Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

, pinching me from behind to stay quiet as I opened my mouth to dispute her claims. Vanir's ear perked up, "A what?" "A lingerie party", Lanie elaborated, avoiding his eyes, as she picked one for herself, the hysterical scene unfolding before me. "Like a BBQ swim party where the dress code is a swim suit" "A swim suit is not a lingerie", Vanir argued, his dashing face folding into a frown. "It's a lingerie party", she answered in a 'duh' tone. "We decided to go with lingeries", Lanie said, lying so smoothly.

"Well, that night, I wore a really short red sexy lace lingerie nightgown and thong panties and no bra. There is no way, he would have been able resist that. I mean it's just like wearing a net on a naked body" "You're so bad" "Of course, I was showing him my asset" ?FLASHBACK? I was in the sitting anxiously waiting for him to come home. I heard the bell chime and I giggled and opened the door for him. "Hey baby" I kissed and he took the opportunity to look at my nightgown. He had a surprise look on his face and his eyes darkened as it held a lustful gaze. "What are wearing?" he asked in a husky voice. I smiled innocently knowing he was obviously getting aroused. I was just gonna tease him e

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

A naughty glint in her eye says she understood what I meant. “I think I know just what would be perfect” and takes me to a different section of the store. Rows and rows of the most seductive-looking lingerie greet me. Panties that are open at the crotch and pearls lining the opening in the crotch, bras with open cups that completely allow the boobs to hang out. Leather bras with open cups, sheer baby dolls, and many more. I am completely baffled by the collection and the various items that could be used to spice up the sex.

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

He wants me to open it so he can see inside. Walking over to the box, I lift the lid, exposing lingerie. It looks like there’s something in every color. “The good stuff,” Cupid says beside me, and I drop the lid, my face turning crimson. I’m not sure why he bought it. One, I’m not allowed to wear panties and two, the tops of my dresses are normally tight enough that I don’t have to wear a bra. Most of them have a built-in bra, and I’m not rocking a ton of boobage as it is.

And yet… I stripped out of my sundress and lay on the bed in just my lace panties. My hands wandered before I could stop them. I cupped my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples as I imagined their hands instead. Marcus’s strong grip. Derek’s rougher touch. Both of them on me. The fantasy shocked me two daddies worshipping my body, using me, claiming me.

They barely slept. The sheets were still twisted from earlier, the room smelling faintly of sex and their skin. Around 4 a.m. Lila woke with that sharp, familiar ache between her legs—pussy tender and swollen from the kitchen counter, thighs sticky where his cum had dried. She shifted under the thin blanket and felt the throb deepen, insistent, like her body hadn’t had enough.

"You scared me." "I have a present for you," he said, ignoring her protest. He led her into the living room. A large, flat box was sitting on the coffee table. She opened it. Inside, on a bed of black silk, was a set of lingerie. It was the most obscene, beautiful thing she had ever seen. A bra made of tiny, strategically placed strips of black lace and a matching thong that was little more than a string. "Put it on," he commanded.