Thinner Leaner Stronger Novels & Stories

Dae watches as the older stands up and quickly strips his pants off of his legs, his black boxers displaying the prominent bulge. Dae didn't have it in him to look away because Aroon was gorgeous. His broad shoulders, toned biceps, hard built chest, rock hard abs and his thick perfect thighs were simply mouth watering. Dae found himself hard already by just a mere glans at the older's body.

With my first client meeting me at six this morning, we arrive at the gym early, meaning I get to watch Piper. The definition starting to show in her arms and back is sexy as hell. It's not overly muscular, she's simply elongating what was already there. It's becoming leaner.

I would not even be mad about it because I have thought of checking myself into one a lot of times before when I saw what I had been seeing although I stopped thinking about that because that seemed to set my mood off even more and just make it worse. I have also noticed that I have become leaner and my body and muscles have become more toned. I definitely know it is not from the training dad and I have been doing ever since I was young because this happened suddenly as if overnight. I have to be a lot more careful and concentrate so I don't unleash the power and strength I now seem to own when I train with dad because he might know something is up then.

His robe was loosely tied around his waist, revealing the taper of his hips and the lines of his abdomen as the lamplight caught him in all the wrong (or right) angles. Eli was by no means a short or tiny guy. He took pride in his appearance and worked out very frequently. Eli was ripped even though he was lean, but next to this man, he looked and felt like a damn twig. The difference in their sizes somehow went to his cock and he choked on his next breath, trying and failing to expunge the thoughts. ugh. How was this man on this monk diet and still built like a goddamn spartan? Eli glared suspiciously, thinking, Maybe he eats steak in secret and pretends to be holy.

she twitched her lips, finding the word difficult to come up with. Yes! Devastating! His shoulders were wide, built like a god of war. Years of practice, years of strength. Proofs striked dangerous marks all over his body, reminding her of how dangerous he was. Thick veins coiled over his forearms underneath mass of muscles, pulsing faintly, just like the slow rise and fall of his broad chest, taught with controlled breathing.

His broad shoulders seemed sculpted to perfection, tapering into a lean, defined torso that radiated strength. Each muscle was etched with precision, from the ridges of his abs to the hard lines of his obliques. His chest was smooth, with a subtle sheen that caught the light, making his skin appear like polished marble. The veins on his arms stood out slightly, adding to the air of dominance he carried effortlessly. His biceps flexed with the slightest movement, showcasing his physical prowess. A faint scar trailed along his left side, hinting at a story he had never shared.

The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he raised his hand and motioned to the gardener, who was fastening the other end of the chain to a small tractor. He had one of those bodies built by necessary force and years of careful practice, not the lean, chiseled look that was so popular with the warriors of the pack. Aaron was built. Powerful. A real beefcake.

Sky's slimmer, lean muscle rippling under sun-kissed skin, blond locks falling into eyes that sparkle with mischief. They smile—easy, cocky grins that flash white teeth and promise sin. Hot doesn't cover it; they're scorching, bodies honed from whatever secret workouts they do, asses round and firm, cocks probably thick and veined from the way their pants tent when they shift in their seats. The worst part?

I’m nоt complaining, though, bесаuѕе іt’ѕ аlwауѕ nісе tо feel lean аnd lіmbеr. I’m not fаt іn аnу wау, but mу сurvеѕ hаvе gotten рrеttу сurvу over thе last couple уеаrѕ. Nоw I nееd tо work hаrd іn thе dоjо to keep mуѕеlf іn fіghtіng fоrm.