Amouranth Shorts Novels & Stories

We observed a variety of clothing. Elegant Sexy Hot Dresses in both short and long lengths. They are all gorgeous and varied in color. "This is hot and cute," Amira comments as she walks past the clothing rack. She is wearing a purple mid-thigh topless short dress. "I am trying this on," she says as she hurries into the dressing room. Angel, on the other hand, notices a really sexy short gown and hurries into the changing room, but I am still looking for the right outfit.

He certainly wouldn't be able to conceal an erection in the loose fitting, light weight shorts. As the four travel companions made their way along the dock toward the ship, Ron admired the three women that had been the source of his near constant erection since leaving Nashville only a few short nights ago. Amy was dressed in fairly modest shorts and a matching tank top. Nothing too sexy for her dad, but like her mom, her ass in most anything was worth a second look.

Knowing Amory is allergic to latex and, on birth control, which she takes religiously, I still debate buying condoms but decide against it because they would be specifically for her and would look like I had expectations that I don’t have! After lunch with my mother for my birthday, I headed back to Amory’s apartment to pick her up. She’s dressed in a short sleeve royal blue cocktail dress that matches my shirt, with our matching earrings, her xo chain with her rings on it, and the diamond tennis bracelet, and the diamond anklet I bought her. Her heels match the dress perfectly and her hair is left down. “Mi Amor, lista?” (my love, ready) I asked her. “Ready as I’ll ever be”, she says nervou

I mean, I’m still quite sad and confused, but my long talk with Laila and all of this fuss… Well. I really have managed to make some very good friends down here, haven’t I? “Wear that long sparkly thing,” Anton says with interest, turning towards the wardrobe with me. “Or, no! No, break out those silky little booty shorts –“ “Anton!” I gasp, smacking at him as I stride over to my clothing collection. “I am a Princess, I do not own booty shorts –“ “Then what are those?” he asks, dry, pointing to the shorts in question, giving me a wicked grin.

Either way, I was determined to leave our encounter with more than one kind of satisfaction. I had chosen a set of cute and sexy silk pyjamas with shorts that clung to my body in all the right places. The top had delicate lace detailing that adorned the neckline, adding a nice touch to the outfit. The silk shorts were a rich shade of crimson, making my legs look longer and more enticing. My matching red thong provided a tantalizing peek beneath the silk shorts, a sight I hoped Landon would appreciate. The thong was snug and well-fitted, enhancing the curve of my hips and showing my slender waist.

,, Taapur cursed herself and looked down at her feet "Where are you going to wear this ?" ... ,, Abhimanyu asked in his extremely cold tone and eyed her from head-to-toe She was wearing an orange colour tank top with denim shorts , carried with white sneakers . Her pale white skin was shining without any lights , her toned legs were visible making his temper rise unbelievably . His nose flared up in anger and twitched his jaws "Change your dress" .... ,, He spoke grittedly and she rolled her eyes at his arrogance

I tightened the robe around my body and muttered thanks to Damian again. Amaya had helped me to pack; otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen this nightwear. I'm gonna return it when I go home. "It's fine, I still have my shorts anyway," he said and I found my gaze on his breathtaking body. I swallowed hard, admiring his masculine chest laced with black curly hair that traveled narrowly down his flat stomach and then into his shorts. I had seen him shirtless on the night we spent together but I hadn't had a good look at him.

The freedom she had reclaimed—even at the cost of her marriage—made Amora feel completely restored. Amora stood before the large mirror in her room, examining her appearance with a smile that had finally returned to her face. Today, the President Director of Shane Group had to look perfect. She chose an emerald-green formal blazer paired with matching culottes, creating a firm yet elegant impression while subtly concealing her still-flat stomach. Her long hair, usually left loose, was now styled into a modern bun with a few strands of bangs framing her beautiful face. Light yet fresh makeup completed her appearance that morning.

Amora, with her hair the color of a ravens feather, so dark it was almost blue, and Dhara with her copper skin and chestnut waves, were both identical to their portraits in one of the books I’d read back in the Mansion of Stars library. Baby pink silk covered Amora’s curvaceous body, parting to reveal glimpses of her milky skin. Dhara wore a gown of emerald, overlayed with cream silk. “Goddess of Love,” I said, glancing at Amora. Glancing over at Dhara, I nodded, “And the Goddess of the Earth.”

A mocking voice said behind her. "I'm not in the mood for your games Katherine," Amara responded as she went to pick a towel to clean the tea she had Spilled. A humorless laugh erupted from Katherine's throat as she stepped closer to her with her arms folded across her chest, "Moods are for pregnant women." She rubbed her flat belly. As Amara turned to face her, that was when she saw what she was wearing, Katherine was in a silky al short with a bra and an open throw.