Sapphic Erotica Lingerie Novels & Stories

his teasing question then threw the panties to the side. She pressed her thighs together remembering that her femininity was already exposed. Her face flushed as her hands also covered the part between her thighs. He laughed again then separated her thighs with his hands. "I didn't know that you're so well-trained in sustaining the "virgin" image in bed. I'm so impressed and very horny at the same time," he lost his smile when his hands turned to her hands to remove them from covering of her precious jewel. He removed her lingerie so that her most treasured jewel was completely exposed to him. She saw him bite his lower lip as he stared at it.

“But first, I’m going to slide my fingers inside your panties and play with them.” I swallowed, my mind feeling a bit dizzy from his touch that the only reply I could think of right now is. “Yes,” I Breathed out, my stomach quivering under his fingertip. He ran his fingertips along the scalloped line of my panties, which match the color, and along the sides of my bra. He knows without asking that this is probably the most daring lingerie, and despite how modest it is—there are no straps or mesh or cut-outs or any of the usual trimmings that makes women’s underthings into confections of fun—it makes the entire effect more delicious somehow, more sinful.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

But damn, he didn’t expect it to be Sakura and Darcy modeling the sexy pieces. As he gazed at her, he thought how exotic and desirable she was. Everything about her was perfection in that erotic outfit. Long legs in thigh-high stockings of white and pink with small beads and crystals lining the hems. Then there were those sexy panties that hugged intimately around her butt, showing just how shapely and firm she was. The waist of the panties, too, was lined with small beads and crystals. And then the bra. Fuck! Pink silk and white lace cupping those beautiful breasts in the most enticing way, thrusting the boobs upward, showing off the shape and soft flesh that made men want to weep with joy.

A naughty glint in her eye says she understood what I meant. “I think I know just what would be perfect” and takes me to a different section of the store. Rows and rows of the most seductive-looking lingerie greet me. Panties that are open at the crotch and pearls lining the opening in the crotch, bras with open cups that completely allow the boobs to hang out. Leather bras with open cups, sheer baby dolls, and many more. I am completely baffled by the collection and the various items that could be used to spice up the sex.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "Sassy's POV" I had always been the quiet one on the fourth floor. At twenty-seven, I worked remotely as a graphic designer. I kept my curtains tightly closed and preferred the glow of my monitor to actual human interaction.

Luca’s heated praise and filthy promises growing darker with every outfit. By the time they reached the exclusive lingerie boutique, the air between them was thick with tension. The saleswomen, sensing the charged atmosphere, showed them to the largest private suite and then discreetly disappeared. Sofia’s heart raced as she browsed the racks. She selected several pieces — deep emerald green lace, sheer black babydolls, a wine-red corset set that matched the dress he’d first taken off her. She started with the emerald set. When she stepped out, Luca’s eyes darkened to near black. The sheer lace bra pushed her full breasts up beautifully, the matching thong barely covering anything, with deli

“Put these on, sis. I want you looking like a proper slut in mum’s clothes.” Lillian blushed deeply but obeyed, slipping into the sheer lingerie. The black lace clung to her perky tits, her hard nipples clearly visible, and the crotchless panties framed her pink, freshly-fucked pussy perfectly. She looked so beautiful. I felt a rush of heat between my legs just by watching her. Adrian turned to me next, kissing me hard. “You stay naked, baby. I want easy access to that fertile little cunt.” He pushed us both onto the big bed. The sheets were cool and expensive-feeling. Adrian grabbed more ropes from the drawer he seemed to know about and some of his mum’s hidden toys: a thick vibrating dildo

Jax moved in immediately, taking over the job of holding my legs open, his thumbs stroking the sensitive inner skin of my thighs while Dante loomed over my rear. I watched, breathless, as Dante uncapped the bottle. The cool, viscous liquid hit my heated skin, and I shivered violently. He didn't just pour it; he massaged it into the tight, puckered entrance of my ass with an unholy eagerness. Then, he slowly pushed a finger inside. "Mmmpphh! Ah... Dante!" I arched my back, my hole immediately clenching in a desperate, tight grip around him. "Fuck, you're so reactive," Dante groaned, his voice a melodic mess of lust. "So tight. You were made for this, Ariel."

She is there. She lounges on the plush sofa, a vision that steals the air from his lungs. She wears a sheer camisole, a whisper-thin fabric that clings to her like a second skin. It's a dark, almost black, lace-trimmed thing, and it’s undeniably, breathtakingly transparent. Every curve, every shadow beneath the delicate material, is subtly revealed. No bra. No panties. The realization hits him like a physical blow, a sudden, jarring shock that reverberates through his entire body. He sees the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric, the darker shadow between her thighs, hinting at the absence of any barrier.