Lita Thong Novels & Stories

“Put these on. They will be comfortable.” To say Thalia was unimpressed was an understatement but, with a huff, she took the clothing and quickly changed, slipping on the trainers that the stern blonde had given her. She barely had time to finish pulling the light grey cardigan over the long-sleeved tee before Ms Thorton was ushering her out of the room.

Elara Wang stood before the tall, silvery mirror in her cramped bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The sheer white gown clung to her voluptuous body like liquid silk, completely see-through under the dim light. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, dark pink nipples stiff and clearly visible, begging for attention. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy except for the tiny black thong that was already damp with her nervousness and forbidden arousal.

Lita grabbed my arm and started pulling me along, out of the walk. "Have a great day, Kathrina," sheriff John shouted after me. "You too, Sheriff," I said as Lita started running ahead of me. "Hey, what's really up with this all-exposing outfit?" I asked her, running up to her. "I just want to look good out here," she said, putting on the earbud. She stopped as she ran her hands inside her short pockets. "Arrgh! I forgot my phone," she groaned. "Woo, I could clearly see the color of your thong," I said, unintentionally ignoring what she had just said.

Exactly what I wanted… I instructed the maids to make Lingerie Set with High Waist Lace Garter Belt and a Sheer Crotch Thong. This set comes with a matching bra, and I can already picture her in my head wearing only the thong and bra set. If she is trying to get me to leave her alone, I must say that she is failing miserably. How on earth can I stop thinking about her when she is looking so sexy, even in her business attire? It’s just so frustrating!

She typed a quick comment: “Trust me… he’s even better in real life than you can imagine 🔥” She locked her phone and exhaled shakily, thighs pressing together again. The next afternoon, after classes, Lila found herself inside a lingerie boutique. She browsed slowly, fingers trailing over delicate lace and sheer fabrics. Her cheeks flushed the entire time at the thought of Kai's reaction mixed with subtle doubt. What if he changes his mind and backs out? What if we get busted? Or he cancels?Her mind spiralled, still she couldn’t stop. She picked out a stunning red lace set: a bra that would barely contain her breasts, a matching thong that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a sheer

Lila remembered this hallway; it was not as long as this woman was making it feel, and Holt? "Holt? As much as I remember, Gavin does not have a sister or any family, so who are you?" "Wait, you think I'm Gavin's boo sister?" The woman said, and now she was standing before her. Lila's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her; this woman was literally bikini, her breast hanging out every corner of the bra as it was obviously too small for her. She stood with heel sandals strapped around her legs. 'Why would anyone in their right sense dress like this at home?!' Lila thought to herself, Why would she be dressed like this at home?

She had enjoyed the last three boys who had enthusiastically fucked her, but now she was ready for a man. Sabrina slid the thong down her shapely thighs and she grinned. The skimpy little white bikini was next. She struggled to get her big boobs into the tiny triangles of cloth, and even then her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. The bikini bottoms were essentially the same as the thong, only they had little spaghetti straps on the sides which tied into bows. It took a couple of tries to get them tied securely and the tiny piece of material kept trying to slide down while she was doing it.

Something regal. I selected a black fitted dress—elegant, powerful, lined with silver threading that curled down the sleeves like ancient runes. The high collar framed my neck like a crown. I fastened a belt of polished obsidian around my waist and pinned my Luna crest—soon to be obsolete—just over my heart.

“You’re wearing it to the beach party. No excuses.” ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ At the crowded beach party later, music thumped and people danced under the sun. Lila wore a tiny bikini, her tattoos and toned body on full display. The vibrator suddenly buzzed to life on a low setting. “Damon,” she whispered urgently, grabbing his arm. “It’s… fuck… it’s buzzing right against my spot, please turn it off.”

She appeared to be very severe, almost angry, but her body was so lush, voluptuous, and welcoming, desperate to be touched, begging to be touched by whatever lucky man she allowed to touch her. And, oh by the way, I forgot to mention both of these girls were wearing thongs that matched their tops. How did I know this? Both girls were rocking some serious whale-tails. Their thongs were pulled up so high that I thought it must be uncomfortable. The shorter girl's stretchy, hot-pink thong-straps nearly met her top, and the taller woman's thong was simply made of string and fancier than her friend's, the triangle part in the back made of separate strings.