Aesthetic Peachy Novels & Stories

"I am not worthy of him." Gale did not like hearing this. She took Peach's hand and looked around. When she saw that no one was paying attention, she said, "Peach, you are the cutest, most innocent and self-disciplined girl I have ever seen. You are very good, don't undercut yourself. You are a match for any man." "But... he is really a good man." "You are also excellent. At a young age, you are the chief designer of the jewelry design department of Wood Group."

“I think the Peach is best, I like the way the alluring color matches your skin, it gives off a nice calming touch” “Wow, Mirable! You’re unnatural, I’m taking the peach then!” Her words made me feel strangely warm and I found myself smiling sheepishly, then she focused on other aspects, like her hair and accessories I kept glancing at my watch. I didn’t want to be late for the dinner or give anyone another reason to talk down on me. “Are you going somewhere? You keep staring at your watch” I blinked back nervously. “Oh yeah, I have a work dinner to attend this evening”

Pregnancy paranoia had turned me into that woman, and I wasn’t even sorry. We tried three dresses before we found it. Peach. Soft. Grassy undertones. Flowing in a way that skimmed instead of clung. The fabric moved when I breathed. Cleverly structured around the waist. Distracting ruffles in the right places. Leah circled me, nodding. “Yeah. This one lies.” The makeup was gentle. Glowy, but not loud. Skin first. Eyes warm. Lips barely there. I looked… good.

Ace chuckled as if my question, or maybe his answer, amused him, "Fucking come for me before I change my mind about it." My body obeyed, the tension in my muscles springing free like a coil. The orgasm that held me in its clutches was vicious. It rippled through me, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that I had no business feeling. It felt wrong and yet, so God damned right. Ace's name was a chant upon my lips, praising him for the way he used my body and brought pleasure to it.

Avery picked up a peach in surprise and said, "I thought it wasn’t the season for peaches yet." "You can have them at any time of the year you want, as long as you have money. Try it!" Tammy urged. Avery nodded with a smile. Jun took the chance to take a picture of her biting into the peach. The photo looked great. Everything was perfect: structure, lighting, and the general outlook of the photo. Avery looked both seductive and adorable in the photo. Jun sent the photo to Ben, and Ben could not help but exclaim after seeing it.

I hoped she was good, these days it was harder and harder to find my sweet release, if she couldn't get the job done I'd have to move onto a different lady. I glanced at the list again, the next one I'd choose if Violet couldn't help me or the next time I came into the club if she could was a lady by the name of Peaches. I loved peaches, they were my favorite fruit, sweet but also tart at the same time; never too sweet nor too tart, just perfect.

I then returned to the dressing room to be fitted with the outfit for todays video. Nate one of the directors explained todays concept. "So, Peaches, you are going to walk into Andreas' office as his secretary. You will inform him of his itinerary etcetera and then we will do a clock thing to show that time has passed then the day will end and then you will return to tell him you are leaving. He will fuck you over the table and against the window. We will get a drone to record outside the office to get some good angles and shots there. The long wig that you have on can cover most of your face to help you maintain your anonymity. There might be times where we need to adjust things here and th

“Presentation matters.” When dessert arrives, I laugh so hard I nearly cry. The cake is a perfect peach. Like … not just peach-shaped, but with a tiny stem and a glimmering sugar leaf and even a tiny little dimple where a real peach will have that crease. And a cute, friendly worm sticking out at the side.