Luxuria Novels & Stories

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.

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

“Yes.” The door closed and I was left locked up in this luxurious condominium unit that screams a symphony of sophistication and modernity. The expansive living room sprawled out with a meticulous blend of warm hues and plush textures, creating an ambiance that whispered of affluence. The floor beneath my feet was a canvas of polished marble, each step resonating with a subtle echo of prestige. A modern chandelier of crystals dangled from the ceiling, cast an ethereal glow across the room.

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

Opening the door shock stuck Khuraan when he saw Ecca standing in front of him. “So?” She was leaning against the bathroom door in a red lingerie. Ecca lifted her one leg exposing her bare thighs while her boobies were scantily hiding. “Liking what you are seeing?” Her words brought him back to reality, and Khuraan gulped hard. He could already feel blood gushing towards his lower abdomen. Heck! After all, he was an incubus! Lust was his middle name!

I follow her, steps thudding along to the upbeat pump and bass drops of a rugged Latino rap song I hadn't heard before. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and the pungent odour of cigar smoke. It’s like a mix of heaven and hell here. Even walking side by side with Sarissa, I catch the room's opulent decor. Fancy chandeliers cover the ceiling, casting a hot red illumination around the room. Velvet drapes adorn the walls, while polished black marble floors reflect light around the room like crystal glows. Lavish flowers in shiny vases, massive ice sculptures all around the place. Everywhere, I see diamond-encrusted jewelry, designer gowns, tailored tuxedos, people who looked like they

This was game on. The first real clash came that same afternoon. I was in the creative lounge—a glass-walled space with whiteboards and comfy chairs—running my tagline options past the junior writers and a couple designers. The concept was simple but bold: Luxe wasn’t just makeup. It was power. Desire. Unapologetic femininity. My favorite line: Own the gaze. Clean. Strong. Memorable. The juniors were nodding, excited. Then the door opened, and Lucas Kane walked in, coffee in hand, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were annoyingly distracting.

In the past, I devoted all my time to our marriage, making efforts for Xander to spend more time with me because I wanted our marriage to work by all means, but in the end, I got nothing. "Welcome ma'am." A young lady with dark hair dressed in formal attire welcomed me and Bertha immediately after we walked into a luxury item shop. It was one of the world-class fashion brands that focused on making private luxury clothing items. Privately luxury were expensive clothes which very rich people wore that were not loud like regular luxury brands like Gucci, Fendi, etc., but they were more expensive and made of the best materials; hence, called private luxury. "Thanks," I replied to the sales girl