Wanita Mempesona Novels & Stories

I am a few steps away from her, trying so hard not to look at her wet lips that his parted open and pink. I have been with a lot of women for a while and even though it’s just for pleasure, not one of them has been this appetizing, this beautiful, this endearing. God, she is just Gorgeous and I love it when she looks stunned and speechless, she is a different kind of beauty.

" Gentle girl. Welcome to the Festival of Oscurità. Where do you fit to belong, men or women?" The woman stripped almost naked, with just a mere linen cloth wrapped over her round butt and a transparent line cloth over her swollen nipples, told Josette. The woman had a glowing skin that could drive men to devious lust, hatred and enmity. Josette looked up at the woman— her eyes nearly widening in shock. " Women." Without even thinking, she spoke not for once drifting her gaze away from the woman. Once a smile crept on the woman's thin lips, Josette gasped. How can someone possess so much beauty?

Chase, who had entered Yara's sea of consciousness, saw two beautiful women. One of them was Yara. Yara was bound up by a black rope that was burning with spectral fire. They looked menacing. The other woman was a beautiful middle-aged woman in black. She was covered with black flames. Her fair upper breasts were exposed. She had a beautiful face that did not seem to age. That woman was beautiful, but not as gorgeous as Yara. However, she was extremely seductive and had eyes that teased. Her extremely confident mannerisms gave her even more charm.

However, she found herself at a loss for words as she locked eyes with the newcomer's exceedingly exquisite face and elegant smile. Her gaze remained unwavering on the woman. Lana always considered herself quite attractive and stood out in a crowd. However, the person before her appeared to surpass her beauty. In reality, this woman looked even more stunning in person than on the screen. Despite the evident signs of age, she had taken remarkable care of herself. She appeared to be in her early thirties. Lana couldn't help but be entranced by the woman's timeless beauty. Sensing Lana's intense scrutiny, the woman gently asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

They automatically turned their attention to the woman. She was a woman with radiant beauty. Her facial features were so flawless that it filled everyone with awe. Her glistening eyes were mesmerizing and she had a smile that was bright enough to light up a room. It was as if she was carrying a mystifying charm about her. Her beauty made others think of the phrase that goes, "She's a doll!" So, she was the granddaughter in the Sawyer family who had been the talk of the town? They had heard that she was the Countess of Sisilia Island;

“It's good to see you, Zelda.” She leaned in, her red lips glistening. “It's really good to see you, Ron. It's been too long.” This woman standing before us was stunningly beautiful. Tall and slender, with curvy hips and a tiny, nipped waist, she looked like the Hollywood version of a professional business woman. Her nice choice of outfitting could have come directly from the wardrobe department. Her glossy waves looked like they had just been touched up by her beauty team. I wasn't even jealous. I was sort of dumbfounded that this woman existed in real life.

Today she was announcing her comeback from hibernation, the man sitting next to Robert filled him in. From his back seat Robert saw a woman with a sensuous figure wearing a strapless Mermaid illusion electric blue sparkling evening gown walk in. A diamond choker necklace, matching chandelier earrings and thick bracelet caught the light with each of her movements as her long wavy luscious hair gave her a dreamy and mesmerizing appearance. Wait!, why did she look familiar?, Robert felt his mouth open agape. Was he going mad? Why was this stunning woman reminding him of Sarah?

Mena "You've been waiting for me?" I asked. Looking at the woman, I had no choice but to admire her beauty. It might've been the way she presented herself, or the sundress which hugged her body—but there was just something about her.I could tell she had never had a worry in her life, other than which designer bag would match her outfit for the day. What struck me the most was not her beauty, but the way she had been involving Naty. It was both hearth warming and worrying, because I couldn't understand why.

The tiny mole beneath the corner of her eye added a captivating touch. This woman, so pure yet exuding an intense allure, captivated the women in the salon.

Was it soft and plush or was it hard and light? But it's her hips that truly captivates me. The gentle slope from her waist to her hips, accentuated by the way she's lying on her side, is a thing of beauty. I can't help but imagine my hands tracing those curves, exploring every inch of her delectable body. I know I shouldn't be so fixated on her physical appearance, but I can't help it. This woman called Tania is a beauty -- a beauty that I was yet to discover.