Slender Waist Novels & Stories

She was naturally thin, and the minor workout she did only smoothed her stomach without rippling it. Her waistline was shapely, erotically curving in from her hips before moving upwards where Matt’s eyes traveled. Her white bra was almost see through, and Matt could make out the distinct darkness of her nipples against the material. Sparse freckles dotted her smooth, milking skin, only enhancing her sexiness.

Sabrina was thin like you imagined a catwalk model would be - likely she would have been a good one if she had a bit more height. Her stomach wasn't muscled so much as just lean, and you had a delicious, warm feeling as you softly stroked her smooth skin. You could feel her responding to you in little ways, feel every breath through her diaphragm. Running the tip of your middle finger softly around her belly button made her stomach flex from the soft tickle of it.

He caught Marcus watching him with a knowing smirk. Before they even began, Denver couldn’t help but notice the way Sandra sashayed around the conference room as she prepared her materials. Her snug-fitting suit accentuated every curve, the fabric hugging her waist, hips, and thighs with the sort of effortless grace that only true confidence can carry. Her heels clicked authoritatively against the polished floor as she moved from the projector to the whiteboard, every stride smooth and measured, her calves taut and shapely beneath the hem of her pencil skirt. She had the kind of legs that belonged in a magazine spread—athletic but soft, with just the right amount of definition, every movemen

Sleeveless, with a slit that starts mid-thigh and dares to bare my leg with every step. I slip it on. It hugs me in all the right places. Right at my waist, skimming my curves like it was sewn just for me. Sexy and elegant. I twist my hair into a neat bun, swipe red gloss across my lips, and step into a pair of white heels that make me taller. Grabbing my small bag, I exhale and step out.

Chapter eighty seven(The wedding) Sapphire's Point Of View: The white dress hugged my waist, compressing my stomach in its material. The dress was perfectly shaped at the torso, holding two cups to accommodate my breasts. The waist area was carved slim to fit my figure. It was so tight that I felt like a barbie doll for a while but I got used to it. As long as it made me elegant, I accepted it. At the hips, it was shaped like brackets, bringing out the beauty of my hips.

“Yes” I squealed, being so happy to find the perfect dress tonight. When I tried it on, it fitted me like a glove as if it was made for me. The corset aspect of the dress in the bodice was so pleading to my figure and made my girls pop. Almost pop out but not quite. My waist was set in an hourglass figure and the small draped detail just above the slit that lands on my hip accentuated my curves in all the right spots. The slit showed off my biggest asset being my long legs.

His abs took center stage, forming a remarkable eight-pack that testified to his unwavering commitment to fitness. What set Logan apart further was the classic V-shape of his torso, framed by broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The result was an athletic silhouette that was not only visually appealing but also the embodiment of strength and agility. As he moved through the water, his form was the very essence of grace and power combined.

It was a strapless gown with a small slit at the back. The dress, carefully folded within the box, unveiled its exquisite details as Aliyah gingerly inspected it. It was a captivating strapless gown, adorned with a sense of elegance that immediately caught her eye. The fabric, a sleek black, promised a timeless allure. The design showcased a subtle slit at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble. As Aliyah held it up, she noted the fine craftsmanship, the contours of the gown suggesting a flattering silhouette. The strapless feature hinted at a graceful neckline, while the modest slit offered a more conservative vibe.

Muscles that would flex and ripple when he moved above you. It was there in the way he filled out his suit, in the way the material stretched just a little across his broad shoulders and over his biceps. He seemed to have a swimmer’s build, his frame leaner than it would’ve been if he was a gym rat. His waist seemed tapered, the suit hanging nicely from his narrow hips.

If the black color dress was sensual, then the purple one was elegant and classy. Kisa carried the heavy dress and walked up to Gilbert. "What about this one?" The dress had a high waist-bustier ball gown design with just the right amount of detailing around the waistline, outlining the luscious upper half of her body to the fullest. With Kisa's height, coupled with the high waistline design, it made her lower body look more elongated. Even without the high heels, her body proportions still looked perfect. Gilbert raised his hand and stroked the side of her waist. "Is it tight? Does it hurt your belly?"