Serena Solace Nude Novels & Stories

I muttered walking over to Serena who laid still on the bed with one of her legs swaying out of the bed I raised her legs up properly and had her lay properly on the bed. "Mphhhf"she muttered in her sleep as she moved her hand trying to probably remove some strands of her hair that were dangling at the corner of her mouth. On the process of sleeping comfortably, drunk Selena raised up her shirt revealing her black laced bra which was barely covering her full breast. Her chest was spotless....and her collar bone was visible....she had the type of chest I could tag as perfect. "Not now Serena!" I cursed kneeling beside her to adjust her dress.

One in the foyer, perfectly framed for the console table. Serena found the first one while dusting nonexistent dust in a silk robe. She looked straight up into the lens, smiled, and dropped the robe. That night she texted Cameron. Bring the black tie. He arrived to find her naked on the kitchen island, legs open, a bottle of Victor’s 1990 Pétrus open beside her. She’d poured two glasses and set one directly under the new camera. They fucked right there, her back on cold marble, ankles over his shoulders, his hands spreading her wide for the lens. When she came she looked straight up and flipped the camera off with both middle fingers while her pussy clenched around him.

he said gruffly, though his voice came out hoarser than intended. Serena’s wet clothes clung to her body, tracing every curve in stark detail. Her long black hair, slick and plastered to her flushed cheeks, made her look like a siren emerging from the depths of the sea—innocent and seductive in equal measure. She smiled faintly, her expression dazed, as if unaware of how disheveled yet alluring she appeared. Feeling the oppressive heat return, Serena shifted, preparing to climb out of the tub. But Alexander wasn’t about to let her. Without hesitation, he pushed her back into the cold water and grabbed the showerhead, spraying icy water over her with little regard for gentleness.

Now, I was highly tempted again, so with a groan, I slipped out of her bed and went directly to her bathroom to take a very cold shower. By the time I returned to her bedroom, I was refreshed, but to my dismay, my cock was still sporting a half mast. It was quite visible under the white towel I wrapped around my waist. I found Serena already awake and not only that, she was standing near the window, against the sunlight, with half her body—the intimate parts specifically—covered in thin linen, secured by her right hand. Her hair fell neatly behind her, covering her bare back.

No one wants a scandal magnet. u/SerenaLoyalist 2h ago Upvotes: 876 | Replies: 45 Serena antis are wild. The woman’s been quietly married to Lucian for years—no scandals, no drama, no public humiliation. She didn’t “wreck” anything because Seraphina and Lucian were never real. The engagement was PR. Serena’s not evil; she’s private. She’s been dealing with this secret life while building her career. Respect her for that. #SerenaDidNothingWrong

Thankfully, after minutes of carefully choosing where to hold and occasionally taking deep breaths, he made it into his room. Serena sighed. She returned to bed and slept for a few more hours. When Serena woke up, it was already ten. She had overslept. She checked her phone and saw that Nathaniel had sent her a text:[Swimming with the kids. They’re looking for you, but no rush. I’ve got everything covered.] Serena hurriedly washed up and changed into her swimsuit. She settled on a sporty two-piece bikini that was neither too sexy nor too conservative, just enough to show her curves.

I’ve been dripping wet ever since, desperate for more. Her house is a modern glass-and-wood masterpiece on the outskirts of the city, secluded among trees. I park in the driveway, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm wearing a short black dress that hugs my ass and barely covers my thighs, I no bra, no panties, just like I know she’ll want. The door opens before I knock. Serena stands there in a silk robe the color of midnight, loosely tied, revealing the swell of her full breasts and a hint of lace thong beneath. Her red hair is tousled, her green eyes dark with the same hunger I feel.

For some reason, she noticed that her nether region became wet and developed a heartbeat of its own. She began to scratch her skin roughly like a cat was gnawing at her flesh. She screamed and tore a part of her dress when a wave of heat rushed through her body. “Help, please!” Nevertheless, no one came to her aid. In fact, they took it as entertainment. They took out their phones and took videos to post online. Meanwhile, Serena felt like she had been thrown into an active volcano. Her body was burning! She ended up taking off her whole dress. Tears streamed down her face as she realised how this was the end for her.

That is my main aim from now onwards. I watch him take my son, and he closes the door after he enters. He looked as a rich man from the clothes he was wearing. The party also looked like they had spent a lot of money to make it successful. "I apologize for the interruption guys. Let the party continue.” Serah says, and she plays soft music from the speaker. She then comes to me, take my hand and drags me outside.

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.