Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

Blurb Elle has always been the tough girl next to her best friend Roseanne, the sweet one with perfect curves that make heads turn. In their last year of high school, Elle helps Roseanne take nude photos for her boyfriend Jake, but seeing Roseanne's bare tits sparks a fire in Elle that she can't put out. Her flag turns rainbow, and her mind fills with filthy dreams of pinning Roseanne down, tasting her wet folds, and making her scream in pleasure. But Jake stands in the way, a rich jerk who cheats and hurts Roseanne. Elle blackmails him to break up, but that just starts a chain of dark events. Roseanne, heartbroken, leans on Elle for comfort, leading to stolen kisses and heated touches that cross lines. Elle's obsession grows, turning her into a hunter who watches Roseanne sleep, steals her panties, and plans ways to own her fully.

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

He fucked her so deep she forgot everything–her name, her job, the fact that he was her student and the fact that Melvin was somewhere in this city looking for her with seven years of rage in his chest but none of it mattered when Elroy had her like this. Elroy Vans is twenty three and rich. He does not ask, he takes, bends her over, pulls her hair, fucks her until she is sobbing, cumming, scratching his back bloody and begging for more. She is his professor who soaks through her panties grading his papers Now she cannot think straight or sleep or stop crawling back to his bed like she has no sense left in her body. Melvin is close and angry but she is too busy cumming to care. How do you choose between the man destroying you and the one who fucks you like he wants to save you even if it's forbidden?

IT WAS late afternoon when Andy began to pick up the clothes she had hung up this morning, but she stopped what she was doing when she heard shouts and footsteps outside their backyard as if those people are in a hurry. So she peeked through the hole in their wall that is already brittle. But to her surprised, someone suddenly jumped out from the outside and entered their yard-- a man wearing a black hoody jacket. "W-who are you?!" Andy managed to ask, so the man turned slightly to her which caused her to see the man’s face. "Shit," that's all the man said and ran away... carrying her... "Hey, shit! My panties, give them back to me!" Andy shouted but he didn’t look at her again. Her panty which was hung outside was taken by a stranger. And now, the question running to Andy’s mind is… ‘Who’s that guy who stole my panty?’

A seductive boss and his maid…… Note: This book contains a lot of steamy scenes….. "What can I help you with, sir?" Quinn asked, trying very hard to make her voice sound steady. "Your sexy body," he replied. She couldn't believe that he had just said such a thing. "Sir Henry, how could you say such a thing to me?" She asked, with innocence. "You act too innocent Quinn. I'm glad I wasn't deceived by your innocent face, if not I wouldn't have gotten to feel how good you are in bed." (Indeed he was a shameless Boss) When a billionaire falls for his maid, what lengths must he go through, in order to make her his??? Using dubious means to get into her panties, does that make him the antagonist or the protagonist???? Read this interesting boss/maid affair story to find out more …..

!!WARNING!! This series will wreck your panties and your soul; no safe words, no apologies. Expect a possessed woman being exorcised: spiritually and physically by the priest’s dick to a high school famous ball player, ramming his hard c*ck into his best friend’s mother's soaked c^nt to lesbians cheating on one another for the same throbbing, cum-slicked monster cock and many more. This collection would be filled with some of the craziest affairs known to be taboos to healthy people but a normal way of life to sex starved CEO’s, doctors, divorced women and others. If “please, Daddy, harder” makes you clutch your pearls… slam this shut and run. But if the idea of being taken, marked, and filled until you can’t think straight has you throbbing already…flip the page, slut. You’ve been warned. Grab your sex toys ladies Cause author Xena is coming with the heat. kisses.

During a game of Truth or Dare at a gathering with friends, my girlfriend, Bridget Ellison, loses. Her punishment is to buy coffee for everyone. Half an hour later, she returns carrying more than a dozen bags and starts handing out drinks with a smile. "Francis, you've been pulling all-nighters for two days straight. Here's your iced long black." "Daryl, you like java chip frappe with extra mocha sauce, right?" "And here's yours. Lemon black tea, no ice. You've ordered it hundreds of times." One by one, everyone gets their drink. By the time she reaches me, only an empty bag remains. Everyone at the table freezes. "Where's Aiden's drink?" She pushes her peach frappe toward me and says, "I forgot. He can just share mine." A friend immediately groans and complains, "It's the same every gathering. If you two want to show off how loving you are, can you at least come up with a new routine?" Everyone around us laughs and teases us, but I can't bring myself to even take a sip of the drink. I'm the only one who knows the truth. The display of affection is an act. In reality, she has truly forgotten to buy me a drink. After four years together, Bridget still can't remember that I'm allergic to peaches. I set the peach frappe back on the table. I've spent four years settling for less. Now, it's time for me to leave.

“I hate you so much but I still want you so bad,” he growled, his arm pulling closer into him. I wanted to push him away, I badly wanted to slap him hard on the face of his but the wetness between my legs, my hard nipples, my wolf, my lips… every single fucking part of me wanted him.

My husband, Commander Jonathan Shelby, was leaving for the military. During his farewell dinner, our neighbor, Mrs. Murphy spoke with glee, as if she was gloating at somebody else’s misfortune. “You’re truly a magnanimous woman. Commander Shelby gave his military spouse quota to Anna instead of you, and you’re still sending him off!” I found her statement ridiculous. “Impossible. My husband hates pulling strings. In the past, he also had a quota on hand. Instead of giving it to me, he gave it to an educated young man so that he could return to his city.” Mrs. Murphy only grew more animated. “I saw the approval report with my own eyes. Under the column of Commander Shelby’s family member, the name ‘Anna Stewart’ was written on it. “Commander Shelby has been supporting two households for a long time. Weren’t you aware of it?” I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. I turned to look at my parents and Jonathan. Guilt was written all over their faces. My parents took my hand. “Anna is a widow. Being a widow alone has already spoiled her reputation. If she remains in the village, they’d judge her for the rest of her life. “Nancy, you’re Jonathan’s legal wife. You need to help her out.” At that moment, my heart ached as if someone had sliced it piece by piece. Fine. I would be as magnanimous as they wanted me to be. I would personally give Jonathan to his widowed sister-in-law.

Zara grew up in a remote village, believing she was just a poor girl with a hardworking mother and a dream to become a lawyer. She never knew that her father was the founder of Falcon Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar empire, or that he died under mysterious circumstances when she was only two. For sixteen years, her mother has lived in a shadow of terror, hiding in poverty because of a deadly threat from Zara’s "kind" Uncle Rahim: “If you ever tell her the truth, she won’t live to see her eighteenth birthday.” Now, Zara has finally made it to the city for higher education, supported by the very man who stole her legacy. But when Uncle Rahim cruelly cuts off her tuition, Zara is forced to take a job as a waitress at the city’s most elite restaurant to survive. Aryan Knight is the youngest, most ruthless CEO in the country—cold, powerful, and bored of the greedy women in his world. When he sees Zara being humiliated by an arrogant socialite at his dinner table, something in his frozen heart stirs. He doesn't just see a waitress; he sees a girl with the eyes of a lioness. A fated encounter leads Zara to save Aryan’s beloved grandmother, pulling her into the inner circle of the Knight family. As Aryan falls for the innocent girl from the village, he begins to uncover the dark secrets of her past. Can Aryan protect the girl he loves from her own blood? Or will the truth about the stolen empire lead to a deadly confrontation?