Iman Gadzhi Physique Novels & Stories

Anything else? "One smells lighter and coppery, so I'm thinking human. And one . . . damn, someone's wearing a fuck-ton of Old Spice." "She IS good," came a new voice, edged with a southern drawl. Shamira opened her eyes to see Grizzly Adams, or a pretty close approximation thereof. He was a large man, standing easily six feet four inches tall, with a bushy beard, long wild hair. He had a caveman forehead, but the eyes sparkled with both amusement and insight. And he was built like an Arkansas razorback, meat and muscle and more than a hint of danger.

“I want you nice and wet. Get yourself dirty so Daddy can lick you clean.” A shiver of excitement has goosebumps rising on my skin and I quickly do as he says. I lie on my back and lightly trail my fingers down my stomach to my pussy. Gage’s eyes are riveted as he undresses. I get more and more excited as his body is revealed. He’s an Adonis. Tall and muscular, he’s built like a football player. Most of the men I’ve been around are built more like a swimmer or runner. Gage is all brawn and hard muscles.

They were a picture of David and Goliath sharing a morning meal at the table, sitting down. Just like Izzy would call him, Owen was similar to a bugbear or an Ogre. He is a big man who stands about a few inches more than two hundred centimeters with a muscle-filled physique, a clean-cut hairstyle, and he would always wear a white shirt, with or without sleeves and jeans pants. He would look neat even with dirt from work stuck or splashed in his clothes or his body. But he always looks brooding. To Izzy, he is scary and unapproachable, and if only she had other choices, Izzy was never going to bother him. Alas, her last way to escape was her window to his.

Sabiha was holding my right arm and Mumma was by my left side. Soon we reached the stage. Sabiha pressed my arm slightly signalling to step on the stairs. I lifted my lashes and met the most mesmerizing black orbs which shined peering at me. He was wearing a golden designed sherwani looking dangerously handsome. His muscular body and biceps can shame model from magazines. His sleek hair brushed backward giving a clear view of his forehead. This man, six feet tall is all mine from now onwards. I couldn’t help but gush peering at him. His lips curled into a thin smile finding me ogling him. But what can I do this man is my addiction of love.

Shе bоrеd hеr fоr nоrmаtiоn. About Phlр's intelligence - which he discovered to be monumentally mрrеvе — hе being (at the age of 26 for God's sake!) a businessman, an advocate, a scientific researcher, and a university professor! Regarding appearance - a lаrgе mаn bу lосаl tаndаrd, jut hоrt оf six fееt tаll, wеll musculatured, with nо fаt on hеm. With a trоng lеg, that detail is knоwn since hе was required to wear shorts in the Indian climate, even to business meetings. Blonde with blue eyes.

Light on Barack remain on his spot as his stance was well presented, looking at him from afar he looks more presented more for him to be a police officer. Ghad took him a threat; yes he was, seeing a man pointing a gun at you. Ghad was the guy with trident, two other with him are his soldiers, and they listen to his command, he had a large scar on his face which cut from his fore head to his eyes and end up below his eyes, Scar was suppose make people ugly but his make him a bit scary and very attractive, he was of course young, probably in his early 18s or 20. He is build and heavily strong, he had a hard and shiny skin.

He didn't stop until we were seated at our table above, watching the club from our elevated spot. I took another deep breath and felt a growing irritation as I saw women preparing to approach Jigo. Everyone thought he was still single. And why wouldn't they want to be near him? Jigo was irresistible. He looked stunning in his very light pink shirt—almost beige—with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons open at the chest. He wore a long white gold necklace with his wedding band on it, just like mine, hidden under his clothes. His shirt was tucked into belted maroon pants, and he wore luxury black leather shoes with no socks. His outfit fit perfectly, highlighting his tall, chi

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

“Be nice to my brother, yeah? Don’t scare him.” Jide laughed, low and easy. “Me? I’m a gentleman.” Ada rolled her eyes and left. The front door clicked shut. The house suddenly felt smaller. Jide stretched, arms over his head, tank riding up to show a strip of dark, tight abs. He was built like he lived in the weight room—broad shoulders, thick thighs, the kind of body that made my throat go dry every time he came over. I’d been stealing glances for months, telling myself it was nothing.

His feet skidded on the ground and he grunted as he came to a stop. Zett's eyes flared with amusement. "You got power, kid. But it's not enough to put me down." Zett stood up straight in his full form. He's muscular, has a thin goatee, and... 'Huge!' Jai thought. 'He's even bigger than Galum.'