Noticeable Veins On Breasts Novels & Stories

I pretended that it didn't happen and enjoyed the view. Mama's tits were sticking out, proud and large. I couldn't tell you their cup size, but they looked bigger than a handful, pale enough that I could make out some blue veins under the skin. Her nipples were large, but had tightened up and stiffened significantly. I knew from last night that they would feel firm but so yielding.

VIVIENNE pov I stared at the mirror like it owed me money. Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy. The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong.

Only the darkened nipples showed that she had given birth: her belly was flat, the tuft of fair hair at its base looking intensely inviting. Victoria slid her hands around the slim waist, and Mary felt warmth radiating from them. Again her breasts were cupped from behind, this time her nipples contracted, pink tips peaking out from between Victoria's fingers. They stiffened, the areolas dimpling, and Victoria rolled them gently between her fingers.

He is comparing data points. He pushes my t-shirt up. "Ciro, don't." "Hush." He exposes my chest to the cool air. He looks at me. In the moonlight, the veins beneath my skin are visible. Blue rivers mapping a new landscape. They are darker than usual. More prominent. He traces one with his finger. A cool, rough line of sensation. "You feel... different," he whispers. He looks at the nipple. It is darker. Larger. He brushes it with his thumb.

Jimmy had been amazed at the sight of her smooth, pale underboob, but when the pair had come bouncing back down, the smooth flesh rippling as her tits settled, he'd been unable to believe his eyes. His mother's breasts were heavy teardrops of pale cream capped by pale, pink, puffy nipples that had been standing proud. Just visible underneath the creamy, silken skin had been thin, wandering blue veins. In between the cleft of her tits, behind the small golden cross dangling on a thin chain, Jimmy had noticed a small smattering of very pale freckles.

I put my hand on my forehead and waited for everything to stop moving. The black veins caught my eye. They were worse. So much worse. Yesterday, they had only been on my hands and wrists, creeping up my arms like dark little rivers under my skin. Now they had spread past my elbows. I could see them clearly through my nightgown, crawling up toward my shoulders. When I touched my neck, I felt the bumpy lines there too. They had reached my collarbone. I was running out of time.