Male Eye Candy Novels & Stories

"Come on, let me show you my goodies. Shh … keep it a secret. I've never shown them to anyone." In a slightly tipsy state, Colene opened her phone's encrypted album. "Check it out. These are the male online models I've painstakingly collected. Look at this one. His chest muscles are huge, even bigger than mine … "Look at the size of his package! He's got a big one! "And this guy! He's got the bounciest butt I've ever seen! "There are so many kinds. You're bound to find someone you like. As for Henry, just forget about him!"

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”

He grins, and pushes at Celine to get her to move faster, she chuckles and gets up, “Aw, hell yeah, Honey! Make me a different kind of Queen!” They all dissolve into laughter as Lara works on Greyson. He ends up looking very elegant, with just a touch of mascara and eyeliner. A gentle smoky eye and a hint of lipstick only a shade darker than his own lips with some lip-gloss for shine. He’s very happy, and peacocking around the room, flipping his hair. As Lara moves on to the next person.

My babies would have a real role model and an uncle no less. The other male was tall and lean but muscular, unlike most of the males at Venom who were just skin and bones. He clearly took care of himself, outside of the nasty looking wounds he had that he was trying to play off as nothing. He had the most alluring blue eyes and they were a contrast against his black hair. Since when do I pay any attention to a male’s eye color?? I tried to collect myself. Okay, I tried not to look at his erection which was demanding any and everyone’s attention. I desperately tried not to notice if Sawyer was in a similar state.

This woman was different. The gorgeous woman may have had the same beautiful almond skin and curves in all the right places that the Shit Witch portrays but this was different. This beauty has red streaks in her hair and hypnotic blue eyes. I feel like I know her, yet I know I’ve never seen a creature so captivating. I’m glad I’m alone here because as I reached out to touch the mirror painting, the only song I could think of started playing like I’m in an elevator. I would never live this down if someone heard a Disney song playing in my head. August would taunt me to no end.

I was no one’s but the Lord’s, I was the apple of his eyes, but those eyes, those tempest blue, looked at me differently–with want, with desire, that made my heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, finding out what ‘his submissive’ meant wouldn’t hurt at all. Just once. Just enough… then I could let it go.

And though he did train True Eyes during that period, it wasn’t with as much intensity and conviction as he trained his other skills. “Amazing,” Mane exclaimed inwardly once he saw the structure of the Crystal Monkey. His True Eyes were still at the Beginner Level of proficiency, but he was able to easily see through most things. And the structure of the Crystal Monkey couldn’t be hidden from his powerful vision. Mane’s eyes flashed with a faint glow. His sclera was deep blue like turquoise shells, and his iris was as crimson as a sea of blood. His pupils were golden yellow, embodying the beauty of the midday sun. What Mane saw through these eyes was a body that was entirely different from a

he murmured against my mouth. I gasped, my lips parting to say something, but the words completely died in my throat. Right before my eyes, his left eye blinked twice, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbone. When he opened it again, the dark green iris was completely gone, replaced by a glowing, molten shade of gold, while his other eye stayed a deep, piercing dark green. My heart stopped dead in my chest. Maverick was fully awake, and both of them were looking down at me.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The pictures and the cameras hadn't done him any justice whatsoever. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" And now it was like he was feeling those feelings all over again. Khyle had never seen such a purely visual creature. Everything about him seemed to attract Khyle's senses, lighting them up. He was the very definition of eye candy. The thick muscular neck. The incredibly well-defined build of his tall sculpted body. The long slender nose. The sharp angular face. The crayon blue hair. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And those eyes. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Then, he looked into my eyes. His breath hitched. "Elara... your eyes." "I know," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was deeper, layered with a metallic echo. "The violet is gone, Malachi." I looked into the reflection of a nearby puddle. The vibrant, fiery purple of the Primal Seed had been extinguished. My irises were now a flat, mirror-like silver—the exact color of Malachi’s—but with pupils that slit like a cat’s when I focused.