Alyssa Violet Nude Novels & Stories

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

he responded, pointing to the overly large bed situated along the far wall in the playroom. As I sat on the bed, I turned to see Alyssa sitting on the oversized recliner in the corner. She was sat straight-backed with her legs spread and her hands resting on the top of her knees. She was gloriously naked. Her whole body glistened with sweat, a sign that she and Kevin had been playing. Her breasts were thrust forward, giving me a spectacular view of the generous globes topped by the sweetest cherry-colored nipples. I did not even try to pull my eyes away as they slid down her slightly rounded stomach to her gently protruding hips. Her long slim legs were spread wide, allowing me a perfect vie

"Are you sure you don't want to see me shift?" Alyssia was battling with her thoughts then she said to herself, screw it. She had seen his nude body before anyway and he was her mate. She had every right to gaze at his body, she was the only one qualified to see his body except his mother of course. She looked at him defiantly. "I want to see, in fact I demand to see as your mate"

Arlo whistled though so she was happy. Then came Violet. In a spaghetti strap satin black dress that came down to her ankles and had a high split up the side. It accentuated her curves nicely yet looked timeless. She wore a black fur sash around her shoulders. The men all clapped in approval and the twins whistled and cheered so loud.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

“Oh, please! There's no way I'd watch him fire my favorite maid. Now, help me pick a shirt.” Vanessa grumbled. “The pink shirt is better. It brings out your eyes.” Alyssa squealed. “You're such a darling!” Alyssa got dressed and stepped out after a few minutes. She began to do a light touch-up for her makeup and styled her hair in a slick bun and a side base. “My gut doesn't feel right. This is not a good idea.” Vanessa said with worry in her tone. Alyssa checked herself in the mirror for the last time, picked her bag and started for the door.

They were dressed Elegantly. Alyssa was dressed in a plain light blue long dress with just thin hands to hold it in place. It wasn't tight neither was it free, just enough to grip her body. The neck was in a 'u' shape, showing off her bare chest. Her hair was packed in neat bond with few strips falling against her face. Her make up was slight and yet unique. She smiled as she walked in alongside with Amelia. Once inside, her eyes crossed with her Aunt's, she approached.

Alyssa woke up naturally, lounging in bed for a while before finally getting up. Her long, wine-red curls were a tousled mess. She stretched lazily, the strap of her camisole slipping off her smooth shoulder, revealing a hint of skin marked by a few suggestive red marks. Last night, she and William had been up until the early hours. Youth really is something else, full of energy and quick to learn. Ruffling her hair, Alyssa walked barefoot out of the bedroom in her camisole nightgown. As soon as she stepped out, she heard the clinking of a spatula and the faint aroma of frying eggs.

he said, trying to keep his mind off the feeding frenzy, "but I don't want to go through Vampire TSA again." Ashley's laughter was like music to his ears. He slid an arm across her shoulders as they found a more secluded area in which to enjoy their night together. Not for the first time since meeting her he thanked whatever god or goddess that existed for his girlfriend's hedonistic lifestyle. While most of the Vampires around were wearing clothes that were more suited to the time period in which they were born, Ashley was wearing nothing more than high heels, a black babydoll negligée and panties to match. The lingerie was cut just high enough to barely see the curvature of her thigh where