Diapered Sassy Novels & Stories

They lounged on chairs, skin already glistening with sweat. "Water looks good," Liam said, dropping his towel on a chair. Isabella sat up, sunglasses perched on her nose. "Too good. Soph, dare you to skinny-dip." Sophia's eyes widened. "Izzy! No way." But Isabella stood, hooking her thumbs in her bikini bottoms. "Chicken. It's just us. Daddy won't mind." She winked at him, peeling the bottoms down slow, exposing her shaved pussy, lips smooth and pink. The top followed, breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the air.

Sarah teases with a wicked smile. “Yes to all four questions,” I reply as our guests arrive. Anna is an attractive slim brunette with Andy is a pretty, toned slim blond man with a diamond earring, obviously bi-sexual. “I am to pleasure and be pleasured,” Sarah tells them as we size each other up. “And I love being licked with an audience watching after I have had my ass worshipped,” she continues as I help her shrug her short silk dressing gown off and she does the same to me. We are both almost naked for our guests. Sarah is wearing heels and a high waisted black g-string to accentuate her legs and ass. I am wearing just a skimpy black jock strap which falls to the floor as Sarah undoes the

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

He took my hand, pulled me onto his lap, and wrapped his other arm around my waist before leaning in to kiss me. Concerned about the assistant catching us, I pushed Damien away, feeling embarrassed. Luckily, the assistant seemed focused on the road and unaware of our interaction, which eased my worry. "Damien!" I gasped. He chuckled by my ear. "Allison, you sit too far." His hand then slid under my skirt. 'What an audacious guy!' I exclaimed inwardly as I grabbed his hand, quietly urging him to stop. But he paid no heed, playfully teasing my earlobe with his teeth.

And before I could utter a word, Sassy walked to the faucet and turned it on. She splashed some water on her face, soaking wet. She went ahead and splashed water on me, too. The water was so cold that it bit my skin, but I wasn't as wet as she was. I glare at her angrily, not having an incline on what she's doing or plans on doing. She continued her madness, holding the hem of her dress, and she pulled apart, stripping the fabric. And then she hit her knee on the marble countertop.

I was still pissed off when I walked into the upscale bar alone. My boyfriend and I had another stupid fight earlier. He called me “too much” and I told him to go fuck himself. Now I was horny, angry, and aching for something reckless. Something filthy. The bar was crowded with beautiful people, dim lights, and expensive liquor. I wore a short black dress that barely covered my ass, no panties, and heels that made my legs look really long. I wanted attention tonight. I needed it.

I hugged him tightly, making him laughed his heart out. Jeremy was one of those male swoon-worthy gay guys. His defined muscles, chiseled jaws, manly stares, not to mention his toned legs and ass. Oh yeah, also his sexy arm sleeve tats. You would think twice, taunting him in for a fight. "Let the night begin baby bear." He started getting us a seat and bringing the beers that we got earlier from the bar. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my short-short dress, just some designer jeans and glittery top, and a really sexy Manolo pumps. People were already staring at us, well at Jeremy obviously.