Jessica Nigri Slip Novels & Stories

I missed once, her scream piercing the air as she slipped—Then—snagged her wrist. Hard. Her full weight yanked against me, nearly ripping my arm from its socket. I bit down a scream. Jessica was screaming, raw, high, and panicked, clawing at my ink-slick hand. Her nails digging as she scrambled for any grip. “Pull me up!” she shrieked. “I’m slipping!” “I’m trying!” I growled, squeezing her wrist tighter. But I couldn’t. My palm was wet with red ink. My grip kept slipping. I could barely hold onto the railing, let alone her.

They were red as if rats had bitten them. “Oh, baby! How are you feeling? Jessica asked. “I know how to buck you up, I have planned something for you. I'll get ready in five minutes then we will go,” she said excitedly and my darling mate nodded. “We'll see about that,” Sapp smirked. Time for Croton tiglium’s magic! “I'm ready,” Jessica said coming downstairs. It would be a lie if I said, she isn't looking good. She’s wearing a rosy short dress, makeup done to perfection.

Andrea’s POV My eyes widened the moment I saw Jessica. She looked like a siren emerging from the sea. I hate to admit it, but she looked stunning, breathtakingly beautiful. Our dresses and hairstyles were almost the same, but hers had soft waves. She was also wearing a mermaid-style dress, but the neckline was lower, showing off her cleavage. I never imagined Jessica would wear something like that. The dress was backless down to the waist and tied around the neck, highlighting the elegant curve of her body. There was also a long slit that gave her an even more striking aura as she walked. The fabric draped gracefully and shimmered with what looked like pearl embellishments.

Nori giggled, her tiny hands reaching up to touch Jessica's face. After breakfast, Jessica decided to take Nori outside to explore. The fresh air and nature always seemed to captivate Nori, and it was a perfect opportunity for them to bond. Jessica pointed out different flowers and trees, naming each one and watching as Nori’s eyes lit up with curiosity. As they walked, Jessica couldn’t help but notice the birthmark on Nori's right ear. It was a small, unique mark that made her daughter even more special in her eyes. "You’re my little one-of-a-kind," Jessica whispered, feeling a swell of love.

~ Nikki ~ I duck into the en suite to brush my teeth, then spritz a light fragrance in the air. I walk through the mist, just to pick up the essence of it. I slip out of the robe and into a peek-a-boo nightie with a violet, lacy, angled bra-bodice that dips low between my breasts and is extremely revealing. The skirt is lavender charmeuse, with a short hem in front and a longer one in back, creating a soft, rippled effect. There are matching, lacy slippers, but I don’t bother with them. I do, however, opt for the charmeuse thong. The satiny material is irresistible.

I am damn sure about that. Putting an end to my impatient waiting Nivi came out from closet in a sleeveless silk gown which ended upto floor but got a slit above her mid thigh. She wasn't wearing anything inside , that gown did it's job very well showing her erected nipples through that soft fabric. Giving me a smirk she kept her one leg on bed showing those white long leg till the thigh. After setting the alarm she laid beside me turning towards my side giving a view of her two jammed breasts.

I figured I’d feel better and be more focused once I had a nice little release. Jessa’s bedroom is right down the hallway from the main bathroom, and I noticed that her door was ajar as I approached. I peeked in, and saw that she was trying on another outfit, this time black stockings with an incredibly short black skirt, and a white button up. She looked straight out of a porno, with the bottoms of her ass hanging out of the skirt, and her hair in pigtails. It was spank bank material I could use in the shower.

Jackson: Don’t threaten me. I bit my lip. Stupid butterflies. I am not built for butterflies. Before I could spiral, the curtain opened again. Jessa stepped out. And— Oh. This one worked. Soft navy. Off-shoulder sleeves that framed her collarbone elegantly. Fitted bodice — structured, not suffocating. Flowing skirt that skimmed her hips instead of trying to reshape them. It didn’t fight her body. It welcomed it. She stood awkwardly. “Well…?”

“Sweet!” Mouth hanging open, Jesse Kretch promptly pissed his pants. And it all happened much too fast. The girl jerked and twitched, her bones clacking and snapping inside her. Then she leapt to her haunches and lingered there for a moment as hunger flickered in eyes that shone a bright, sterling silver. “Yeah,” she whispered, “now this is the shit!” She jumped and he flung up his arms but she batted them aside and drove him back onto the cold ground. Jesse’s head cracked against cold asphalt.

She peeled away from me, blowing a kiss, and dove into the sea of dancers. Jessica moved like a fucking slut in heat, her body undulating to the heavy beat, tits bouncing as she threw her head back. She zeroed in on a group of black men near the edge of the floor, sidling up to the first one a lean guy with dreads and started grinding her ass against his crotch.