Thinner Novels & Stories

The walls feel too thin. And my self-control? Shredded.

“Take your skirt off. Leave the shoes.” I bit my lip and shimmied out of my skirt. He took my hand and held me steady as I stepped out of the fabric. I took in his body… what I could see of it, anyway. His chest was wider, much more muscular than when we’d first been intimate, and I ached to run my tongue over every ridge. He was also much tanner than he had been back then. Gone was the paleness of the Pacific Northwest, replaced with a golden brown that made him more beautiful.

— Poor girls, they look like a skeleton. I smiled kindly, but that's a lie. I'm not that thin, when I'm standing yes, but sitting I have my rolls. Angie is thinner, she is small from every point of view, but at fifteen she dresses much better than me, she even looks like an adult when she wants to. So her physique is not a problem for her, she is already slim by nature. "They're delicious," Angie says, chewing on a cookie. - Oh thanks. Tell me, how do you know Thomy?