Novel & Cerita Nightgown Sexy

What kind of person was he? Was he really that shameless? … On the other hand, at Siena International. Jenna laid on the bed after showering. She was wearing a sexy and beautiful nightgown with thin straps, and her long hair which was as smooth as seaweed was extremely stunning and eye-catching.

“Nightwear. Lingerie. Something that makes a statement.” Her eyes widen with a smile, but she nods, pulling out a selection of different, lacy pieces, black, red, deep purple. I run my fingers over a transparent black nightgown. Perfect. Alaric might act cold, might try to resist, but I know him. He’s a man, an alpha, and he loves sex. This will break through that icy wall he’s built. I went ahead to buy the nightgown and a few others, my mind already picturing his hands on me as he claims me.

I heaved out an excessive sigh as I gulped before proceeding to the last part, and it read as follows: ‘In accordance with the specified terms and conditions above, do you, Miss Angelique Sloan (aged 23), agree to be Mr. Greyson Giovanni’s (aged 24) personal seductress at Giovan’s Night Club?’ “A seductress is someone who sticks by a client’s side for luscious acts, right?” I inquired. “Yes. There are also some instances wherein I would just be addressing you as my secretary or so, in case you wouldn’t prefer to be called a slut by the people who see us,” Greyson truthfully answered before he took a glance at his left wrist, where his watch was located.

Like he knew I was watching, he knew it turned me on. I stepped out, dried off, and slipped into my nightgown—the sexy, cute one I’d packed on a whim. Pale pink satin, short enough to skim the tops of my thighs, with thin straps that crisscrossed over my back and a low neckline that showed off the swell of my breasts. The fabric was soft, clinging to my curves, my nipples faintly visible through it if the light hit right. I told myself it was just for comfort summer nights were hot—but deep down, I knew it was more.

I wanted Marcus to feel exactly what I had been feeling for weeks, frustrated, desperate, and throbbing with need that had nowhere to go. I slipped out of bed and stood in front of my mirror, heart already racing with anticipation. After rummaging through my drawer, I chose the shortest, sluttiest nightgown I owned: a thin, silky pink one that clung to my curves like a second skin and barely covered my tities. The hem barely reached the bottom of my ass, and the fabric was so sheer that my nipples were clearly visible if the light hit just right. No panties underneath, just the gown and my growing confidence. I ran a brush through my hair, letting it fall in loose waves, and pinched my cheek

So, I shortly went to the cupboard and took out my clothes to change my wedding dress into a red short sexy nightgown. First I put on my sexy red lingerie and then a little transparent red gown which was too short. It only covers my hips. My sexy legs could be seen clearly and my half cleavage was also exposed from my gown. In this gown, my curves could be seen properly. That makes my body look more gorgeous and sexy. After changing clothes, I come in front of the mirror and look at my own reflection in admiration. While, I blushed harder also, thinking about his reaction.

Where's that fierceness now? "Please." I hate the pleading in my voice. Hate how pathetic I sound. "Please don't do this." "You know," he says conversationally, like we're discussing the weather, "I have access to every part of you right now." His eyes drag down my body, and that's when I realize. I'm wearing the thin cotton nightgown I sleep in. The one with spaghetti straps. No bra underneath because I was in them when they took me. The fabric is practically see-through in the light.

He lets his hands explore the curves of my body, tracing the edge of my nightgown. “I love this nightgown on you,” His hand moves to slip the straps of the nightgown off my shoulders. “If you like it so much, why are you trying to take it off?” I tease. He smirks, his voice dropping. “I love how it looks on you, but I know I’ll love what’s underneath even more.” The nightgown slips from my chest. His gaze follows the fabric as it falls, his eyes turning a shade darker. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin and he kisses my breasts, first one, then the other.

When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, I went to the closet to find something sexy to wear. I settled on a silk nightgown...deep emerald green, transparent, with a slit up to my thigh. It left very little to the imagination. Perfect. I dried my hair, letting it fall in loose waves. Applied a light touch of makeup. Spritzed perfume on my pulse points. When I stepped back into the bedroom, ready to show them what I'd chosen, they weren't there. I looked around, confused. "Matteo? Kian?" No answer.

“Okay, go put on your nightgown and I’ll turn down the bed.” I walk into our closet, smelling Aolis’s scent everywhere. I strip off my clothes and pull on my nightgown. I look at it realizing how ridiculous it looks. It’s white, with long sleeves but a deep V that shows off my necklace and pendants. The neckline is soft with a frilly trim that is also at the bottom, a bottom that only falls about an inch below my butt cheeks. Rather than being form fitting, it's more in a little girl's dress style. I've always like nightgowns like this because they are comfortable to sleep in, but now, I feel like I should have something more mature to sleep in.