Crossing Dressing Stories 소설 & 이야기

My body is shaking from my sobs even as I try to be as still as possible. The knife goes back to my spine and slowly trails down. When he reaches my dress he lifts the hem and cuts through it with the knife. He is slow and careful as he cuts through the whole length of the dress. He pushes the fabric and it lightly falls to my sides. He gently strokes the naked skin of my back until he reaches my bra. with the knife he cuts through it and my back is now completely bare.

Sloane kissed back with equal force, hands grabbing at clothes. Tatum took full control this time. She pushed Sloane down onto the bed and grabbed a resistance band from her bag. “Hands up,” she ordered. Sloane hesitated but obeyed, her heart pounding with a mix of defiance and need. Tatum tied her wrists together above her head, securing them to the headboard. The band dug into her skin just enough to send sparks through her body. Tatum stripped Sloane slowly, exposing her toned body. “Look at you. So ready to break for me.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

The slow burn of months exploded into immediate heat. We didn’t waste time on small talk. Drinks were poured, but barely touched and then clothes started coming off. My sundress pooled at my feet, revealing the tiny black lace lingerie set I’d bought just for them. Mia’s dress followed, her perky tits spilling out, nipples already hard.

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