Sweet Pampering Novels & Stories

Sweet , warm , delicate, and savory . " You already ate your dish , now it's my turn . From when you came until now , I have made sure to feed you well so that you would be prepared for this moment . " said king Damien licking the strawberry on his finger . " You ! You !.....What are you saying ?! " said Charlotte super embarrassed . " How come you always get embarrassed like this , my cute naive wife ?! " said Damien with a sweet smile . ' I really love it when he smiles like this . ' thought Charlotte with her face blushing .

Her fingers traced lightly over my chest, sending a shiver through me despite my attempts to remain composed. Her proximity was intoxicating, and her scent—a blend of jasmine and something deeper, more primal—enveloped me. Pamela's lips were inches from mine, her breath warm and inviting. She leaned in, her voice a whisper that promised more. “You’ve been so tense, Kai. Let me help you unwind.”

But the more She understood, the more She didn't understand why her lover would do things that It should not be done by men to beautiful women like Syamsa, although when Syamsa was unconscious. “It's not that you didn't text me, Brother Qomar. I was angry because of your sweet treatment to Syamsa. You do it behind me, as if you don't know that someone is looking at you. Syamsa is indeed beautiful and attractive. She is able to sedate anyone who looks at her. Syamsa is an idol on our campus, but isn't there the slightest taste that prevents you from kissing her? You already have me. But you don't think about my feelings, ”muttered Sazkia while wiping the tears that started to melt down her fa

“I couldn’t help but love the way you sleep. Your face was so peaceful – you needed to see it.” “Was that the only thing you were staring at? My face?” Pam asked teasingly as she brought a chicken lap to her mouth. “I noticed the other body parts when we were fucking like rabbits. Right now, your face is all I want to see. I’m afraid my bulge can’t stand again.” “We will see about that. But for that – thanks for this breakfast, my darling sweet.” “You are the sweet one especially with that dripping pussy of yours. Always dripping for Daddy.”

Red petals were scattered all over the floor and across the large bed like something from a romance movie. Soft music played from speakers hidden somewhere in the room. It was so romantic. Exactly the kind of scene women dream about. “What do you think? Do you like it?” he asked softly behind me. I forced a smile onto my face even though my chest felt tight. “It’s… beautiful.” Richard smiled faintly and stepped closer. “I wanted tonight to be special.” My stomach twisted painfully. I knew exactly what he meant. The room suddenly felt too hot and suffocating. "Hold on a moment."

He wants me to be ready and confident when he do what he keeps on saying. Right now, when I look at his face and the small smile that plays at his soft lips, I feel like I can do it. I can do anything for this man. People think it is about sex. It is not about sex, always. It is intimacy we craves. To be touched in every part of the body, to be looked at, to be admired and laugh with someone. Feeling safe. Feeling like someone has got us. This is what we crave. This is what I crave with him.

"Roses for my beautiful wife." I was surprised. I haven't seen where it came from. "Ohh, where did you get it?" "It's called magic." He joked as he laughed. I laughed as well. Oh, he has a funny side too. Suddenly, I recalled my list of qualities of a man that I like. Hmm. Romantic, check. Gentleman, check. Funny, check! It's three out of eight, not bad. Afterward, the waiter began to serve the food. Hmm... I suddenly felt hungry as I could smell the delicious scent of the mouth-watering dishes.

The man with messy hair and broad shoulders was on top of me. I saw him smile, a sweet smile that wasn't cold at all. His arm stroked my hair and then moved to my chin, his fingers brushing my lips "I like this color. You look gorgeous, baby." I almost lost control of my emotions. That expression wasn't fake at all. Five years ago I felt his gentleness, and now I am even more immersed in it. Suddenly, a bold thought popped into my head. I’m a substitute, so what? Now I'm his wife anyway, I have the right to do this.

Sam murmured, brushing Charlotte’s damp hair from her face. Charlotte, still shuddering, whispered hoarsely, “I… I’ve never needed anyone like that before.” Sam smiled wickedly. “That’s just the beginning. We still have the rest of your ‘spa day.’” Steam curled lazily through the private spa suite, the air perfumed with lavender and sandalwood. Charlotte lay draped across the padded table, robe untied, skin still flushed from her first climax. Samantha moved with languid confidence, gathering warm oils, cotton cloths, razors gleaming under soft light.

The pressure drops, popping my ears. I open my eyes for a fraction of a second. A vibrant, glowing blue mist is rising from our skin. It swirls around us in thick, luminous tendrils, illuminating the dark corners of the room. It smells like ozone and impending storms. I close my eyes and deepen the kiss. I tilt her head back, demanding more. I trace her bottom lip, tasting the sweet cocoa she drank earlier. She is completely rigid in my grip for one second. Then, she melts. Her small hands come up, gripping the fabric of my black shirt. She pulls herself closer, leaning into my chest.