Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

A startled deer bolted across my path and I gave chase, momentarily forgetting about Skye on my back. She swerved around trees and jumped fallen logs, nimble legs drumming pointed hooves into the dirt as she fled, but I was hot on her heels chasing the uplifted white flag of her tail.

I hope this will work. I remember Simon's promise when he married me. He promised to love and cherish me, but these days he barely looked at me. Simon will finally see me. He'll touch me tonight. Below, is a low flowing white skirt that’s slit high up both thighs, attached to a tiny lace thong. The skirt is so transparent it hides almost nothing, especially when I move. It reveals the curve of my hips, the lace tops of thigh-high stockings and the soft, shadowed swell of my bare pussy lips pressing against the lace.

Dhruv Singhania POV "Fuck me, right here in the library," she whispered. "Are you crazy??? Here???" I loved the sound of that, but that was grounds for expulsion if we got caught. Although, Chloe was a stone-cold fox, and saying 'no' to her was not an option. She was wearing a skirt and she lifted it, showing her panties. She had on her dark green panties, and that pair always got my motor going. I couldn't resist her to save my life. She held her skirt with one hand, and slowly pushed down her panties with the other.

rt was too short, and my p@nties was already dripping It was a white p@nty which made the wetness way more visible It was going to be hard for her to svvck my c00chie as my skirt was really tight and short I stood up; she was in a kneeling position, and her head was Just above my crotch area a little. The skirt I wore was having something that looked like a buckle at the left side of it She found the buckle and unbuckled it. Even after unbuckling it, the skirt was still hanging firmly to my skin due to how tight it was. I could see the hunger in her eyes as she grabbed my skirt and started forcing it down my hips She pulled it down until it formed a pool on the floor around my legs. I quick

White stockings stretch up to her thighs, leaving just enough skin between them and the hem of her tiny red, black and white plaid skirt. There’s still some space between them as they start dancing. Piper is facing Adam the entire time, not allowing him anywhere near her ass like a lot of the girls in here pressed against guys that have no problem groping them. It’s the only reason I don’t push through the rest of the people in my way and rip her from his hands. Well, that and the fact that I don’t see how that will get me anywhere.

Kiara’s POV It was finally the day of the launch. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing room, staring at my reflection longer than necessary. My heart was pounding loudly against my chest, betraying the calm expression I was forcing on my face. Breathe, Kiara. You’ve got this. I adjusted the sleeve of my dress slightly. It was elegant clean lines, soft neutral tones, structured but feminine. I wanted my outfit to speak the same language as my brand—confident, refined, intentional.

She then moves her hands to the waist of her skirt, starting at her abdomen, she slips her thumbs in between the skirt and her shin before sliding them around her waist until she reaches the zipper at the back. She hesitates for a moment, snapping her eyes to him when she hears him growl low. She then holds the waist with one hand and slowly pulls down the zipper with the other. This time, she didn’t wait for him to say anything; she shimmied the skirt over her hips, down her thighs until she was able to let go, and it slipped to the floor around her ankles by itself.

She's on her way to the Skating rink with Jehlani and Pasha, and they all have cups of warm coffee with them. They're chatting, smiling, laughing like they have no care in the world. What would they care about when their parents do all the work? All they have to do is eat the work. Beatrice’s skirt kept getting carried by the wind cos as belt‑like as it is, it still has a short slit in the front, so at each blow of the wind, her white panty shows a little bit at the sides. Colt's eyes went still like a cold ocean as he remembed that night, but his eyeballs followed the girls as they got closer to the rink.

’ Inside, my thoughts raced… yes, four throbbing cocks ready to pound my slutty holes while you sit home thinking I have changed… Poppy you wicked whore, full of deception and lies’ ******* Saturday finally came around, and I started getting ready by showering. I did my hair just how I liked it, and applied my makeup, eye shadow, eyeliner and crimson red lipstick. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit. What did I buy? Well, of course, I bought a skirt! I love wearing skirts. Half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt is special. It is nudish-brown in colour, made up of a thick velvety, silky m

This time I smirk, turning around I decide to wriggle out of my skirt that is bunched up around my waist, the growling coming from Maddox as I bend over and step out my skirt. I hadn’t even got one foot out of the skirt when Maddox slams into me from behind. The pain and pleasure erupts through me making my eyes roll back in my head. The growls coming from my man mixed with the tightness he is holding me I can tell its Chaos that has taken over. Reaching between my legs I grab his balls and he roars.