Romans & histoires Banana Pants

"Don't be like a poor, remember you are now my wife...so don't use cheap stuff anymore." "Hemph.... cool... get ready for your wallet to be thin." Threatening Beth glanced at the back pocket of Logan's pants, he was wearing trousers made of material that were quite tight at the buttocks. Even though Beth knows herself….and has seen 'live' that Logan does have a sexy butt according to her. While at a clothing store that sells pants made of the material Beth was referring to… Logan handed Beth his wallet. This is a shop that sells only branded items that may cost more than two to three hundred for a pair of fabric pants.

plant fiber pants (good) 38/40 As I ponder the quality of the pants and why are they better than the rest of the clothes we wear, Anne turns around only to find my eyes sticking on her butt. I feel the heat rise to my face, but before I can say anything Anne cuts me off. "Listen, I'm not going to tell you anything just for looking, if you want to entertain yourself while we walk be my guest, but don't try to take advantage of me. Don't forget I'm much stronger than you"

“Oh my God, Lucia . Did I tell you what she wanted the other day? She needed cute exercise clothes, because she always runs into people she knows at the gym, right? But instead of Lululemon, she wanted exercise clothes that no one else has, so I had to dive into the world of $400 yoga pants and $200 sports bras, and let me tell you, that is a crazy world.” They gossiped the rest of the way to the airport, and Diana hugged her when she got out of the car. “Good luck this weekend. Thanks for letting me use your car, and have a great trip.” She hugged Diana back. “Anytime, you know that. And thanks.”

Catalina "Eden is about to hook you up." Giddy as the day was long, she opened the door to an upscale boutique downtown called Blush. I soon learned why walking amongst the endless racks-- the price tags were something to blush about. "Eden, are you sure this is okay with your parents?" Why would anyone spend this much on clothes? She snorted. "As much as they spend daily, they won't even notice the small dent to their credit card."

she grumbled, flipping through blazers and beige like it was punishment. Then — like destiny, or petty Black girl magic — her hand landed on it. A metallic gold mini dress with enough cutouts to get her banned from half the country clubs in this zip code. Paired right next to it? Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her.

“I don’t know if I can balance putting on my underwear.” “Well, maybe, you shouldn’t wear any,” Nathan smirked. “I’m not going without panties on a boat wearing a dress,” I declared. “One breeze and everyone gets to see YOUR pussy.” “Ok, I’m getting your panties right now,” he said, digging in my bag. “I really don’t want to gouge out my friend’s eyes for seeing it.” I laughed so hard I snorted. “How is it even your snort is cute?” Nathan grinned. I untied my bikini bottoms, and Nathan helped me step into my panties.

They were a soft, pastel pink color, made of an insanely stretchy, comfortable fabric with an elastic waistband. I pulled them out, eyeing them dubiously. "You've got to be kidding me." I didn't have a choice. I stepped into them, pulling the fabric up my legs. Because of the heavy elastic band and the intentionally oversized, baggy cut, the pants actually stretched to fit my waist properly, though they ended a few inches above my ankles, clinging tightly to my thighs and showing off the massive bulge of my groin. I looked like a giant, dangerous hockey player dressed in a teenage girl's sleepwear.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

Whether it was because he didn’t want to come home tonight, or because Anna’s words were true. Pandora didn’t want to think about that. At least she had sent a steamy photo of herself in skimpy attire. In the photo, Pandora’s long legs were encased in high heels—stilettos perfect for pole dancing. She had indeed taken the shot from the waist down. But for a closer look: Pandora wore a sheer bra and tight panties with straps crisscrossing her flat stomach. Both pieces were a vibrant red. A red that would ignite Kingston’s restlessness and how he would claim his prize.

“Now, let us get you dressed.” She handed me the jumper first. It was soft, thick, bright red, and decorated in white patterns of trees and tiny snow creatures. Then came the pants. Stretchy. Soft. Not leather. Not royal. Not anything I had ever worn. I held them up by the corners. “What manner of clothing is this? Why do the legs look like they are trying to escape each other?” “They are called pants,” Elara said gently. “Humans wear them.” “I only wear pants for training,” I muttered. “And those are leather. And do not stretch in threatening ways.”