Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

“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.

"So... might as well enjoy all four men for now.” I laughed, completely flustered. “You’re impossible, you know that?” She draped the lingerie over my arm anyway. “Impossible? Maybe. But you need to feel amazing. Try it on—you'll look stunning.” I bit my lip, glancing down at the piece, feeling both excited and a bit hesitant. “I don’t know... I don’t think I’d look that great in this stuff. I’d probably look silly.” Sasha shook her head. “Absolutely not. Trust me, you’ll look beautiful. And besides, you deserve to feel confident. Right, Chloe?”

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.”

Stamina Simon knocked on the door of Holly and Sasha's flat -- the sixth floor up in a very chic, expensive apartment block. After a short pause, he heard footsteps inside. The latch of the door clicked. As it swung open, Simon had to fight not to gasp. Sasha was no longer wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing a tight white crop top that covered -- well, almost nothing, Simon thought. From her soft, beautifully tender-looking neck down to perhaps an inch above her nipples, her creamy white skin was fully exposed, with nothing but the shoestring-wide straps of her top holding the fabric in place. The lucscious swell of her tits drew Simon's gaze irresistibly, and he couldn't st

She had to admit he was clever. “Are you ready to battle?” Sasha bumped into her. Sasha was the only woman except for Hellen that she talked to. Sasha's striking appearance was marked by a crown of bright red, curly hair that cascaded around her face, framing her intense, piercing blue eyes. Her skin was speckled with freckles, adding to her unique beauty. But her appearance was only the beginning of what made Sasha remarkable. Her talent as a tracker was unparalleled, as it was whispered that she could identify the date, sex, and age of a culprit simply by sniffing their tracks. Her gift extended to all creatures, whether human or animal, and her skill was widely acknowledged. Sasha cast a

She tugged the curtains wide, sunlight spilling across the bed. I groaned, shielding my eyes. “Morning enthusiasm isn’t necessary.” “It is when the Lycan King expects you suited and downstairs in ten minutes ma'am,” Sasha replied, tossing a sleek outfit onto the chair by the window. I sat up, stretching, my fingers instinctively brushing over the faint mark at my nape. Sheila’s balm concealed it well, but I definitely will still wrap a light scarf around my neck for good measure. The outfit Sasha picked was simple but elegant , fitted black trousers, a soft cream blouse that hugged my waist, and sleek heels. Practical but… polished. My stomach twisted tighter.