Waxing Lovely Novels & Stories

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.”

The burn from the waxing was nowhere to be found, it disappeared in front of my body’s desperate need and drowned in the wet, desperate heat building in my core. Lachlan whispered, voice rough against my skin. "You’re soaked, kitten.” He pushed another finger inside me. “Did you like it as we watched when Marla had you at her mercy? Knwoinh we could stop it but we didn’t, instead we enjoyed your humilation.”

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.

She focused on her own waxing. “It’s called a Brazillian.” The woman told her. Once they were done with their waxing the rest of the day was very relaxing. Other than being naked with Brayden in several couples rooms. They had a full body aromatherapy scrub, hot stone massages, facials, and both of them had a hair treatment, shampoo wash and style. Meredith also had her makeup done, which she thought was a bit much considering her outfit for the day. She was taught how to apply it and the proper skin routine for night and day to keep her face healthy and “glowing” was the word the woman used.

"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.

"Lower your panties, Isa." "Yes, sir." She did. I hadn't seen her pussy before. It was all sorts of hairy, by far the most unkempt of any of my girls. Still, it was positively oozing down her thighs. Her labia pulsed like they were trying to suck something into her, anything that was close enough to fuck. "You like keeping it wild, do you?" "Not that it's your business," she began hotly, but her tone moderated as arousal overpowered her anger, "but yes. Waxing your snatch is so pathetic. Such a beta bitch move."

ATHENA I'm currently inside my room with two women beating me, just literally because it seems like they are beating me the way they brushed my hair and put makeup on my face. Zachary said they would do a makeover for me, but if I knew how painful the makeover was saying, I would disagree. They wax all the hair on my body except my hair, eyebrow, and lashes. I'm screaming my heart out because of the pain. Why do I need to wax? We are just going to attend the party in a few hours. Why do l need this kind of makeover?

I marvel at how a simple shower could elevate my spirits and ignite a joyful glow within me. Feeling an exhilarating spark flickering to life deep inside, I grin, whispering, “This is fantastic,” as I admire the bottle of 'Sweet Love'. As I gently applied the lotion, its texture was reminiscent of a silky cream, and the delightful scent wafted around me, a luscious blend of honey and warm milk that seemed to dance across my senses, tempting and sweet enough to almost savor. Once finished, I slipped into my new silk hip-hugger lace set—a delicate blush pink that hugged my curves perfectly, highlighting my femininity and offering a thrilling hint of sensuality. The fabric felt exquisite agains