Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

"Look... You seem like a fine human being and all..." He gets interrupted by Brian. "A fine human being? Look at what he is wearing?" he shockingly asks. "Yeah, I saw his outfit. What's wrong with it?" he asks. "He is dressed like a gang member!" he responds. "How can you truly tell?" he asks. "Anyone who wears all black and is strolling around at night is up to no good." he clarifies. "That is ludicrous! Also... What type of thug would wear a scarf? He's probably a hipster." he doubts.

The last thing I need is for him to wake up and find me staring at him like some lovesick— No. Not lovesick. Just... appreciative. Professionally appreciative of my boss's— I need to stop thinking before I make this worse. With shaky legs, I stand and search for my clothes. The red dress is— Actually, where is the red dress? I scan the room and spot it near the doorway. Or what's left of it, anyway. The fabric is torn completely down the middle, zipper broken, absolutely unwearable. He ripped it off me. Literally tore it apart in his rush to—

Someone who would ask me to get lingerie and then tear them off my body in a moment of passion. The door to the shop opened indicating another customer and I continued my selection, taking more time between the new design of undergarments. The special design barely covered up any parts but it was so beautiful to look at. I chose cotton pants for Anastasia, for those were her favorites. A small red lace pants caught my attention. I moved closer to the piece and couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was perfect for my body. I was completely out of undergarments and I had to make do with just two since the last season. "I don't think mama will mind if I get this one, " I whispered to myself as I

He’s all muscle, strong and ripped, the ridges of his abdominal muscles teasing me as they disappear into his pants. I lick my lips. “Pants too.” I say and my voice is breathy. He slowly unhooks his belt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. Goddess, I feel like I’m going to combust just watching him strip. He holds on to his pants as they begin to slide off him, making the strip tease last longer. He finally lets them drop to the floor, kicking them aside, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. His erection looks like it’s about to burst out of his underwear. “Boxer briefs, too.”

The milky liquid splashed across the tiles, soaking our shoes, but none of us noticed. Tina, meanwhile, lifted a trembling hand to her lips. “What the hell?!” she cried out, surging forward and turning in a slow circle. “Our outfits!” “Someone vandalized them!” Avis sobbed, already full-on crying. She fell to her knees next to her mannequin, where her adorable pantsuit had been shredded practically down to its fibers. Clutching the torn pieces in her hands, she let out a sob that wracked her entire frame.

Sweat-slick skin gleams in the light, my torso half-bared now, the undersides of my breasts visible under the baggy t-shirt still clinging. I kicked at the pajama pants next, starting with the thick flannel outer pair. The drawstring unties in a rough pull, and I shove them down my legs, stepping out aggressively, nearly stumbling in my haste. The jersey lounge pants followed, yanked to my ankles and flung aside with a foot. The cotton sleep shorts slide off just as fast, my thighs quivering from the exertion. The innermost silky pants come last for the bottoms, peeled down in a swift motion that exposes my panties. Lucien gulps visibly, his darkening even more than possible.

I said, looking down into her eyes. She gingerly dabbed at my wound. “Oooh, it’s pretty bad. Does that sting?” I shook my head. She tried to move my torn pants to the side but stopped. “Um, I can’t quite get at all of it,” she said, standing up. “So could you, maybe, if you could remove your pants,” she stammered. “I’ll look away and get you a towel to, um, cover yourself.”

Lucy wanted to run away but she had no strength left in her body as he put his hand on her pants and open the buttons of it but rather than opening it, he tore it off harshly making her yelp in pain. He separated himself from her and tore of his shirt not caring if he was hurting himself or anything, he just did the same to his pants as he did to Lucy just a moment ago. Now, Lucy was totally naked on her upper body and had a panty on! While Ryan only had his boxers on! - - - - - -

“I need… to check… your strength.” “How?” He considers a moment, while his lips are pressed to mine. “Tear my clothes off,” he says. Finally, a good idea. I grab his shirt with both hands and rip it apart. In the past, buttons might have flown, but the shirt, as a whole would have remained intact. Now, the shirt rips clean off of Steven’s body. I stare at the scraps in my hands, amazed by my own strength. “Pants, next,” Steven says. Horny as he clearly is, his eyes are calculating, watching my arms as I flex, grabbing either side of his pants and tearing them clean away from his body.

He kicked off his own heavy combat boots, his eyes never leaving my face. “Take off my clothes for me, Rose,” he commanded softly. A sharp, malicious wave of satisfaction washed through my chest. “With pleasure,” I whispered. I stepped into his space, my fingers gripping the front of his pristine military tunic. Channeling every ounce of frustration, anger, and resentment I had suppressed throughout the day, I violently ripped the fabric apart. The gold epaulets tore away, and the uniform shirt shredded under my fingers, exposing the vast, scarred expanse of his muscled chest. I moved lower, tearing his trousers down the seams until only his dark boxers remained.