Pantsed Novels & Stories

"They're yoga pants, Sis. They are supposed to look like someone painted them on you." "Then never mind." Sicily ripped them from the middle of her thighs where they were stuck and tossed them across the room. She sat up and let out a long sigh. "Do you think men say things that hint around what they really mean?" "Um, yeah, you're going to have to reword that and say it again." Lisa laughed and walked to where the pants were crumpled on the floor, picking them up and stopping in front of the bed as she rolled one of the legs up tight. "Give me your foot. I'll show you the art to these."

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

“Rot under varnish.” They teased it up, and it came away in one satisfying unmasking—false strength yielded to true weakness that could actually be mended. That piece took their power cleanly, gratefully, like a hinge drinking oil. The rent drew itself together another inch. Then the third crossing arrived—the one the visions had not dared to name.

Steve was one of my nightmares. He loosened his belt, glanced around, and flipped my skirt open. My panties were made of pink lace. With his finger, he shifted my pants and brought out his huge cock. My body trembled as I watched his balls from under my spread thighs as I bent. “Please don’t do this, Steve!” I begged one last time, tears hanging in my eyes.

"Sweatpants are an inefficiency. They breed a mindset of stagnation." I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to summon my usual bright, sarcastic shield to mask the intense awkwardness vibrating through my veins. "Right. God forbid a human being experiences comfort. By the way... about last night. I was a bit... overwhelmed. So, thanks. For not letting me get murdered by a guy with a wire cutter." "You're welcome," Peter said, his voice smooth, cold, and entirely devoid of any acknowledgment of the fact that I had practically melted into his skin twelve hours ago. "There is espresso in the machine. Food is in the refrigerator. Eat. We have a scheduling conflict to resolve."

Your wife's at home having a baby and you're out globetrotting. [Seriously, what was the excuse this time?] Jasper had replied underneath: [I told her a once-in-77-years planetary alignment opened a time portal and I got sucked through.] [Man, only you could come up with something like that. Aren't you worried she'll lose it?] [She's put up with it for three years. This time's no different. She'll be at home waiting for me like she always is.] Three years of patience and forgiveness, and all of it had become a running joke between him and his friends.

Fear raced through every nerve in her body as he gave a cold, chilling laughter. Then before she knew it, she lay on the floor with her hands over her head while he sat on top of her. He reached for the zip of her jeans pants while she struggled to get him off her. But, she was like an ant trying to fight off an elephant. As he succeeded in unzipping her pants and taking them off, Jade closed her eyes, waiting and hoping for death to take her away. Forever.

After trying different outfits, I settled for my puma classics black and pink tracksuit with black and white vans. Nadine tried taking permission from the boss man so that she could leave early and join me in going to see Jam Timi but unfortunately for her, and fortunately for me he refused to let her leave early. Not that I didn’t want Nadine to come along but It was my first meeting and I was trying to get him to agree to an interview with me and not piss him off. I’m not trying to say taking Nadine will piss him off but I know my Girl and she easily gets offended. I was just trying to avoid a situation where things will go beyond my control and then I end up missing my opportunity to writ