Descriptive Traits Novels & Stories

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

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.”

"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."

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.

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.

She immediately clicked the site and read through it. "The most serial killer traits are: Lack of Empathy, Lack of Remorse, Impulsivity, Grandiosity, Narcissism, Superficial Charm, Manipulation, Addictive Personality, Lust for Power, Sensation Seeking, The Macdonald Triad" she read through and with a disturbed look she raised her head from her laptop. "Lack of Empathy?" Her voice trailed. She tried imagining how Stephanie was, with the little time she got to know Stephanie, she wanted to check if her characteristics match these ones on G****e.

Tentatively at first, but then growing bolder in her answers, mother explained exactly why she wanted me so much. Motherslut explained watching me grow into a very attractive young man, of seeing how much of a good person I was, how I was intelligent, thoughtful, independent, and honest. She went on at great lengths about my good personality traits and other intangible qualities about me that she found attractive and desirable. Then taking a deep breath, she described my physique and physical appearance like she was describing a marble statue of some Greek god. Finally growing bold, motherslut described how attentive I was as a lover, my incredible sexual prowess and longevity in lovemaking,

I didn't understand what he meant by a sensualist, but I could understand that it was not something good to be when Shaurya was around. " I don't know, what you are saying I was just describing the mango. " " The description matches you more than any mango in the world. You are all those adjectives you quoted for a mango. Smooth, sweet, juicy, scented... Hearing you talk like that, I want to drown in you..." He said.

So how would I describe myself? I would say, beautiful, confident, adventurous and free-spirited. My mom called me an adrenaline junkie during one of our arguments. My daddy told me one of the qualities he admire about me is my charisma. A colleague said I am unpredictable. I've also been called mischievous, too playful, the ice princess and a blond bimbo. The latter, many times by people who don't really know me. I bet Mia also think I'm just a blond bimbo.