Dress Selutut Cantik Novels & Stories

This can't be me. The dress looks really elegant on me. With long sleeves laced with shiny silver strips that run artistically all over the dress, the neck runs down to the middle of my chest, holding my breast firmly and revealing cleavage. It hugs my body perfectly and holds up my bum, flowing gracefully to the floor with a teasing slit stopping at my upper thigh. This has to be the most beautiful dress I've ever seen or touched, and it boosts my confidence even more. Nothing feels better than looking good. This is it. I'm ready.

I'm not particularly picky when it comes to dresses, so I was confident I would find something suitable without running out of time. As I stepped into the well-known boutique where I often shop, the staff immediately ushered me into their showroom. I exchanged a few words with the owner, who happened to be an old college classmate, before being left to explore the collection of gowns. I opted for a simple black bodycon gown with elegant sequin embellishments along the hemline and chest. The illusion neckline added a touch of sophistication, while the sleeveless design exuded a sense of allure. The gown featured a tasteful high slit that reached up to the knee, giving it a sexy yet classy loo

He in return shrugged, grateful Salen dressed more reserved. "Are you ready?" Salen called out, nervous for their reaction. Brady called out an excited 'Let's go already' before she slowly opened her curtain. Celus' breath caught in his throat when Salen emerged in a form fitting dress. The dark blue color made her eyes pop, and the long straight design accented her curves perfectly. The dress fell just above her knees, and the neckline revealed just enough cleavage to make it look classy. "Beautiful." Celus whispered, leaning forward off the couch. Salen blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Elon’s POV The dress clung to my body like a second skin—deep burgundy, smooth silk that caught the light with every slight movement. It dipped low at the back, exposing just enough skin to be distracting without being obvious. The front was worse. Or better. Depending on who was staring. A plunging neckline, softened by careful contouring and illusion, just enough to sell the image without overdoing it. My waist was snatched so it would be shaped just right.

The dress holding a sweetheart neckline and elegant detailing. Gently taking the dress from the hanger, I knew instantly that this was the one. The dress screaming sexy yet classy. The dress designed with a low slit down the front of it while sheer lace aligned the edges. Well.. looks like no bra for me tonight. Not that it mattered as I was hoping they would rip off my dress in less than seconds upon seeing me. The dress designed to hug all of my curves as well as my breasts. A high waisted slit also adorning the left side of my leg gave it that perfect finish. Glad I remembered to wax prior to this. Not wanting nor needing stubble anywhere along my body for what I was about to do.

Later that evening, I stared at the bed. "This is a joke," I muttered. The dress Selene had picked out seemed to get fluffier the more I looked at it. "I look like a giant cupcake." Selene huffed and put down the hair curler. "It’s gorgeous. They wanted a princess, and that’s exactly what they’re getting." I didn't remember asking to be a princess, but I kept my mouth shut. Selene touched my hair, checking her work. She’d left it long and loose, flowing down my back. The dress was strapless, leaving my neck and shoulders completely bare. She pinned the top half back with silver laurel clips that looked like tiny frozen flowers.

I fight the urge to rush to her side, my hand involuntarily tightening around the fork on the table. Dressed in a red knee-length high-neck bodycon dress, a departure from her usual attire, Valentina exudes elegance. The padded shoulders add a touch of sophistication, and the modest front slit hints at her appeal without revealing too much. It's a stark contrast to the tight corset dresses I have always liked her to wear with the intention of highlighting her impeccable curves and flawless skin for all to see.

We decided unanimously on the trusted little black dress every girl has hidden in her closet. When that dress slid on Selena, I was so jealous of her body. That dress looked stunning on her. It fit her just like a glove. Off the shoulder, knee length with a slit in the side wow. It is showing off all her curves perfectly and shows she is one sassy Latina with an ass. I would kill for that ass.

he ordered softly. Selene obeyed slowly, letting the cream fabric slide from her shoulders and drop to the floor. She stood before him in the black dress, the neckline low enough to show the swell of her breasts, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Darius’s gaze raked over her like a physical touch. He stepped closer, fingers tracing the straps of the dress before tugging them down. The dress pooled at her feet. She stood bare except for simple black panties. “Beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick. “Mine.”

Jax’s cock was visibly straining against his jeans, and his hand slowly rubbed over the thick bulge. Finally, I reached for the garment bag he had brought. The dress inside was stunning but dangerously slutty ; a rich emerald green silk cocktail dress that was much shorter than I expected. The bodice was designed with cups two sizes too small for my 34D breasts, creating an obscene amount of overflowing cleavage. The tight fabric squeezed my heavy tits together and pushed them upward dramatically, making them look even larger and barely contained.