Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

I spent the entire day in a fever of filthy anticipation. The sealed package from Jayden sat on our bed like a bomb waiting to explode. When I finally tore it open, my breath caught. Inside was the most sinful red dress I’d ever seen—short, tight, backless, with a deep plunging neckline and slits so high they barely covered my ass. No panties. No bra. Just thin straps and fabric that would hide nothing once they touched me.

I greeted him, keeping my voice soft and obedient. “My son is back from the States,” Matthew said, not bothering to look up at me at first. He adjusted his watch, his tone commanding. “And I will introduce the both of you. Get dressed and meet me downstairs.” “Okay,” I nodded, keeping my emotions completely masked. I went back to my closet and changed into a comfy short gown. It was simple, but it hugged my curves just enough to remind me of the woman I used to be before I became a prisoner in this house.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

As Nuella walked down the stairs, claded in a long black backless dress, her arrival called onto everyone and the scanty yet rich gathering traveled their eyes to her direction. Her brown hair was packed in a bouncy bun while two thick strands framed her face. Devine sipped hard on his juice, suppressing the pinching effect of his muscles as his eyes traveled down her body. Her dress, an armless rope neck dress, revealed a desirable amount of her cleavage to the preying eyes of Devine. The dress hugged her body, sank her waist in, and accentuated the curve of her hips, better than any other dress she had worn. Devine could feel his groin tightened in his trousers. There was no doubt that she

Now, it’s time for action. I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the plunging neckline of my black, backless dress. It’s a custom-made piece that clings to my curves in all the right places—a dress designed to turn heads and make headlines. My stylist has outdone herself, selecting the perfect ensemble for my revenge. My makeup is flawless, my lips painted in a daring shade of crimson, and my long dark hair cascades in loose waves down my back. I look stunning, every inch the Hollywood actress I dreamed of being before becoming Mrs. Mike Cooper. And tonight, I’m going to remind everyone exactly who I am.

The driver helped me out of the car and handed me a box with a mask inside of it. I pulled my silky red dress out of the car, making sure it didn’t get caught in anything. When Aiden told me he ordered me a dress … I didn’t think it’d be this. It was a dress made of the finest silk; it had to cost thousands and thousands of dollars itself. And this mask looked like it was encrusted with diamonds. “Thank you,” I said, hesitantly taking it and gazing up at the large mansion. “This is … um … Aiden’s house?”

She wore a pure white, off-shoulder dress with intricate lace cutouts, exuding a unique charm that was both devilishly alluring and angelically pure—an unforgettable contrast. The woman was none other than Jacqueline Leyton, who, just days ago, had been in utter disgrace.

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

I was putting on a yellow thigh length dress ( if you can even call it that) that had an open back; the dress, held onto every curve making me look like a hooker of some sort; I think the type that does home service, where you'd pay a lot of money on them, yeah that type. Nifise being the daughter of a well known fashion designer, chose this dress, saying something about my color popping, I wasn't really paying attention. The girl is talented I tell you,she made us all up, we look like we're going g for a photoshoot or something really important when in reality, we're going to drink our stress away. "No you're not, there's nothing wrong with what you're wearing bitch, grab your things we're