Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

She’d decided to have one of those Pleasure Parties with the girls to embarrass Dana with the toys and stuff. All the boxes and displays were opened by the hostess. The girls giggled and laughed at the dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. They turned out the lights for a demo of glow in the dark toys. They even had a condom blow-up contest that Leslie won. This was no surprise to most, being she was by far the slut of the bunch with a reputation for an infatuation with giving blow-jobs. The oils and creams were the most interesting. They applied them to each other and felt the textures and feeling of the lotions.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

CHAPTER 9 LILY Jeremiah pushed me down onto the sheets and began tearing at the wedding dress once more. The expensive silk gave way easily under his impatient hands, seams ripping with sharp, satisfying sounds that echoed through the lavish honeymoon suite. Petals scattered across the bed as the heavy fabric slid off my body and fell to the floor in a ruined heap. I lay completely bare beneath him now, except for the thin diamond necklace still resting against my collarbone and the wedding ring that felt like a stranger on my finger. My skin was flushed, marked with faint bruises and bite marks from earlier that day, and between my thighs I was slick and swollen, still leaking traces of his

"Anything you need." As he approached the bed, Jennifer's fingers trembled on the duvet. With a slow, deliberate motion, she peeled it back, revealing her body clad in the sheer pastel green lace lingerie that hugged her curves. The delicate lace bralette clung to her heavy breasts, the off-the-shoulder sleeves slipping down her arms, barely containing the swell of her tits. Her erect nipples poked insistently against the translucent fabric. A thin ribbon tie dangled loosely between her cleavage, half-undone, as if inviting fingers to tug it free. The matching high-cut panties rode scandalously low on her wide hips, the sheer material exposing the shaved mound of her pussy and the faint outl

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

Selling my body was the only way out. “You look so hot, Liora,” one of the girls purred. She stood in front of me, her eyes roaming all over me, taking me in. “Men will bleed their bank accounts dry to own you for a single night.” “I feel naked,” I whispered, tugging at the hem of the dress. It was useless. Every time I moved, the silk rode up, exposing more of my skin. “That’s the point, honey,” she laughed. “Tonight, you’re just a prize to be bought.”

I hated sleeping with panties on, they always twisted or got stuck in my pussy making me uncomfortable, so I slipped off the panties I had put on after the shower and let it drop to the floor I pulled the silky set over my head and hips, the fabric sliding smooth, clinging just perfectly to my breasts and ass. I climbed onto my bed, pulled the thin sheet over my legs and lay on my back staring at the ceiling in the dark… waiting for sleep to come I don't know how long I lay there for sleep to come and I don't know how long I slept… but when I opened my eyes to the sound of my door closing, I didn't expect to see Leo's huge and dark form standing there

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.