Slender Waist Novels & Stories

And his eyes and his whole face, plus the bulge down there, all told me he liked what he saw. The dress fit me perfectly. Aside from the cleavage, my waist looked tiny and my stomach flat in the 2-inch band at the waist. I looked sexy from behind, too, with the V-shaped back showing off my straight and slim back and the soft roundness of my butt. The slit wasn’t too scandalous because the skirt had layers. But when I put on my strappy high heels, my thighs and legs seemed to lengthen in the exposed part.

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

The waistline is accentuated by a slim belt or a band of ornate embellishments, adding a subtle focal point and defining the figure. The skirt of the gown flows gracefully, cascading down to the floor with a gentle A-line or slight mermaid silhouette. The fabric skims the hips and thighs, allowing for ease of movement while exuding an air of elegance. The length is just right, grazing the floor when paired with high heels, creating a regal and sophisticated appearance. The back of the gown is equally stunning, with a tasteful design element that draws attention. It featured a low V-back, embellished with intricate lace.

Every inch of his body was carved to perfection as if Michelangelo had crafted him in secret and never wanted to reveal his masterpiece to the world. His waist was tapered down in a V-line, the light dust of hair temptingly dropping low into the band of his black slacks. I leaned in closer, my heart fluttering with curiosity, trying to decipher the cursive writing that was delicately carved onto his waist. My heart raced, wondering what mysteries it held.

Across the thrones, each fate heavily still, endowed in their materialistic beauty, their gown still reaching for the floors and their garment, more details were caught. Breast plates and just like as repudiation of the Empire silhouette, the waist became the central focus of their entire garment. Designed to emphasize the waist through minimizing it, a corset was seen constructing the waistline in order to achieve a slender silhouette. As they were seen, their body radiated some sort of power, depicting their height in glory. And across the room, a voice echoed! "Pathetic--!" Sight rolls across catching the figure from the feet. Shoeless, he was and as sight rolled up, behold John, the one

The thin straps of the dress, gave a perfect highlight of her collar bones, while the body hugging dress clearly showed off her slender yet curvy body. As the girl walked, the slit on the right side of the dress was clearly visible, which ended upto the middle of her thighs. The girl was already quite tall and her perfect heels, gave her the look of a runway model. As she walked, Troy could not resust but stare at her alluring thighs and her swinging tiny waist. "Goodness! She is so hot." The man gulped in nervouseness as the girl was slowly coming closer to him.

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Delicate spaghetti straps, adorned with tiny crystal beads that twinkled like morning dew, provided a touch of glitz without overwhelming the overall effect. From the bodice, the skirt flowed outwards in a cascade of soft folds, creating a whimsical A-line silhouette that accentuated her long legs. Layers upon layers of the gossamer-thin chiffon billowed around her with each step, creating a sense of ethereal lightness. A subtle slit, strategically placed at the side of the skirt, peeked out just enough to reveal a glimpse of toned leg and a flash of shimmering gold sandal as she walked

She took a closer look at herself, posing left and right. She saw a slim 5' 6" teenager, rocking a stomach so taut. Her young bosom had decent heft, but it dared not to sag, the teardrop-shaped mounds thrusting out pertly. Her arms were lean, her shoulders graceful, and her waist had a remarkable curve to it, one that could rival more voluptuous girls. Her hands then ran over the marvelous swell of her hips as she studied her lower torso.

She circled with the tape measure still around her neck and her hands clasped behind her back and she looked at me with the focused attention of a woman who had been dressing people for thirty years and had a great deal of information in her head about what worked and what did not. The eyebrows moved several times. Then she stopped in front of me and she said, "I'm thinking we go with an A-line silhouette. Something with structured shoulders to draw the eye up. Dark colour, obviously. Perhaps a wrap detail at the waist to create definition." She said it pleasantly. She said it with the warmth of someone offering genuinely helpful guidance. Every word of it was about making me smaller. Not li