The Painting
You have your art, your paintings. american paintings. these are just silly, simple paintings yes? just little blobs of ink compared to your american art." "oh no! not at all mr. hokusai! your paintings are wonderful!
Lines of Crimson
_lines of crimson_- .....delicately, he applied the strokes of paint to the girls skin. like the sun shining down and giving life to the forest, the lines of crimson streaked across her pale face; giving life to his canvas.
TAKING ADVANTAGE CHAPTER 2
The otter let Connor put his clothes back on. He couldn't help but splutter constantly after the strain put on his throat. Matt was glowing with satisfaction. His dick still hung out of his pants, sticky and wet looking. Connor thought of the taste of...
TAKING ADVANTAGE
first story ever! letting out some pent up hormones, of course all fictional blablabla, nothing references reality etc. do not read if uncomfortable with cub, nonconsentual sex... TAKING ADVANTAGE CHAPTER 1 Connor approached the high school. he had...
Dost Thou Knoweth Not? War is Art!
Their instruments of art, unique in shape, are dipped into the paint flowing within. they brush each other, paint slung ev'rywhere. the land begins to shine with crimson hues.
Things Got Better
Sherry went to work on him right then, painting his cheeks a light tan, and fluffing them up big and round. she painted his ears up higher on his head, round and soft.
COLLEGE
Xpside side note: i forgot to say that i'm gonna pick up on drawing or painting as well. why? well... i just found out how good it feels to draw stuff. even if they're bad and stuff. still. this is a thing now. i'm drawing. i'm a part time musician...
A World Apart - Prologue
There has always been something about this time of year that has bothered me. I have never been able to put a finger on exactly what it is that makes me so upset with it, though I know a few of the contributing factors. Something does not add up. I...
Painting a Masterpiece
Seen that the brush never dipped into the paint cannister.
Painted With Passion
Tango returns home, seeing her body covered in paint and spilled juices.
Only a Painting
I painted, lightly, a red floor and then drew shadows of an undrawn scene there. i went back, over the paint to correct slight errors. finally, i went to the main scene; my breathe becoming heavy with each stroke.
Painting With Pain
It was vividly apparent that the painter was enjoying the creation of the painting that she was painting a painting within the painting. (:3) her brush was flung back behind her head in a frenzy of creative energy.