Guts Artwork Novels & Stories

“Diaphonous Diaprio. To see through a heart torn asunder.” I should win a gold medal for the sheer willpower it takes to not roll my eyes. His artwork isn’t the only thing that’s transparent. I clear my throat again, which gives me the idea to get up and grab myself a glass of water from the cart in the corner. “I’m sure that will bring in a good crowd. Very marketable.” When I return to my seat, I casually pull it far away from him. It’s amazing to me how the smell of cologne I once enjoyed smells almost rotten. His close proximity now makes my skin crawl.

Hell, even the gate guard was with us, excitedly opening a green paint can. "Let's do this." Ace whispered in my ear. I turned to gaze into those chocolate orbs. "Let's do this." I whispered back. "Oh Fuck, you gotta see this." Dylan said proudly after some time, backing away from his newly made art. It was something that looked like a huge fat blue stick and the tip was inside a red - bowl? A bread stick inside soup bowl? And then I saw the folds in the bowl and two half circles at the top. A phallus inside a genitalia.

Then I did and my eyes widened. I gasped and looked at him. But Alec grinned casually as though he'd just made a big declaration and resumed staring at the stage as Victor Lane took over the microphone again. “Our first piece is titled ‘After the Harvest' an oil on canvas, 18 by 24 inches. Ruth Anderson captures a scarecrow in silhouette against a burning orange sky, arms outstretched like he was guarding something sacred. We’ll open the bid at five thousand dollars.” “Five thousand. Five-five. Six! Six-five. Seven thousand to the gentleman by the aisle. Do I hear seventy-five hundred?”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

GUTEMBERG Still holding the photo album, I felt a tremor run through my body. Each page turned was a punch in the gut, a raw and revolting demonstration of the monstrosity that surrounded me. The faces of the girls, some so young they could have been in high school, stared at me with empty expressions, as if every spark of hope had already been ripped out of them. It was unbearable. “The best on the market, Gutemberg. We hand-picked them,” said KJ, with a disgusting smile and eyes shining with an enthusiasm that made my blood boil.

Kim gloated and I looked down smiling, Michael had turned his body a bit to listen in on their conversation as they sold the idea that this is the ultimate painting everyone should have. "From a professional perspective, I think Laid Down is his best piece, you should go see that one before you decide ladies," I said to them and Gwen cocked her head to the side. "Professional? Are you an artist too?" "Yes, I just graduated though, but I'm also being featured here tonight," I said to them and they gave out impressed expressions. "Oh really?" Kim asked and I almost giggled at the sound of her snappy accent. "And what's the name of your piece miss?"

“These curves… they’ve haunted my dreams since I first laid eyes on your work. Soft where a woman should be soft, made to be gripped, marked, worshipped.” I arched into him with a needy whimper, my fingers threading through his dark hair. The gallery lights cast a golden glow over us, highlighting the contrast— his sharp, commanding presence against my yielding form. Outside, the rain poured harder, thunder rumbling like approval from the heavens. This wasn’t just desire; it felt like destiny unfolding in the shadows, a plot twist in my carefully ordered life as an artist chasing validation through cold clay.

“Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,” He shook his head, shedding alligator tears to stop me. Does he forget that I stopped feeling a long ago and his tears are bringing nothing but satisfaction to my heart? Poor thing. Yet, he’s going to be a prime example for those, whoever is out there, considering betraying me, will have to go through worse than this. When my man slit his intestine, his slow yelps satisfied my soul as he was dying of agony. The flood of blood came through his abdomen to my feet as I dipped my brush in it and used it to make his internal organs.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

He gently pushed me forward as he added, "Look in the center of the piece and tell me what you see." I looked closely and finally gasped when I saw it, I leaned closer to Andrew so no one else could hear me as I whispered, "I swear that looks like an asshole in the center." Andrew chuckled softly and then guided me back around the room, showing me the hidden gems in all of the pieces. All of the works had hard cocks or assholes hidden throughout. They were all subtlety done and you couldn't see them unless you really looked. I smiled and said, "I guess the artist has a very Giger-esque quality to their work."