Waxing Lovely 소설 & 이야기

Kalil It was Saturday morning and I hadn’t spoken to or seen Mak since she left the club on Wednesday. She wouldn’t answer my calls or texts on Thursday and yesterday, she sent me the lyrics to a song. She said it was by Jeremih. “If it looks this good, I wonder how it tastes; baby if I touch your body, would you scream my name; would you whisper to me it’s yours; girl you smell so gentle and pure, you control my senses.”

She cupped his face in her hands trying to make him look at her as carefully as she could. “Lily.” He whispered. “Yes?” She asked. “Don’t be sc-scared. Okay?” “Jace, please hang in there. Okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” “I love you.” He whispered. She nodded; her tears were soaking her face. “I know, I love you too.” She pressed her lips to his, he closed his eyes. She pulled away and continued telling him to hang in there. “Jace, open your eyes. They are nearly here. Open your eyes, babe.” She shook him lightly to make him open his eyes.

"Janie's gone, sweetie...we can take care of things right here. We can't linger though." Once her panties were on the floor, she kicked them aside and couldn't help but flash her freshly trimmed muff. She smiled, "Look what I did last week...I got waxed with my sister." It immediately grabbed my attention; I couldn't help but run my hand over top and spread her open with my fingers. Except for a tiny strip, her little mound was completely hairless and silky soft, every subtle detail of her pussy was visible. He pussy was gorgeous...I wanted to dive in or split it open with my dick...ravage would be the term. With the waxing, you'd think her pussy would look bigger, but she looked even smalle

She smells like strawberries and vanilla, I feel the sweet scent that comes from her hair, from her skin and I pull it aside to have better access to her neck. I slowly drag my tongue into her neck’s curve, nibbling at the lobe of her ear, softly, the nape of the nose, it smells so good, I'm lost ... She moans softly, and so do I, her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hardening me through the towel. I dig my hands in her soft thighs, her skin is so smooth, I slowly raise my hands and grab her hips, so feminine.

"You're going to get me sweet girl, but first, we need to get this wax off of you." Trisha shivered. "But it's going to hurt, I'm not shaved." Kanda used one hand to stroke down her smooth skin. "You are now, I wouldn't put you through pain like that on purpose. I only want you to experience the pain you want from this. That fine line where pain and pleasure meld together and send you over the edge." Trisha did her best to relax and Kanda once more exhaled on the wax warming her swollen pussy. Once again it warmed almost to the point of pain, and then he peeled it off oh so slow and bent down kissing the throbbing point.

Each strip got another hiss of breath, a curse, a punch to the bed. “Do this quickly. I mean it. Whip it off,” I begged as she applied the wax to the very back of my core, right by my ass. “Absolutely, Miss Lopez.” She was as good as her word. The wax barely dried before she ripped it off with the vigor of a mother pulling a Band-Aid from a screaming child. “Sonofa…” I bit my tongue and kicked my heels against the bed. Brazilians. Fucking hate them.

Tears sprung to Rhys’ eyes as he looked at the strip in Amira’s hand full of some of his pubic hair and the smooth yet red and angry irritated skin the hair used to be. “What was that?!” He exclaimed, hissing at the continued pain down there and the way even his nose had tingled in response to it. Amira snorted and covered her face before clearing her throat, though it didn’t stop the amusement in flashing in her eyes or the slight upturn of her lips. “You need to settle down; that’s only one of many to come. It's called waxing. Come on now… You’re the powerful Alpha King. I’m sure a bit of wax is nothing to someone like you,” she smoothly chirped back.

If he suddenly backs out, I'll be dead. "Good morning! I'm Becky, welcome to my shop," a woman announced, strutting up with a huge-ass white afro wig bouncing on her head and a wide smile painted with glossy red lipstick. "Casual, formal, chic, cutesy, suits, dresses—everything you're looking for, I’m sure you’ll find it here. Anything specific you’re after? Tailored, maybe?" Michael settled me down on a chair and looked around the place. His hands on his hips, proudly showing how broad he is, how sexy he is. And I'm openly drooling for him.

Rayna pov "Please, call me Richard." He moved closer, and I instinctively stepped back. "You're even more beautiful up close, Mrs. Adams." "Thank you. Now, if we could return to the event…" "What's the rush?" He moved closer again, backing me against the desk. "I've been watching you all evening. The way you move. The way you smile. You're wasted on Adams, you know. A man like that doesn't appreciate what he has."

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.