Hot Brunettes Novels & Stories

The blonde threw an apologetic glance toward Bianca and followed the brunette by trotting behind her. The brunette dramatically removed the long leather coat that covered her shoulders. She wore a long leather skirt with a high waist and a transparent black lace bareback top. Her top was held up with a bow tied at her neck. The front covered just enough to say that her outfit was daring but not vulgar. But what fascinated most was her incredibly white skin, where purple and green runic patterns were spinning around. The blonde did the same and removed her coat. She wore a black crop top where lace went up to her neck and covered her upper arms. She had wide pants that skimmed the floor. Like

My eyes are locked on the tall brunette. She is 5'11. Tall for a human but short for a she-wolf, considering most she-wolves are 6'0 or 6'1. She is wearing black lacy panties and a red bra that doesn't match. But it's her curves that have me drooling like a puppy. She has a bubble butt, c cup breasts, and legs a mile long. Blood is rushing in my ears, blocking out all the sounds around me. How can my mate be human???? I growl in my head. Anger at my misfortune takes over my mind. The single blonde is being marched off the stage when I finally am able to refocus. The two brunettes clutch each other, but only the small one seems truly scared.

However, to my surprise, it was three very gorgeous and tall women that stepped out of his room. The three women had figures like models. They were tall with attractive faces. One had platinum blonde hair that must have taken her hours in the salon to achieve. While the other had dark hair with stunning blue eyes. The third women had auburn hair with beautiful green eyes. The only thing common about the three women, apart from their beauty and height, was the fact that they were not wearing very much.

The stage was set, and the actors were ready. Rachna and Rubi had toned, muscular bodies on full display in their tight workout clothes as they displayed their toned, muscular physiques. Rachna had long, dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and Rubi had short, jet-black hair with bright blue highlights. They both had a sensual glint in their eyes as they strutted out of the locker room, confident in their skin and the power of their femininity.

Tammy waved. "How are you Tammy," She asked smiling. "I am cool, Nelly," Tammy smiled. "Laura meet Nelly, Nelly meet Laura," Tammy said. "Pleasure, you're new right?" She asked and I nodded. "Orphan or you know," She asked. "Orphan," I said lowly. "Me too," She smiled. "BBB Girls, what does it mean," I asked. "Brunette, blonde and Black girls," She said.

It had to be a sin for 3 gorgeous women to be together like that he thought. Jaxton also thought this is the beginning of a sexy joke, a brunette, blonde, and redhead walk into a biker bar. “Trouble times 3 just walked in the door. Alert the officers,” Jaxton told Ice. “Are those the girls Cowboy invited?” Ice asked. “Got to be, spread the word the brunette is off limits she's going to be fucked by me first.” Jaxton ordered. “Small tits, but a nice ass you can grip. Nice pieces all 3 are, but redheads are my thing,” Ice grinned.

Her beauty was more than skin-deep, though; she had a sharp mind and a quick wit, making her a formidable opponent in both business and pleasure. Katrina's dark brown hair cascaded down her back in luscious waves, falling just past her shoulders. Her golden tan skin glowed with a warm, sun-kissed radiance, and her eyes - those piercing blue eyes - seemed to see right through me. They were the deepest, most captivating blue I'd ever had the pleasure of getting lost in.

“For practical reasons--- Rita! Why must you turn everything into something sexual?” At that, she threw her head back and laughed. Rita was one of those gorgeous, short brunettes who could rock a miniskirt and 8-inch heels, just as fabulously as an over-sized painted T-shirt and dungarees. And yeah, she was also that bitch that looked absolutely stunning in both. Sometimes, I swear, the goddess has favorites and Rita was definitely at the top of her list. Rita was stunning inside and out; she was kind, without putting up with shit. Generous, without being a pushover and a bitch, without being mean.

She lightly touched her chest and continued, "I'm currently blonde, but it's not natural. You must have noticed, right?" "That's perfect!" Raquel exclaimed, laughing and clapping her hands. "Simply perfect! Don't you think so, Bruno?" Bruno continued to look at Helena, shocked. How could Helena not be blonde? He couldn't process any sentence because he was stuck on the moments before when Helena revealed she was a brunette. His mind was boiling, recalling the fortune teller's words: "Avoid brunettes, avoid brunettes..." And now he was sitting next to one with whom he had spent seven incredible days.

It reminds me of that talking pig movie, and while the pig was cute, I am not livestock. The brunette I noticed earlier tightens her grip on Damion’s arm, flashing a potent, territorial smile. “Ah, finally,” she says stiffly, like her postbox-red lipstick might crack if she relaxes. “We’re all together.” She’s objectively pretty — sleek dark bob, flawless skin, tall and curvy. And very committed to the color red — dress, lips, nails … all screaming slutty danger. “Oh, where are my manners?” she chirps, eyes sharp above the smile.