Unconventionally Attractive Novels & Stories

It’s not like I hadn’t seen him topless in the pool when we were younger, just not so much lately. I have to take a deep breath and tell myself it is normal to appreciate a good-looking person with a good physique, and it means absolutely nothing. I am only grossed out by the fact Tyler planted a seed that Dane has weird fantasies about getting me in bed. That’s where this is coming from. It’s not the first time I thought Dane was attractive. I am overthinking and making myself insane with it.

I responded, wondering why she sounded so awestrucked. She stared at me like I’d just spoken a foreign language where as she did a couple of seconds ago. “Are you serious?” “I mean,” I hesitated, thinking it over, “he’s attractive, I guess. But hottest?” She let out another dramatic groan and dropped her head onto the table. “You are unreal.” I shrugged. “I don’t see it.” She lifted her head slowly, eyes narrowed. “What kind of men do you see, then?” The image that surfaced in my mind was immediate and unwanted and just the forbidden type I'm not meant to even picture. Dark eyes. Sharp jaw. A presence that filled rooms without effort.

"You must be Kaira? I have heard a lot of good things about you... seriously is an honor to work with you on this project..... " He was busy talking and I was busy ogling at him. His body was warm-toned, and his rugged features were alluring. He had skin people of poetic bent called cafe or lait, dark brown eyes, hair dyed amber, and very perfect height. 5 inches 9cm if not wrong... "If you are done looking at me, can you look at the design??" I embarrassingly looked down rubbing my forehead. "Sure, I would love to see them..." I said. He looked at me and continue...

"So how did it feel like, knowing months before I did? Did you have seconds thoughts? Did you feel it strange to have not just a guy, but another alpha as a mate?" "No let me put it like this, it's like having your own type, nobody judges when a white woman is only attracted to black man or when a black woman is attracted to only white guys, we all have our type the only difference is that my type has the same genitals as me and is an alpha, nobody judges when you're not in blondes or red heads, but when you get attracted to the same sex all hell break loose, and I was afraid of what people will say because we were both males, and I knew we will be judged but mostly I was afraid of you rejec

My breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. I pulled out my phone, my fingers flying across the screen with a practiced, shameful familiarity. I opened a hidden browser tab, searching for something raw, something heavy with explicit, overwhelming desire, scenes of women being held tightly, consumed, and devoured by men who couldn't keep their hands off them. The audio filled the quiet guest room. The heavy breathing, the friction of skin against skin, the low moans of a woman being thoroughly wanted. Closing my eyes, I arched my back against the mattress and slid my hand down past the waistband of my underwear. My fingers were shaking, but as soon as I touched myself, a soft, pathetic sob e

Then, why was the prospect of not speaking to a stranger again tearing her apart, like she was having a serious heart attack? It was an atypical behavior of her; guys had never been her topmost priority and she’d never been in any serious relationship. It seemed that her lack of appeal to the opposite sex had caught up with a vengeance. That kind of fatal attraction she felt for a complete stranger was unhealthy, albeit the fact that the man was so sexy that any woman would swoon over him. It was just a crush, there was no need to make a big deal out of it. It meant nothing. She would work it out her system.

‘My, but your thing is lovely. I’ve said before that I normally don’t find them attractive. I usually think they’re just funny-looking, and occasionally downright repulsive. I never cared that much for my exes’ (other than, you know, during sex), and I certainly didn’t enjoy the ones I’d seen in the few porno clips my college boyfriend had cajoled me into watching (usually with my fingers in front of my eyes). But Connor’s… I could have lain there all day just looking at it.

She felt like she was the oddest one out here in the club despite having a good figure and her unusual bold makeup. The people in the club weren’t the people she had come across in the usual clubs. In this club, there were people who wore suits and showed off their strong aura. And some people wore little to nothing. There was nobody shaming, people with all sizes and shapes walked around half-naked with confidence. Haven was caught off guard. All through her teenage, she had thought maintaining a good body was enough to have a good sex life. Darn the TV shows and magazines she read.

She added angrily, staying in character. She knew that she can flirt her way in, but the bouncer just doesn't pass her standards when it comes to physical appearance in men. She had been forcing herself to flirt with unattractive dudes all night in order to pull her scheme off, and she's sick of it. If only her face was a little more mature, and she was a little taller. Fortunately, many crooked men have this weird attraction towards little, pretty girls. It's disgusting, but sometimes it can be a compelling tool.

They say that Catherine choose their new member in the club. And in the three forms I focused on that gir forml. I looked at this ID picture one by one. Its beauty is simple. But when you look at its appearance, it has a unique appeal. How many times have I crashed it? Out of all the women I countered, this is the only one I found to be attractive to me. And what annoys me here is being called a sociopath and a psychopath. Plus what I earn is of no interest to me. Of the many people who liked me, she was the only one who I didn’t see who liked me. Instead, it still resists with a sharp stare at me. That will sometimes make me suffer!