Sapphic Erotica Lingerie Novels & Stories

She threw him a wicked grin over her shoulder. “The lingerie department.” “Oh….” Mason scratched the back of his neck as he followed into the scintillating displays and rows of lacy negligees, gossamer-thin babydolls, peek-a-boo bodysuits, and so forth. Sonia plucked a daring teddy from a nearby rack and held it up for his inspection. The red lace left virtually nothing to the imagination. She purred silkily. “Don't you think your delectable wife would look simply ravishing in this one?”

He lifted my skirt and took his fingers to my inner thighs. Artemis came out from the kitchen. “Ew!” he said and picked up his bag. “I have to wash my eyes with bleach now.” Saying that he turned and walked out of the door, banging the door closed. I giggled but soon my giggle turned into groans, as Apollo pushed aside my thong and shoved his finger inside me. Yes, he had ordered a dozen of those risqué lingerie in every color, each being more scandalous than the last. I was wearing a yellow one today.

“Come for me like the filthy whore you are. Right here. With everyone two rooms away arguing over movie snacks.” The orgasm hit hard and sudden. My cunt clenched around his fingers, a broken sound trapped behind my teeth as I came, thighs locking, more slick spilling over his hand. He kept working me through it, mouth at my neck, until the tremors eased. When he finally pulled his fingers free he wiped them slowly on the inside of my thigh, spreading my own wetness like a mark. “Go back first,” he said, almost gently. “Fix your dress. Smile. Act normal. I’ll wait a minute.”

Even though I wanted us to spice it up a bit, especially after reading those erotic novels, I never brought it up because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel like he wasn’t enough. Even if he wasn’t. With Damien, it was completely different. He knew the right things to do without me telling him. And he always fucked me like my body was made only for him. Just how I liked it. I fixed my hair and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Calling this a lingerie was being generous. The top was made of two tiny strips of shiny red fabric that barely covered my nipples, leaving the sides and bottom of my breasts completely bare. The bottoms were a micro-thong that sat high on my hips

She thrusted her rounded hips in the air, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she ran her palm through her tits, brushing against her nipples. She crawled on all-fours and twerked slowly and seductively, her ass bouncing underneath the red lace lingerie that adorned her creamy c-cup tits. On the screen on the laptop in front of her, messages poured in relentlessly along with gifts, each message followed by another: "Fuck, you are so fucking sexy." "Please let me fuck that pussy, I will make it good." "I've got a fat cock, baby. I'm gonna make you suck my cock until your throat is stuffed full of my cum."

@sexytems is online. The lingerie I’d chosen tonight was barely there,a delicate black lace bralette that framed my nipples like a teasing promise, the fabric so sheer it hid nothing and everything at once. My G-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, and the tall black socks hugged my thighs, ending just below the curve where my legs met my hips. The heels made my calves tight, my posture arched. I felt powerful. Filthy. Alive. “Hey, babies,” I purred, letting my voice drop into that low, honeyed tone my subscribers craved. My fingers trailed slowly down my stomach, nails grazing skin. “Missed you. Been thinking about all the dirty things I want to do for you tonight.”

I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them. “I would love to suck these nipples.” He said, nibbling on my ears which sent a shiver down my spine. My clits throbbed, my hearth began pounding and my breath became slow and uneven. He looked at me and smiled, his tongue licked my breasts and his teeth grazed my nipple. He sucked them like a baby, using his hand to pinch the other as he sucked one. I became wet, closed my legs tight. “Don’t fight it” he said with a low seductive voice. I opened my legs slowly and he traced his finger down to my wet dripping pussy, shifted my panties and touched it, then brought his finger out. He put it in my mouth “

The pressure inside me sharpened. "Lila..." "I know," she murmured against my skin. "Let go." The orgasm rolled through me in strong waves. My walls clenched around her fingers and a broken moan left my throat. She worked me through every pulse, slowing only when I went limp beneath her. We stayed like that for a while, her weight warm on top of me, both of us breathing hard. Then she shifted and reached for the small bag she'd left on the side table the night before. From it she pulled a slim, curved vibrator.

I'm sure he's attracted to me, so why is he taking his time? None of them showed up that night. However, tonight, I only have Stefano on my mind. The earlier I sway him the better for me. He's the eldest and the strongest, his words rule. I opened the wardrobe and looked through the collection of Victoria Secret lingerie there. After taking time to check the best one, I finally settled for the sluttiest of them all. A red satin lingerie with a slit way past the thigh. It has a spaghetti strap and cross bars at the back. Being a v-neck line, it exposed my cleavages beyond reason.

Fingers trembling slightly, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay a pair of sleek black panties, the fabric smooth and lacy at the edges, but what made her cheeks heat was the small, discreet vibrator embedded right at the crotch, its shape molded perfectly to press against her most sensitive spots. The device was matte black, seamless, designed to hum against her clit and slip just inside her entrance if positioned right. Aurelia's breath caught, her body responding traitorously, a rush of warmth pooling between her thighs despite the cool breeze drifting through the cracked window. She could picture Ronan's smirk, his commanding voice in her mind, urging her to obey. The tho