Red Velvet Cookie Run Fanart Novels & Stories

Everything from polaroids depicting the lifestyle of BDSM to raw images that illustrated every sexual position you could think of and more. Every kink you could imagine had played a role in each of the pieces as well—this place was purely, uncensored sex. A place dedicated to exploring every aspect of sensuality, at its finest. Reaching the back wall of the room, I was brought face to face with the sole reason I had fallen in love with everything art had to offer: Raimondi's I Modi. The surviving album of engravings dedicated to the sixteen pleasures; the positions. Erotic art created during the early ages—a true primitive art form. A piece of work I could never get tired of looking at.

If the Run wasn’t such a horrible event for she-wolves, this forest would make a lovely place for young wolves to meet with others and fall in love. “Do you think the Run will ever end?” I ask, turning to look at Caden only to find his emerald eyes already trained on me. “I do. I have a feeling this will be the last Run by the end of today.” He answers, his eyes holding a flame of determination within them. Something deep inside me tells me that this is the truth and hope for a better future for all she-wolves lights inside me. After a moment of silence spanning between us, Caden leads me back into the cave where we find Amelia awake and dividing up the left over food. Taking a seat on the m

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.