Amouranth Shorts Novels & Stories

Maven Amelia is so effortlessly gorgeous. When she answered the door, I was shocked to see her in a very short nightie with a matching robe covering her. But as she walked around, I couldn’t help but stare at her long legs and I wished that I could take off that robe and see everything.

She flips her hair and walks away. Brett grits his teeth.. clenched his jaw and punches the wall. * * Alexa's pov "Perfect!" Miss Damien exclaims. I look down at my outfit and frown slightly... this is something Xander would totally disapprove of! I'm wearing a ripped off faded blue jean shorts that's only a few inches below my butts... A white crop top and a fades blue jean jacket. My hair falls perfectly on my shoulders.. a pair of white sneakers to compliment my outfit.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

Each thrust gave pleasured her that drew a moan from her. She tried to straighten her back, but he stopped her. “Stay still, Katherine,” he muttered under his breath. KATE wore the long sexy-red dress Jan bought with matching red stilettos. Rose arrived at the suite after their quick session in the bathroom and did her hair and makeup. Jan went out of the suite a few minutes ago before they were done. And now, he had returned with a bouquet of ponies in his hands. She looked at him through his reflection in the vanity mirror as he sauntered towards her.

And that was on a good day. And yet, seeing it here in Amor, where it was such a novelty that Zoe had dubbed it a Christmas miracle, it seemed different. It sparkled more against the bright blue sky, and instead of people angrily scraping their car windshields, just wanting to move on with their lives, adults and children alike were running through it, throwing snowballs, and making sad attempts at building a snowman. Many of them had been so excited, they hadn’t even bothered putting on a jacket, but were running through the snow in T-shirts and slippers.

“UM, right, you can grab one of my shirts and a pair of basketball shorts. Those shorts have a draw string to tighten them up. Not sure you will be able to get it tight enough but give it a go.” She walks into the closet and pulls out my favourite T-shirt. Its black, with a white moon, on the front, and the words “When the moon hits your eye that’s amore” Along with a pair of black shorts. “I don’t have underwear…” “I’m sorry love, do you want to wait for them then?” It is then that her stomach rebels against her and makes a rather long, and loud, growl. Alaina looks down, like she is surprised that sound came out of her.

If she could refuse, which she’d discovered she couldn’t, She was hooked on Damiano De Santis, she mused satirically as her eyes drifted over his wide shoulders pressed against the white of his tee shirt that hugged his torso all the way down to the narrow band of his cargo shorts. Naked, he was gigantic. Dressed, he was just too sexy to be real, even in a pair of baggy knee-length shorts that had seen better days.

Because my adopted sister was standing in between Valentin and Thorne in training clothing that could better be described as fabric scraps. Her sports bra was little more than a strip of fabric covering her nipples. The back was all crisscrossed and strappy across her muscular shoulders. Her shorts were so short that the underside of her ass was hanging out of them. They clung to her like glue and left little for the imagination. Her feet were barefoot. Part of me was excited to be able to slam my trainer into them and make her squeal. “What’s she doing here?” I snapped at Valentin once I was close enough to the group. Amara was incredibly close to Thorne and it made my blood boil for no rea

’ Gosh, she looked like she was going to cry again, ‘I love you too, sweetheart. We ended the conversation and I pulled myself together, rubbing the inner corners of my eyes with my ring fingers to avoid any more tears escaping. No more tears. Stay focused, Amelia. Remember why you’re here. Deciding it was probably best to change into something nicer for a party, I rummaged through my boxes (which I seriously needed to unpack). Finalising my decision to wear some high-waist jean shorts and a mocha jumper, pairing that with my brown boots that meet midway between my ankle and knees.