Descriptive Traits Romane & Geschichten

At the very moment, a crystal orb-like something illuminated over my head, allowing me to see someone in front of me. My mouth just hung open in awe when I saw the woman in front of me. I had no words to describe her. She was so pretty, even the prettiest in the world would feel ashamed. Her long brown hair, milky white skin, big round ocean-blue eyes, heart-shaped red lips, long neck, and the curvy figure was such a brilliant combination I had never seen. I could not even imagine such a woman existed. Wait, she said she longed for me, right?

He replied and she nodded. She wanted to ask him a question but she felt intimidated, she didn't notice how handsome he looked at first. He has brown eyes which look like the colour of earth kissed by spring rain. He is cute but different from all others. He is handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. His dark hair really made him look so attractive. Still speaking of his brown eyes they were deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stare long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength and made him look so do

So why didn't he inquire about her club? But this guy thought she was cute? And why was her body on fire? 'Graceful, Valiant, Intimidating, Powerful, Captivating, Brave, and Daring' are some of the qualities used to describe her. Beautiful is another term that people use to describe her. But this was the first time she had been described as cute. Her face became hotter than any fire she had conjured as she glared at the ordinary-looking guy in front of her. "Don't say such things!"

I have never seen this side of him. So attractive. He is a man, but I dare to say, he is bewitching, irresistible, and deadly seductive. I think all my known adjective words to describe him right now do not give him justice. He was somehow a mixture of ferociously fierce and sweet. Playful and dedicated.

He smiled at her again then said, "Okay let me help you out, tell me when I say what best describes my appearance now... I look handsome?" "I know that you know that you are handsome but that's not the word I'm looking for," she said nodding her head. "Sexy? Hot? Attractive? Manly? Shapely? Sheen? Exceptional? Seriously none of these matches with what you have in mind?" He said pouting because, at this point, her laughter have gotten so loud that the sofa she was sitting on was vibrating. " I never knew that you are a narcissist, but I'm sorry to disappoint you but none of your so many Narcist descriptions fits and they aren't anything close to what I have in mind.”

“Ok. Ok, Grey. That’s cool. I’ll back off, but answer my question. Is it a person you’re feeling?” I suck in my top lip and nod. Another tear slides down my cheek. Curtis nods. “Ok. Do you know what this person looks like?” I suck in a breath as a couple more tears fall. “5 feet one inch. Silky, sandy blonde hair you want to grip in your hands. Soft, milky skin you want to spend forever touching. Big, brown eyes you want to gaze in forever. Scent that infects every pore of your soul.” My breath hitches as I pour out my description. My gun hand is shaking.

"I'm waiting." "Well. Hardworking, ambitious, strong, smart, helpful, charming, handsome, funny, dependable, mischievous, understanding and mature. I don't know but there's something about him that draws people to him. It's obvious that he is good looking but I don't think he grabs people's attention because of that."

Luckily for her, his descriptions from the staff had been; Intelligent, Kind-hearted, Courageous and Hardworking. But those were just the kind of words that would pop up on a character profile of any other boss. They had to have all of the mentioned traits. She was about to see his true traits. He'd called for her attention minutes ago, and she'd been late again-halted and interviewed by Ms Lily, as she'd implied.

The words flowed from the page like magic, fluid and provocative and horny as all living fuck. Her descriptions of me were both flattering and apt. She’d captured everything from the way my jaw hardened in agitation to the way my brows furrowed when I was concentrating. She’d noticed the length of my fingers and the broad span of my hands. The way I paced with purpose when moving from one part of the office to another. How my thighs strained in my suit trousers when I was rising from sitting. How my dick hung slightly to the right when I leaned against the worktop in the company kitchen.

I replied, attempting to cool his flaming excitement, although a part of me shared the same elation he exuded. "But... But what's she like?" He pressed, coming closer and settling in the seat in front of my desk. "She's amazing," I breathed, the thought of Didi causing my heart to quicken in a way only she had been able to accomplish in such a short period. "She's sweet and vibrant," I added, describing the taste of her smile. "The captivating scent that seemed to cling to her skin. Her fiery personality that drew us to her in the first place. Her smile can brighten even the darkest day. Her skin is beautiful; a chocolate shade that's simply breathtaking.