Waxing Lovely Novels & Stories

She moaned this time, shifting on the bed, her thighs moving apart to reveal a sliver of glistening pink flesh. I couldn’t hold back the hiss escaping my teeth, my briefs straining around my dick, gripping the wax tight as I caked her breasts slowly in wax, warm enough to be almost uncomfortable, warm enough to whip up her appetite, but cool enough to not sing her skin or hurt her. Placing the wax at a safe distance, I picked up ice cubes between my teeth and went on my knees beside her. Slowly, I started to run it towards her nipples, rolling it all over the wax.

With mischievous grins, she whipped out a container of wax and said, "Ready for a smooth and silky transformation?" Scar's eyes widened in horror as she realized what they had in mind. "Wait, wait! I don't think waxing is part of the normal pre-wedding routine!" she protested, trying to wriggle free. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as they gleefully applied the wax, turning her into a human candle. Scar fake sobbed at these bimbos' wicked attitudes. They didn't spare any part of her body and scrubbed till she turned as red as a tomato.

But it was enough to wake her from the sudden trance, making her move her hand in a circular motion, as she had been wiping the counter before all of that happened. “Yeah, just a bit worn out?” She was quick to answer, seeing how the girl raised a brow, along with throwing a confused and questioning gaze, but was not enough to throw the girl off. Instead, Loraine put both hands on her hips, now playfully grinning. “There’s this twinkle in your eyes. Is it because of Lucas Mandel? I heard you two are in the same class. Do I smell something brewing in here?” She nearly squeals, clapping and shaking her shoulders in a playful giggle.

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."

she says. “You should trust the rest of our mates to think you are as beautiful and perfect as I do,” I say as I kiss along her jaw. “Let me wash you, next and then we can wash each other’s hair,” She chimes, taking the Loofah and effectively changing the subject. ****** “Raff, you don’t have to do this,” Willow says. “I want to. Now, relax,” I say to Willow as I straddle her perfect ass and warm the lotion in my hands before massaging it in.

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,

Amber would be sure to make sure her downstairs got some attention at the spa today, a thorough wax job to mark the occasion. Leo excused himself to go finish putting his plans in action. The magic didn’t just happen all in its own. Amber ate and quickly showered. It was a courtesy for the tech who would be subjected to her snatch today. She’d likely shower again when she got home too. She needed things all nice and fresh down there as it would be her pussy’s time to shine tonight.

"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.

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.”