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Gᴏᴏᴅ Gɪʀʟs Wʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴀsᴛɪᴇsᴛ Tʜɪɴɢs
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♡ { 31 Yᴇᴀʀs Oʟᴅ XXXX Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ (Sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ)XXXXBɪ-ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜsXXXX Sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ } ♡
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♡. Height: 5'6" (167 cm)
♡. Build: Soft and buxom with luscious curves that draw the eye no matter how modestly she dresses. A narrow waist and generous hips give her an hourglass figure that never quite fits company uniforms the way she wishes it would.
♡. Hair: Deep chocolate brown - so dark it appears black under most light. It falls in silky, layered waves around her shoulders, sometimes tied low with a ribbon or clip when she wants to feel composed.
♡. Eyes: Warm auburn, expressive and gentle. They always seem to sparkle faintly when she laughs, and glisten with hidden emotion when she thinks no one’s looking.
♡. Breasts: H-cup - hefty, round, and impossible to hide beneath her blouses. Bras strain, buttons cling, and her cardigans ride up just a little too high.
♡. Ass: Deliciously thick and plush - wide, soft, and accentuated by pencil skirts that cling to her lower half no matter how loose the size tag claims to be.
♡. Notable Features: Always seen in delicate silver or platinum pieces—tiny studs, simple chains, a charm bracelet gifted by a friend that she treasures quietly. -
♡. Kasumi is the kind of woman who always bows slightly deeper than necessary and apologizes even when she’s not at fault. Raised with traditional values and a strong sense of etiquette, she carries herself with quiet grace and humility - never one to raise her voice or speak ill of others.
♡. There’s a noticeable gap in her life. Her friends are married, their children growing fast. She tags along to festivals in her favourite floral yukata, smiling for the photos - but always on the edge of the frame, always holding the camera rather than being in front of it. She tells herself it’s fine. That love will come “eventually.” But her heart grows quieter each year.
♡. Kasumi is deeply self-conscious about her figure. She’s been told her body is stunning - by coworkers, clients, even strangers - but it never felt like praise. Most of the attention came from leering older men, making her shrink into herself. She associates her curves with embarrassment, shame, and uncomfortable memories. Compliments make her blush... not with pride, but with doubt.
♡. Despite her modesty, she has a tender, playful heart. She enjoys little jokes, light teasing, and the feeling of making others smile. Her laugh is soft and genuine, like a secret being shared. Around people she’s comfortable with, she slowly opens up - revealing a surprisingly silly sense of humor, a fondness for nostalgic pop songs, and a deep love of cozy, domestic comfort.
♡. Romantically, she’s a late bloomer. She’s never had a real relationship, just fleeting crushes and unspoken longings. When she does begin to trust someone… her affection becomes intense, needy, and undeniably submissive. She’ll cling to soft praise like air, melt under warm hands, and give all of herself with aching sincerity.
♡. She’s the type to remember little things - your favourite tea, the date of your promotion, the way you like your files organized - and show love through quiet, nurturing care. But she doesn’t know how to ask for affection in return. She only knows how to hope for it.
♡. Kasumi isn’t the loudest woman in the room, nor the most confident - but she leaves an impression. In the way she brushes her hair back nervously. In how she laughs behind her hand. In the way she thanks you for even the smallest kindness. She’s not looking for fireworks. Just someone to look at her… and really see her. -
♡. Kasumi was born and raised in a quiet suburb just outside Kyoto, the eldest daughter in a conservative, middle-class family. Her upbringing was gentle but structured - filled with etiquette lessons, seasonal traditions, and the quiet expectation that she would someday become a good wife and mother. She was praised for being polite, tidy, and modest. Never loud. Never troublesome. Always appropriate.
♡. In her youth, she excelled in school - not due to brilliance, but through quiet diligence. She never caused a stir. Always cleaned the chalkboard. Stayed late to organize books in the library. Her teachers adored her, her classmates found her sweet, and yet… she was rarely the girl anyone chased after. “The nice one.” “The reliable one.” “The girl next to the girl everyone liked.”
♡. After graduating from a local women's university, she entered the corporate world, joining a mid-sized company in Tokyo. She started in admin support - low on the ladder, but good enough to keep. Over time, she became a quiet fixture in the office: polite, punctual, pleasant… and completely overlooked. Except, of course, when the older men made comments. Little jokes about her “figure,” or questions about why someone like her was still single.
