair gently. Looking at my face. I kissed you hard. Pulling my c**k out from you. We both looked at the canvas. And started just rubbing our body on top of it. Making sure every part of the canvas was covered with paint, It also became quite a competition, You were under me, I was over you, we wanted to find who gets the most out of the Canvas, Blue or Gold. I had to pull your legs away to cover it in blue, I bite your ass when you tricked me on filling with gold.

 "Arun…" You whined yelling at me, hitting my chest hard, rubbing your ass cheek in pain. Fine today I decided to be a biter.  I couldn't help but to laugh, Then I pulled you close to me, You seat  on one of my lap, As my other leg was opened enough, for your to seat comfortably. I started to cuddle you, Both of my arms around you now. Kissing your check slowly. licking your shoulder. The background music helping on the process. "Tonight I celebrate my Love "By Peobo Byson and Roberta Flack. It's a memory to remember for sure. I just kept kissing you, feeling your touch, feeling your lips. You are so cute. Then again right, the paint started getting hard on us. 

I got up, Lifting you on the process, seeing our finished masterpiece on task. Blue and Gold everywhere. Not bad, It was nice art. I can also see your n****e shape or your butt crack print here and there. Yet if a stranger comes I don't think he or she would recognise it. 

"It looks lovely doesn't it…" You laughed while I hold your naked hips looking down on the canvas. It does, it f*****g does actually. 

You wore the slipers and you started placing the weights around it to make sure they dry nicely. While I wore my slipers too, Once you are done, I carried you up bridal style. You laughed holding my neck to support as we enter bathroom together. And starting scrub ourselves off. I was scrubbing you so hard, your skin became red on the process. I needed you clean. It's a thing, I can't explain why.

Sophie did mentioned in her blog description that the cleaning is for the partner to do, so it adds another element of intimacy to the experience. A good excuse for me too. You didn't look happy that much though. I saw you rolling your eyes here and there, of the rough scrubbing, making sure all the paint was off you, including your p***y lips and butt crack. 

Sorry Raya, I scrubbed myself bad too. "What about here… "you pointed at my limp member , Nice try,

"That's why I wore a condom..:"  I smirked, that only made you to role your eyes. f**k your cute. Once I'm sure both of us were scrubbed clean, we walked out from the bathroom. Feeling fresh enough. 

"Are you thirsty…. I'm goanna make something special for us… "You said smiling. I just nod seating on my computer table now, looking for some emails to check. 

You came back with two large wine glasses of cold Sangria. You have probably done it earlier and set it cooled down in the fridge. You do things like this which sorts of amaze me. 

We toasted this delicious drink and drank. You slept earlier than me on the bed after scrolling on your phone for a few minutes, I joined cuddling you awhile later after I was done with the emails.