Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

It was more like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. And I wasn't going to lie, I loved getting under his skin, pushing his buttons just a little bit. It's not like I was walking around naked or anything. These bum shorts were cute and fun, perfect for a party like this. Plus, they made me feel confident and sexy and wasn't that what mattered most? If anything, Eric should be proud he got a wife like me who was confident enough to flaunt what she got.

“No, sir… but I’m willing to do anything for this job.” “Anything?” He yanked her skirt up roughly, exposing her black thong. The thin fabric was already soaked. He chuckled darkly. “Look at this sloppy little pussy. Dripping through your panties before I’ve even touched you properly. What a desperate whore.” He hooked a finger under the thong and pulled it aside, exposing her shaved, glistening cunt. “Spread yourself for me. Show me that greedy hole.” Trembling, Sara reached back and spread her ass cheeks, displaying her tight pink pussy and puckered asshole.

I began to grope his crotch area, and he pulled his head away from mine for a moment. "Do you want to take off some clothes?" he asked me breathing heavily "Yeah, let's take off our shorts," I said back to him. We both gently yet quickly pulled our shorts off of each other, to reveal our "Affection" for each other. We paused for a brief moment to get a glimpse of what we were dealing with. There it was, staring me right in the face. What I say? That scrawny son of a bitch was packing some serious heat. He wasn't a Tommy Lee or anything like that, but definitely deserving of some recognition. He crawled on top of me, wrapped his legs around mine, we kissed and felt around some more.

Now that I’m turned towards her I can see her properly and I can see that her shorts are around her ankles and she has one of her hands buried between her legs. “I. I. I.” She stammers trying to speak. I start to speak but I’m stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs raises it to her mouth and licks it. I feel my cock twitch watching her pornographic display and I wonder what the fuck is happening. Selina walks forward into my bedroom, turns around, and closes the door behind her, She then kicks her shorts off her feet so that she is wearing nothing from the waist down and then starts to walk across the room towards me. My mind is spinning as I watch Selina walk acr

The kind of stare that said I know exactly what I’m about to do to you. She backed into the edge of the mattress, sat down, then leaned back, propped on her elbows. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at her shorts. She did. No teasing, just off. No underwear either. His gaze darkened. “Fuck, Emma,” he muttered, kneeling between her legs. “You’re already soaked.”

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I cried out, arching back against him as he pumped slow and deep. I clutched the sheets, panting. He pulled down my shorts and I kicked them off completely before slipping his fingers in again. “You wear those tiny little shorts and come into my room. Into my bed and grind on my cock.” “I didn’t mean to come in here,” I whimpered. “But you didn’t leave either.” His fingers sped up. I moaned even louder now. “You were gonna come all over my fingers like a needy little slut. Maybe I should leave you hanging longer.”

My knees buckled, and his hands gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly. He carried me to the bed, tossing me down like I weighed nothing. I sat up fast. “Cole, get out—” “Take your shorts off,” he ordered, voice like steel. I froze. “No.” He chuckled—low, dark, like I’d just challenged him. “You think I won’t?” Before I could stop him, his hands hooked into my waistband and yanked. My shorts were gone in one rough pull, leaving me in just my panties.

Those tiny black cotton shorts rode up high, the hem digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. With deliberate movements, she reached back with both hands, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and peeled the shorts down inch by torturous inch. The fabric slid over the full globes of her ass, revealing smooth, pale skin with a light tan line from her bikini. She kept going until the shorts pooled at her ankles, then kicked them aside.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.