Ronda Rousey Bikini Novels & Stories

John exclaimed. We ditched the towels to obnoxious whistles and catcalls from the guys. I wore my yellow bikini, which accented my large breasts, flat stomach, and toned ass quite well. Years of playing soccer had really paid off. Although Riana was more petite than I was, her red bikini was no slouch either. It was a good color considering her features, namely her tanned skin, dark eyes, and long, brown hair. Riana could be described pretty much as your classic Latina beauty.

WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it.

And then, as if fate had intervened, she found it—the bikini that was destined to captivate Ethan's attention and keep him irresistibly drawn to her. As she held the bikini in her hands, a surge of exhilaration coursed through her veins. Its style was nothing short of breathtaking, that would accentuating her every curve with precision. The fabric felt like a second skin, that would hug her body in all the right places as if it had been tailor-made for her. Allison couldn't help but marvel at how it would showcase her backside and front-side assets, exuding an aura of confidence and allure that was simply undeniable.

The only thing I could make out were water floaties and towels. “Hey!” The first girl waved at us as they got closer. “I’m Riley!” She was shorter at 5’4ish but was tiny. Her blonde hair was braided down her back, sunglasses hid half her face, but she looked sexy in her yellow bikini. She was like exactly imagine I thought of for the song about yellow pock-a-doc bikini. “I’m Courtney!” The girl next to her was almost as tall as me, but had chestnut hair. She was muscular and was rocking skimpy one piece. “I’m a warrior, but I haven’t had the pleasure of sparring with you yet!”

the second we finished yoga, clapping like we were toddlers and she’d just invented recess. “Swimsuits, everyone! Family games. No excuses.” Dad was already in navy trunks, floating on an inflatable raft with a beer, looking blissfully ignorant of the current running beneath the surface. Victoria wore a teal one-piece with strategic cutouts—elegant, athletic, somehow still editorial-ready. I’d slipped a black bikini under my cover-up—simple triangle top, high-waisted bottoms that hugged the curve of my hips. Hair still in the loose knot from yoga. Sunglasses hiding where my gaze kept drifting.

Normally it rotated luxury brands like cars, perfume, and watches. Tonight it displayed something else. My wife. Cake stood on a beach with the ocean behind her, the glow of the screen making the image look almost surreal against the dark sky. She wore a bikini that left very little to the imagination. The fabric was minimal, and the sides of the bottom were nothing more than thin gold chains resting against her hips while the top curved just enough to remain decent. Sand clung lightly to her skin. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and the wind lifted a few strands across her cheek as she held a bottle of sunscreen toward the camera.

starting to wake up. I quickly pull away. “What’s wrong?” Ryan asks. “Nothing,” I say quickly. “Just, um...need to adjust.” She looks down and then seems to understand. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “I think I will be buying this bikini afterall…” With that, she walks back into the dressing room, swaying her hips. FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!! -------- Ryan

Phoebe was it, really. It’s more like you’re one person all your life and someone shows up, taking you from your comfort zone. She challenged me. Like any Maserati would. ... Phoebe's POV Roxanne and I sat at the pool wearing bikinis and sun glasses. I'm wearing a pink-bluish maternity navy floral ruffled bikini set that's backless and showed my bump and cleavage while Roxanne's in a two piece plain lemon colored throng and bra bikini set.

Rosie suddenly felt someone grab her arm and was pulled upwards. She was then tossed onto the shore while the sounds of splashing water filled the air. The man was extremely rough when pulling her up and it seemed he did not care that she was a female. He then scrutinized the little woman who had trespassed. Yes, little woman. Compared to him, Rosie appeared smaller despite being very curvy. Her damp, long hair was draped across her back and she was wearing a translucent white bikini which accentuated her curves and allowed her dark nipples to be seen.

"Alright then, let's start. We barely have twenty minutes to get ready. Mr Chase should be able to arrange the mask" "Sure! I'll be back in a blink" Chase muttered and rushed out. The stylist took Ria to a private place where no one would come into and began the makeover. Ria got dressed in a white bikini, a black wig covered her silver hair. She also wore a white bikini cover to cover the part of her cleavage that was showing and her butt even though her front wasn't covered properly, Ria felt relieved. The stylist slipped in a black heel shoes onto her legs. Ready, Ria stood up and the stylist let out gasps.