Gonta Gokuhara Fanart Novels & Stories

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

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D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Giving Higan a condom to put on, I squirted a decent amount of lube on my hand before rubbing it on his latex covered dick. He lay back on the pillows and I got on top of him before slowly guiding him inside me. I began to move, my ass bouncing on his dick and I rested my hands on his chest as I moaned at the fullness. Higan held my ass, kneading and groping the flesh as he let me ride him to my heart's content.

With or without my consent or approval. Sighing, I leaned back into the chair and whipped out my phone. I didn't know what else to say to the driver. And there was this artist I had been viewing his works in the media. He was amazing. Asian portrait artist Kimura Hakira. He had this odd way of tugging at heartstrings with his portraits. I scrolled through his site, viewing the art works he had uploaded when I came across a poster. "No way," I whispered, clicking on the poster. "No freaking way!"