Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

"How did I lose him? I thought I was paying attention to all his moves!" The man is well built, with a height of about 5'2 feet tall. He has short curly, brown hair which adds gentleness to his face. He's fair, with lots of muscles on his chest. The white shirt he was putting on, look so tight on him and shows some of his abs. After venting out his anger, he hopped down from his jeep and brought out his phone from his pocket. He dialled a number and waited patiently for the person to pick up the call.

That certainly sounded like him. He turned around, unable to see the man's face but recalling it well enough from memory. The man had possessed long hair even when he was young. Pitch-black and wavy, always tied loosely with a signature red ribbon that hung behind his back. His eyes were long and narrow, carrying the shape of a serpent's gaze, while his lips naturally formed a thin smile that seemed permanently stretched with an unsettling calmness. He appeared to be a man around thirty years old. At least visually.

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi

There is no way this gentle man is that guy. His goatee mustache perfectly matches his untidy brown hair that’s long on the top and shaved on the sides. His light purple eyes are unusual but gorgeous. A strong jaw line. His body is perfect. He has a 6 pack, strong broad shoulders, huge arm muscles. At around 6 foot 5 he makes me feel like a child with my height but I don’t mind. He has a perfect firm ass that just makes you want to stare at it. I grab his shirt and pull him towards me planting my lips on his. His lips are perfect. Plump but not to plump with the perfect cupids bow. If I had my way, I’d be kissing them all the time. Just thinking about it is making my core quiver.

If I am honest, this guy is the most intimidating but breathtaking man I have ever laid my eyes on. This man was a mix of Caucasian and African American, with beautiful dark skin shade in between milk chocolate and caramel. He has naturally long curly brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders and refined strong facial features that makes him look like a model right out of a Vogue catalogue. Strong hazel eyes and plump lips with a sharp jawline.

He carries himself with an upright posture, exuding self-assurance and charisma. His facial features are striking, characterized by a chiseled jawline and a well-defined, symmetrical face. His eyes, whether they are piercing green, hold an intensity that draws others in. They reflect intelligence, determination, and an underlying warmth that hints at his compassionate nature. A well-groomed head of hair, styled with precision, adds to his overall polished appearance. It may be neatly combed and styled or effortlessly tousled, depending on the level of formality. His hair color is hue of brown that complements his complexion and enhances his overall attractiveness.

“I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some grief about it whenever I see him.” She shrugged. His pretty gaze softened. “It’s beautiful. Anyone is foolish who wants you to cut it. I don’t know how anyone could find it annoying. I have long hair. It’s not nearly as long as yours but long hair for a man isn’t fashionable it seems, from what I’ve been told by our media consultants. I also refused to cut my hair short but I do allow them to keep it at this length. I am responsible and hope humans see me as such. I hope you leave

I quickly turned around and I almost gasped when I saw a man standing in the middle of the roof deck. He was big, almost six feet tall if I wasn't mistaken in my estimate because his muscular body was covered in a T-shirt. The man's black hair was messy as if a comb had never gone through it. It was hanging over his face but I could still see a straight nose and a set of squared jaw with a night's worth of stubbles. Although I am not familiar with men because I had only met women in the past years, I would say with confidence that this guy was someone that others would consider handsome.

I grip the caddy with both hands now. His medium-length black hair, styled with blond highlights, swooped lazily towards the back, some strands falling off to the side. He had used his wet hands to comb it backward. Men with long hairstyles and bears can combine sexy and masculine in a fashionable look begging to be tempered with, and boy would I love to temper Omar. A water drop rolls down his neck, slowly coming to a stop on the nook of his collarbone. From there down as pure sin, well-defined pectorals, chocolate bar abs, V... He places his curled index finger under my chin, pulling my eyes to meet his.

Not young men like Harvey or Joe, or Jayden or Olly. Carlos didn’t have a boyish look on his face at all! He was a manly-man. His hair was cut short, his brows were arched beautifully, a hint of facial hair on his jaw was visible, his hair had a hint of grey and his body was buff. It was obvious that this man works out in the gym. He wore a suit that couldn’t hide his hard biceps. She wondered how he really looked under it.