Ling Wen Male Form Novels & Stories

One stands beside me, and other beside Judi. “Hey, I’m Liam,” the one beside me speaks. In clearer light, I’m able to make out his features. Blonde hair slicked back, brown eyes and lips too pink they’re almost feminine. He’s attractive, with soft features. I notice he doesn’t have any visible tattoos or a tongue piercing. Plus, he’s blonde. Would it be wrong to use him to get a certain dark-haired man out of my system? “Hi Liam,” I reply with a smile. “I’m Wren, and this is my friend Judi.”

I knew if I declined it was going to be my end. I breathed heavily, watching him bite down on his lower lip. “Wh… what are you… doing?” I mumbled, pressing my thighs shut. “Come on,” he moaned. “You have to do better than this, I don't have time to play hard to get, Lena” He called my name with a strange familiarity, and his scent was oddly striking. His hands also felt like I had known him for some time, like I had felt it once in my life.

”He gave me a knowing wink, and heat rushed to my cheeks before I could stop it. “Back off, Vale," Lucien growled, stepping forward. That gave me just enough space to glance at the other shirtless men in front of me. Each of them had a moon crest tattooed just below their breast. Were all werewolf men this handsome? Vale gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Lucien had just broken his heart. "We both know I’m strictly into the tall, broody men who look like they could ruin my life and furniture.“ He puckered his lips and blew Lucien a slow, exaggerated kiss.

And as he poses and flexes, he exudes a sexuality that is impossible to ignore. Lorenzo is a god among men, a vision of masculine perfection that leaves the world around him breathless with desire I can smell his cologne as I shyly lift his shirt to my nose. Breathing in his scent. Shane starts to giggle as he snaps pics of this hot man. "Had enough?," Shane whispers.

I cleared my throat and he stopped his hand movements, the bag swung back and forth and he turned around to face me. I got weak knees, a dry mouth and I patched throat. I suddenly needed a jug of water and support, I blinked my eyes and Cora whistled at the sight before us. The man's form was risqué. His sheer white singlet clings to his sweaty torso. I could see the outline of his pecs and the form of his hardened nipples, sweat ran down his abs making sure the sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination. Dark ink swirled over his torso, no doubt tattoos, and my mouth watered at the outline of his abs and all I thought about at the moment was tracing them out with my fingers.

Reaching the arena, I am drawn to watch Magnus shift back to human. His lion form is beautiful. Slender golden brown with its flat mane to match, not darkened by age yet. After his stunning display, I’m craving his human body now. Magnus shifts back to human form while I watch. His muscular body flexes while he puts on just his shorts. He throws the shirt over his shoulder. He’s sweaty all over, and I can smell him. Not bad at all, almost like chocolate.

He wondered how much longer he had to put in here before he could take her home and remove it from her. She caught him in the act and gave a discreet little jiggle of her butt for his benefit. “You’re in trouble when we get home,” he mind-linked her, adjusting his pants. “I should hope so,” she replied, moving out of his line of sight. As he pondered whether to go pick her up and carry her home over his shoulder, he found himself cornered in the kitchen by one of his warriors. Wei Liu was a prototype warrior: tall, imposing, and with straight, jet-black hair that was pulled up into a bun on top, and left to fall freely on the back and sides. However, there was one asset that was missing, and

A favorite one of mine is standing in front of a mirror with a knee-length gown covering my front but completely undone at the back so my naked legs and ass can be seen in the mirror. Another one which my man particularly likes is when I wear nothing more than heels, a dash of perfume and a designer label blazer. For my man, Jerry, it is having his thick eight-inch erection (which I have helped him achieve) poking out of a shirt or short dressing gown. He also likes to highlight his good suntanned body by wearing nothing but a skimpy athletic jock strap to highlight his ass, something that works very well for men. “I am here for your pleasure and my pleasure,” Lena smiles as she makes a bold