Romans & histoires Dress Punggung Bolong

Painstakingly, I had forgotten how hugging this dress could be because of how it shows all my coat bone and suck parts to the wall as I was too thin to even be alive or not be believed to not have some sort of eating disorder while the back of it was made of rope like straps that started all the way from my waist to my back that had to be fixed into designated holes in an X like pattern. Leaving my back bare to the wind. Usually, I loved this dress for that some reason... Now, I just wanted it ripped into pieces and turned to a rag. "It's like freezing out Pops" I say as I see him try to fix the straps into their respective holes. He looks like some kid trying to learn how to tie their shoel

Pam came out of the change room in a dress that did not suit her at all. It looked like it wouldn't suit anyone. It had a short skirt that gathered in at the hem, making her butt look comically big. The neckline seemed to have some sort of paperbag-like fabric sticking up all around her chest. The whole thing made her look like an over-decorated puffball. "Okay, I know this is a bit unusual," Pam said, "but I really like this one. What do you all think?"

Elon’s POV The dress clung to my body like a second skin—deep burgundy, smooth silk that caught the light with every slight movement. It dipped low at the back, exposing just enough skin to be distracting without being obvious. The front was worse. Or better. Depending on who was staring. A plunging neckline, softened by careful contouring and illusion, just enough to sell the image without overdoing it. My waist was snatched so it would be shaped just right.

You only need one fucking button to flush, and that’s it. I took my school outfit off and was just standing in my ugly underwear. We all wore the same white tops and big-ass underwear. There is no way that would look good under this dress. I noticed Eve had placed some underwear on top of the dress, but it was like a small piece of fabric with a bunch of strings. How the fuck would that even fit? Where were the strings supposed to go? After trying it three different ways, I thought I finally got it. Fabric in the front and strings everywhere else. It wasn’t really comfortable, and I almost missed those large ass panties I was used to. Why did there need to be a string between my ass cheeks?!

Not wanting to impose any conversation on him, I close the tab and prepare to sleep. The dress came in earlier like he had promised, it's a black custom made ball dress. It has a little flare and beautiful embroidery at the hem. I tried it on and it fitted me perfectly, hugging me tightly and bringing out my shape. I love the way it fitted to my chest, revealing some cleavage and making my breast bigger than its size.

he said gruffly shoving me into the closet, "I think Dante just like playing dress-up." This dress was the first floor-length one I'd tried. It was a deep royal blue and dotted with diamonds, giving the appearance of stars on a night sky. The fabric hung straight down from the waist, grazing the floor. The bodice was fitted into a sweetheart cut, with boning to create a classic silhouette. A slit cut into the side of the dress, showing a lot of my leg. I kicked out my leg a few times to make sure, the dress wasn't cut so high that my other parts were on display. After I was satisfied, I tried to cinch up the back of the dress but couldn't quite reach the straps.

The silk draped over my curves without feeling too tight or restrictive, and the dark blue color made my pale skin look healthy and glowing. I turned around to look at the back of the dress in the large vanity mirror, and I immediately discovered a significant problem. The back of the gown featured a very deep, plunging cutout that exposed my entire spine from my shoulders all the way down to the small of my back. A delicate hidden zipper started at the very bottom of the cutout and ran down past my waist to secure the dress in place. I reached my hands behind my back and attempted to pull the small metal zipper upward, but the angle was incredibly awkward and my fingers could not grasp the

Gianna holds up a flattering red dress. I shake my head "I'll never be able to sit in a dress like that" She shakes her head and holds up another dress. A purple one, this time the silk material of the dress is absolutely thin and the tiny straps are there to do nothing but hold the dress over my breast. A dress I'd never be able to wear with a bra because the back is empty, totally backless like most if my other dresses. I sighed. Simply finding the irony quite confusing...

The dress I was wearing was sexy, provocative, just how I like it. Tiny red straps ran over my shoulders, barely holding the dress in place, while the open back dipped scandalously low, revealing the smooth arch of my spine and the seductive dip above my ass. I adjusted the slit that ran high up one thigh, flashing the lacey edge of the black thong I wore beneath—just enough to tease, not reveal.

The dress was barely covering me. It was so skin tight and it stopped just below my ass. The part that was meant to cover my breasts looked like two straps and barely covered them at all. Two diamond chains stretched across my back, holding the dress together I assumed but really wasn't doing a damn thing.