Taint Body Part Novels & Stories

I loved his chiseled body with tattoos patterned across his body. The sight of his wet body reminded me of the naked D’Angelo video in which his body was sexy as hell, all brown, toned in just the right places and looking very snackable. I know for a fact a lot of women were wet after watching that video. Yet here I was getting a version right in front of me. His dick hung to the side, thick and semi-erect as he began to wash himself. I watched as he cleaned himself for me. I watched the suds slowly slicing down his arms, chest and abs.

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.

I take off my clothes and shut the door, in case Ellie's wet dream graduates into sleepwalking. I step into the bathtub and turn on the shower. Cold water falls on me and the hot sensation inside of me slowly goes out like an extinguished flame. I stay like this for a minute before grabbing the soap and filling my body with lather. It takes me five minutes to get myself clean of dirt and free from lustful feelings. I dab my body with a white towel and apply a body spray called Tension. Ironic, isn't it?

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.

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.

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

After he’s wet, I grab the soap and begin to wash him. “What is this?” “Bodywash.” Taran looks puzzled, “It smells odd. Like flowers, but still very different.” I laugh, “Yeah, it’s supposed to smell like lavender. I can get you a more masculine smelling soap today. Rinse, and I will wash your hair.” He rinses then looks at me. “Bend down and close your eyes.” Taran follows my instructions, and I wash his hair.

He lifted his upper body from above me and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the corner. When for the second time our body made contact, but without any barrier of stupid clothes, my hands on their own accord started roaming carelessly around his back, his waist, everywhere my hands can reach. I made this mental image of tracing those incredible tattoos of his with my fingertips, which was unsurprisingly warm to touch. His prominent arousal, now grinding roughly between my embarrassingly wet panties, was creating delicious friction between our bodies, especially to our most intimating areas.