Pantyhose Seduction Novels & Stories

Simon knelt on the bed behind her, and flicked up her miniskirt to expose her peachy ass. He caressed her buttocks, feeling her shivering at his touch. Simon decided he would leave her miniskirt and suspenders on while he fucked her -- he loved the way she looked with her smooth thighs strapped into those suspenders, and her skirt pulled up to her waist. So he took her tiny, frilly panties in his hands, and pulled them down. Sophie shivered harder as Simon pulled away her panties, revealing her closely trimmed, pink, quivering pussy. He positioned himself behind her, took her thighs in his hands, and let the head of his hard cock brush against her pussy lips. Sophie whimpered with fearful lo

This was the edge she had been dancing toward for weeks, the culmination of every touch, every look, every micro-moment of tension. Julian’s hands moved deliberately, sliding around her waist, just brushing, just enough to let her feel his control without claiming it outright. Her fingers twitched instinctively, pressing lightly against his forearms, signaling resistance and surrender simultaneously. “You’ve played your hand well,” he whispered. “But now… the game changes.”

Goosebumps rose across her skin. “Andrew,” she gasped, her fingers slipping into my hair. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, voice thick with need. “I’ve got you, Elena.” My hands moved with practiced ease, pulling the lace panties from her waist. She unbuckled my belt and slid the trouser down, revealing my hard erection that stood from beneath my boxers. I pulled the trousers off my legs and tossed it aside. I spread her legs and when I finally entered her, she cried out softly, her back arching as I filled her completely. I stilled for a moment, my forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust.

“Could you just open the door so I can leave? I don’t want to see you naked. That’s sexual harassment.” “That’s rich coming from someone standing in only her panties and bra,” he fired back. In my rush to leave, I’d completely forgotten that I was holding my clothes instead of wearing them. I hastily put them on, but while buttoning my shirt, I noticed a diamond ring gleaming on my finger. A scream tore from my throat as I tried to pull it off. “Why is this with me? Don’t tell me I stole it while drunk!” I felt his presence behind me before I turned. And no, he wasn’t intimidating because of his size. It was his beauty that scared me. The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I felt drawn

I wanted this to work because I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him going into someone else’s arms for his needs. Then he dropped the book in front of me. I must say it was the height of seduction — the bare man in lace panties… lace panties. I’ve always wanted to try those, to see how they’d look on me. And the way he was tied up like a willing sacrifice. What could beat that? Is this the submission he wants? Where he can freely manipulate and take charge of my body like he did that night? My thighs clenched together on their own and I could hardly control my breathing.

Seduction: entice (someone) to do or believe something that is sexual Sophia’s POV I opened my eyes slowly, trying to take in my surroundings, find out where I was and then I realized I was on my bed, I mean my bed, in Henry’s mansion. As I was about to lift up my hand, it hit something and when I touched it, it was soft. I ran my hand through it to realize it was hair. Suddenly, I heard two claps and the light came on.

Unfortunately there aren't, so I only bring with me one bottle of sparkling wine, recognizable by the always more elaborate labels. “Close your eyes and allow your body to relax to the floor…”, I ordered, gluing his body back against a wall. Then my free hand trailed behind as Jean's back slid in favor of the hard, smooth surface. His arrival on the floor was communicated to me by his hands caressing my ankles, climbing up my legs until they met in the middle of them my completely unsuspecting intimate, with nothing to bar his daring fingers. Her silence is synonymous with astonishment, and I am the one to break it with a provocation. “ Have you never seen a woman without panties?”

She giggled, and shrugs out of the robe she wore. Wayne roam his eyes over her nude self, from the soft fleshy swell of her breasts, to the skin of her tummy. He reached for her lacy panties and slips it out of her raised legs. She's damn beautiful. He lets out a ragged cuss as he cups her left bøob, circling her tit with his thumb pad. Selene clenches her teeth as he groans. He clasp his mouth on her exposed n¡pple and sucked on it, hardly.

I whisper into the empty space, obeying his command instantly as the cold air of the penthouse presses hungrily against my bare arms, my leaking nipples, and my throbbing clitoris. Sincerely, I believe the sheer anticipation alone is enough to make me wet. "Look to your right. Put on the hosiery." My heart rate peaks violently, a heavy pulse drumming in my ears as I lower myself toward the console table. As expected, a brand-new pair of crimson lace hosiery is waiting for me, but that isn't all. Resting beside the silk fabric is a terrifying array of weighted nipple and clitoris clamps, a heavy steel butt plug, and a midnight-black satin scarf. I slide the crimson hosiery up my thick thighs,

“Feel free to get out of that gown. It looks uncomfortable. I’m going to slip into a robe.” She inclined her head, standing still until he disappeared into his room. Slowly, she walked down the hall to the guestroom, letting herself in. When the door closed, she leaned against it, heart racing and hands trembling as she fumbled with the zipper. Her nerves sang, and she knew he was going to try to seduce her. Not that she needed much persuasion. Lanie shed the dress as fast as she could, along with the sandals Feeling wicked, she left on the garter and stockings, but removed the bikini panties and didn’t bother with a bra.