Body Mod Stories Novels & Stories

He pauses when his eyes land on my half-naked body, a pair of nude lace bralette and its matching briefs covering my precious reserves. Immediately he casts his gaze away, astonished. I smile indulgently. Well, I'm an ex-model. Plenty of catwalks in lingerie have made me so bold and confident in my own skin. I feel normal. "I didn't know you're undressed. Sorry." Muttering his apology, Red tries to leave. "Can you check if the shower works?" I casually grab the towel from the wall-installed cabinet and wrap it around my body. "I tried but it still doesn't open." I glance at him.

Skin on skin. Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other. The friction was maddening. Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed. The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life. I nearly died for ecstasy. Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying. He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed.

“The body cleansing thing? With your stepdad and your brothers?” Heat flooded my face, and I nodded. “Ethan, Ryan, and my stepdad. All three of them are going to fuck me. It’s a tradition. They call it a body cleansing ceremony and they say it marks me as a woman in the family.” My voice cracked a little. “No limits or holding back.” Saying it out sent a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs. I squeezed my thighs harder trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse.

She wants to launch her new clothing line next week and they wouldn't want anything to ruin it. Emily was covered in bubbles as she sat down in the bathtub, her thoughts were running wild, she could still feel the mysterious guy run his hands through her flimsy gown, he touched her in the way no man has ever done. His pointed nose pressed against hers as he devoured her lips, his gaze was intense and unrelenting. She heard a knock on the door and immediately snapped out of her fantasies, She hated herself for thinking so horny when she should be thinking about how to make things right.

Lifting the little skinny body in his arms. "Oh Gale" Verss's voice was very soft. But... That's just the wild image in Gale's head just now. He had to clear his dirty head immediately. Gale nearly falls again as he rushes to the closet to put the first aid kit back in its place. Verss, who was still sitting on the couch, frowned at the clumsy behavior of his bodyguard, what a strange dude. Verss glanced at his clothes, unconsciously his shirt was opened to the fourth button. The clothes are indeed a bit troublesome, fit body shirts with long sleeves. He actually prefers to just wear t-shirts and jeans, but Edin is the one who hired an outfit stylist for him. And now every day it's like walk

Amber demanded. “That’s not for us to say, Amber. That’s your mother’s story to share.” “What?? Don’t you dare try to be self-righteous now!! You lied to me! As a matter of fact, both of you have been lying to me from the first day we met! You acted like you wanted to adopt me because you really liked me, but you were paid to do so, weren’t you?!”

Authentically, gloriously free. Beneath the photo was a caption, one Kareem read slowly, lips tightening with each word: “Reclaiming my body. Reclaiming my story. Modeling, motherhood, magic.” No tag. No sender. Just a digital dagger dropped in his inbox. For a few seconds, he said nothing. He zoomed in on the image, dragging two fingers across the screen until Zara’s belly filled the display. Pregnant. Proud. Bold. His jaw set. CHIEF KAREEM

After few minutes: She went to the washroom to clean herself and take a shower. After she came out of the shower , completely wet and naked he just kept looking at her flawless body . She was the most perfect specimen of a woman he has ever laid his eyes on . Her boobs looked even more perfect than he imagined them to be when he first saw her in parking. Her pussy was so tight that it's not even funny how physically perfect someone can be.

“You grew! Like you went through puberty! Damn! I cannot even belive you have boobs now and your hips are so asymmetrical and defined. Your shape got out.” “I know right? I was also shocked about how my body grew in like what-three months? And i added almost ten extra kilograms.” She had a light smile on her face and she was boasting but in a good way. “You look absolutely beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than any other woman i have seen.” “Okay, now you are just teasing me.” She bumped her fist on my shoulder and i moaned out a fake scream. “I am not teasing you. I can never tease you. I am being goddamn serious. Do you know how many guys would be flocking your messages because of their

She was beautiful. Not a magazine beauty, no. Not those retouched, smoothed, artificial bodies seen everywhere. A truer beauty, more vulnerable, more real. Her thighs a little strong, her soft belly with that crease when she stood straight, her slender arms, her prominent collarbones. Bruises on her hips how had she gotten them? Finger marks on her buttocks a recent lover? Old scars on her right knee a childhood fall, perhaps. Her body told a story. Hers. And it was that story that interested us, more than perfection.