Luxuria Novels & Stories

He did me the favor of not taking off the pieces, just opening them, in case we have to get ready in a hurry. So the frame of my lingerie made my heavy and big breasts stay firm and high. Pablo moaned in approval and lowered his face to the middle of them, sliding from one side to the other, as if petting himself with that voluminous part of me. "I want to do this in your pussy," he said as he gave me an intense look. Everything in me contracted to the sound of uncontrolled lasciviousness. "I want to rub every part of your body on me, so that I can never forget myself. So that it is always engraved in my memory.

He never expected the stern-looking lady could move like a whirlwind to the rhythm of the music, her body swaying and undulating in perfect harmony. He felt like she was casting a spell on him, drawing him closer with every sway of her hips. He was entranced, longing to be closer, to feel the warmth of her body against his, with his hand on her waist as they move to the rhythm together. "She's the CEO and founder of Girly Lux," Black said. "It's a women's fashion palace." Max nodded his head. Good. Good. "And there's one more important thing you need to know."

I couldn't risk staying here or even eating. "Ok then, you" He referred to the maid serving him, "Take Maisy to her room." The maid bowed humbly and escorted me. My throat tightened as she led the way in eerie silence. She didn't even turn back for a second. "This is your room, Princess." She opened a magnificent white oak door. My eyes widened, taking in the splendor of its beauty. Golden walls that appeared to made from pure gold itself. a king-sized bed with pillows bigger than my pelt, sliding closets opposite the bed made from ivory and a fluffy velvet carpet.

Beautiful, handsome words were piercing me like arrows because no one could know better than me how disgusting this person is. Then the makeup designer there comes close to me, and starts to do my makeup by making me sit on the chair. "Ma'am, how lucky you are! that you got such a handsome man like Sir, you know, girls from all over the city are crazy for him. Everybody mad for his look. We all are die when he look us. You are so lucky women who got this shinning diamond." She said all this while doing my makeup and her words create frustration, helplessness, awkwardness in me I just felt as if someone is driving knives on my body.

He licked his lips and pulled out what had been moving inside her. “Look, this is how wet you have gotten,” he showed her his fingers that were coated with her juices. She gawked when he inhaled it before licking and sucking the juices off. “What are you doing!” she was scandalized. She would admit he looked so sexy doing that, but it was embarrassing. “Tasting my wife. You are so delicious,” he showed off his now clean fingers. She would admit his long fingers looked sexy. She would not mind it in her mouth. She turned red at the thought of sucking his fingers and touching his sculpted body.

As they stepped into the lavish boutique, Ivy couldn't help but be captivated by the ‘expensive fragrant’ used in expensive boutiques. Nathan, with a glint of excitement in his eyes, guided Ivy through the store, selecting one exquisite piece after another. Necklaces adorned with rare gemstones, bracelets that sparkled with diamonds, and dresses that whispered tales of luxury—they all found a place in the growing pile of indulgence. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of expensive perfumes, and the soft hum of the store's ambiance created an atmosphere of extravagance.

Xander stayed behind to converse with the owner, urging us to explore the penthouse first. Upon entering, I was immediately struck by the luxury that surrounded us. The grandeur of the living room was beyond my wildest dreams, complete with a vast window that framed the Parisian skyline, the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance. The luxury was so overwhelming that it elicited a string of excited expletives from Selena, who bounded from couch to bed, her laughter echoing through the rooms. Bianca, with eyes sparkling like the chandeliers above, glided around the penthouse with a dancer's grace. Her fingers delicately brushed over each item, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar lavishn

The air was thick with the scent of tobacco, mingling with the faint aroma of old leather and wine that permeated the room. Lucia's apartment was a reflection of her life—cluttered yet organized, with an air of decadence that clung to everything. The walls were adorned with art, some of it valuable, some of it merely sentimental, and the furniture was a mix of styles that spoke to her eclectic taste. She moved gracefully, lost in the music, her body remembering the dance steps from her youth. The years hadn’t dulled her beauty; if anything, they had sharpened it, giving her an allure that was as much about experience as it was about looks.

A dooster with eyes like chips of obsidian scanned her, his gaze lingering on the platinum collar, then nodded her inside. The interior was a sensory assault of dark luxury. Blood-red velvet drapes, black lacquer, low lighting that pooled like liquid shadow. The air thrummed with bass and the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and ozone. It was crowded with the city’s elite deviants, beautiful people in artful states of undress and restraint.

Morning stretched across the Amour DeLuxe Resort like melted honey—warm, slow, and too bright for anyone who sinned the night before. Downstairs, the lobby buzzed with business travelers and a few confused retirees who had absolutely NO idea why the hotel was filled with loud Creole women in satin robes and hungover men in matching “Marcus’s Final Ride” t-shirts.