Petticoated Stories Novels & Stories

They went through another door and arrived at the Red Room. Emma’s heart raced with both fear and excitement. She knew she would be back. Romero locked the door behind them. He wasted no time. He stripped off her blouse, revealing her boobs in a lacy black bra. Then he took off her skirt, leaving her in just her heels and soaked panties. “Get on the bench,” he commanded. Emma obeyed. Her body trembled with anticipation as he cuffed her wrists to the sides of the padded bench. He placed a blindfold over her eyes. Then she heard him strike a match.

Chapter 4: Bonds Unbroken The Venetian night wrapped the city in a cloak of shimmering lights and gentle canal whispers as I stood alone for a moment on the expansive terrace of the Rossi penthouse. The cool breeze carried the salty tang of the sea and the faint melody of a distant violin, but it did little to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. My body still sang from the relentless passion of the past days, every subtle ache and fading mark on my skin a testament to how deeply the three Rossi brothers had woven themselves into my life. The red gala gown from earlier lay crumpled inside like a shed skin of my old identity. Now, clad only in a sheer black silk robe that clung to m

This man is in no danger of being one of those too-appropriate men. His gaze doesn’t waver, his eyes on mine as he speaks. “I’d pull up that conservative little mom suit you’re wearing and yank your panties down your thighs—you are wearing panties, aren’t you? If you weren’t, well…” He makes a sound low in his throat, feral like an animal.

My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds. “So, thank you,” I finished, looking at Ace. “For letting me steal our story and make it into something bigger. For being the reason I finally believed I could finish one.” The room broke into applause. Someone yelled, “Marry him already!” and I laughed through tears, shaking my head. Ace caught my gaze, blushing furiously, but smiling widely. In that moment, surrounded by laughter, love, and cat-themed chaos, I realized this was it. My story, our story, wasn’t just on paper anymore. It was alive.

I was so worried about being caught that I had forgotten about our clothes, I had no alibi. I looked at her, she looked like she was about to cry and that was forcing me to stay strong for her. I stretched my hand out, using it to pat her head as I said, “ Dear dear! It would be fine.” She gulped, looked into my eyes and nodded. I asked, “ What are we wearing now?” She got up, walking to the closet as she tapped in a series of code as it chimed a thank you and popped open. I turned to the door, looking as she pulled out two clean habits. She gestured that I came over so I walked over, she handed the habit and undies to me.

Freya almost threw the envelope away. It was sitting on her desk when she came back from the printer, black and thick, no stamp, no name. Just her first initial written in sharp black ink. She turned it over twice before she opened it. Inside was a single card. An address. A time. One line underneath: *Wear the mask. Don’t use your real name.*

Why they were so interested in knowing what's inside the packet despite of knowing that it was their daughter-in-law's product. This activity made Anjana so furious that she lost her control on Amreet. The one question that she shoved on him was "On just one command you took out my night dress from the bag and revealed in front of your mom and dad. What if that bag consists some of my personal things? That time also you would have showed them without my permission? Why your mom dad is so interested in interrupting each and every matter and poking their nose without any useless reasons?

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

A man in formal attire was walking down an alley. He was not alone because beside him was walking a beautiful lady with shoulder-length hair. The lady’s delicate hand was perched on the man’s right arm as if to show a right of ownership. The link was only released when the man pressed a bell near a door. No need to press the bell repeatedly and also wait for a long time because the door opened from the inside immediately.

Dante answered, a smile on his face as he thought of Camilla. "that's exactly how I feel about Dracaryx, I don't know if it's the whole fated mate thingy? But i feel that way about him" Valerie replied. "Wow! We Russo's sure have funny love stories, I fell in love with the girl I bought from an auction, you fell in love with the man who captured you and tortured you. Geremia, you are our only hope for a normal love story" Dante told Geremia. "I will do my very best" Geremia replied.