Brief X Stocking Novels & Stories

A pink one with Daddy’s girl on it? “We can go tomorrow, get some gifts for your family and friends. We could decorate the big tree outside with lights and put gifts under it on Christmas Eve! That'll be so cool.” I love my idea, and it seems Jaxon does too because he smiles—or rather smirks at the idea. He drops the baby blue cashmere sweater, pair of denim jeans, and white beanie he picked out for me on the bed before coming to sit beside me again. He holds one side of my jaw, eyes burning into mine as he lets out a heavy breath.

All of them had the family names embroidered on them. On my first morning there, I noticed that there was one with my name on it. “Oh hey!” I said to Brooklyn as she came down. “Thanks for the stocking. You didn’t have to do that.” Brooklyn made a face. “You’ve got a stocking?” I nodded and showed her, pointing to the purple and blue stocking that had my name embroidered on it in silver. “You didn’t have anything to do with that?” My friend shook her head. “No, I didn’t have anything to do with that.”

She immediately dropped the brief and picked up the mysterious item from the floor. It was a condom. She shook her head in disbelief. "Why would the shop include a condom in my shopping bag?" Because of this silly freebie, she suddenly became painfully aware of how lonely being single could be. Curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the condom and held it close to her face. "XL..." she whispered. That was what was written on the label. A moment later, she found herself picking up the XL brief again before opening the XL condom. She honestly didn't know whether to laugh or pity herself for what she was about to do.

My three-inch stilettos were useless compared to his height. Xavier chuckled, green eyes unabashedly enjoying my reddening skin. “Here.” He handed me the lewd underwear when my scowl deepened. He turned, and I hurriedly closed my underwear drawer, letting out a breath, calming my nerves. When I turned around, my embarrassment only deepened when I realized what Xavier was holding. He’s inspecting the black babydoll Penny gifted me for my wedding night. That thing was as good as nothing, but what’s sordid about it was the personalized statement my naughty best friend printed on it.

I put my hair up into a loose braid, exposing my neck. Hoping my mate’s mark would be there. False hope but hope none the less. I matched it with comfortable sandals. I did light makeup and sprayed on my baccarat perfume to mask my natural scent without seeming suspicious. I looked over at the gift bag standing on my dressing table. It was a gift I had prepared for Xander before i eve knew he was my mate. It was an old vintage fishing reel that Xander wanted. He liked to collect them, and this specific one was a unique piece that would tie his collection together.

“Ssh! Don't you think you shouldn't be having this bra on!” He winked at me mysteriously and my eyes widened with shock. I immediately snapped in, “Xander!” He chuckled at my reaction. Shoving my face back onto the crook of his neck, he said, “No more words. Just sleep peacefully.” I ran breathless when Xander hugged me tightly and said, “I think you need a shirt to make yourself warm but now your husband's naked body in boxers should be enough to warm you up.” “Ahm…” I moaned lightly, the more his hard dick would squeeze against my hip bone.

Those thin, sheer stockings looked particularly suggestive in Xavier's hand. Gabriella looked at him, a shiver running down her spine. She then let out a soft, disdainful snort and said, "How very considerate of you, Mr. Lund! Do you perhaps make it a habit to carry women's stockings with you every day? Do you perhaps have a specific fetish?" Xavier closed the distance between them and seized her waist in one swift motion, drawing her closer to view their reflections in the mirror.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

It makes me shiver, burning me to my stomach. "It's these clothes," Xavier mumbles, touching the damp fabric of my shirt. "That's what's wrong." He rummages through his small backpack, looking for something. He's right that my clothes are soaked, but that's not the problem at all. "I have some extra shirts," he pulls out some clothes and sets them on the ground. "I'll light a fire and you can change." "Change?" Unconsciously, I back up against the stone wall, my expression alarmed. "Here?" There is no secluded section of this small alcove, with little between the interior walls and the driving rain.