Les Knickers Novelas e Histórias

One shelf carried organized folders; another, bottles of high-end liquor. Kola pulled one of the chairs forward and gestured for me to sit. I did, pulling out my phone to distract myself with emails. I must have lost track of time, because the door eventually creaked open, and in walked three girls. They were practically naked, wearing only sheer black lingerie that hugged their bodies like second skin, the kind with lace and underwire that revealed more than it concealed. Each of them wore heels too high for comfort and enough makeup to drown a lesser face.

Her Aunt Lily called opening the bathroom door. “Here put this on.” KC said, handing Kydence a pair of lace panties. “Uuhhh…what is this?” Kyde asked, “there is nothing here.” She said looking at the small piece of fabric. “Where’s the bra? I’m not going anywhere without a bra!” she asked, scrunching her nose. “The dress has padding for your titties and the dress is low at the back, so you need to wear a thong.” KC said wiggling her brows.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Come on! Who doesn't like fun sex? There is one just three shops down and then you take a left. You can't miss it.” I thanked her and hurried down. “One shop, two, three and left…oh my God!” I was dumbstruck as I stood in front of a store. The neon lighys burned bright and the sales attendants were all walking around in skimpy sexy lingerie with fishnets and heels. Some even had head bands with furry cat or puppy ears. “KinkyFucks. That's one way to name a store. Alright, Enora. Deep breath." I tried to calm myself and went into the store. For a sex shop, it smelled strongly of lavender.

Nicholas wasn't going to know what hit him. I pawed through my lingerie drawers, picking out the black corset, matching lace panties, and sheer black thigh highs. I'd been reluctant to buy them initially but was glad now that Courtney had convinced me they'd be useful one day. It took some major maneuvering to get the ribbons laced up correctly, but the effects were spectacular.

LINXARA'S POV Tonight was going to be the craziest night ever. Tonight will be my last night of being unmarried. I walked in further into Vivian's room, where the girls were in. Vivian volunteered to be my chief bridesmaid for the day. I saw Kayla, Riele, Tina, Lydia, Lynx, and Jamie rearranging the stuff we were going to use for tonight. Different sexy bachelotte's wears. I placed my palm over my mouth. I was wowed. There were ten Royal Blue Lacy panties and bra accompanied with a blue, satin kimono, silky robe. It was so short that it would barely reach the thigh.

— On your knees. His order is a lash. I grit my teeth, but obey. The floor is cold beneath my leather knee pads, the dress sliding up my thighs as I kneel, exposing the lace thong that conceals nothing. Murmurs ripple through the audience. Someone snickers. A woman to my right parts her lips, licking her bottom lip, her fingers already buried between her thighs.

Clutching my hands together under my chin, I leaned forward to watch their reactions as they opened their presents. “What the hell is this?” Thomas questioned, holding it up a few inches from his face to study it. It was knitted in the shape of a dick with balls, each made to their exact sizes to fit them snugly, with an opening at the top for them to put it on. I smiled from ear to ear. “It’s a dick warmer,” I told them when none of them figured it out. “For your dicks in the winter when it gets cold.” Kieran stared at me for a few seconds before he cracked a smile. “It could work.”

She wondered how prepared he is now. "Wait... Look at that dress! I want it!" She pointed at a showcase dress excitedly. Kieran looked at the dress which is all black and shining with black glitter. It is Lacey and has a lot of details in it. But Kieran has a problem with it, it's too short. As if he already doesn't have to deal with all the people catcalling his girlfriend. Now he has to deal with stopping them from looking at her. No matter what, other men looking at her makes him angry.

Implied nudity was their game as it was a soft core tease magazine that showed a lot of skin, but left just enough covered to leave their audience wanting more. Lini was wearing a skin tight pink nightshirt that was practically see through. It looked to be at least one size too small, as her immense tits were obviously straining against the sheer pink material of the nightshirt. The shirt went down to just past the middle of her thighs, which were creamy white and near perfect. Also perfect, was her incredibility long dark and shiny hair that, as she tilted her head to one side, fell all the way down past her ass to about the middle of her calf.

However, the kinkier things like urethra toys, electrodes and clamps. No, not nipple clamps. London knew what those were after receiving the beginner vibrator nipple clamps. She was talking about genital and nose clamps. Why would anyone pierce their genitals and allow prongs to stick up their nostrils? It sounded extremely painful. London didn’t know how anyone could think of that as pleasurable, but that was for those living in the world of BDSM. The questions were spicy, and as Queenie tackled them, the donation jar started to fill up little by little. London didn’t realise it until a huge donation poured in, hitting the upper limit for this jar.