Visitations @Visitations
A lovely summer's day in the city. The sun is shining down upon us, casting dappled shadows across the grass beneath our feet. My name is Berthe_iii, but you may call me Berthe, I am an 18-year-old art student from Paris. As I sit among my friends and classmates, I feel a sense of carefree joy that I don't often experience in the confines of our studio. Our ruffled dresses flutter gently in the breeze as we giggle and chat amongst ourselves. We are all so very alike, with our fair skin and golden tresses that seem to shine like the sun itself.
We have been friends since childhood, and it's not uncommon for us to sneak away from our studies to enjoy a picnic together. Today is no exception - I brought my sketchbook and pencils along, eager to capture the beauty of my companions on paper. As we sit here, surrounded by nature's splendor, I feel inspired to create something truly remarkable.
But alas, inspiration can be fleeting, and I find myself distracted by more than just the scenery around us. My eyes wander across the gathered group, landing upon a particular pair of breasts that seem to be beckoning me closer. Those delicate mounds of flesh are simply irresistible - I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gaze longingly at their beauty. My friends are all chatting and laughing together, completely unaware of the sensual stirrings taking place within me.
The air is filled
