Skin Sins Novels & Stories

Lusia. She stood beneath the cascading water, steam curling around her delicate frame like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, covered in a soapy lather that slid down the curves of her body, tracing the scars that marred her flesh. Those scars—each one a testament to the suffering she had endured—should have repulsed me. But instead, they fascinated me. They were proof of her resilience, of the fire that burned within her despite everything she had been through.

The desperation in his bones is just too much as he finds himself shivering uncontrollably like a sex-addicted patient while he leans her against the backrest of the car seats taking off her bra completely. He pins her head towards it gripping hard against her neck as it begins to smash her p**** while massaging her breasts without mercy. He feels overtaking. He feels like the demon from hell or the abyss has suddenly taken possession of his bones making him do things that he would rather not do right now in this sort of desperate situation. He can't just control himself.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

she says in a scolding way. “Nope. You came to get a tan; I can't afford that luxury.” “Why?” “Because unlike you, no matter how hard I try I'll never get a nice caramel color on my skin but a horrible shrimp shade of red, besides I don't want to spend the next three days locked up in the room because of the fever I'll get if I get a sunburn, so I'd rather be safe than sorry.” I continue to put the protective cream on my skin when suddenly I hear my friend speak again.

to be sacrificed to the Great Earth Mother. His skin was sheened with sweat, phallus jutting aggressively from the tangled mass of pubic hair, balls cushioned on the sheet between splayed legs. Karen smiled to herself as she shed her dress and knickers, seeing Sinclair’s weapon thicken at the sight of her naked breasts, slim thighs and wet pussy.

The cold air of the lab touched my skin as I unraveled the silk bindings that had hidden my identity for so long. Dorian turned briefly to a cabinet and retrieved a thick glass jar. Inside was a viscous silver liquid that seemed almost alive. “What is that?” I asked, uneasy, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Skin-Alchemist,” Dorian explained, slipping on thin medical gloves. “A high-level synthetic skin. Once applied, the liquid will harden, flatten your chest, and perfectly blend with your natural skin tone and texture. Even the sharpest wolf’s sense of smell won’t detect the difference.”

Hubert asked, “Alex, how did you know about it?” Alex replied, “I saw a document in Giovanni Winn’s safe keep. It was the core technical component in the cosmeceutical products. It’s a new venom that could make people’s human skin dependent on it. If the product is not used for a period of time, the skin will fester. Moreover, psychologically, it will also create a strong sense of dependency, just like taking those stuff.” “No way?” Hubert’s expression changed abruptly. It was because he suddenly remembered that some people did have such side effects. However, after they continued using the product, they were fine again.

"Wow, you can see the screws under your skin, Frank!" While she scrubbed and depending on the position he took as she turned him around to pass the sponge, the object under his skin could be seen perfectly, and you could almost see the screw ridges, the embedded striations on it. "That's cool. And does it hurt?" Clara ran her fingers over his skin. "No, fortunately it's painless now, and in the part that I believe you're touching, it's kind of numb. Are you done?" "Yes, now it's my turn," she turned around, gave him the sponge, and leaned against the wall with her back to him. "Your skin is very fair, it turns red quickly, so I didn't scrub too hard, but on mine, put a little more pressure,

“What’s wrong? Never encountered a skin walker before? Mmm?” “Obsidian.” Justice cries so loud, the name almost comes out of my mouth. “Sinclair.” I tear my eyes away from the creature, to Sin Snell. “I still have over a month.” His eyes are black, but not because his wolf is coming forward. His human eyes are so dark that you can’t see the difference between the iris and pupil. His skin is fair but not pale and his hair is slightly shaggy, but it suits him. My eyes trail down to see he’s dressed in a sharp black suit with a black fitted shirt and skinny tie. His shoes are highly polished to finish out the outfit.

Then, she suddenly reached out to pinch the back of Frank's hand, exclaiming in curiosity, "Why is your skin so tough but so soft to the touch? Strange." Frank chuckled, knowing what she was getting at. "In video game terms, my skin is a passive skill that stops everything on its own without activation." Yancy nodded again. "Then can I take a sample for research?" She flinched as Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No way! Are you really that stingy? You just drank my Dom Perignon too, and it's way more expensive than the more popular crap. Pretty please? Can you do me a solid?"