Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

My breathy pants mingled with his as our lips moved with each other in sync. I wanted more. I wanted to do so much more with this man right here, but I couldn't help but wonder if someone would walk in and find us in the act. Yet, that gave me even more thrill. Catching us in the act was the last thing in my mind right now. Chase reached down and tugged at my slightly bloodied skirt, pushing it up so that it was all bunched up at my waist, splaying his palms on my thigh.

It added a touch of glamour and sophistication, creating an ethereal allure that made me feel like a princess in a fairy tale. The skirt, a symphony of layers and ruffles, billowed out in a voluminous cascade of satin and tulle. Each layer seemed to hold a story, a whisper of dreams and aspirations, as if they were woven into the very fabric itself. With every step, I would take down the aisle, the skirt would gracefully sway and dance, embodying the joy and excitement that filled my heart.

"Not soft, not easy, but like the needy woman I am. Can you handle that?" His eyes sparked with excitement at the challenge, and for a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far. But my doubts faded as he swiftly flipped me over the table. His warm hands deftly worked to unfasten my pants, and I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that surged through me with every touch. My pants were yanked down around my ankles, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. Chase's growl vibrated through me as he scolded, "I've told you before, a woman like you should be wearing skirts. So much easier to get to all the good stuff."

I loved the sounds she made as my hands slid down to her skirt. A tight pencil skirt. "Carter," she moaned as I began hiking it. "W-what are you doing?" I popped my mouth off of her nipple and said, "Why, seeing what sort of panties you have on, Ms. Kwon. Do they match your bra?" She whimpered as I drew her charcoal gray skirt up higher and higher, exposing more and more of her thighs. I loved the sight of her skin. I hiked it up and over her rump. She trembled as I did that, exposing the same sea-green cloth as her bra with white lace around the waistband.

Then, his large hands smoothed down my tight pencil skirt, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a tug at the bottom of my skirt, but it didn’t budge. Adamo let out a frustrated grunt, and I giggled. "Do you see all this wagon I’m dragging? This skirt is not going anywhere," I teased, glancing over my shoulder at him. The next thing I knew, he gripped the fabric firmly and yanked it in the opposite direction, making it slide up in one swift motion. A rush of cool air kissed my exposed legs and ass cheeks, and a wicked smirk played on his lips.

Chastity wasn’t crazy about the lower half of the ensemble. “My legs are going to freeze in this skirt,” Chastity complained. The skirt belonged to Chelsea. “No, you won’t. That’s why you’re wearing the thigh highs,” she said sweetly. “With a garter belt at that,” Chastity said ruefully. Normally, she wore full waist stockings – and a slip. But she didn’t have a slip short enough for the skirt. “Trust me. It will make you feel sexy.” “I thought these Louis Vuitton’s with the red bottoms I have on was supposed to do that.”

It sparkled as she moved, and hugged her slim torso. From her waist flowed a long chiffon skirt, which, similarly to mine, had a high slit. She flung her long leg out of the gap, and I let out a laugh. The back of the skirt draped elegantly across the floor, and I was gobsmacked. I’d expected greatness, but this had far surpassed my imagination. She held out her arm. I quickly tied up my heels and stood, taking her elbow. We took a few, wobbly steps to the doorway before I got used to the feeling, and then we marched down the hallway with great confidence, misled as it may have been.

The matching skirt rode low on my hips, a whisper of material that hugged the flare of my ass and thighs, ending just below the curve where it threatened to reveal the heat building between my legs. As I slid it on, the satin whispered against my skin, sending shivers straight to my core. I felt my pulse quicken, a flush of arousal warming my cheeks as I caught my reflection, curves on brazen display, every sway of my hips promising forbidden pleasures. Kara circled me slowly, her fingers brushing my waist to adjust the fit, tugging the skirt a fraction lower until it barely concealed the lace of my thong peeking out. Her touch lingered, professional yet electric, and she hummed low in her t

“The skirt you are wearing looks stunning.” -The skirt pooled about her like a cascading waterfall, chiffon layering sumptuously. The halterneck top revealed her smooth shoulders and accentuated her neck, which would have made her appear soft as a wisp if not for the detail in leather crisscrossed under her small breasts and cinching her waist. A touch of strength, just enough to give this princess the presence of a warrior.- “My movie is playing.” Winter is grinning like a kid getting a candy bar.

Blake POV I hear the heels and turn to see her walking towards us. Groaning, I turn away from her, and Jax laughs. She didn't buy that when we went shopping. "We will talk on the way, Princess," Chase mutters. He's back to being grumpy, as always. Standing, I follow them out. My eyes look across her body. She's wearing a leather corset and skirt. Her thighs are perfectly on show, and I swear it's just like temptation—a constant temptation to touch her.