How To Draw Stretch Marks Novels & Stories

Undress. With a marker pen, make three lines. One in the crease beneath your buttock. A second in the middle of the patch behind your knee, and a third at the top of your heel. Place a large mirror on the floor. Put the foot of the naked leg on a chair. Don’t forget to admire your lips. Measure the distance from the crease beneath your beautiful backside, to the centre of the patch behind your knee, and then from there, to the mark on your heel.

Looking at the mirror that has been installed on the shower door, I look at myself. My hands reach to my thighs and I trace the marks there. They don't feel rough under my fingers anymore but I don't know how but they are still capable of electing the same amount of pain. Both my thighs are converted in lines like that, you have to look very closely to see them. But more than the scars the makes that caught my eye were the stretch marks on my stomach, they are also very fault. Thanks to our doctor who gave us creams that helped us with the marks but there are still some.

He traced the back of his finger on my cleavage. “How many exactly are we talking about here? Do you want me to pop out babies every year?” He grinned. Appreciation lit in his eyes as he strolled his gaze from my chest down to my yellow bikini. “Are you scared to have stretch marks?” “Are you still gonna kiss me when I have stretch marks and saggy breasts?”

, he said. A small smile formed on her lips and she turned her attention back to her fingers which were on her hips. Her stretch marks weren't even faint, they were dark and rough. They're ugly, she frowned. Enzo noticed how emotional she was being. Something is wrong, he thought as he dropped the towel on the nightstand and sat on the bed.

I shifted, standing on my knees over him, then turning so my back—and ass—faced him, still straddling his torso. My stretch marks curved over my hips, was exposed to his eyes, but I didn't care. Afterall, he loved them very much. I rolled my hips experimentally, grinding down on his abs, my wetness smearing across his taut muscles, leaving a shiny trail. He groaned beneath me, a deep, rough sound in his chest. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. "Shit, sweetheart, you're marking me up," he grunted.

Charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief at the person in the mirror. She stepped back until she tripped and fell onto the bed, finally accepting that the woman with the distorted figure in the mirror was herself. How could this be? Charlotte's hands trembled as she stripped off all her clothes. The soft flesh around her waist had formed two layers, covered with dense fine lines that looked particularly hideous. She gently touched the marks, then frantically rubbed her skin as if possessed, not stopping even when it became red and swollen. These were stretch marks. She had seen these terrifying lines at the hospital, but the doctor had said they would fade later.

I wanted to know badly. “Stretch marks, you have them.” He looked into my eyes and I gently nodded. Yeah, after birth, there were stretch marks on my cleavage and the side of my arm. Herald dropped on me, and then he moved his hand to my cleavage. I didn't look at him, I was too shy to do that so I looked at the roof. His fingers slid from my cleavage to my arm and I rasped as each touch sent tingles all over my body.

But it made me self conscious and I cried to conceal the marks on my body. "I have stretch marks.. It's from my weight fluctuating. I am using oils to remove it," He looked at me frown. "Did I ever tell you I cared about them? Did you hear me complain about your stretch marks? What makes you think I care if they are here," His fingers traced the lines of my stretch marks. I drew in a breath, feeling tears nearly slip down my cheek. The glazed look of desire in his eyes didn't falter. It was still there.

“If there’s no other way, we’ll force them to marry. Then the Anderson family can’t abandon our Veronica!” “Mom! You, you forgot about me…” Veronica pointed at her belly in shock. Una remembered the stretch marks on her daughter’s belly hadn’t completely faded and couldn’t help but feel annoyed. “veronica, if there’s really no other way, use a tattoo to cover it. It’s the quickest solution.” Veronica was very reluctant. Who would want to tattoo a bunch of messy patterns on her stomach? She always maintained a pristine image. But after several laser treatments. there were still traces. If the stretch marks hadn’t disappeared by her wedding, this was the only option!

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.