Carmen Amara Nude Novels & Stories

I was still enjoying the banter when the car door opened, and I instinctively looked down to see if my junk was covered and if I was decent. Amara took this opportunity to slip past us, and I could see her genuine smile and her to-die-for dimples when she greeted Eva and Arman. I was looking at them through the tinted car window, and Nat was busy applying makeup, like a layer, unlike Amara, who was glowing naturally like a goddess.

I wanted Amara to be perfect tonight. My eyes sought her and I saw her, sitting on a high backed chair, inspecting herself in the hand mirror a lady held up to her. She was perfectly but seductively dressed in a thigh length, low backed glittering sequin gown. Her breasts were scarcely contained. She had on a diamond choker at her throat. Her makeup was light and natural- just the way I wanted it to be. I could feel my traitorous member stiffening again in response to her charms.

She says unsure of what is happening. Amara looks at us, squares her shoulders up and her body starts rippling. Right before my eyes her body starts morphing, and I will be damned, she turned into a wolf. A beautiful, magnificent, very large wolf. Imogen and I just stared at her and looked back at each other, as if we were dreaming the same bizarre dream together. I step forward towards Amara, and put my hand out, wanting to touch her. She leans forward and rubs the top of her furry head under my hand. This is absolutely incredible.

The door was open and her sister was engrossed at her canvas, replicating the picture of a lavender garden in sunset. “Nice work. Lemuel is taking me out.” “Thanks. Great. Have fun.” Amara said without turning. She was always concentrated when she worked. “Thanks.” Inara said and paused as her phone buzzed again with Lemuel’s call. She picked it up and brought it up to her ear. “Hello.” “What are you wearing?” “Jeans and tee-shirt.” “I want you in a dress. Two minutes.”

James. Maybe my eyes were playing games with me but the Amara I was walking towards was totally different from the one I saw yesterday. Even more different than the pictures I had seen. Her green eyes which offset her spotless brown skin shined brighter as they widened with fear. I could tell, from the way her hair was all messed up and the fact that she was still in her nightwear that she had just rolled out of bed but damn, was she sexy? She was the perfect person to model for a face cream or all those types of shit that women were interested in. She was beautiful, gorgeous even, but that wasn't what I was here for. She wasn't. Well, not exactly.

I wanted to bang the iPhone against the bed while I waited, I was so anxious to see what he had sent. The photo didn’t disappoint. Javier was naked, wearing only a white hard hat, leaning against the exposed studs of an interior wall. The floor in front of him was concrete, and I could see conduit pulled through to an electrical box behind him. The hat was tipped back on his head, and the smile that played on his lips was one of pure sensuality.

I growled, watching their dirty boots leave marks on the marble. Amara dropped the limp body she drained on the table, making sure that not a single drop of blood fell on the floor. She walked away from the table, clicking her cornflower blue stilettos on the floor, swaying her hips, tightly dressed in leather pants. Her catlike moves always turned me on, especially when she was full and ready for fun. My penis came to life again today just watching my beloved. Amara hissed as she grabbed Saul by the throat, squeezing and lifting him off the floor.

They formed a delicate, crimson path from the doorway to the foot of the king-sized bed, a silent, romantic invitation. My final preparation was the most nerve-wracking. In the ensuite bathroom, I carefully removed my day clothes. The sapphire-blue lingerie Nelly had chosen was a masterpiece of delicate lace and sleek silk. It felt both alien and empowering against my skin, a bold declaration of intent I wasn’t sure I fully possessed. I studied my reflection, the straps of the chemise accentuating my shoulders, the lace detailing hinting at what lay beneath. I let my hair down, shaking my head so the dark waves cascaded freely down my back. One last touch: a mist of jasmine and amber body sp

I was disappointed because we were interrupted just when I was about to reach my climax and ashamed of being a cheat. I then shifted my eyes from angry Carmela to a naked Amy next to me. I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me. If I was not in such a position, I could say I saw Amy smirk. But was it necessary in such a situation. "I cannot believe you are able to do this to me " Carmela says angrily shooting angry gazes at Amy. I was just there not even caring to cover up my nakedness.

And that fucking addict left all her work and sat down to read that masterpiece, enjoying this free education. Turning the pages fondly, I got stuck at Ballerina s*x position, imaging this pose even hurt my back. Suddenly, a sneer slithered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You need a lover to try these positions, omega!” Shoot! I was caught red-handed! With my heart drumming in my ears, I raised my head, lady Amara’s heavily painted face appeared before my sight. Her flowy golden gown in the evening was a questionable choice, but it complimented her fiery hair.