Hot Brunettes Novels & Stories

Of the four young women, two were blonde and two brunettes. The brunettes both wore their hair in shoulder-length curls, with similar builds—at a glance, they could almost be mistaken for twins. Leading at the very front was a tall, slender blonde girl. Though her hair shone brightly, it was cut very short. Her bare face, trousers, short boots, and agile movements made her look almost like a boy. Walking at the rear was a girl in a white dress, slightly shorter than the short-haired one. Her long hair flowed freely, glowing in the night like it was surrounded by countless fireflies—golden, dazzlingly beautiful.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

She was speaking so faintly but I heard her pretty clear as if she’s just speaking right beside me. “I don’t care. He’s way hotter than all of the boys in here combined.” The other brunette giggled. “I know right. He’s a ten out of ten.” The blonde giggled back. “Do you think he prefers blonde or brunettes?” The brunette asked. “You know what, why don’t we take a race. First to suck his…” “AHEMMM!!!!!!”

She shook her head. She eyed the woman from head to toe. So BK liked brunettes. Why not her? They looked pretty similar. She was beautiful, too. The only edge the woman had was her confidence in a two-piece. But maybe she was even prettier. Is it really bad to hype yourself up?

When we are all close, I see that the girls are all beautiful and different from each other, two are blondes, one redhead and one brunette. “What's up little sis?” Bryan asks as he hugs the blonde who waved at him. So, this is his sister, Ness, you can see some similarities, like the green eyes and blonde hair. “Yes, you are, now let me go.” Ness pushes him. “Friends, this is my sister Ness, this is Liz.” Bryan indicates the other blonde. “This is Sarah.” He indicates the redhead. “And this is Rayka.” Bryan indicates the brunette. I can't help but notice that she looks angry at him when his name is spoken. If the brunette is beautiful, I imagine that smiling must be even more beautiful.

My entire world, in one go. Quinn and Dee reported a skinny, sad looking brunette, drew maps of the setup. She has short brown hair, same eyes as me. Dee’s eyes shimmered with tears as she described the bulky, cruel men and the scrawny, drunken villagers who were paying to use the women. When she mentioned seeing needles and drugs, I had to walk away.

I try to discern whether Silver-Blues is amongst them, but they all have their back to me, so I survey the backs of their bodies the best I can. There are two girls and three boys, and they all seem to be very tall and athletic in appearance. The girls are a complete contrast of each other: one warm brown skinned with shoulder-length, dark, wavy hair; the other has light tan skin and off-white blonde hair that travels pin-straight down her back to sit in her waist.

The much taller male version of Bren stepped forward and flashed me an equally adorable, dimple laced grin and shook my hand heartily. Bren continued, seemingly the spokesperson of their group, and introduced me to her friend, Gloria, who had auburn hair that was a mix of wild curls and waves and hazel eyes. She also had a bit of freckles adorning her nose and cheeks, but they seemed to work for her, making her look like the girl next door type. She was tiny and dressed in bright colors that were just as wild as her hair. I reached my hand out to shake her hand, but she shocked me when she leaped forward and threw her arms around me in a huge hug.

It’s hot to the touch. And my skin—it’s crawly. If only we had air conditioning like at the Academy. If only I could look away from this picture, but I can’t help staring. Brynn’s hair is shiny, her diamond studs twinkle, and with her khakis and fitted button-up shirt, she looks like a grown female, the kind who works alongside the males in the High Rise. I wrap my arms around my stomach, tucking my wrist under my forearm so I can’t see the watch screen. My throat is swollen tight.

my friend called. A tall, well-dressed brunette looked us up and down with a big smile and said yes, thanking us for holding the doors. For a second, I thought we wouldn’t all fit—there were only three of them, all handsome, well-groomed, and smelling great—but their energy was so loud, it felt like we were a group of twenty. "Are you sure we can all fit?" I asked. "Sandra, maybe we should wait for the next one?" "No, beautiful, we’re fine," the same brunette said, then paused, studying me with narrowed eyes. "Do I know you?"