Novel & Cerita Kira Dress

Kira had spent hours convincing me to wear that dress and another hour meticulously getting me ready. The satin hugged every curve of my body down to my hips, where a slit opened in the middle of my thigh, revealing my leg. The deep neckline revealed only what was necessary, while my back was covered by delicate lace in floral patterns. Kira thought it would be better to leave my hair loose, pinning only the side as if I'd casually tucked it behind my ear. The look was completed with long platinum earrings and shiny black high-heeled shoes. Nothing about that outfit was comfortable, but every detail had been thought out with a purpose. To draw attention.

Ten hours earlier: Kira: I've gone out for drinks with my four friends. I’m wearing a very short, black and tight dress, I didn't even bothered to put on abra. Under the dress I wear a red thong. I also wear hyper high redheels. I haven't fucked someone in weeks. Withdrawal is taking its toll on me. My libido is out of control, so much so that I'm hallucinating with Patrick Amíntoros

But first, I needed to get her in with the pack elders. “Hey, handsome.” Kira walked up to me in the hallway. I flashed her a smile. My gaze swept through her body as I took in her appearance. She wore the dress I got for her. It was a red dress with a thigh-high slit. She looked stunning in it. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered into her ears. Her cheeks turned red as she blushed hard. She linked her arm with mine and we descended the stairs together. I felt powerful with her beside me. She was elegant and very classy.

They would love eachother. Once my hair and makeup were finished, I slipped on the dress Kira had chosen. It was a short, black body con dress. While I wasn't used to the tightness, I loved how the dress exposed my shoulders. I put on a pair of black strap heels and decided that Kira really did a good job. My hair was down as always, but it was curled in loose ringlets. Just as Kira went to change into her dress, Travis popped his head in the room.

I think with my dark hair, it should look quite effective. After spending another twenty-five minutes at the shop, Kiarra decides on a navy dress. It's a plain, simple dress with a high neck and an elegant flow from the waist down. Miranda picks out a gorgeous necklace to match, pairing it with silver stilettos. "Is it too plain?" Kiarra asks for the fourth time as we exit the shop. "No," I sigh. "I really like it. It suits you. With your hair, it looks amazing."

Chapter 19. It’s five thirty already and Kira was seated in the Elysium next to Mira. She was dressed in a black satin dress with spaghetti straps that revealed a large quantity of her cleavage. Her hair was styled into something rough and smoky to frame her delicate V-shaped face. Underneath the dress that stopped barely an inch away from her bum, she was wearing a black g-string that did little to soak up the wetness that was already streaming down her thighs. If Kira thought she was wet before, then what she felt now had no words.

At family gatherings, I often retreated to the bathroom to stroke myself because Kira would get me so worked up. She had a knack for wearing simple clothes and elevating them to the height of sexiness. She looked absolutely stunning in a pair of faded jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. But as I sat in front of my glowing monitor, Kira smiled out at me wearing little more than nothing. First, she lounged in a silky robe. Then there were a few pictures of her in a black, lacy push-up bra and matching panties. Finally, and much to the delight of my cock, she wore only her smile.

It was quite a sad bucket list because I know I could not really do it all. My favorite one on my bucket list was to wear a dress. Wear a dress, a long white dress while walking down the aisle. Who doesn't want that? Every girl dreams of marrying the man of her dreams but in my case, It will only happen in my dreams because my time is limited and cut short. Should I tell him that? Gosh, Veronika of course, you must never. But why? If you do, he will act weird towards you and he will pity you.

“Okay, text me the address, I will be there.” “Tara has never seen me since my makeover, hmm… this is a great way to test the new me,” Keira muttered. Keira checked her wardrobe; “hmmm what should I wear? Should I go chic, classy, or casual?” She decided to follow Maurice’s tip, “if in doubt always go for black or white.” She wore black denim skinny pants and paired it with a flowy haltered white top and partnered it with black taupe boots, she wore light makeup and let her newly revived hair down.