Female Slender Man Novels & Stories

Jenise looked up and saw a man she did not recognize from earlier. "Who are you?" She asked suspiciously. He was American, and very beautiful, if she could say so. His lips were plum and he had the soft facial features of a woman. There were dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. There was nothing feminine about his body, though. Rippling muscles covered a trim figure, and she could feel herself literally salivating. "You know, we all look pretty normal after cleaning up." He winked at her and picked up the box effortlessly.

The perfect body proportions, delicate collarbones, and slender legs are all perfectly balanced, exuding pure beauty. Looking at her beautiful figure in the mirror, Elaine smiled gently, her lips forming a soft curve of pure freshness. "It looks amazing," Sylvia happily twirled around her, not forgetting to praise herself. "I told you, you look best in white." "I like it too." Elaine narrowed her eyes slightly, and a coldness flashed through her gaze for a brief moment. But suddenly, in the mirror, the image of a man appeared—a man in a perfectly tailored black suit, showcasing his slender and tall figure. He walked over with his usual indifferent expression, exuding elegance and nobility.

A man with dark, curly hair, a goatee beard and glasses smiled at her. He was shorter than she'd imagined. Neither of them had been very good at the conversion and she'd thought he was taller than this. He was taller than her, but not by much. He also didn't have the broad shoulders that she was used to from the sporty guys she knew at home. He was rather skinny, but he had an air of confidence and a huge smile on his face. She could really fall in love with this guy.

And good Lord, it was a man I would willingly strip my dressing and get messy for. Standing at 5'9" tall, with a face that could be likened to that of the sex gods, Eros and Kama, was a man dressed in a classy burgundy suit. His white shirt, which had two buttons undone, sat in complete contrast to his suit, making his exposed neck look like it was screaming for a touch. I gulped as he raised his glass filled with wine to his mouth, and I saw his muscles flexed even from his clothing. The man was a pure walking sin, and I was sure he knew that - if the way he smiled at all the women drooling over him was any indicator. For emphasis, he even used his hand to sleek back his already styled blac

Interrupted the slimy love birds. The woman was about the same height as Ada but with red hair and an almost skeletal figure. The tiny bikini she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Or question to her intensions. “Ada…” The man looked relieved for a moment before he saw us. He was in his early thirties. No build at all, pretty plain looking and in a cheap set of board shorts. “Who the fuck are they?”

The man at the door was short and plump, and he appeared to be in his fifties. However, what stunned Valeria were his sharp and fierce facial features, and she couldn't help but shiver at his intimidating presence. While Valeria was observing him, he had also been paying attention to her as well. Valeria had a slim and hourglass figure that showed off her curves whenever she walked. Her dreamy round eyes and other exquisite facial features only further highlighted her beauty. She was indeed every man's walking wet dream.

The skinny man was doubtful. “Hey, look at him. He dresses so normally. Does he look like someone that can afford a car?” The man with the tattoos smiled and continued, “I'm confident that he’s just a driver for someone else! This woman doesn’t seem to be a maid. She must be his wife!”

Like him! He kept on following the scent but was once again stopped by the woman. This time, she came with a bigger man. "What do you think of this one now sir?" The man looked mature and handsome with a sense of elegance. Tall and slightly dark-skinned. Like rich chocolate milk. On his head was a mop of jet black curls, falling over eyes the colour of the season, fall. Golden brown with a hint of crimson. A mole was resting just by the corner of his lips and he had on a seductive smile.

"Go on. Take good care of her." At once, ten handsome men surrounded Isolde. They were blond, blue-eyed, and built like runway models. Each had a distinct style. One looked like a disciplined elite. Another radiated wild freedom. A third carried a bright, boyish charm. Ten top male models, each different, formed a dazzling display. Before Isolde could respond, two of them guided her to the center of the sofa. The man on her left wore gold-rimmed glasses. He had the air of a refined rogue, and his hands moved with practiced ease. He applied just the right pressure as he worked the stiffness from her shoulders and neck.

"I can hardly wait for the fun you will provide me." ANDREIA "It is time to close." The dry voice made me squeeze my shot glass of tequila briefly. If I were in my best shape, and my vision wasn't doubled, I am sure the glass would have broken. I looked at the guy: a short young man in a dress shirt and jeans. His hair was black, perfectly slicked back with a lot of gel, his eyes were a dull blue, and he had a small nose. The guy was too pale; not in a handsome way, but sickly. If I liked his type, this guy would be in the cute category, but not fuckable.