Open Legs Novels & Stories

“With one leg hooked over the back of the sofa?” Seriously? Why did everyone have a problem with the way I watch TV? “Am I supposed to have my legs closed all the time because I’m a woman? I can slouch as well as any man, thank you very much.” I wriggled slightly. “Believe me, babe. I have no problem with you having your legs wide open.” “Then stop complaining.” “I do, however, have a problem with the fact you’re not naked.” “Oh, I’m sorry. Be sure to text me next time you’re dressed so I can be naked and ready for you.” I rolled my eyes and swung my leg down so I could sit up.

I say closing my eyes, waiting for the shouting. "Oh, hell no, I am not letting some little boy fresh out of leather pants school, dictate where I'm going to go every day." Grandma says rising form her chair. She is sporting another of her famous moo moo's which she swears allows her to move around quicker. This one has a black and white zebra print design all over it.

I’m seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. “We’ll see,” he laughs huskily. “Lean back and open your legs.” His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. “Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream.” The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I’m burning in their flame.

So, so pale. One leg bent, his knee pointing directly to the sky as the other lay on Eldora in a half cross. My eyes traced his naked upper half slowly. His leather pants were hung so low on his hips that I could see a little pubic hair peeking out. His well-defined muscles that carved a perfect 'V' suddenly grew a dangerous urge to feel every curve and dip of his pecs under my fingers.

~SEREN~ I blink once, then twice. Did he just say… “An open marriage?” The words scrape against my throat like sand as they leave my mouth. Julian nods before pausing to stare at me like I’m a child struggling to understand something simple. “Ah, figures,” he mutters before continuing. “An open marriage is when—” “I know what a fucking open marriage is, Julian,” I snap. “My question is why?” “Well…” Julian starts toward me. His fingers reach for my hair, and I nearly recoil when a faint whiff of what I’m sure is Lila’s juice reaches me from his skin.

I tried to move to get out of the handcuffs, but to my surprise, my legs opened even more when I moved my feet. "It was a telescopic tube. Every time you move, it gets wider." "Oh my god, seriously?" I cannot believe it. I was wearing thin, short shorts, and I was sure my lower half would be displayed before him when my legs opened. Shame! "Obviously, I'm pretty possessive. I don't know how to share what's mine." "I don't get it. Why do you have to do this? Am I yours? Yes, we're married, but we know the truth, don't we? So I don't understand why you are doing...."

I'm seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. "We'll see," he laughs huskily. "Lean back and open your legs." His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. "Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream." The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I'm burning in their flame.

So light I almost miss it. I hold my breath. Another knock. Three taps, spaced apart, careful. I swing my legs out of bed before I decide to. My feet find the floor, and I cross the room in four steps, my hand hovering over the handle. The wood is cool under my palm. I open the door. Caleb stands in the hallway, backlit by the dim light from the living room. He's shirtless. Just sweatpants, low on his hips, the shadows carving out the lines of his chest, his stomach. His hair is messy, like he's been running his hands through it.

Callie The kitchen felt too big for just the two of us or maybe it was just that he was standing so still, leaning against the counter like he belonged there. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound between us. His eyes lifted to meet mine and just like that, a whole day of distance, the cold avoidance, the deliberate sidestepping, snapped I had told myself I wasn’t going to start this but standing here in the middle of the night, barefoot, wearing an oversized pajama top and nothing else but shorts he couldn’t see under the hem, I forgot that decision.

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.