Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

Sasha stared at the two dresses in front of her. One was Blue while the other was purple. She wanted to wear blue but suddenly purple also felt cute. "I am wearing blue one." Lora warned her while Sasha knitted her brows. "I wasn't going to wear blue anyway." She shrugged her shoulders and picked the purple dress. "It is more pretty than yours." Sasha scanned the dress which was a cute body con dress. Both of the dresses were bought for them by Sasha's mother for the event.

After a minute, she got up and said, " Let's go." Sasha was wearing a velvet cream blouse with a grey skirt that dropped till her knee. She had long legs, that were gleaming without any flaws and was toppled with the effect of her high heels. Anya was not gay but she couldn't take her eyes off of Sasha's legs. " Wow you must have become a model, Sasha." Anya blurted out. Sasha looked surprised, " I am a model. I'm doing it part time." She smiled. " That's great. You must be a versatile in the time managing department."

“It’s cashmere. It just came in yesterday.” Sasha reached out and touched the soft, green fabric. Then she shrugged. “Sure, that will do,” she said flatly. “Um, don’t you want to try it on?” the lady asked. “Oh, I guess. Yeah. Let’s do that.” Sasha never ‘tried clothes on’. She was more of a grab and go girl. She didn’t really care how the clothes fit. He wasn’t out to impress anyone. At least, she hadn’t been.

She snapped an angry look at Kaze and Sasha before leaving with Lance with their tails tucked between their legs. “Now that the nuisances are gone.” Kaze patted Sasha’s shoulder. “Go and pick a gown.” Sasha nodded and searched for a gown with the help of the sales representative. Kaze’s phone buzzed. He took the call from Collier, who had information on Siberian’s whereabouts. Kaze took the call at the fire escape outside the store. In the store, Sasha picked a five-thousand-dollar dress and tried it on in the dressing room. When she walked out in the white gown, the sales representatives and customers could not take their eyes away.

She wore a white sleeveless gown with brown scandal. She had come here to seduce me but I needed to put boundaries. I now had a Luna and like it or not, I cared about her opinion. “Sasha, why are you not putting on your garment?” I asked her with a steel voice. She smiled a sexual smile. “But I am putting on a garment” she answered as she drew her hands across her body.

Those jeans fitting snugly against the hard muscle of his thighs, his checked work shirt rolled up at the sleeves and just open enough at the neck to reveal the silky dark expanse of body hair that so temptingly and tormentingly made one’s fingers long to unfasten a few more buttons and explore just how thick, just how silky that soft dark hair actually was… Veronica had forgotten how very male Sasha could look in formal clothes. And although he hadn’t gone so far as to change into a dinner suit, he was wearing a pair of well-cut dark trousers and a crisp white shirt. And he was so damn gorgeous, she admitted… but only to herself.

We’re not even intimate. Sasha raised her eyebrows at me, curious why I groaned. I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the main door. Ten minutes were like forever, but I could not take my eyes off the entrance. “That’s Jessamine already?” A smile appeared on Sasha’s lips. My lips parted, seeing my best friend entering the restaurant in a red floral print A-line dress. Sasha chuckled, releasing a whistle only I could hear. “Hot!” She murmured.

Throwing her hands up in surrender, Sasha exclaimed, “No way! We’re going out today. Get ready quickly.” “Out? Where?” I asked, confused. Sasha sipped her coffee with a sly smile. “To buy dresses for us and gifts for someone special. We’re attending a birthday party tonight.” “Whose birthday?” I asked, even more puzzled. Sasha’s eyes widened. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t know!” “I don’t…” She let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re hopeless.” Finishing her coffee in one go, she added, “Let’s go. You’ll find out soon enough.”

My boyfriend, Callum Fletcher, is bringing me to meet his parents, but the venue is picked out by his childhood friend, Sasha Mercer. Sasha arrives fashionably late to the local steakhouse, where she gives Callum a playful punch. "I just mentioned it on a whim yesterday, but you actually held the gathering here? Vivian might get upset, you know." Callum gives her a teasing glance as he wipes down her utensils. "Vivian wouldn't mind that. She's not like you. You've been petty since we were kids." Sasha's face turns red, and she retorts in a small voice, "Who are you calling petty?" Callum's mother, Brenda Hayes, simply smiles as she watches them banter. She eagerly nudges the basket of di

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up!" Sasha glided up to us, looking insanely extravagant in a massive, heavy royal gown of blood-red velvet, covered in sparkling diamonds and gold chains. Her hair was styled into an elaborate high crown, and her face was heavily painted. She looked like a walking display of wealth, her chin tilted high in the air. She smiled smugly at us, resting her hands over her stomach. "Have you fianlly come to senses and come support your sister on her glorious coronation day, Larry?" I narrowed my eyes at her, my blood instantly turning cool. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so bad!