Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

The tunic's length, falling just above her navel, accentuated her petite and well-defined waistline. The skirt she had on, barely grazed the upper curve of her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on prominent display. The skirt, crafted from a lustrous fabric, seemed to shimmer under every beam of light. Its tight and abbreviated cut served as a testament to Brixlee's self-assuredness, defying societal norms with its provocative styling.

"If it's kids that you want, we can adapt. Get a surrogate." "That's not all Kris! I want loyalty. Your words mean nothing. I don't want your money or any of the fancy shit. You of all people should know that too." Chance glanced at Kristoff when he noticed a very attractive female jogging by, dressed in a sports bra and yoga pants. With her tits bouncing up and down. But Kristoff's eyes were elsewhere, struggling to not glance at the woman. Again Chance glanced at him at him when a group of female walked by, all dressed scantily but looking beautiful at the same time.

Refusing to argue with her, Kiran beckoned her over. Serena sauntered over to him, eager to let him whisper in her ear. She was wearing a matching sky-blue blouse and skirt, which accentuated her slim shoulders and waist and hugged her shapely legs. The hem of the skirt reached the middle of her thighs, offering a full, appealing view of her slender legs. The color of her skin was visible under her thin black stockings, which added to her allure. In her haste to enter the house, she had forgotten to change her shoes. The black stilettos on her feet pressed light marks into her stockings, making them look even more seductive.

he chuckled. Evie looked at him with a smirk. “Why? Are you too bad at dancing that you want to do with without anyone else seeing? You know I heard you’re a bit of a show off but right now, all I see is a little chicken who is scared of giving a girl what she deserves

Delicate spaghetti straps, adorned with tiny crystal beads that twinkled like morning dew, provided a touch of glitz without overwhelming the overall effect. From the bodice, the skirt flowed outwards in a cascade of soft folds, creating a whimsical A-line silhouette that accentuated her long legs. Layers upon layers of the gossamer-thin chiffon billowed around her with each step, creating a sense of ethereal lightness. A subtle slit, strategically placed at the side of the skirt, peeked out just enough to reveal a glimpse of toned leg and a flash of shimmering gold sandal as she walked

He began to chase down the man who was running down the road away from the fight when the carriage door flew open. A woman burst out and took off into the woods. Her blue skirts flew behind her, but she managed to flee despite that. Kelly didn't hesitate in his chase, simply switched his target. "Derulo, one's getting away!" he called over his shoulder as he took off after the woman into the dense forest. She was surprisingly fast for wearing a skirt and having her wrists bound behind her back. "Hey, wait!" he called after her. "We're not going to hurt you!"

I instructed with so much authority and all the attendant could do was now and nod like a freaking lizard. It felt so good to watch her shiver, because there was once a day I admired a dress from outside but she ended up humiliating me for looking staring at their “exquisite dresses” and she warned me never to stare at any of their collections because a pauper like me couldn’t afford it even if I worked nonstop for 10 years but guess who's getting something better now. “I’ll pay with my card.” I replied and she nodded hastily as she collected it with respect. It was so funny I almost burst into laughter as she shook like a leaf.

Mason shouted right behind me for them to catch me. Wearing a skirt, I had to lift it up to the middle of my shin, and that cost me precious seconds. However, my speed wasn’t enough and when I looked back, one man was just a few centimeters away from me. I felt his hands grab me before he threw my body against the hard, wet ground.

“Do you even love me at all?” Even if it's just for pretense, I won't mind! I fired at him. My voice pierced my own ears, shaking steadily with my body, Kade and Lisa's eyes focused on me full with shock. The shock that surprised me too. Kade’s eyes grew larger, each one begging for freedom an escape, as if my presence was the only target audience in sight. Suddenly, Lisa's hand rose to shift a hair strand, instead of falling back to where it belonged. It lingered in the midair confused. Her gaze caught the signal and obeyed, her gaze collapsing to the floor, the only place that offered her a temporary escape.

A foolish indulgence, I knew, but the urge for something different, something unpredictable, tugged at me. My skirt, a whisper of silk against my thighs, rode high with each confident stride. I felt its delicate fabric brush my skin, a soft tease against the chill air. The material, unforgiving in its brevity, offered easy access, a detail I rarely considered outside the confines of my own bedroom. Tonight, however, a prickle of awareness bloomed low in my belly.