Cute Vs Hot Novels & Stories

“I love you, too.” He gave her a smile so full of sweetness and happiness, she almost fell over. Curtis was a drop-dead sexy man when he was all growly, but when he smiled like this? Dear sweet Lord, the hotness factor went up about six thousand percent. Tessa was only human, after all, and she was seconds away from tearing off his clothes, and checking out just exactly how hot his whole body was. If his upper body was any indication of the rest of him, she might have a coronary on the spot the first time she saw him revealed in all his glory.

Arturo smirked, cracking up. “It's not my fault that I love food more than I love myself,” I giggled. “You're so fucking cute, babe,” he grinned. “Stop calling me cute,” I shot back. “I'm a grown woman. I'm sexy, not cute.” “You're so fucking cute when you get mad,” he laughed. “Stop calling me cute!” I scolded. “What if I told you you're sexy and cute, babe?” “Ehhhhh,” I replied sarcastically. “I guess I can roll with that.”

I smacked her "So you like him?" She asked "Like him? Not in a million years Celine." I chuckled "Really?" She teased "Yeah, why?" "He's freaking hot Dakota." "I don't look at guys because of their appearance." I shook my head "Leonardo is hot too. He's hotter than Nico." Celine said "Yeah hot but a bastard. Remind me to find someone ugly because they won't cheat if you're married." I said while scrolling my phone "You're beautiful, if you have an ugly guy, I won't be cool." She pouted

She huffed and narrowed her eyes at him. "Aww!, sweetheart, you look so cute in anger," Tristan said. Amy gave him toothy smile which was sarcastic and asked, "How do you know I possess a sweetheart? It can be bitter as well." Tristan grinned and said, "Ahh...then show me that bitter heart. sweethot." Sweet hot? "Ah...of course, it will burn you alive, you calotes." She said, smirking. "Uffff...this hotness, sweethot." Tristan pouted.

She questions and I smile as I applaud her. "It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease. "Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

"They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?" He had been skimming through the videos and finding one he liked, clicked on it. "Besides," he said. "Just because they're older doesn't mean they aren't hot. Hell Mom's beautiful Matt, you said it yourself this morning." "Beautiful yes," I nodded. "But that's different than hot or sexy." "Why?" Chris asked. "I, well umm, because she's...."

Her wet tank top showed off her gorgeous tits and her hiked up shorts showed off her fantastic round ass. Clutching one crutch with his arm, his hand reached down to rub his aching cock. As Cassie moved around the car, washing it thoroughly, he began to wonder if he was going to last through the whole thing. She was getting wetter and wetter as she went and soon her whole body was glistening, her tank top clung to every curve and so did her tiny shorts. Her firm thighs were wet as well as her lightly muscled stomach. She hadn't bothered to pull her shorts back into place and he was enjoying that view as well.

However, since she no longer saw Paige as an enemy, through closer contact, she gradually discovered the adorable side of Paige's personality. "What are you looking at?" Paige asked curiously when she noticed Tina staring at her strangely. Tina smiled and said, "I admire your cuteness." "Huh?" Paige was momentarily stunned. Seeing Paige's reaction, Tina found Paige even cuter. It turned out that even someone as composed as Chris liked his woman cute. What was sexiness compared to cuteness anyway? Anyone could be sexy just by putting on some heavy makeup and a short dress. However, cuteness was different; not everyone could pull it off, and faking it would not have the same effect.

Now he was paying careful attention to her breasts, kneading them, pulling at the nipples until they were dark and swollen. As always she wished her figure didn't have so many flaws, although Gabe didn't seem to mind that her hips were a little too wide, her tummy rounded, her buttocks a little too full. Or that her thighs just a little too fleshy. She considered herself plump but when she tried to disparage herself he got angry with her, telling her a man loved a lush figure like hers. It gave a man something soft to sink into, he argued, not some skinny body all angles and bones. He must be telling the truth, she thought, because he returned again and again and spent every moment they were

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.