Words To Nights In White Satin Novels & Stories

It was a delicate silk ensemble, adorned with delicate lace and whispers of seduction. As I slipped into the nightwear, the smooth fabric gliding against my body, I couldn't help but hold onto a sliver of hope. Perhaps tonight, despite the current circumstances, there was still a chance for intimacy and connection. I refused to let go of the dreams I had nurtured for so long, the dreams of a passionate and loving union.

“What message?” “Heed! Heed! Heed!” It says, and I gasp out to reality, waking up to realize that it was just a nightmare. I try to flip on the lamp switch but it's not working... I just have to roll out of bed to hit the light switch back on. I really feel the need for the light bulb to illuminate this place, and I also fell the need of taking a bathroom break from the nightmare I just had. I would like to go pee it all out.

“You promised you’d write a song for me.” A carefree smile crossed his lips then, his stance more relaxed now. “Helen’s Kiss.” She rounded to the bar, closing their gap, while waiting for the food. “Helen’s Kiss?” She raised an eyebrow. Caden’s fingers moved gracefully on the granite counter bar, as if he was tapping piano keys. “I was thrown into this hole, eighteen feet deep, all from the kiss I stole…” He sang and hummed in a low tone. Gianna could not help but smile. “That was for me? Seriously?”

On the large bed, the girl stretched her slender legs on the bed, just because she was absorbed in her thoughts, her eyes glittered and dazed. The white body in the fragile nightgown is a powerful aphrodisiac for any man. The cave seemed to be hidden under the skirt, making the hot blood in his body boil. Dinh Quan's throat undulating up and down, coughed softly to dispel the feeling in his heart and cause movement to attract her attention.

~Elena~ Evening rolled in faster than any other day today. I had just finished making dinner, and I retired to the bathroom to have an everything shower, exfoliate, and shave. I needed tonight to be perfect. If I was going to be having my very first time with this man, it had to be sweet memories only. I opened my closet, my eyes darting through my multiple nightwears. I had a couple of new ones, and only one got my attention—a smooth red satin nightgown with soft lace details and thin straps that hugged in all the right places and felt effortlessly sexy.

I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly. "Yep, I'm still coming over, "I replied. I needed to get my drink on. If one thing could help me forget about Asher, it would be drinking my ass off before I made out with a random hot guy from the party. "Yes! What are you going to wear?" I had no idea, but the way I felt now, I knew I'd wear something to make the dogs drool. "Not sure yet," I lied. I knew exactly what I was going to wear tonight.

Eight.8. I deleted the message immediately. Telling it through a text isn't right, I'll tell him to his face. The restaurant he chose was a classic one, meant for people like him. The night too was beautiful. I was putting on a long red gown with heels I managed to walk on. Courtney says red is seductive, captivating, and attractive. The dress had a wide opening at the back and a long slit that exposed my thighs. The neckline was cut so low that my boobs were almost popping out.

The Bride Some nights don't end,They linger In the silence between heartbeats. In the echo of footsteps that never leave,In the scent of rain that clings to stone long after the storm has passed. This was one of those nights. Sleep had stood at Valentina's bedroom door... Looked in...Then walked away. She lay on her back, eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling above her bed. Moonlight slipped through the curtains, stretching pale fingers across the room before disappearing beneath the first hints of dawn.

I know better then that. Sliding my legs out of bed, I look down, and cringe. I've been put in a silky white nightgown made of pure satin. It reaches to my mid thigh, the trim pasted with baby blue lace. It breathes the Purity Pack, and all Rylan’s wealth he is willing to waste on a fugitive. What did he do with my other clothes? I only have two different pairs I switch between every few days. My wrists are slightly raw from the handcuffs, although, I'm glad they weren’t silver.

CALANTHA My cheeks burned at his command, but I obeyed. With trembling fingers, I reached for the delicate satin of my nightdress. Slowly, I slid the thin straps off my shoulders, letting the fabric glide down my body until it pooled silently at my feet, leaving me bare under his gaze.