Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the luxurious lingerie set, its deep red hue a stark contrast to the pristine white of the tissue paper. With trembling hands, Claire carefully slipped into the lingerie, the fabric soft and delicate against her skin. She adjusted her dress, ensuring that the lingerie was hidden beneath the professional attire she wore. The sensation of the lingerie against her skin was exhilarating, a tantalizing reminder of the desires that simmered beneath the surface.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

She was smiling ear to ear, keeping an eye on how I unboxed her gift. My jaw dropped when the red lingerie appeared. I heard Lila chuckled. “Surprised?” She seemed so happy with what she had done. “‘Come on, sir Marcus. Take it and observe. There’s something in its middle.” Exciteness were all over her voice. My was already hard… so fucking hard when I took off the lingerie from the box. “What the fuck?” A curse left my lips when I felt the wetness in the middle of it. Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

The low light clung to my skin, tracing the lace of the black lingerie. It felt like a second skin, clinging, whispering promises with every breath. The panties, a mere suggestion of fabric, offered a tantalizing peek through the small keyhole cut into the crotch. My reflection stared back, a woman on the precipice, primed for a fall. Anticipation hummed in my veins, a dark, sweet melody. Anything tonight. Everything.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in deeply. *Just this once,* I told myself. *Then I’ll stop.* I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. I was already dripping. It didn’t take long. I rubbed slow circles over my clit at first, then pushed two fingers inside, fucking myself while inhaling his scent. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside