Open Legs Novels & Stories

He was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.

“Wеll аѕ muсh аѕ I lоvе thеѕе, thеу hаvе tо go.” I lіftеd mу hips as the lасу thong wаѕ dragged lіghtlу dоwn mу lеgѕ. I lеt mу lеgѕ fаll open, аnd hіѕ еуеѕ widened tаkіng mе аll іn. “Sеrіоuѕlу, I’m аbоut tо blow.”

“Just like old times and hook up with hot men.” “Yes. I mean if Zephan can cheat so can I right?” I tucked my hair behind my hair, squinting my eyes as the light summer breeze hit my face. “Well, now that it’s an open marriage, it’s actually not cheating.” “Oh hush,” I waved off her comment. “It’s still the same thing.” Lennie rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.” Just then, Ethan came towards us with as many sticks and pebbles his hands could carry and Lennie started telling him something about dropping them and getting his hands dirty.

"I-I thought of a way to s-spice up our marriage." "That's great, tell me." I don't know why he is so nervous to say that. "Is it sex in the jacuzzi? There are two very old couple who has been there for hours, they might be sleeping or dead, but either way, we can make it work." I winked. "An open marriage." I paused, trying to understand his words. A what? "Are you drunk?" I raised my eyebrows sceptically at him. "Y-you know I do-don't drink." Is he for real right now?. I don't know where my nerd of a husband got that idea from.

In Delhi Aditya was dreaming of a girl wearing blue saree making him smile but the scene changes to a burning house and two dead bodies then a girl appears beside him wearing white frock. He opened his eyes and gets up from the bed then went to the window and stares at the moon, he reminisces some words ``We want or we don't want, we accept it or we deny it but our fates tie us together.' 'Anger and hatred can make people think that they won't be able to see the truth.'

My legs were wide open, my arms holding up my body and my breath came out short and quick as I sat on my knees and hands, waiting for my punishment. I listened to the sound of Elijah's footsteps as he circled me like prey, feeling his eyes on every inch of my exposed body. I have never felt so bare and open in my life, and it was all for his eyes to feast on. I heard him let out a purr, a sound so enthralling that I almost came from it.

“Then open your legs and show me.” My elbows can barely hold me up anymore from how much they’re shaking, how much my pussy is tingling from his words and the command in them. But I’m helpless in front of that dominance, so I remained on one elbow. I let my thighs fall open, exposing my vanilla colored panties. They’re lace and see-through and so soaked that another wave of heat covers my body when I realized he could see it. He could see my arousal and the stickiness.

It was telling my body what to do. My legs began to shake. Against my own mind, they started to move apart. I tried to fight it. I tried to clamp them shut but the pressure in my head was too strong. My legs opened just a little, then a little more. Until my feet were apart on the dirt floor. He smiled. It was a cruel smile. "Good," he said. "Now hold that position." He stepped back. His eyes were locked on my face, I was standing there with my legs open like a shameful thing. I could feel the cool air between my thighs, my face was hot with humiliation.

The right amount of nudity, to marry someone. I grin to myself as I get the dagger placed beside me. I raise my leg up on the desk creating a slit on the sides from my hip bone to the end of the fabric repeating the same on the other side. My long milky thighs, now exposed, the fabric falling between my legs. The right amount of nudity to rule. I smirk, as I raise my eyes to meet Max. His eyes are wide open, his lips turning up in appreciation, “And tell me why you dint do this before.”, he says.

Sаm ordered, lіghtlу tapping Grасеѕ ѕhоuldеr wіth hеr bаmbоо ѕwіtсh. Grасе gоt down on hеr knееѕ in front оf mе. I opened mу rоbе аnd took оff mу blасk ѕіlk briefs, mу manhood ѕtаndіng proudly at attention.