Female Slender Man Novels & Stories

A man with yellow hair leered at Carolyn, and Carsen stood directly in front of her, blocking the man's malicious gaze. Carolyn grabbed the man's suit jacket with both hands, it didn't smell like smoke or alcohol, nor did it have a scent of perfume, it had a faint smell of laundry detergent, which was pleasant. Carsen was like a character straight out of a comic book, with his cartoonish face and beautiful fingers, fulfilling all the fantasies of young girls who love comics. The man said with a half-smile, "My girlfriend is quite beautiful, is she seductive in bed?" The men and women around laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! - the employee apologizes and disappears from sight through a door that leads him to the kitchen." Yryhnna and I look at each other in silence and penetrate each other's minds with our eyes, both of us bursting into laughter. "Oh, here you are!" - Seila says, relieved to see us. The atmosphere was filled with young and handsome men, some faces were perfect like the ones I used to see in magazines, a group of women were enthusiastically talking to a man, he seemed comfortable in the conversation despite the attention from so many women. I noticed that he was the same guy who had been sitting watching his friends play tennis. I was surprised to find that this guy was

A man with long straight hair, blonde ,blue eyes, a literal image of a baby born from a mixture of Barbie and Tarzan. His big eyes, artistic face,soft features and bald jaw line gave him a more feminine look. Nevertheless everything in his body was a complete opposite of his feminine features. His dark outfits complimented his pale skin. The girls noticed his presence, a man that pretty much got them excited but unfortunately he rather went to a gay club. He is here for a reason. “Well, look who we have here”. He winked at Anthonio and brushed his hair to the back of his ear.

I licked my lips and my pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of me. He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. I groaned in frustration feeling cheated. as I was turning away he just as suddenly reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender black woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

He is still holding water skin leather where the wine he is drinking is. “Who else, you are the strongest among them right? I bet many females must be in love with you seeing how handsome, strong and powerful you are.” I said as that man suddenly redden and rub his head. I watch as how he chuckles and then suddenly acts so coy. “No- No they think I am the weakest and that my face is so scary.” I nearly laugh, those ladies are right. This man is so ugly and has a scary face with his tanned skin and cracked lips.

He had such a delicate, alluring face, beautiful eyes, and cherry red lips, so beautiful that she could not tell his gender. "So, you were the one on the phone?" "Yes, come on over," the man said while ogling Sienna. His movement was fluent and seducing; it seemed as if he did this often. Sienna walked in and sat down on a sofa far away from him, she straightened her back, portraying a cautious posture. "Let's start. What do you want to tell me?"

A man and a woman, wearing luxury accessories and jewels, arrived together at this moment. The man was 1.85 meters tall. He was handsome and looked buffed. Other than that, he wore golden-framed glasses and seemed very gentle. However, his pale complexion and the faint fragrance perfume from his body made him exude a feminine temperament. This was the so-called sissy in the eyes of the older generation. As for the woman, she was about 1.7 meters. Her face was as delicate as jade. Her clothes, bags, watches, and accessories could sum up to ten years’ salary for an ordinary person.

He rubbed his tired eyes. Before Sloan could respond to Lindsay's comment, his gaze caught an individual weaving his way toward the bar. For a second, Sloan felt like he was in a movie. The man was beautiful, and he didn't use that word often. This guy's body was chiseled perfection with shoulder-length thick brown hair and a charming smile lightly hanging on his lips. Easily six-foot-five or taller, the new arrival had muscles and utterly gorgeous tan skin. Sloan didn't think men in magazines were real. They were photoshopped. But this guy? He was a real-life sex god.

Just enough. The first one was fine. The second one we scrolled past without discussion. The third one made us both go still. Red background. A man from the shoulders down — no face, no name, just structure. Wide shoulders, a chest that looked carved, abs that led down to a V line so sharp it disappeared into dark trousers like a map to somewhere dangerous. One hand held a black belt loosely at his side. At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees.

Weni was even more flummoxed about how to respond. ****** Meanwhile, elsewhere… Inside a swanky apartment suite complete with a luxurious bathtub, a man was having the time of his life with a bombshell blonde. Moans reverberated through the room, mingling with the splashes of water as the two indulged in earthly delights. "Ugh, ah… I… um… ah, can't believe that… uh… Asian dudes… are… amazing… their… stamina… is… ah…" the blonde bombshell seemed to be teetering on the edge, her hands gripping the bathtub edge, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, feeling the relentless thrusts that kept her body on a rollercoaster ride.