The Body Shaper Novels & Stories

Stretching her weary body, she headed into the bathroom. Gordon was leaning with one hand braced against the shower wall, his head bowed as the hot water cascaded down his sculpted back and ass. Sharon swallowed hard as her gaze travelled his naked body. He had the most amazing body, so taut and hard and full of barely restrained passion. His submissive posture frightened her though. She couldn't bear to seem him so vulnerable, of knowing that she was the cause of the vulnerability within him.

section surgery she felt it was the high time they did something positive for themselves. She decided they go to a gym, and can join swimming, dancing, and yoga classes to achieve the desire of her life looking good. Now that the boys were growing up she needed to seduce the man of her life and make him remember her as the girl, not his baby's mother. She needed to gain her sexy body back so she called the gym and booked an appointment as well as the yoga classes.

She did not doubt that she had charms, she cared religiously for her skin, and her huge breasts were a magnet for the unwanted look of the occasional boy. She stared at them. Her pink nipples were small and had a halo that made it appear a little bigger. Her large hips made her buttocks appear larger which makes her look very sexy. The shape of her body was what they call a guitar body, and her buttocks were round and too soft for her taste.

She dared another glance at the man as the players to her right placed their bets. He was tall. Very tall. And broad. And intimidating. Which was something, considering Shania's Amazonian proportions. She didn't often find men that could dwarf her. She stood just under six feet with a body that gave curvy a new name. A friend had once called her ass a ba-donk-a-donk. Whatever that meant. But it had sounded like a compliment, so Shania had taken it as such. She'd always felt comfortable in her own body.

Shyla’s P.O.V. A shower together? Nope, not a chance in hell! Maddox’s offer made me recoil in horror; I was terrified at the notion of being naked in front of him so soon. The doctor told me about the recovery period and exercises to reduce my pregnancy weight, which has transformed my curvy sexy body into an ugly saggy figure. I was exercising and following a strict diet to reshape my body again to be intimate with my mate. But so soon?

“It’s not like that for me. Maybe because I was turned by hybrids, and you’re born to it?” “I feel ripped off, then,” he grumbled. Talen cleared his throat in a subtle reminder that he was about to try to shift. “Do I picture the form in my head?” He asked when their attention returned to him. “Not… really?” Cameron answered. “Your body sort of knows where it needs to go and what it should look like.” “I think that picturing something might lead to problems,” Heath replied. “Like your body might try to force itself into a shape that is just not natural to it, rather than assume the shape that is.”

Instead, I silently slip into the shower. His eyes are closed and he's rubbing his head, making sure all the shampoo is out of his hair. The hot water sluices down his body. His very cut, very wet, very muscular body. Since he's quit soccer, Santos has gotten softer. He's still extremely fit, sporting an eight pack and that "V" women love. But his pecs aren't as deeply chiseled. He has the beginnings of a small pooch just below those abs. His cock is…

Sarah replied with a wink. I joined her on the deck, gave Sarah a sinful grin, and untied my top letting it fall at my feet. I did the same with my bottoms and climbed into the hot tub as Sarah did a sexy dance and strip like she was in a club. The only thing missing was a stripper pole. When she was naked, I marveled at the perfection of her body. If an artist was going to sculpt the body of a goddess, they would use Sarah's body as the model. Her heart-shaped face was highlighted by her high cheekbones especially when she smiled. Sarah wasn't an athlete but had well-defined shoulder and arm muscles. Her legs are slender and firm. I don't have a foot fetish but I'd suck on her toes if she a

The top stripper walked in. Her name was Body. She charged the highest price in the club and dressed like she knew it. Tonight she wore nothing but a thin thong strap. A bright blue wig framed her light-skinned face, and her lashes were outrageously long. Her body curved dramatically with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Honey,” Body drawled, eyeing Zara, “this bitch starting to grow wings or what?” Zara stared at the floor. “I asked you,” Keisha barked again. “What time were you supposed to be here?”

CHAPTER 104: HIS WOMAN VS HIS EX-WIFE The woman was voluptuous. Her curves falls on each corner and on its right places. A bodycon was hugging her perfectly shaped waist and chest. They were tight, but fair enough to flaunt her assets and what beautiful of a woman she had work on to achieve who she is, or perhaps it was on genetics. I couldn’t help, but get jealous. She was more than the average I was. My chest falls between in the middle, it wasn’t big, but I am on B group. And my body—I have baby fats on my stomach, my arms were like jelly, incomparable to some women around my age. It made me envious. I will admit that I was kind of...permissive.