Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

“We call it the Luna brothel for a reason.We are all on the same hierarchy and that is probably why we understand our bodies so well, so just relax…we got you.” As she finished her sentence she locked the door tightly and pulled me in very closely, kissing me again. Her version of kissing was hotter and wetter because she used her full tongue to caress my mouth, licking my mouth and tightening the grip on my lips. “Hmm.” I moaned into her mouth, trying to control myself but I felt two other ladies come from behind me and started pulling down my outfit. I was putting on a long top and a skirt that was almost the same length as the top.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

After staying up all night to finish a task my boss had assigned, my phone buzzed with a message notification. [Apartment 402, how many times have I told you not to hang your clothes out like that? Your lingerie fell onto my balcony! Ugh, lucky I was home; otherwise, my boyfriend and son would've seen it. That would've been so awkward!] A photo followed right after, showing a black lace panty hanging precariously on the railing of the balcony of the third floor, swaying in the wind.

By the time they reached the master bedroom, Sarah was naked except for the yellow bikini bottoms, Lily completely bare, Mark shirtless with shorts still tangled around his ankles. He pushed them both onto the king bed. Sarah landed on her back, legs spread; Lily crawled over her, straddling her waist. They kissed—deep, filthy—hands everywhere. Mark stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching them grind together, bikini bottoms the only barrier left. Sarah hooked her fingers in the yellow fabric, tugged it aside. Lily lowered herself, slick pussy sliding along Sarah’s bare folds. They moaned into each other’s mouths—slow rolls turning faster, clits kissing with every pass

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

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My pussy’s already soaked just thinking about some stranger staring at it. Lingerie sat tucked in a quiet residential street just off the main drag, its glowing neon sign promising sin behind the innocent facade. The moment they stepped inside, the air hit Lila like warm honey—thick with the scent of expensive perfume, fresh lace, and unmistakable female arousal.

She stood up and pulled her clothes apart, her breathtaking features visible to my eyes. “Jackpot!” I exclaimed. She lay on the bed and I was on top of her. She had never looked more beautiful lying there as we locked our eyes. Her soft vulnerable underbelly undulates with anticipation. I crawled lower to her lower abdomen, My tongue, cleansing it as I spread her vulva with my fingers, getting deeper into her inner body.

The door slammed behind me as she stormed off, her frustration echoing in the hallway. Back in the dorm, I opened Instagram and clicked on a post from an account that had just uploaded something five minutes ago: a selfie of Scarlett dressed in all designer clothes. She had a secret Instagram account where she pretended to be an independent, wealthy young woman, posting pictures of luxury items and amassing over 30,000 followers. The things in the photo—things I knew all too well—were borrowed from us in the dorm, including several of Lily's clothes and bags. Scrolling further, I found a screenshot of the time Scarlett had used my account to buy cards in a game. The comments were full of pra