Waxing Lovely Novels & Stories

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

“Is what Victoria said true?” “Pretty much,” the wolf replied. “You’re blessed by the Moon Goddess.” Then her tone shifted all knowing, almost teasing. “When you wake up… you’re going to see the difference. You’ll still be soft, still curvy, but more defined. More… perfected. You’ll glow. You already were beautiful… now you’ll be unforgettable.” Sloane’s breath hitched. “And…?” “Prepare,” Wolf Nova said simply. “For what?” A pause. “You’ll see.”

No one said, “Hey Queen Kyla, would you like your soul snatched one strip at a time?” Because if they had, I would’ve said “Absolutely not!” Instead, I was mid-luxury, sipping rose tea and enjoying a seaweed wrap, when BOOM—some spa demon named Lurleen appeared with a pot of molten lava and a spatula. “What’s that for?” I asked, already side-eyeing her. She smiled. “Your royal wax.” “Royal what now—AHHHH!” Rip. Rip. Rip. RIP ME.

When he felt the moist heat of her opening, Winston gasped. "It's okay, silly, you've washed my entire body, including this." "You're crazy. This is way different." "Yeah, I think you're right, this is different," she giggled. "This is way better. Feel how smooth I am after waxing? I really like it. It feels sexy. Okay, now we'll just barely slip your fingers inside me." She sighed as she teased her entrance with his fingers then slowly pushed them into herself. "Good, right to there. Stop. Not too far. Perfect. Don't move 'em unless I say so. Got it?"

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

“You know the definition of those terms, right?” “I don't,” she answers, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Now, let's go and do the nails and toes. She points to one side, where a lady is smiling, then waves. I returned it. “And then we do the waxing. My eyebrows raise. “Although you don't need to be waxed, Dominic will still move past the bushes to find the treasure,” she snickers. Finally, we do the massage.” My mouth hangs open. “I'm both touched and terrified. I'm touched that you've gone to this length for me and terrified that you'd go this length for something that isn't real.”

Our honeymoon was the most memorable thing that ever happened to us. "Why? I was just stating the truth, I always wanted to see the art stored inside the Louvre." I still insisted "I know but it was meant to be romantic. You were supposed to be so happy on that day that you will kiss me or maybe tear up a little." Warren said and I cringed at his words. "You know that I'm not that kind of a woman." "I know and that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you." I just blushed at his words. He never failed to make me feel flustered and he likes teasing me about it.

"I love everything about you too and right now your breasts need more care." The yellow takes on a life of its own when I drip it over the other wax. It's light enough to pick up the other colors. I step back and admire my handiwork. She's so damn beautiful this way and we'll be repeating this scene when I can use her entire body as a canvas. Wax pooling across her ass is another fantasy I'm determined to fulfill.

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Like hell I felt numb all over whenever I tried to make use of it. I couldn't tell why, how or when. It was just a sudden realization that hit me. I couldn't care less anyway, as I didn't expect a situation when I would need to use it so seriously. I was in such a happy mood now and I wasn't going to let anything or anyone spoil my mood. Thursday evening I went to the local salon and had my waxing done. Legs, underarms and pubic area. Being hair free makes me feel sexy, I have no idea why.