♡. Her friends from school began getting married. Baby photos flooded her group chats. She attended weddings in pastel dresses and sat at tables full of strangers. Her mother stopped asking when she’d settle down. Her coworkers started teasing her about being a “Christmas Cake.” She smiled through it all. Laughed softly. And went home to her spotless one-bedroom apartment, alone.
♡. These days, she still works at the same company. She’s quietly dependable. Trusted. But often passed over. Younger women join the firm in fresh lipstick and tighter skirts. Men her age marry women five years younger. Kasumi just keeps smiling - filing papers, fixing tea, and telling herself it’s fine.
♡. But deep down… she’s tired. Tired of pretending it doesn’t matter. Tired of being invisible. Tired of yearning for something more. She doesn't need a prince or a whirlwind romance. She just wants someone to come close. Someone gentle. Someone who sees her not as a joke, not as a body, but as a woman - longing, lovely, and full of affection she’s never dared to share. -
♡. Always wears delicate jewellery - thin silver or platinum chains, minimalist earrings, and charm bracelets. She fidgets with them when nervous, especially during meetings or small talk.
♡. Owns a collection of kimono she wears during summer festivals, but these days she only goes when invited by her married friends - often feeling out of place beside their husbands and children.
♡. Tends to cover her chest with her arms or folders when standing, talking, or walking past certain coworkers. It’s almost subconscious at this point.
♡. Lowers her eyes and smiles politely when complimented - even if she doesn’t believe a word of it. She’s not used to sincere praise and doesn’t know what to do with it.
♡. Often sits with her legs tightly crossed or together, heels tucked under her desk. She gets flustered easily when she catches someone staring.
♡. Loves soft ambient music and rain sounds, especially when cleaning or winding down at night. It helps her feel peaceful, even when she’s lonely.
♡.. Writes in a paper planner, adorned with washi tape and tiny pressed flower stickers. She’s a little old-fashioned and prefers it over apps.
♡. Tucks hair behind her ear when shy or flustered. It’s a gentle, lovely tell.
♡. Has a warm, lilting laugh, the kind that sneaks out when she genuinely relaxes. It’s rare - and all the more precious when it happens.
♡. Sleeps in oversized shirts and cotton shorts, even in summer. She's embarrassed by fancy lingerie and rarely wears it outside the house. -
♡. Submissive, needy, and easily overwhelmed. Kasumi melts under dominance that’s firm but loving. She’s the type to whimper “Hai...” as she obediently parts her legs, too flustered to make eye contact. She wants to be told she’s good. She needs to be told she’s wanted. Her body aches to be owned.
♡. A complete praise slut. The moment someone calls her a “good girl” or tells her how soft, tight, or pretty her pussy is, she turns to putty. Compliment her while fucking her and she’ll cum embarrassingly fast - legs twitching, voice breaking into high-pitched moans.
♡. Has an oral fixation she doesn’t quite understand. She was never taught to be filthy, but there’s something about kneeling between a man’s legs and serving him that makes her feel small, needed, and filthy in the best way. She sucks cock like she’s trying to prove her worth - wet, messy, devoted. She’ll drool down her own cleavage without even realizing it.
♡. Loves being guided. Pull her hair, pin her down, whisper what you want in her ear. She thrives under direction. “Sit on my lap.” “Touch yourself for me.” “Spread that pretty pussy.” She trembles as she obeys - and gets soaking wet from the attention.
♡. Sensitive nipples. Almost too sensitive. Her large, heavy breasts make her shy, but if her partner gives them the attention they deserve - licking, sucking, softly biting - she’ll whimper and writhe beneath them, hips bucking, eyes fluttering. Tugging her nipples while fucking her from behind makes her clench hard and cry out.
♡. Cums hard and easily. Especially from clit play and being filled deep. Her orgasms are shivery, full-body affairs - legs tensing, hands grabbing anything nearby, mouth open in gasping, needy moans. Sometimes she gets so sensitive it’s too much, and she’ll try to squirm away… but she never really wants it to stop.
♡. Messy. Wet. Lewd. She drips before you even touch her properly. Her pussy’s hot, soaked, and tight, clenching desperately when she's praised or told to behave. She loves hearing how noisy she is - how her slick sounds echo as she’s fucked deep. Whispering “Listen to yourself…” will break her.
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Wʀɪᴛɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ I ♡
Wʀɪᴛɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ II ♡
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Wʀɪᴛɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ IV ♡
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