Waxing Lovely Novels & Stories

I have a feeling Dexter might struggle with this particular wish. "Willow got a haircut today. Though it was just a bit shorter, it made her look even more beautiful. Her new shower gel smells amazing too. She seemed to be in a very good mood today. She looked particularly relaxed and gentle." "How I wish I could always stay by her side. I want to bring her joy, to free her from all burdens, to let her just watch our children blossom and do what brings her happiness. I want to be with Willow, through every morning and night, for all the years to come. It's quite unfortunate, though, since I don't have much time left."

My staff complimented that I had a good command over the language, I owe it to my Alma mater. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better, I received a message from Advik when I was scrolling through W******p during my interval. Your DP looks nice he pinged. I know he’s trying to be casual. Thank you accompanied by an heart emoji I sent across in return. It took a while for him to text me back, ' your lips especially, just juicy as they appear to be’ with a kissey smiley. So now sir’s got the audacity to talk about the night’s event. I didn’t know what to react, I left the text marked read. After an hour I received,

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

TADE Tade waved at the security officer as she drives into the parking lot of Sunrise Mall, it's been two years since she discovered Pheecoz Beauty Salon, their customer's service, neatness, specialty in all styles, and the fact that the salon is mostly patronized by celebrities, made her choose the Salon as her final bus stop. For Tade, the primary reasons for going to the salon on a Friday can only be to get the right connections and get explicit celebrity gist. Getting her hair done is just secondary. If the gist being shared is juicy, Tade doesn't mind to voluntarily swap her turn with another customer just to buy more time to enjoy whatever topic of discussion it is in the gossip mill t

I’m just excited to enjoy our evening out. Reagan orders a round of appletinis for our group, along with some party mix, pretzels, and tortilla chips. “Question,” I alert my group of lovely ladies of my pending query. “Do any of you wax?” Martha shares a hilarious and painful story of attempting to wax her legs at home. Reagan offers to share her hairstylist, that also waxes her eyebrows at the salon. Madison states pain is not her idea of fun, so she shaves in the shower.

My cock throbbed against my underwear and pants and I took my hand to it, adjusting it so that it didn’t bother me so much anymore, but it was difficult, as I wanted to bury myself deep in this woman and wanted it overwhelmingly much. As soon as Scarlett's screams began to subside, I gave her another blow, this time weaker than the last and noticed the wax loosen and Scarlett squirmed more. At least it appeared that her eyes were now more focused because she followed all my movements with her gaze. It only took four more lashes for all the wax to come off, and that was enough to leave very red marks on her breasts. I told her to bring some ice too, but Liam said that it would be too much for

And Loveth supposed that she must have been on some kind of a high, because she found herself agreeing. She shopped until she almost dropped, but her fatigue was quickly put to flight by a pedicure-possibly the most heavenly and restful experience of her entire life. Her feet were pummelled and scrubbed and soaked in sweet-smelling warm water, her toenails buffed and polished, so that, in the end, they didn’t look or feel like Loveth’s feet at all. She felt so comfortable that she allowed herself to be shown how to make her face up, and she bought the foundation, mascara, eyeshadows, blusher and lipsticks which a fancy-looking chart said were suitable for her particular colouring. Then the b

“You better get in that shower pretty lady, you don’t want to be late.” She stands on her toes, and I lean down to meet her at the halfway point. Her lips are as soft as rose petals and I sigh into them. Her body melts against mine for a second until she pulls away “The pretty lady has to get in the shower now.” She teases. We both smile and she turns to the bathroom. “Bye beautiful, I love you.” I say to her with a soft wave. She turns and wraps me in her small arms. “Goodbye,” she squeezes tightly and then whispers “I love you too.”

It takes forty five minutes and some of the most extravagant scissor action I’ve ever seen, but the results are impressive. It’s short, but not too short. Shiny, but not too shiny. The style in Anna’s words are ‘sexy-messy, just showered, natural look that shouldn’t take more than ten minutes to achieve.’ Scott’s jaw opens in shock, “how long?” “All you have to do?” Says Anna patiently, “is avoid combing your hair when you get out of the shower..” “I can do that,” says Scott proudly. “And instead apply the wax moderately and mess up your hair. You know you’ve got it right if it looks like your lover has run their hands through it.”

I stop and smirk at her, waiting until her eyes widen in light apprehension, before I dribble the rest onto her hard nipples. The hiss that escapes her goes right to my dick, making it twitch and strain against the leather pants. I watch intently as Bella fights the pain, but the glassy look in her eyes together with the sudden deep blush on her cheeks tells me that my girl is enjoying herself alright. I wait until the wax is mostly cooled before I grab her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and rolling until all the wax has peeled off, and she is moaning with need. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily,