Ideal Image 소설 & 이야기

Still hear them in my dreams if I’m being totally honest. But her face. That's what I can't stop seeing. Not the act—I've managed to blur that in the way your brain sometimes mercifully blurs things. But her face. The exact expression on it. I have never seen that expression. Not once in three years. It’s what perfect must look like if perfect had a face. Like love and lust and fulfilled need and pure joy all rolled into one. I’ll never forget that face, not as long as I live.

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.

I asked picking the ball again to continue slicing the vegetables. "I don't know, I've never been in a relationship not to talk of marriage its your man we are talking about here. Handle him yourself" She shrugged "Don't you have any plans of settling down?" I asked "Nope, I don't see marriage as a priority. If it comes I accept it but not for now" she replied "What If prince charming comes riding a white horse to steal your heart away?" I teased her "Keep living in your fantasy, The last prince got hooked by Meghan Markle last weekend and moreover, prince charming doesn't exist and even if they do they don't ride horses no more. They ride cars" She sat in front if me analyzing the whole pri

“Well, although people aren’t typically afraid of you, they do want to live up to you.” I wrinkled my nose. “What?” “You’re an ideal, honey. People are drawn to you because you’re beautiful and confident, and then they find out you have a wicked sense of humor and are sweet on top of that, and they can’t help but want to be near you. But you expect the highest and best out of people and when they don’t perform, you tend to back away a little.” My stomach churned a bit. “Why am I an ideal?”

I smiled, he will be the end of me. "Real Madrid jersey, only the top" I guess I should also make his imagination run wild. "No undies I suppose" "It's night, so yes no undies" "It's amazing how I have a perfect image of you even when I haven't seen you, I guess am imagining you as my ideal woman". Damn he has an ideal woman, of course all men do, what if am nothing like his ideal woman. I want to send him my picture atleast for him to know if I am his ideal woman. Then again if I send him the picture and I am not his ideal woman he will start keeping his distance which I am not ready for.

No one can tell any longer whether it is a painting or a photograph. Supplementary to her wishes is the desire to possess the epitome of beauty. Its thoughtfulness of desire madly walks in the notion of her mind that was unbeatable and bounded by cruelty. Unable to depict her wishes into reality, she shows her yearning through creativity. A young woman of her same age with the same physical appearance as her was painted and shown to be happy in remoteness, surrounded by nature. Although the young subject has the same facial features, its traits are enhanced; a little larger than her lip shape, more refined eye shape, neat eyebrows, naturally longer and uplifted eyelashes, and smoother skin t

Like if I want to have friends other than the ones assigned to me the world will end, the zombies will come marching, and that will be that. I give Hubter the half-assed smile he crashes, where I curl my lips up at him. It's a signal of compliance and approval on my part. This must be how Princess Diana felt trying to obey her husband. The world knew she had to pretend to be something she wasn't and it destroyed her. That's how this is for me, I am trapped in a model's body with a career that I want and don't. I never thought I would want something at the same time as hating it. I love posing for photos, but the pressure to be more than myself follows me like the ghosts of thousand deaths.

Immediately I entered the school and went straight to my locker to take my English textbook, my locker had a beautiful Justin Bieber wallpaper, a Bieber bear that was hung in the locker, I was about to close my locker when I heard a voice which almost scared me. it was Edward, Edward is a friend wait no, he is not a friend he’s just someone that keeps bothering me. "Hi Tori," Edward said. Edward is fair in complexion, he is tall perhaps about five feet five inches, he has blue ocean eyes, peach-colored lips, dark brown hair, thin eyebrows and he is a bit muscular

The image I had in my mind painted her as someone who dressed tastefully, perhaps in a tailored suit or a stylish dress that reflected her refined taste. Her expression, I imagined, would be friendly and welcoming, with eyes that held a twinkle of kindness and understanding. I saw her with a gentle smile, a demeanor that instantly put people at ease. She seemed to be the embodiment of an elegant queen usually appearing in children's bedtime stories. I envisioned her to be one who could effortlessly make guests feel humbled and respect her as she was, standing within her lavish abode. This mental image gave me a sense of reassurance as I walked closer into the Ludovicos' home. .

The scene was domestic bliss. Despite not remembering much, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was living a dream. Nicola was captivating, her radiant smile lighting up the room. Her face was a perfect picture of beauty, framed by soft brown curls that cascaded down her back. Each time she turned, I caught glimpses of her curves, her breasts, her waist, and her wide hips. My mind flashed back to the intimate moments we’d shared earlier, the heat of her skin against mine.