Couple Art Reference Novels & Stories

Valentine chuckled and shook his head and came out of the room. …………………………... The next afternoon, he took her to the art exhibition. All different types of fine arts like painting and drawings, calligraphy, photography, pottery, and sculptures were displayed in a huge hall. Many people came to see the exhibition. Lisa walked into the hall slowly and looked around in a reverie. An attractive smile brightened her face gradually. Her step halted in front of an oil painting portrait of a couple. In that portrait, a man was looking affectionately at a woman with his hands on her waist. The woman was looking up with the same intensity at the man. It looked so real and Lisa couldn’t avert her eyes

She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic. Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

~Adam~ We went to the farthest corner of the Art Gallery. Most of my paintings weren't there and they were mostly happy pictures, sketches, and all by secondary school students. Nothing deep or overly intriguing. It's kinda exhausting to look at too happy pictures. It's kind of depleting. And not exactly depicting. Kunmi had not exactly said a thing since we got here, just looking at the pictures and following my lead. "This is yours."

54 ****Maurice's POV**** Months later, Natalie and I had just visited an art museum and was heading out. We had dropped our car over at a car wash, before arriving with a taxi to the museum. The sculptures, artefacts and paintings were beautiful to behold, and Natalie and I found the painting of a male and female in an official setting, very fanciful. Somehow, it resonated our love. I saw the dreamy way Natalie watched the painting all through. While both tugged in a two piece black joggers, Natalie and I made our way through. Her hands were placed into her pocket.

He paints like Goya. ‘The girls on the swings.’ She recognised it, though it shone as never before, luscious, vibrant with colour. It was almost possible to hear the girls giggling as they displayed their pink, wet and wonderful lower lips to their beaux. Flower-wreathed, breathing out a corrupted innocence, the wanton girls were tempting, the skill of the artist portraying-every nuance. Their young breasts, their nubile flesh, the subtle hues, the detailed sketchwork combined to produce a work of art both pleasing in an aesthetic sense and torrid in the extreme. Involuntarily Karen’s hand dipped down to the apex of her thighs. Through the linen she could feel the warmth of her pubic hair. S

“Ok. I’m going to go take a shower while you finish up.” “Ok. What do we have planned for today?” “Um…if you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to, but….um…..there is an art studio in town that is doing a couples painting class today, and I signed us up. It’s stupid, but I thought we might have some fun.” “It’s not stupid. It could be fun. Do you know what we’ll be painting?” “Oh. Yeah. Here.” Chastity reached across me for her laptop, and pulled up the website for the studio. The picture was of a the moon over the woods. It looked a bit complicated, but if she wanted to do it, I would.

My eyes trailed after him as he disappeared into his room. **** As we stepped into the art gallery, the atmosphere was filled with a low hum of conversations and the soft clinking of glasses. The walls were adorned with vibrant pieces, each telling its own story. Luca and I moved through the crowd, our shoulders occasionally brushing as we navigated the space. My eyes were immediately drawn to a large canvas in the center of the room—a pregnant woman, her hands placed beneath her bump, and different flowers covering her eyes.

I said. "But...." "Not. Happening." I looked at the others. "We stay together. All of us. That's non-negotiable." Everyone nodded. We took the middle tunnel. It sloped downward, deeper into whatever this world was built on. The glowing walls grew brighter here, revealing carvings. Ancient symbols I didn't recognize. "Wait," Erina said, stopping. She was staring at the symbols. "These are... instructions." "Instructions for what?" Willow asked.

The biggest piece was a woman sprawled on a huge bed covered in red drapes, legs spread wide, a fat prick was buried in her slick pussy. Her face was blissed out, eyes rolled back in dick heaven. Shit!!! It was a long time, Donna looked like that. Her nipples tightened more and a hot rush flooded her bare slit. Horace caught her staring with wide eyes and chuckled. "Those are mine and Taylor's paintings. We both love painting people in their rawest, sexiest forms." Donna tried to sound normal. This was way outside her comfort zone. "That's... That's... Lovely. "

He swung his long legs over, effortlessly scooped me up along with the tablet, and sat down, settling me on his lap. "Gathering material from a wide range of sources, Mrs. Knight." His finger traced the female lead on the screen, pinned against the pool edge in an obscene pose. "Have we tried this one?" My ears burned crimson. I doubled down. "Art comes from life, but it's above life!" "Above life?" He laughed low and lifted me by the waist. "Seems I haven't been working hard enough. My wife has to rely on imagination." "That's not it! I—"