Garterbelt Novels & Stories

The feast for their eyes. Raquel insisted on a gold body chain that hung high on my waist and looped down my two thighs, clasping just right behind my mid-thigh. The body chain was like a garter belt. After trying it on, I knew it was going to work. Step 1! Find a sexy thing to wear. (CHECK!)

wn the youth's body, Chen didn't find anything aside from the belt with black stripes and nail-sized round pieces of jades inlaid. 'A storage essence tool,' Chen instantly realized and he unbuckled the belt before pulling away. By now, the dog had returned with a loud bark.

Arissa said from behind me but I felt weird. The outfit was sexy all right. It was an elegant deep green belly dance costume. It had a bra that was decorated with beautiful patterns made of stones and crystals. The small belt that I strapped to my waist had garters that reached mid-thigh. The straps connecting the garter had heart-shaped sequined patterns with beads and stones on them.

Margaux eagerly unwrapped the box. Inside lay a jewelry belt, delicate yet striking. It was crafted from rose gold links, each one shaped like a blooming camellia, with tiny rubies nestled in the center of every flower. The chain was designed to drape gracefully around the waist, with a single strand that dipped lower at the front, where a ruby teardrop pendant hung like a finishing note. “I thought it would pair nicely with the necklace,” Freya added casually. Mrs. Fontaine’s eyes sparkled as she held the belt up. “It’s exquisite. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He pulled out the first gift. A brown leather belt, the expensive kind you could tell carried a hefty price tag. "Figured you'd like that one." She watched his face for a reaction. Next came a set of cufflinks. "For your work suits." The third was a wristband. Engraved on it, in neat little letters: cute boy. Noah lifted his eyes to her, deadpan. Lory dissolved into giggles. "I couldn't help it. It's my favorite name for you."

They looked like burns, angry and tender to the touch. I reached for the lingerie. It was a skimpy, midnight-black set made of sheer lace and dangerously thin silk straps, but the bottom was a high-cut, vintage-style garter belt with wide, overlapping lace panels. I stepped into it carefully, wincing as the fabric brushed against the battered skin. I adjusted the heavy lace garters, positioning the thick black straps and the floral embroidery so they masked the worst of the discoloration. From a distance, it looked like a provocative design. Only someone who got close enough to touch would see the trauma hidden beneath the lace.

Margaux eagerly unwrapped the box. Inside lay a jewelry belt, delicate yet striking. It was crafted from rose gold links, each one shaped like a blooming camellia, with tiny rubies nestled in the center of every flower. The chain was designed to drape gracefully around the waist, with a single strand that dipped lower at the front, where a ruby teardrop pendant hung like a finishing note. “I thought it would pair nicely with the necklace,” Freya added casually. Mrs. Fontaine’s eyes sparkled as she held the belt up. “It’s exquisite. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

It accentuated her already thin waist, and made her hips look even curvier. Her garter belt was black silk with matching green lace. It came down in green ruffles on top of her hips, with four black, silk straps, connected to the tops of her lace topped black stockings. The saleswoman had even given her the kind with the heavy black seam running up the back of the leg. Very sexy! Her panties were of green lace with small, black silk accents. They were tight against her crotch, showing a slight outline, but covering everything. The perfect amount of view, and preview.

My fingers covered my freshly painted lips to stifle a gasp. I would recognize that belt over any of Nox's assortment. What caught my attention was the buckle—very distinctive silver with a swirl. It was the same one I'd found in his closet in Rye, the one he'd told me to use, and the one he'd told me to bring back to the city.

Alice dives into the bag and hands me a garter belt to go along with the set. “Exactly, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.” Before I can ask who she means, Alice pushes me deeper into the closet so I can change in private. The lace feels luxurious against my skin; the garter belt is a little fiddly to get on, but once I have my new underwear secured, I turn to look at myself in the mirror. I look like a vixen ready to take on the world. I’m wearing next to nothing, but I swear the garments give my body a kick; it's always been missing.