Luxuria Novels & Stories

Now I am sitting here sipping his fancy champagne, waiting patiently for him to drop his guard. Starlux deluxe is 180-story high. With an astonishing view of the city. It seems normal on the outside but on the inside, it is something else, something between French style and modern time. It is a true masterpiece from luxury décor to fancy art pieces of artist I cannot even pronounce the names of. A crystal chandelier hanging overhead, setting a warm tone to the room with sleek, black marble floor to add a hint of sophistication. I must add he has great taste in decor. The people here tonight holds him in high regards, no one is willing to utter a bad word about him or just a hint of hatred to

Curiosity kills a cat, curiosity pulls her down through the hallways, past elegant doors and crystal chandeliers. Rayna’s bare feet made no sound as she walked along the polished marble corridor. The mansion was grand , void of emotion, just like its owner, but very quiet that you could hear the drop of a hair pin. She passed the sitting room, the dining area, and climbed the stairs, letting her inquisitive mind guide her. Most of the rooms were either locked or left open with unused wealth. But just one door, black, tall, and slightly ajar, caught her attention.

Luxuria's room is at the very end. When she opens the door, I'm hit with warmth and color. Where Aphros's room was clean lines and silk, this is sensual chaos. The bed is enormous and covered in pillows in every jewel tone. Candles everywhere, already lit. The air is thick with jasmine and something muskier underneath. "Welcome to my temple," she says, closing the door behind us. The lock clicks with finality. "This is where I teach mortals what they really want." She moves toward me and I'm backing up without meaning to until my legs hit the bed.

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

she said afterward then smiled sweetly at Claire, who managed a small smile back. ~*~ The essence of luxury radiated from every corner of Plaza del Duque, an opulent haven for the wealthy and VIP 'fashionistas' nestled within a spectacular modern building. Its facade was as breathtaking as the treasures within—a perfect match for the exclusivity offered by its high-end boutiques. As the friends stepped into the lavish showroom, a store manager approached them, visibly excited.

A whole morning in an enclosed space with her sounded like an absolute nightmare, but staying home meant letting her plan her next move without me in the room to see it coming. "Sounds fun," I said, keeping my tone light and smooth, as if I actually bought into her sudden urge to be best friends. "Give me twenty minutes to get ready." Half an hour later, the valet opened the glass door to Petit Luxe, an ultra-exclusive boutique tucked away in the high-end shopping district. The interior was bathed in soft cream paint and warm yellow lighting that made everything look expensive. The scent of vanilla candles and polished leather hit my nose the second my sneakers crossed the threshold.

Lux swiftly reached out and lifted the woman in his arms. Heart gasped, her initial feeling being one of jealousy. The woman was clearly not an ordinary one, exuding an aura of glamour and sensuality. She was exceptionally beautiful and had an almost skimpy bikini that left very little to the imagination, especially with her generously endowed bosom. The woman’s short hair was reminiscent of Bianca Manalo, and she was tall, almost reaching Lux’s height. Heart gulped. She knew she was beautiful, but this woman was on another higher level.

Roman offers obviously not sure, just like me. The male attendant, Mathew nods politely then speaks. "The Luxe Spa is a luxury spa that offers a wide range and variety of treatments. We have three packages. There are general package, the special package and the exclusive package. May I please know which among the three you made a reservation for?" He asks, looking from me to Roman. Roman looks lost, "Uh… I'm not quite sure, I paid for the most expensive but I didn't check the name of the package" Roman explains to the attendants, Mathew and Grace.

"Entry lux stands for people's pursuit of high-quality lifestyles. Light extravagance is not about status or wealth." "Uh-huh." Jessica nodded in understanding. Daring not preach in front of his boss and the lady, Ethan hurriedly added, "Of course, even if the public interprets it literally, ma'am, your image is definitely up to par." "You are young." Ethan sized her up and looked at Christian. "And you're Mrs. Maddox. Not to mention entry lux, you deserve advanced lux." Christian slightly arched his bushy eyebrows. For the first time, Ethan's flattery sounded pleasant to the ear.

And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they entered the room like the air had shifted to accommodate them. By the time I walked into the lobby of Luxe, in which I work, obviously, my pulse was a drumbeat I couldn’t slow. The rooftop lounge wasn’t open to the public before noon. It belonged to Luxe company, an opulent retreat perched twenty stories above the chaos below. The elevator opened to a space that seemed to float above the city, all glass and warm brass accents, with low couche