Light Grey Satin Ankle Pants Novels & Stories

Ginger stated. The outfit they gave me was ridiculous. A baby pink lacy bustier top, ruffled bottom panties, and a micro crinoline mini skirt, so short you can see the ruffles of my panties. I’m at least thankful for the panties covering my butt, since I have the bite mark that Zander left. Antonio would totally freak out if he saw it. I also have the standard little girl knee-high socks and platform Mary Janes. I’m starting to get the feeling that Antonio has a little girl fetish, which is just ick.

These were bought for the woman who was currently hidden away in a witch coven. The closet was filled with lace, frills, and pastels—everything I despised. There were rows of pink sandals where I would have preferred boots or sneakers, and emeralds and sapphires where I would have chosen rubies. I huffed as I looked at the training gear, which came in every imaginable shade of pink. I definitely needed to go shopping. But for now, I dove into the sea of pastels and extracted a rare find: black tailored pants, a black silk blouse, and black block heels.

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I wasn't going on a dinner date with my boyfriend, this is dinner with a family and so I have to put on something okay. I was thinking of wearing my pink shiny gown but it was too bright. My eyes just caught my long body-hugging dark green carpet color dress. It has a double slim hand on each side and has a long slit at the left side of my leg, the slit is from my ankle to my upper thigh. It doesn't need ironing because of the type of material. I thought of the show to put on but I found my white fancy slippers which were going to match the dress.

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.

Seated on a stool, Karen rolled black stockings up her legs, so sheer they resembled pewter mist, and clipped the suspenders to the tops, thighs responding as her fingers brushed them. Standing again, she thrust her feet into highheeled sandals and pirouetted before the mirror, enthralled by the sight of herself. She looked like a hooker. The black satin bonded her breasts and waist, cutting into her flesh. Greyish black encased her legs in startling contrast to the pale area of her buttocks and furry pubic triangle with its fascinating furrow.

"What do you think?" "Damn, you're hot," he said, his eyes roaming from my head down to my legs. "Payton, you look like a succubus." "I do, huh?" I was putting on black long lace socks with straps to my waist, black lace pants which had its own straps that joined with the straps on my waist and went all the way to my stomach and formed a circle at my chest area, around my black bra.

She shook her head, "Never mind. I do not want that." I held up a dress and asked, "What do you think?" It was a black gown with one shoulder bare and a long sleeve on the other arm. I tried it on, and Kayla smiled, "That is really pretty on you. You need that one. While you're in there, try this one." I went back in the dressing room and tried on the dress Kayla gave me. It was a pastel pink satin dress. It had spaghetti straps and it had a slit going almost to my waistline. I stepped out and she winked, "You need that one too." By the time I was done trying on gowns, I had six gowns to take with me.

She lifted it out and glanced in the box at the items that lay waiting her discovery. She lay the dress aside and picked up a dark pair of black cotton pants from the bottom of the box. They reminded her of the pants Creighton bought her back at the hotel, the same ones currently in the custody of the police. The seams and pockets were stitched in silver thread. The pockets held an embroidered floral design of leaves and tiny pink forget-me-not flowers. Beneath the pants was a blouse made from some kind of a cotton material, soft and stretchy. It was a deep violet color and was actually more of a half shirt with long sleeves. A belly shirt as Cathy would call it. It crossed in the front like

I step out and walk to the mirror to see what it looks like. “Oooh pretty.” “Lovely legs baby girl.” I smile, it is a pretty dress but I’m not sure about the sleeves. “Hmm I don’t think this is the one, it’s nice but I feel a little too girlish if that makes sense.” They nod and I head back to try the next one. “Okay, this one is floor length with short sleeves, it’s a dark grey almost black with some glitter to give it a shimmer. There is a split in the side up to the hip and a deep v cut in the front.”