Like old times

It’s unpredictable how our animal halves make us behave. When I first kissed Epona, what I felt was instant and clear, although I confess behaved somewhat chaotically. It was Pavlovian. When she touched my cock, it was like the first time anyone had touched it, myself included. I felt chills run up my spine. She wasn’t entirely hard yet, but I soon found out that horses, when compared to dogs, usually need some extra seconds until they reach a full erection, so I savored it like ice cream. When I smelled her balls and cock I was already salivating. Such a strong scent. It was more than Pavlovian. She didn’t even need to ask me to open my mouth and I already knew how sweet she is, I mean, how sweet her precum is. Oh... I’m so predictable. This week was no different. I told her, “Epona, dear, it’s been a while since you don’t take your dog for a walk”. She said, “Leto, I don’t have a dog”, and then I gave her my leash, already attached to my neck. She blushed. Just like old times.

* * *

Hey, hey! Quaraci here!

This month's painting is a homage to some of Leto's first appearances, more than seven years ago (whew! Time flies, people!). I had such a different approach to painting back then, and I was still struggling with one of the most tricky bad habits of digital painting to overcome: smooth edges everywhere, mainly due to an overuse of airbrush-like tools. Finding out the right proportion of hard and soft edges that any particular painting requires is a skill that few have truly mastered, but I feel we're making good progress every single day. Yay!

I'm so glad we reached 40 patrons during October as well (these things vary a lot, of course, but it makes my day when we get a bit closer to a new milestone)! I feel we're on the right path, both technically and thematically. =^____^= Yay us!

Thank you all so much for your love and support! Enjoy!

Q.