Lisa Simpson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"I've never felt like I could wear this before. But Lisa was encouraging me earlier, and then you said... and I thought, well, why not?" With an awkward giggle, Sophie raised a hand to her blonde bob as if checking it was in place, and then dropped it, looking embarrassed. Simon thought he had never seen a girl look so sweet and yet so arousing in the same moment. The combination of that girlish, shy, innocent face, above that deep, plunging cleavage, the huge white swell of those boobs... and he noticed her tiny waist, and her round, plump ass, and her legs in suspenders beneath her miniskirt.

Thinking for a while, she quickly changed clothes and went to find her mother, inviting her to go shopping with her. “What kind of clothes does the girl that Kevin used to like wear, Mom?” Lisa asked while admiring the dresses in the store. “Ah... I see that her clothes are all elegant colors and discreet styles. But... you buy clothes for yourself, not for her.” Daisy looked at her daughter in confusion. “Nothing, just a little curious. I just want to know what kind of aesthetic taste a girl can have that can capture the hearts of many successful men.” In the end, the dresses that Lisa chose were discreet and had elegant colors, although, before that, she had intended to buy a few dresses t

Ace says in a nonchalant tone, removing her hand from his chest. Lisa grabs her tits in her hands and gives them a good squeeze. “Yes, these babies are worth every penny I paid.” She giggles, turning her attention to me, and she instantly sobers from her little outburst of laughter. “Who’s this? Your new toy for the month?” Her perfectly painted brow arches as she openly checks me out with a scornful look blazing in her baby-blue eyes. “Indeed, she is.” “Well, I’m sure she will enjoy her 20% of the cut once her month is over.” She sighs, twirling the tips of her hair around her finger – ignoring me.

she said, half-awed. When haven't I looked this way? Before I could mutter a thank-you, she continued. "Coffee, just how you like it.” I turned in her direction and smiled. She had this smile on her makeup-free yet flawless face. “You’re a lifesaver,” I murmured, taking it gratefully. Lisa was dressed like a junior associate at a law firm. Quite professional, but slightly quirky. The pigtails made her look twelve, but she was loyal, efficient, and that was all I needed to keep her close. The nosy part is just something I’m still learning to tolerate.

A week later Lisa sat in front of the dresser in her bedroom, with her best friend standing behind her. “Stop squirming,” Pix said, running a comb through Lisa’s long hair. “Is this really necessary? I know some of them that don’t put on makeup,” Lisa complained. “You are going to be an assistant to a CEO, there are expectations of how you must look you know,” Pix answered, moving to dab some powder onto Lisa’s cheeks. “You know so much about them, you should go instead of me,” Lisa grumbled, pouting.

And why did it feel as though since school resumed, she had been a completely different person. “Isn't Simon also the assistant CEO of Beauty blossom? The famous skincare brand in country B?” Lena asked, browsing through her phone for more info as though Simon wasn't seated at the table in person. “Tsk…you're just figuring that out?” He snorted, lifting his chin high enough to touch the ceiling.

Over and over, she replayed the scene in her mind until exhaustion finally pulled her into dreams—dreams of Alessandro. The next morning, Lisa woke still weary. After a shower, she stood indecisively before her closet before settling on white skinny denim, a turquoise spaghetti-strap flare top, and her Vans. A little eyeliner and mascara, nothing more. She left her natural curls loose and, after one final look in the mirror, headed for the dining room. As she entered, Sophia gave a playful whistle. “Damn, girl, you look hot.” Lisa blushed and sat beside Alessandro.

As soon and I get into the car I ask my assistant "Look into Miss Simpson. To find out everything about her I want to know what she eats when she sleeps everything" I order my assistant "Urh Miss Simpson?? Urh right oh right Sir" he stutters Finally, the day is over my assistant gives all the information he could get on her Carla Mia Simpson Age 20 Parents deceased Lives alone in an apartment (Address 21 Mitchell's avenue) Favorite food toast (Toast? Who the hell says that's their favorite food?) Uncle previous CEO of Co Lab inc...

She gleefully accepts the fruit slice and proceeds to chomp on it. "Hey, Lisa." Leigh nudges me from my other side, smiling brightly at me, a smile that reached her brown siren eyes. "How are you doing?" "I'm alright, I guess." I find myself smiling back. Her smile is infectious. And she's pretty too. A seductive, Candice Swanepoel kind of pretty. "You?" "So-so." She lifts one bare, tanned shoulder in a shrug. "Good to see our conservative locals aren't bothering ya."

That shit ain't for me, so I'd rather have fun around, than get myself committed with one woman, that's boring and I hate boring life. "Greetings, master Kai..." That usual beautiful smile settled on her lips, and the sudden urge to crash my lips on hers and explore her mouth, rushed through me, but there was no way I was going to rush it, she's all mine anyway. The fact that I don't have feelings for her doesn't mean I can't be honest about her look, right? Well so far, Lisa is the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on, she has the perfect body shape, her raven hair was always shining beneath the sun and it's so soft and silky, her flawless skin are the smoothest thing which my hands e