Taint Body Part Novels & Stories

Then Sarah took a shower. She entered the bathroom. Her hot body was imprinted on the opaque glass of the door. Sarah's body is very beautiful. The cool water flowed over her body, the water winding over Sarah's body like a silver snake. It slithered across Sarah's sensitive areas. A few seconds later, the scent of soap wafted through each crevice and wafted through the room. Soon, Sarah's room was filled with the seductive scent of lavender.

The sound of running showers stops and Alpha Kain finally walks out of the bathroom. I turn now to look at him, coming face to face with his half naked body. The upper part, chiseled with well-toned and tanned muscles that almost pulse with every step he makes. There’s a large scar over the left side of his chest which inadvertently adds to the sex appeal oozing off him. The lower half, regretfully, is wrapped in a white towel. Regretfully? Here I am, drooling over him like I wasn’t given a full glimpse of his entire body and eventually fucked him last night.

I straighten again and increase the pace, riding him with more purpose. The slick glide of our bodies fills the quiet tent. Sand shifts beneath the silks with every movement. I run my hands over his chest, tracing old scars and the fresh red lines my nails left during the torture. Light catches the oil and sweat still glistening on his skin, making him look like a statue brought to life.

I read out as I unconsciously trailed my finger on his tattoo which I find actually cute. “Cute.” I muttered before moving to a standing position. “Do you like it?” He asked and I scoffed. “It's cute. That's that to that.” I mumbled as led him to the tub and he got in. I made sure the water covered his lower part and also did not touch his wound as I began wiping his body with a wet towel and gently wiped his body while making sure to avoid touching his private parts. “Are you scared? Go ahead and touch it, it was inside you last night.” He grinned from ear to ear and I wanted nothing but to wipe off that smirk off his face.

His towering, scarred frame was completely bare, his dark tattoos glistening under the running water. He didn't say a word. He simply stepped up behind her, his chest pressing against her wet, bare back, and took the bar of expensive sandalwood soap from her hands. Serena’s breath hitched as his large, calloused palms began to work up a rich, warm lather, spreading it slowly over her shoulders and down her arms. His movements were surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the feral dominance of the previous day. He turned her around smoothly, his eyes darkening as he washed her chest, his thumbs lightly grazing the tight peaks of her bosoms, which were still covered in a beautiful roadmap of

It was a blur because she was using the hot shower, so the shower glass that she was in was translucent, although i could still recognize the female body anywhere. I tattoo them almost everyday. Her body was bare and wet, the bottom strands of her hair was dripping down her back, causing a pool of water to form on her the curve of her very thick ass, like a bowl packing water. The water did not stay, it continued running down her booty, like a waterfall and it make her skin soggy, wet enough to make anything easily slip into it. She turned around, and i almost flinched from the thought of her seeing me, although i could not care less but she did not see me.

He said, his fingers tracing the rough surface of the scar. His words resonated deeply within me, and tears welled up in my eyes. He was telling me something I had never truly believed myself. My scars were a testament to my strength, a reminder that I had overcome the unimaginable. His touch felt like a gentle affirmation, a validation of my inner battles. He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue across the scar, his actions both intimate and affectionate. The next moment, we were on the bed, his body pressed against mine. He skilfully unlatched the clasp of my bra, and I felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as the garment was pulled away from my body.

Farra dropped the bodice to the side and reached for the tie holding the neckline of her gown together. The bodice had crushed fabric of her gown to her skin. Thaelen knew from experience that the cloth would be damp to the touch, body warm, and her skin rich with her natural fragrance and the salt of sweat. Just imagining dragging his tongue up the centreline of her body had his c-ck throbbing. “General Thaelen…” She prompted.

His back, in particular, he didn't dare to let the water stream onto. Seeing a towel in the bathroom drawer, Aiden soaked it with warm water. He only washed the areas that were prone to sweat. While cleaning his body, full of scars, he winced in pain because of the stinging sensation on his wounds, especially when the soap accidentally touched the whip marks from his father.

He took his time to rub my entire body before he slowly turned off the shower and guided me towards the big tub that could fit five to six people at a time. He scrubbed my back and moved the soft sponge to my front. He slowly scrubbed my chest and breasts and down to my navel. My waist downwards was buried under the soapy warm water. His two fingers inserted into my clit and I had to hold onto the tub to balance myself. I heard him smirk as he washed me before handing me the sponge. He turned around and gave me the clear view of his broad back. It was the first time I noticed a deep scar on his back. It was an old scar. Dark brownish in color and not aligning with his fair and slightly tanne