Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

As his hands squeezed and released her ass, she let herself fall into the flow of her own yearning and when his tongue circled around her clit again, she cried out his name and flooded him with her desire. They didn’t go back to the table. Louis drove her to his apartment. He lowered the lights in his bedroom and lit a candle. With as much restraint as he could, he took the clothes from her body. He saw her looking around his room as she leaned back on her elbows on his bed and knew that he would do anything to make this night be magical for her. He had waited only a few months to share this with her, but she had waited a lifetime. He kissed her. She was more relaxed now, but also more excit

Her fingers danced along the hem of her delicate lingerie, teasingly tracing the intricate lace patterns that adorned her curves. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, Gloria slowly unclasped the delicate hooks of her lacy black lingerie and, with a slow, deliberate movement, slipped her lingerie straps off her shoulders, allowing the fabric to caress her skin before it fell to the floor in a graceful heap. It revealed the gentle curves of her breasts; her nipples stood erect, eagerly awaiting the touch of her fingertips.

But just enough to keep the conversation flowing. Wanting to add some humor, she said, “Woah, so the game ‘guess if they’re siblings or lovers’ would be much, much more difficult to play then.” This cracked August up and he finally laughed. “If you play those types of games, then yes.” Evangeline had to fight the urge to stare. She asked as if she hadn’t studied him for many nights already, “How’d you know that kind of fact anyway?” “My line of work dictates I have to learn everything about modifying the human body.”

He kissed me urgently and I unbuttoned his shirt and roamed my hands around his chest …. He suddenly stopped kissing and took off my gown ….I shivered as breeze blew on my skin…he took off my bra and panties… Soon after he took my nipple into his mouth….I moaned out loud at the touch…he used his other hands to squeeze my breasts…and played with my nipples…. His other hands found my core and flicked at my clitoris…I almost screamed at the intense pleasure I was feeling… He suddenly stopped and I almost yelled at him to continue…. “Lie down” he said

The kind that warns you something terrible is coming. Albert reached for a folder lying on the table beside him. Slowly, carefully, almost reluctantly. Then he placed it in front of me. My gaze dropped to it. The folder was thick, packed with documents, evidence, secrets, and answers. Whatever was inside had the power to change everything. I looked back at Albert. My voice shook. "What's in there?" His expression hardened. And when he answered, his words sent terror racing through me. "The reason your family has been living a lie for seven years."

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

(A short story) IT WAS THE most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but all it made me do was want to cry. I ran my fingers slowly over the lace, the boning, and the tiny appliqué flowers, and wondered what on earth had possessed me to buy something so ridiculous, so expensive and so useless. It was too late now, the time for sexy lingerie was long past. Not even a pure silk, gunmetal blue basque could salvage the ruins of my marriage.

Liane rose on her knees and buried her face between Mistress’s thighs, her mouth finding the soaked lace beneath the corset, her tongue working soft and then rough, desperate and obedient. Mistress hissed. “Yes. Just like that.” She leaned her head back. Gabriel and Eren kept licking, switching sides when ordered, their lips now glossy with spit and leather polish. Mistress reached down and grabbed Liane’s braid, pulling her in closer. “Use your nose,” she snapped. Liane obeyed, burying herself deeper, grinding her face into Selene’s cunt as her tongue moved faster. Mistress moaned. “Fingers,” she whispered. “One at a time.”

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

The bed was untidy, and just on the floor close to the bed, lay Sarah's crushed lacy panties. ‎I opened the drawer on Tyson's side of the bed and saw tons of unused condoms, a handcuff, and some other sex toys. Then I moved over to Sarah's side of the bed, opened the drawer, and saw vibrators of different sizes and colors with a p**n magazine.