TANGLES IN SIN( a short collection of erotica stories.)

Tia’s longtime crush strode into the class, her eyes lighting up with excitement. He was the quiet guy in her art class, his eyes always buried in his sketch book or typing on his laptop. With his messy blonde hair, his big glasses and oversized sweats. He screamed nerd. She imagined his weekend to be spent watching comics or reading Self help books rather than hitting the gym or parting. There was something about his eyes that made her stomach flip. She stared at him all the time, even when lectures were going on. She imagines what it would be like to run her hands through his hair. One Afternoon after lectures, Tia overhears Ethan complaining to the professor. “Sir… I need a model for the Project.” He said, his voice low. “It’s a nude series, focusing on the human form and vulnerability. It’ll be tough to find someone.” “I understand Ethan,” the professor nodded. “Post a flier outside the studio. Someone might be willing to help.” He assured him. Tia’s heart raced. A nude project? With Ethan? Her chest almost exploded. She imagined herself posing for him, she pictures his Eyes on her body, tracing every curve. It was risky, but it excited her. Tia had always been confident in her looks. Her long black hair, her hourglass figure from Pilates, and a smile that turned heads. She believed this was her chance to get closer to him. Maybe something would happen. She waited till the professor left and approached him as he packed his bag. “Hey Ethan. I heard from you about your project . The nude thingy?” He looked up, adjusting his glasses. “Yes, it’s for my portfolio.” “I could model for you. I mean if you don’t mind. I’m not shy.” She said casually. His eyes lit up. “Absolutely. Tia right? From class?” She nodded. “It sounds like an experience. When do you want to start?” He hesitated,” Tomorrow. At the campus studio. 7PM. I have a key.” “Perfect,” she smiled, walking away. Her body shook with thrill. This was her in. The next evening, Tia arrived at the studio. The room was dimly lit. Ethan has arrived earlier, arranging his supplies. His sketch pad, charcoal and the stool at the spot light. He wore his usual baggy cargo pants and brown. Sweater. “Hey” he greeted. “Thanks for this again, I promise it’ll be professional.” He smiled shyly. “No problem “ she nodded, setting down her bag. She had worn an easy to slip dress. “So how does this work?” “You’ll pose on the stool, nude. And I’ll sketch you from different angles” he responded. She nodded, moving behind a curtain to change. She felt a mix of excitement and nerves. What if he liked what he saw? What if it led to something else? She smiled at the thought. Her skin prickled as she sat on the stool. She felt exposed under the light. His gaze was intense but focused on his pad, not lingering in a creepy way. “Relax your arms” he instructed as his pen scratched the paper. They worked for a while in silence. Only the sound of his pen scraping against the paper and her breathing was heard. She stared at him intensely, watching his brows furrow and sweat drip down. She finally spoke up, ending the silence. “You’re good at this,” she smiled. “Thanks” he responded, not sparing her a glance. “You’re a great model as well, natural pose.” They continued in silence, she turned whenever he asked, she arched her back and relaxed her arm at his command. His eyes scanned her body a few times, but she caught some times that lingered more than usual. Was he checking her out? The thought made her heart flutter. After a while, he kept his pen down. “Alright, that’s it for today. We’ll do one more tomorrow.” She dressed quickly,"Same time tomorrow?” “Yes.” He responded. Tia replayed everything in her head on her way home. The thrill that came with being stark naked in front of Ethan made her smile. She couldn’t wait for their next session. Maybe if she pushed a little, there might be some spark under that sweater. The next evening, she arrived earlier. Ethan came in, setting up the lights and cushions for her. She undressed quickly, striking a pose on the cushion Ethan had set for her. “Arch your back” he said, sketching furiously. As he continued, Tia decided to chat. “So what got you into art? You look so… dedicated.” “It helped me explain stuff I can’t say.” He smiled faintly. “Stuffs like?” Tia continued, her voice teasing. “Emotions and desires” he glanced at her as their eyes met. Her breath caught. Was this some sort of hint? She opened her leg slowly, giving him a slight view. His pencil stopped, then resumed. The air thickened. Tia was aroused just by watching him. “One more session?” She asked as she dressed up. “Yeah“ He responded, his voice now raspy “We’ll wrap it up tomorrow, “ he added. Tia smiled home, anticipation building. Tomorrow might just be the night that things will change. The next evening, Tia arrived with butterflies. The Studio smelled heavily of charcoal. But something was different. Ethan’s movement was different. It was more intense and sharper. “Last pose. Let’s make it unique.” He said. Tia laid on her tummy, her ass arched up, his gaze fixed on him. She watched him tug his sweater as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “It’s hot in here” she commented “ you could take off your sweater.” He hesitated, then he nodded."Yeah maybe.” He placed his sketch book on the stool as he pulled the sweater over his head revealing a white T-shirt underneath. But as the fabric lifted, Tia’s eyes widened. His arm and chest were covered in intricate tattoos. Various designs of dragons, skulls, writings and various patterns that screamed anything but nerdy. His body, toned and well defined. What looked like it was made through hours of weight lifting. “Wow” she breathed. “I never expected this” He smirked, something shifting in his eyes."People assume a lot about me.” He said, pulling the T-shirt and tossing it aside. In that moment, her crush transformed. He was no longer the shy Ethan. Heat pooled between her legs. “Keep posing” his voice deepened. His tone, now commanding. His sketching speed increased, his gaze hotter. He finally set his sketch pad, walking towards her. “You’ve been teasing me during these sessions” he uttered, standing over her. “Have I?” She replied, her voice teasing. He knelt in front of her, his hands trailing her thighs. “Yes, and I am done pretending.” He breathed.