Skel Suit Novels & Stories

I am going to skin Nina alive. The outfit is a joke. It is a single-piece body suit that covers absolutely nothing. Two thin shoulder straps run down the sides of my neck, framing the outer curves of my breasts before meeting in a tight horizontal band directly beneath them. My nipples are completely exposed to the cool air. From that centre band, four micro-strings stretch down my ribs, connecting to a tiny V-shaped string at my pelvis. It passes between my thighs, disappearing into a single strand that rests between my cheeks. My front and back are entirely bare. I am fully naked, save for a framework of black elastic that highlights every inch of my skin.

With every step she took forward, her accentuated chest was trying to rip the skin-tight breastplate of her temperature resistant synthetic fiber of her suit. With her skin-hugging kevlar, ‌every curve of her body was out for display. Her tanned skin and trimmed build were almost similar to that of a beefy amazonian. The woman in front was holding a black broad-sword that contained a muffled urge to kill. A huge empty scabbard stuck to her back.

Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"