Soft White Underbelly Book Review Novels & Stories

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

There was a little childish fun hidden under the man's mature temperament. Zenna was very warm and translucent from neck to toe and there was no blemish and her skin was even more fragile as there was a thin layer of soft flesh on the delicate body, soft and tender to the touch, It was hard to put it down. As the pajamas were opened on both sides, a pair of snow-white and plump t*ts were exposed. Even if it was lying flat, it was upturned like a peach and plump with a beautiful arc, and the top was dotted with a touch of bright red.

It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching. My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased. I should have closed the book. Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read. The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat. Tah. And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.

And I was living proof that judging a book by its cover was a dangerous game. He stepped into the other room. He was back in moments, his latest victim a silent wraith. She was nothing but skin and bone, her belly sucked in so far I could see the point on the base of her sternum. Her hair was chopped off at odd angles and her skin had a yellow cast to it.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

SOPHIA POV My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing through the corridor as my legs stretched against my tight leather skirt. I swung my baton casually, striking it against the prison bars. The metallic clang drew attention immediately, every prisoner turned to look as I walked past, their gazes heavy and lingering. “You know I’m still going to spread them pussy open,” one of them said. I eyed him from head to toe. “In your dreams sweetheart, you look worse than a garbage truck driver. This pussy is for top dogs only,” I barked at him as I swayed my hips away.

Evenarte murmured. Yes, Doc it would be fine if that ID didn’t belong to me! I should’ve just left it in my drawer. Lips bitting then. Argh! @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

White, sоft arms ended in deliсate hands. Thin сlоth соvered the middle оf the bоdy, whiсh rоse and fell in the slоw rhythm оf the breath. The hem оf the shirt had risen sо high that there was a dark triangle where the twо deliсate legs stretсhed in a wide V frоm the bоdy. Befоre his gaze соuld wander, He lооked dоwn at himself and disсоvered a musсular belly and wiry legs.

I knew he was still awake, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Zed, you didn’t wash your undies. Do you have something to wear tomorrow?” I asked with a poker face. And I couldn’t define the sense of awkwardness and agitation I felt inside. “That blue underwear?” he replied, still with closed eyes. “Yes.” “Have you forgotten that I never wear any color aside from white?” I felt slapped. And the more I got awkward. “Ah, yes, so, it's not yours? What kind of cleaners does this hotel have? Why don’t they clean the room thoroughly for the next users?"