Asta Physique Novels & Stories

Zara always looks so strong but the past two months have been a lot on her, mentally and physically. “ I think I must have stressed you too much by making you walk all day when we went out.” She shakes her head lightly. “ It was a much needed exercise. I’ve been too lazy to go on walks. Moving behind her, I let her rest her head on my chest and then, I place my palms under her stomach, lifting it slightly. She melts into me, releasing a sigh of relief. “ Oh, yeah, that feels so good” “ uh uh? You want to stay like this all day? I don’t mind”

Today, she was naked, on her knees, and surrounded by cócks. Lisa was 32 years old and had an angelic face. Her long dark curls cascaded to the middle of her back. She was five-foot-four and weighed no more than 125 pounds. She had a tiny waist and big boobs. Despite the size of her bouncy tits, her hourglass figure had even more sand at the bottom. Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl.

I looked away from his incredibly composed face which had been my focus. My throat constricted as I breathed. his chest. Heavens please. His chest was a work of art. Tightly packed broad rippling and sculpted muscle. His bronzed smooth skin stretched tautly over a massive expanse of well-defined abs and pecs. There was a slight alluring dusting of dark hair that was directed at his pants. He appeared to have been sculpted from marble by a highly skilled and perhaps slightly perverted artist. He was a living example of peak physical perfection and items that ought to be labeled with a warning.

She leaned forward on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the hallway where Asher had disappeared, her voice filled with admiration. The stretchy tank top clung perfectly to the man’s strong, athletic frame. Under the weight, the muscles at his nape and shoulder blades rose like small mountains, full of explosive power; his back and waist were taut and straight, forming a powerful inverted triangle; his exposed, wheat-colored arms showed clear, fluid muscle lines, robust and solid, every inch seemingly brimming with boundless energy. The sight would make anyone exclaim inwardly: Oh! My! God! He was practically the walking embodiment of hormones and the aesthetics of strength.

"You… You just kissed…" Matteo looked pale. Confusion battled across his face, breaking through his usual cynical expression. "You don't think my abs are disgusting?" I shook my head wildly and fixed my gaze on his chest. I grabbed one of his pecs and squeezed. "These muscles had to be sculpted by the gods themselves, Handsome! Who the hell would think they're disgusting?!" I meant every word. His musculature looked sharper and more refined than that of my fellow Nymphomist peers who devoted themselves to swordplay and combat.

Just know he was there. It was past ten. He was supposed to get up and get himself to company class, but he couldn't make himself leave her. He'd be lying if he claimed that what the physiotherapist had said about her weight didn't bother him. Asya's fitted white tank top left most of her upper body exposed. She was small, as she probably preferred it as a ballerina. But her collarbone was almost too stark against her pale skin, her ribs too visible through the flimsy fabric.

She pulled open the slightly opened door, which revealed a room full with gym equipment. She saw Marcus hoist a large metal barbell, she bit her bottom lip and gazed dreamily at his heated muscles. He was clad in a black singlet and shorts. She watched him lift the weight as his muscles grew stronger, sweat dripping from his brow to his shirt, creating magnificent muscular lines. Alessia's mouth was wet as she licked the side of her lips. His muscles grew larger and more evident as he gained power.

Ugh, it makes me shudder. It also sends a mild tingle up and down my body as I think what Alex Stone does look like under his t-shirt and tight jeans. It’s no secret to the world that man is made of stone, beautifully hand crafted, cut stone. With abs that are so defined you just want to trail your fingers over them and use your tongue to glide across each defined aspect. He has that impressive, I’ve worked out hard defined V down to what I can only assume is an impressive cock.

Of course he was shirtless. Sweat shone across a broad, sculpted chest and carved abs that looked like they were photoshopped in real life. His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead as he powered through a set of pull ups on the rig nearby. His muscles flexed and rippled with every rep. Thick veins stood out on his forearms, and when he dropped down and shook out his arms, Dalia's mouth immediately went dry at the way his shorts hung low on his hips.

Anastasia "I'm confused, Victoria. What is it about that particular thing that appeals to girls? It's painful; it's repulsive; it's humiliating." I turned to face her once more, lifting my sweatshirt to expose the marks on my body. She was taken aback by the sight of them, some resembling handprints, others forming straight or jagged lines. My skin was covered in marks, fading below my waistline, and all the discoloration left me feeling marked. "This is not visually appealing."