Not yet

I take a deep breath before continuing to look at the other artists and their art. Each and every art piece seems to cover my struggle to resist my urges. Or maybe that's just how I'm interpreting things. The only thing I want to do is give in and begin touching myself. My fingers twitch at the thought. My pussy throbs at the thought. My mind goes mad at the thought.

The art all begins to blur. I'm hollow, simply nodding along as artists make their comments about their work. There's only one thing on my mind and I'm sure at least one of these artists can tell what that is. I'm no artist myself, but my reactions have probably painted a picture of my inner turmoil.

When I get to the final artist, my heart begins to race. I'm so close to what I want. All I have to do is suffer a little longer before I can finally get out of here and deal with my urges. A part of me feels bad that I'm being so dismissive. After all, these artists have done a great job of capturing me on paper, but art is frankly the last thing on my mind.

"Do you like it?" The artist asks.

"Yeah. It's great."

"You've said that for the last few pictures."

Yeah. I know. I'm sorry but I've got other things on my mind than your art. "Sorry. I'm not much of an artist."

Magnus turns to me and says "Well, do you have a favorite?"

"Uh... I liked them all."

Magnus smiled. "Very diplomatic. Would you like to get dressed?"

"Yeah. I probably should get back to the office."

"Of course. Thanks for coming along."

"No problem. See you guys."

The class and I exchange waves before I rush to Magnus' office. There, I'm left to my own devices. First thing first, I rip my robe off, before thinking just how I'm going to release all this pent up arousal.