Bling Jeans Novels & Stories

It’s my signature colour and does make my cerulean eyes pop. I toss the white shirt onto my bed and slide my arms into the royal blue shirt and do up the buttons leaving four undone at the top and tucking it into the waistband of my pants. I want the menses to get a taste of the goods, as Gypsy Rose-Lee once said, ‘make them beg for more, and then don’t give it to them’. I give myself a final once-over and admire how spectacular my ass looks in these jeans. Full and firm, but juicy as hell.

She stood near the bar. In jeans, no less. I had never seen her wear jeans my whole life. She was always in a skirt or a dress, or at most, light linen trousers tailored to perfection. Off-the-rack jeans, though? She looked… alive. Relaxed. Unrestrained. The way she used to look.

' It was going to be a difficult task to put something together considering Brayden insisted she wore the very best and the majority of her clothes were on the very pricey side. Meredith found a pair of high waisted Victoria Beckham wide leg jeans. There were two large pockets on both the back and the front and a crease that went down the leg creating a casual polished look. Meredith figured the denim would allow her not to be over the top, as she was sure Brayden would have preferred, but it was also sophisticated enough to attend an important brunch with her parents.

Proud to be one hundred percent pure Wyoming cowgirl. If they didn’t like it they could take a flying fuckin’ leap. So could Jack. Keely wore a pair of dark blue, skintight bootcut jeans with deerskin leather fringe running down the outer seam of each leg. The fringe made a cool flap flap noise as she walked. She’d threaded her rainbow crystal b.b. simon belt through the belt loops and tucked in her favorite baby blue camisole to showcase the horseshoe-shaped rhinestone buckle. Lastly she’d donned a vivid blue long-sleeved shirt, embroidered with cornflowers, finished off with pearl snap buttons. Her feet sported scuffed up ostrich skin Ariat boots.

Jean shook her head but decided not to argue. "Just wear my jacket for now," Jean said, taking it off. Aria wore it after wiping herself, since her white dress was totally ruined. Thankfully, she wore leggings as well, so she would not be exposing herself too much. On the other hand, Jean had been wearing a black camisole under her jacket, which bared her perfect figure utterly. Blondie was waiting outside the ladies' room, standing by the shared sinks. He had certainly humiliated himself completely today.

Standing in front of her full-length mirror in the bedroom, Bree wasn’t sure if she looked edgy in the new outfit she’d put on or just out-of-sorts. “That’s a different outfit,” Trent remarked, coming into the room and looking her over before he headed to the closet to start getting ready for his own event. Bree looked back over what she was wearing for the hundredth time. Skinny jeans with black boots that came up to her knees--not cowboy boots as she would normally wear--a bright purple blouse and a jean jacket. While she was used to wearing a jean jacket and boots on stage, these two pieces were not quite in her comfort zone. Not to mention, she usually wore a floral print dress in earth

"He told me I could keep it casual. Jeans and a nice top, nothing too extra. We're going to have some fun, whatever that means." Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Fun, huh? Define fun." I laughed. "Relax. I’ve got some distressed jeans with a ton of cuts down the front, paired with a cute little off the shoulder top flirty, but not doing too much. You know, not matronly... but just enough skin to keep 'em guessing." Trevor let out a low whistle. “Okay then, come through shoulder action. You wearing heels or sneakers?” "Jordan 3s," I replied with a smirk. "I need to be ready in case this ‘fun’ involves actual movement."

While they are putting some aesthetic to my face, I glance at my twin brothers enter the room, and my chest feels heavy as they approach me. They look so hot! Jean is wearing a red crop top suit showing his magnificent abs, partnered with black pants and white shoes. The crop top has a red rose embroid to it using gold strings. Jason has the same style, yet he is wearing a full blue suit, not a crop top, but black shorts with long white socks and black shoes.

The people looked spic and span; the interviewees dressed officially in well-pressed power suits. Looking down at her skinny black jeans, which according to her were not only fashionable but appropriate too, she felt her mind go blank. Yeah, she had paired her jeans with a black top and added a splash of color by having a pink blazer. That now made her outfit look official.

God, how wrong I was, I later got to know. I looked on at Bella as she frantically tried to pull on her jeans so that we did not get late for class. We had apparently not slept the entire night- worry about our mate gnawing us and when we finally did, we had clearly overslept. Back to female jeans, why the fuck do they wear such tight ones to look perfect ? Ass- accentuated, legs- perfectly long, beauty- enhanced, waist- too low for comfort. What the hell are they trying to do ? Kill us with those curves ?