Open Legs Novels & Stories

“Reclining. I want you open for the light… and for me.” The velvet chaise is wide and luxurious. I lie back, the fabric cool against my heated skin. Dad arranges me carefully— one arm draped above my head, the other resting along my side. He bends my left knee up, foot planted on the cushion, while my right leg stretches long. The position spreads me wide. My pussy is completely exposed, lips parting slightly in the open pose. I can feel cool air on my slick folds and the way my clit peeks out, already swollen.

"Just a little longer. Right now, I need you to spread your legs." I coughed, wondering if I heard him correctly. "You heard me," he clears up, and the knots in my stomach tighten. I play with the stitches on the inside hem of my skirt, slowly sliding my legs open, one touching the center console, the other the door. The ache in my stomach meets my thighs, warmth pooling in my core.

A low gasp escaped my lips when Lucas pulled me closer to him with his hands wrapped against my legs, then he bent and undid the straps of my heels removing them one by one. He kissed my toe up to my leg as his other hand slid up and down my left leg. Then he got to my knee and placed his hands firmly on it before looking at me. "Open your legs for me, baby," He said huskily as I felt another fluid in me leak out. I nodded while heaving deeply and spreading my legs open to some extent. "Wider baby," He muttered and I widened my legs that the side of my thigh and knees touched the bed. I was fully exposed to him and my eyes traced him till they met his eyes again.

Inѕtеаd, I look fоr lоngеr thаn I ѕhоuld. Her lеgѕ аrе tаnglеd іn thе sheets, exposing smooth, tаnnеd ѕkіn аnd muscle. Hеr сurvасеоuѕ wаіѕt is ассеntuаtеd bу a pair оf соttоn раntіеѕ thаt аrе bright whіtе аgаіnѕt thе flеѕh of her bеllу. It’ѕ thе ѕеxіеѕt fucking thіng I’vе еvеr seen.

I was so excited that I was afraid I was going to finish myself off. "I need some too," she said. She scooted towards the edge of her bed and then spread her legs even wider than before. She even used her hands to pull her knees wider. Now she was completely open to me, her legs spread so wide that her tight little asshole was exposed. It was a cute little bud, it fit perfectly with Michele's body and sort of reminded me of her lips, pouty and pink.

An uncomfortable pause of silence covered all kitchen and I pressed my head near the wall like it was a pillow. "He has just frozen. Did you saw his eyes, my lady? His apple of the eye whitened." She continued and tried to talk with that bitch who sat down on the table. "-Do you think it's epilepsy?" Nina asked why her one leg kept moving up and down which was on her other leg.

Stay strong. "You have Luxe and you guys are great together and we are great together. You know, we have an understanding - " I moved away from the chair and started to nervously play with my hands " and my understanding is that we are in an open-marriage. Meaning, you are able to explore connections with other women, but in a traditional open-relationship both parties are able to explore these connections." His demeanor began to change as I felt a shift in the air, I felt my nerves begin to spark. "What are you getting at Monroe?"

'' Williams murmured and took off his jacket as he moved uncontrollably in his seat. Gently, she placed her other hand on the pole and grabbed it with her two hands before wrapping her legs around the pole and arching her head downward. She clung to the pole, spread her legs widely, and made her legs spread in the air while her head was arched backward. ''Fuck!'' I groaned in anger when I saw the underneath of her panties as her legs were wide opened. There was no stain or mark on her lap. Her under thighs were clean and spotless, which made me groan and looked away.

“Lie back with your legs spread wide over the sides.” I obeyed, the padded bench cool against my heated skin. I draped my legs open, my feet planted on the floor, exposing my glistening folds completely to his view. The mirror across from us reflected everything — my flushed body that arched in offering and his towering form looming above me.

About what it looks like when two people who were both broken in specific and complicated ways decide to build something anyway, carefully and honestly and with full information, the way you build things when you cannot afford to get it wrong again. I am not scared. For the first time in longer than I can measure, I am not scared of any of it. I am awake and certain and completely open eyed. Eyes open. The way they should have always been.