Female Slender Man Novels & Stories

Tall and tattooed. The same man who had questioned Ara before the game began. "Beautiful, touch yourself" he ordered. "Huh" Rose exclaimed. Rose was hesitant but was forced to when the man released his pheromones. His hand trembling he touched his nipples and pulled it causing him to moan seductively. Rose body was as white as snow. His petite body could mistaken him for a woman. He had a thin body. His waist small and attractive. Including his member which was as pink as his lips.

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.

The inky, greasy, black hair on his head is slicked back, and he looks sleazy. Behind him and Felix are three pale people with bright red eyes. One is a beautiful dark-skinned female with braids tied up in a large bun on her head. She has a long slender face, big round eyes, plump lips painted maroon, and a matching tight dress showing off her hourglass figure. The one standing next to her looks exactly like the bald male version of her siblings, I guess. He's huge, bigger than the behemoth of a creep standing before them. One of his arms is the size of my head. Then next to him is a thin but well-muscled blonde man; his hair is short on the sides but long up top; he's got tattoos running up

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

Just symbols and vague offers. I keep scrolling. The next profile is different. The photo isn’t flashy, it’s a mirror selfie taken in what looks like a gym locker room. The man is shirtless, sweat-slicked, and well-muscled, but not in an obnoxious way. His expression is relaxed. Not smiling, but not severe either. There’s a confidence in it that feels real, not performed. His age is listed as thirty-two. His bio is short and to the point: Looking for a casual submissive to wine, dine, and worship for one night. I prefer softness with a little attitude. Show up as you are. I’ll take care of the rest.

My gaze settled on his; he had a pair of brown eyes, cat-slit in shape; however, his alluring white hair let down over his shoulders, coupled with his pale face, red lips, and pointy nose, made this man stand out severally. He was tall, slender, had the fragile body build of a woman, fingers long, dainty, looking like they'd never been put to work before. Was he really a man? He looked as feminine and pretty as a flower, and instantly I came to the resolution that he is attractive, yet behind these fine and peculiar bodies, I could see danger and terror. “Gotten enough to look at? Or do I have to strip for you to have every inch of my body imprinted onto your mind?” He asked with an amused s

The man's thick eyelashes cast a fan—shaped shadow, in which his pupils were darker and blurrier. Skylar was a little aroused. In front of the phone, she was looking for a better angle so that she would look nicer. She was wearing beige pajamas, with her long hair touching her face and scattering on her shoulders. In the warm yellow light, her small, fair face looked gorgeous. "Are you seducing me?" The man said in a low and husky voice. "No. I want to know if I look good." "I like everything of you." The man smiled, expressing his feelings.

Below that silken top was empty of clothes and only a deep navel and a smooth silky unblemished belly attracted the scrutiny of the man. The woman was perfect and he could even feel himself edging forward to attempt to see better, up close and personal, unto the glossy skin that called for his carnal desires. Down further was the same color of a flowing white gown that trapped with ever gentleness the two lithe legs that were shaped delightfully beneath the caress of those delicate threads. All of this only took a breath to finish yet for the armored man, it seemed like an eternity of search. But unfortunately, it was bound to fail as he cannot determine even the slightest knowledge from one

He slid his rough palms up and down the sensitive flesh, but never up there, never on the slit begging so much for attention, it was dripping wet. Once again, the man let her go. He stood up, and his gaze never leaving her, he removed his shirt and black jean trousers. Just as Belinda had suspected, he was still male perfection without his clothes on. His biceps, abs, and thigh muscles, were all ripped and toned, and the sight of it could easily make any woman swoon. But that was not where Belinda's eyes were fixed. The extra appendage between his limbs was gorgeous. It was long and thick, with a shapely head and visible veins snaking around it. And it stood at attention for her.

That dangerously sexy woman was capable of setting my dick ablaze with how hard it always got around her. Through the bustling music and neon haze lighting, I dialed Sergei’s number and watched for who would pick up their phone. A man with a slender frame, sharp jawline, and purple hair who was seated on one of the sofas that surrounded a pole reached to pick his phone, and I quickly ended it. Having found my man, I found a corner seat and fixed my gaze on him. After observing him for about ten minutes, I realized there was nothing unusual about him. He looked like a street rat who had gotten his hands on a little money and decided to blow it all off on women and alcohol.