Lingerie Stories Novels & Stories

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

I opened my mouth warning to end it, to tell him that someone could see but I was too turned on. His hands brushed the lace of my thong and I held onto his shirt trying my best not to draw any attention. My breathing grew heavy and just when I thought it was going to get worse, he withdrew his hands. "You want me that bad?" Lian asked me, his brown eyes looking like black holes under the blue lights. Unable to speak I nodded, trying my best to ignore every urge to grind myself against him. “Go to the bathroom,” he whispered, voice dripping with lust. “Take off your panties. Finger that wet little pussy until your fingers are soaked. Then come back and show me.”

I didn't find their house anyway so the point was moot. I spent the weekend reading lesbian BDSM stories and watching lesbian BDSM videos trying to figure out what I would really enjoy. After my experience with Tiffany and Heather I lost focus on guys. My masturbation fantasies were definitely taking a darker turn so I also ordered some new toys online. I bought two new dildos with suction cup bases, a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop (no cane at least not yet) and a Hitachi wand and belt. I felt a little weird about ordering through A****n because I didn't want the items showing up on my list of products, so I made a fake g***l account. That was good for watching videos and reading stories

Or rather Vince was going to be the one fucking me from the sounds of it. Breakfast was accompanied by a gift, a black box tied with a black bow. I opened it to find beautiful lacy lingerie, also black. “For tonight.” Graham said. “I want everything to be perfect for you.” I excitedly jumped out of bed and stripped out of my silk nightie so I could try on the lingerie set. The bra perfectly lifted and cupped my big, perky breasts with silky straps that connected to the tiny, crotchless panties. A thin strip of fabric rested on either side of my lips leaving my pussy exposed. The set was paired with garter belts and thin black stockings.

“I just… I heard somewhere that if you touch it, it… does this thing. Like magic or something. I wanted to see if it’s true.” It sounded ridiculous the second it left my lips. Something I’d overheard from giggling friends or read in a stupid online thread late at night. I hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. Ryder’s brow lifted slowly. He let his hand drop away from the towel. “Who told you that?” he asked. “It’s something I heard.” “Are you probably a virgin, Lila?” I swallowed hard again. “I am not,” I lied.

Her lovely round tan ass looked spectacular framed by the tan garter belt hold up her tan nylon stockings with the seam all the way up the back. “Now it’s your turn, lover,” Lilly growled in a seductive tone as she turned to face me. My heart palpitated when she called me lover. My dick was drooling precum as she wiggled her shoulders to allow her blouse and bra to fall off to the floor. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I moaned while she pulled my pull over sweater off over my head.

Shannon, who saw the surprised look on Claire's face, smiled. “The model is like that, ma'am. It's called a lingeri dress. And the panties are deliberately left with holes in them to make it easier for my husband to fight,” Shannon replied. When Claire heard that, her brain immediately started traveling. She imagined how she would wear the lingeri in front of Alex and he would stare at her with a passionate gaze. But then, Claire immediately shook her head. Trying to dismiss all her insane thoughts.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

I came so hard my legs shook. More packages followed. Each one more personal. A luxurious suction toy. Silk blindfolds. A custom dildo that felt disturbingly realistic. The notes grew bolder: "I stroke my cock every night watching you moan in your movies." "I wonder how loud you’d scream if I fucked you the way you deserve." "Your fiancé doesn’t know how lucky he is… or how badly you need to be ruined." Then tonight’s package arrived. I was alone in my penthouse after a long day of meetings and fittings, wearing nothing but a silk robe. When I opened the black box, my breath caught in my throat.

I hoped he could see how I moved for him, how I was preparing myself like a gift, how my body was aching for his rough hands. I went to my closet and pulled out the brand new lingerie I had bought just for tonight. It was very slutty and sexy — a sheer black babydoll that was almost completely see-through, with delicate lace that barely covered my nipples and a tiny matching thong that disappeared between my ass cheeks. I slipped it on, adjusting the straps so my breasts looked full and inviting. The fabric was so thin it left almost nothing to the imagination. I knew without a doubt that if my rapist saw me like this, he would be so turned on he would tear it off my body because he would be