Brief X Stocking Novels & Stories

Mia's diary “Nothing.” I straightened out my dress. The emerald green silk fell to the ground. Xavier had been buying me new things every day and asking me to model it for him at night. The dress was another one of his gifts. He’d included lingerie with today’s package. And the panties and bra had been imbued with a hint of bondage-inspired naughtiness. The bra was tiny silk black straps around my breast with silver embroidery decorating the bust line. The panties resembled the same. Silky straps cupping my ass and hips with even more silver embroidery. He’d added stockings and a French lace garter belt too.

This house was way bigger than the one we lived in now. We walked through the house and I was already lost. Then we walked down a staircase to a sort of basement but it seemed fancier than a regular basement. And soon, we entered what looked like a gym. It was a big room with a freaking boxing ring in the middle. Who the fuck has a boxing ring sitting in the basement of their house? Xander made his way to one of the corners. It had a mat on the floor and a punching bag hanging from the roof. He pulled something that looked like a bandage out of his bag and took hold of my wrist. He wrapped it around my knuckles. I guess it was to act as some sort of protection for when you hit the bag or som

he whispers as he keeps pumping his cock with his hand. It isn’t long before neither of us can talk. I lie in bed, Xander’s shirt half up my belly staring at the ceiling, slowly coming down from my high. My breathing slowly evens out. “Don’t shower tonight and don’t take my shirt off.” “Are you serious? I have to shower now Xander” “Dead serious babe. Are you going to listen?” “Hmm, what’s in it for me?” I tease. “My cock when I get home.”

Olivia immediately explained, "Cousin Christine, although my stockings are already the best in the Kingdom of France, they are in no way comparable to the fine products of the elves in your hands. The material and workmanship are nothing less than works of art." Christine was speechless upon hearing this. As mentioned earlier, the stockings in this world are made from the silk spun by a type of spider monster. Although the silk is thin, it is extremely tough. Therefore, the finished product is much lighter, more durable, and more comfortable than the stockings Christine wore before she traveled back in time. Of course, they are also much more expensive.

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X asks looking at some of the prints on the socks. “What? You don’t want a pair of pineapple socks?” I ask jokingly. He gives me the side eye, “I’m good..” I walk over to the clothing section while X browses around. There’s nothing much to pick out other than the writings of silly things or California or Coronado. Well, we’re here so let’s represent I guess..I pick out a light blue Coronado beach shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and some sandals to match my shirt. I feel like a total tourist right now but it’s kinda fun. X makes his way to me with a hat and sunglasses in hand.

It had his name on it. "It's a stocking for you to hang over the fireplace so Santa can stuff it with all kinds of goodies. Let's go hang it up, come on." Marie took Wyatt's hand, led him to the fireplace and helped him hang it on a holder. Wyatt stepped back. "I can't believe I have a stocking, and it has my name on it." He ran his fingers over the thick embroidered letters. Marie smiled, then said, "You're so very welcome." Wyatt hugged her, wiping his tears on her apron, and said, "Thank you."

she brazenly said and started to unbutton her shirt. Xander is now having a mental breakdown. He knew he messed up by making the woman feel that he sees her as an object. But Gabbie is now determined to be fucked and she will not give up. She took off her upper shirt, exposing her bra, and now she is unzipping her pants. Xander quickly grabbed her hand to stop her. "No, Gabbie." But the woman is now glaring at him as she removed Xander's hand. She continued to unzip her pants, undress it, and throw it somewhere on the floor. The only ones left in her now is undergarment.

I sighed. ‘Entertain Devon. He’s lying, but don’t let on that you know,’ I linked Ethan. ‘My specialty,’ he assured me, excitement ringing clearly through the link. “I have some spares used for shifting,” Xander nodded, not letting anything show. “We’ll be right back everyone,” he said, softly. We walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant, around the corner, and out to the trees. He reached into a hole at the base of the tree and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. I could smell the scent on the clothes, so I knew they were his.

Sa kabila ng nangyari sa bodega, mabilis na nakabawi ang bata, ngunit si Aria ay nananatiling gising, nakaupo sa tabi ng kama ng anak at mahigpit na hawak ang maliit nitong kamay. ​CLICK. ​Bumukas ang pinto at pumasok si Xander. Wala na ang kanyang suit jacket, nakatupi na ang manggas ng kanyang puting polo, at gulo-gulo ang kanyang buhok. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang isang pirasong papel na tila ba ito ang pinakamahalagang dokumento sa buong mundo.