How To Draw Stretch Marks Novels & Stories

But here he was, begging her not to leave him, even for a day. "Okay. I won't go," she answered, and he sealed his lips over hers. He kissed her gently, patiently. After that, he took the oil from her and told her to lie down in the bed while he applied oil to her stomach. He rubbed gently, with light hands. "I don't care about stretch marks," he told her in case she was worried about it. "Really?" she asked.

For a brief moment, I thought he would no longer find me attractive. I had stared at the mirror a couple of times; the pregnancy left a ton of stretch marks and my belly had only reduced in size a little. The doctor said it might not go away completely, but it would reduce to a considerable amount. As for the stretch marks, there are various essential oils I could use on them. " You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. Those marks are a symbol of your strength; they are beautiful." He knelt down and placed a kiss on my belly.

he sat at the corner of the bed and placed his masculine big hands on my waist and gently massaged it in the most soothing way. "Why are you having stretch marks now Pearl?" He sounded more like he was disgusted by the view and I wondered why. "Because I am pregnant and it is normal amongst most women" I pointed, rolling my eyes to the wall. Was he really disgusted by the view of the stretch marks, doesn't he find me attractive anymore? "Do you have problems with stretch marks?" I didn't know why, but I was worried if he now finds me ugly. "I definitely do, I hate stretch marks but I will endure the view because you're pregnant" he said as he sighed deeply.

Her panties slide lower over the curve of her hips, revealing a narrow waist. Fuck, she’s perfect. I take a good look at that soaked pussy, and my mouth waters. She stands there in nothing, skin glowing under the dim light of my room. Her nipples are already hard, pointing at me. I step closer, circling her slowly like a predator. My fingers itch to touch, but I hold back, letting the anticipation burn. I take a glance at her perfect, cupped ass cheeks. Stretch marks run across them, and that sends a jolt down my dick, forcing it to twitch multiple times. Those stretch marks turn me on.

Following his gesture, she laid down on the mat on the floor. “Bend your knees,” Dane instructed. “Now gently press down with the elbows onto the knees to increase the stretch...” She followed his instruction, grimacing with the pain that came from it. "Now, the long adductor stretch. Bend the left knee out to the side and lean to the left." She did as he said. "Dane... It hurts...." She winced as sweat gathered on her forehead.

He helped me out of the lingerie, touching me with so much care, like I was something fragile. I stood there, completely bare, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. Without meaning to, I covered my belly with my hands. The stretch marks from my pregnancy were still there, and part of me still felt a little embarrassed about them. Kai noticed what I did. He didn’t say anything right away. He just slowly got down on his knees in front of me. “Don’t hide from me,” he said gently. He reached out and carefully pulled my hands away from my stomach. Then he leaned forward and kissed the stretch marks—one by one. His lips were soft and full of love.

"Better," She was naked before him now. Bare. He stared down at her beautiful body that had been changed by birth. She didn't look less beautiful. Infact, the flare and wideness of her hips was fucking beautiful. There were traces of white lines along her belly, a result of her skin stretching from pregnancy and like she knew he was looking at it, she said. "I have stretch marks. It's from birthing Henry. I am using oils to remove it,"

"They don't make you look bad, they make you look strong. Sweetie you're not the only one with stretch marks, there are women with marks even worse than yours. It's just better to love your body the way it is." She placed her hands on my shoulders but I flinched. My shoulders were very sensitive especially when bare. "Adrian w-won't like them." I whispered. "You're going to have to speak louder, Jay. I can't understand you." I looked at the floor and shuffled on my heel-covered feet.

It pools around my ankles, a puddle of expensive fabric that feels too nice for the body standing above it. I look at myself. The stomach that was hard and round is now soft. It hangs slightly, empty and deflated, like a balloon the day after a party. But it’s the lines that stop my breath. Silver and angry red streaks map the curve of my hips and the underside of my belly. Stretch marks. The skin tore to make room for Maria, and it didn't snap back. I trace one with my finger. It feels textured. Broken. "Ruined," I whisper to the glass.

It couldn't be found out even if they were discovered, she would only look drunk. Her shirt was unbuttoned by Ryan. Her black bra was wrapped in her breasts, rising and falling along with her breath, which was very seductive. Her belly was very flat, and there were very few stretch marks under her navel. They were left when she was pregnant with Henric and Stephanie. The two children were not big when they were born, and the stretch marks on her abdomen were not obvious. They were not as horrible other people's marks which looked like the ground cleaves. They were very light, not ugly, but sexy.