Pantyhose Seduction Novels & Stories

The lingerie section. Her steps faltered, and she glanced at Adeline, who gave her an encouraging smile. Eros, however, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He began inspecting bras, panties, and other intimate items with the same cold precision he had applied to the dresses. “Eros,” Harper hissed, her face flaming. “What are you doing?” “Choosing,” he replied simply, holding up a lacy bra to examine it. “Choosing what?” she asked, horrified.

Her skirt was also so fitted that she could barely spread her thighs to walk or run. Before reaching the elevator, Dante slowed down to let Lily catch up. He wants to laugh, and the woman’s posture is broken. Seeing that Alexander was going to look at them, he quickly pretended. “Ms. Lily, you don’t seem to be used to walking in high heels; would you like me to buy you a pair of flat sandals?”

Then he stood at the foot of the table, reached between her legs, and parted her thighs with his hands. She gasped as the fabric of her gown was pushed higher, leaving her bare. “This part requires focus,” he said in a low voice. His fingers pressed against her slit through the thin barrier of her underwear. He stroked once, slow, deliberate, watching her reaction. Her hips twitched against the leather. “Already wet again,” he said. “You like being restrained.” “I don’t,” she whispered. “Yes,” he replied calmly, “you do.” He pulled the fabric aside and touched her directly. The smooth glide of the latex made her thighs tense. His fingers traced her folds with slow precision, mapping every in

Mateo’s penthouse was quiet, too quiet. The skyline outside stretched wide and glittering, a sea of lights like jewels scattered over black velvet. But instead of comfort, it brought him agitation. He sat before the wide glass, a tumbler of whiskey untouched on the low table, his fingers tapping impatient rhythms against the armrest.

The city sprawled beneath the Moretti estate like a constellation of gold, unaware of the storm brewing above in the penthouse. Isabella Voss leaned on the balcony, crimson gown brushing against the polished marble floor. Her pulse was rapid, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented images: the masquerade, the engagement gala, the masked intruders, the whispered threats. Every encounter, every betrayal, every shadow she had felt lurking in the corners of her life, led to this night.

He injected her with an amount that allowed her to by paralysed but aware of everything. He undressed himself and laid his clothes neatly on the end of the bed, while he waited for the sedative to kick in. He retrieved five scarves from her closet, he then proceeded to tie her to the bed so she couldn't move if the drug wore off early. Once she was secured to the bed he woke her up to gag her. As soon as the gag was in place he positioned himself above her. He made sure that she was fully aware of what was about to happen to her. Her fear was an aphrodisiac to him and this was one little pleasure he afforded himself. He ran his hand up her thigh to her stomach and then finally landing

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

He was sure if this continued, he would be having blue balls. He had restricted himself from having any sexual contact with any woman. He had succeeded . But now a little woman was wrecking havoc in his heart, in his body. He could feel the self control he prided himself with getting crumbled the more he stayed with that little seductress. To him, she needed do nothing. Her existence alone did the seduction. Stripping down to his boxers, he let the cold water flow down his body, cooling his heated body. After tonight, he figured out that it's either he hastens his plans or stay away from her, but can be do that?

Then Declan gave her a seductive laugh! "Shiit Margaux, you really turned me on," he said, looking at her from head to toe. She was only wearing a bra and pantyhose, but the young man couldn't take his gaze away from her. "Fucking sexy, babe," he said again, kissing her on the forehead, nose, ear, both cheeks, and finally on her lips. She was exhausted once more. Declan was now kissing her neck and lightly massaging her left breast. "D-Declan..."

Roxy's hand is gripping my breasts, her mouth, sucking them in slowly. Her tongue is now teasing them, twirling around the peak with circular motions. It is like I am being seduced, and I really don't want it to stop. My body jumps as screams escape my mouth at the sharp snap across my stomach, my pussy getting instantly wetter as the leather hits my skin. The glass starts to move, slowly in and out, as I continue moaning from the pleasure. It builds up speed, the crop hitting again, making me moan. All the different sensations drive me crazy; I want to touch and play; instead, I lay here while their seduction continues. My breathing is slow and relaxed. My mind feels free. There is nothing