Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

"Take out everything inside the bag, one at a time." Tanya nodded and dipped her hand into the bag. The first thing she took out was a g-string. The smile on her face slowly began to fade as she dipped her hand again and took out a red gown. The top was handless and tight while the lower part was free but it was extremely short. The moment Tanya saw it, she recalled when Tyrone had gotten clothes like this for her and began to feel uneasy. The next thing she took out was pantyhose and lastly a high-heeled red cover shoe.

Finally, in the bottom drawer of the last dresser, I found my ratty scrub pants and a t-shirt. With a sob of relief, I dove into the familiar fabric, feeling it rub against my skin. The hem on the pants was fraying and a hole had developed in the t-shirt, but I didn’t care. Hot tears leaked down my cheeks, leaving red lines of frustration and hurt behind them. I sat down on the bed, a raft in a sea of clothes, and cried until I passed out, exhausted.

It wasn't a mean look; it was meant as playful. A small smile rose as I realized what he expected me to do. I hurried forward so my face was at the front of his waistband. I opened my mouth and grasped the button of his tuxedo pants with my teeth, pulling it to the side, but that didn't work. I used my mouth again to grab the material and work it back and forth. I got it off the button. I used my tongue to open the pants up a bit, then my teeth to take hold of the zipper, pulling it down and opening the pants up, exposing the black, bikini-style briefs underneath. Then, moving side to side and grasping the pants with my mouth, I pulled his pants down to the point where they fell to the floor

We are getting close to each other, and I must say that she's just like Neri. "Goodmorning, Sandy." "Why didn't you wear your uniform? It's Thursday, not Friday." "Yeah, I know. It's just that I have not yet washed my uniform. I forgot about it last week due to busy schedules.. do you think it's okay?" I asked as I was staring at Sandy. "No, it's no!" A voice from behind me just rose up. I crossed my eyebrows and looked behind me, and it was Hattie. She's wearing a crop top that's sleeveless and pants. A red lipstick and an eyeglasses.

I folded it quickly, almost angrily, and tossed it next my jeans. My panties matched the same wine-red color with a thin band of lace at the hips and a little bow at the front that I suddenly realized looked ridiculous in this context. It's like I had shown up to war carrying a ribbon. I ripped them off as heat crawled up my neck, tossing them next to my bra.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

"What are you doing?" His voice was shaky with hungry desire. "Do you think you can resist this?" I pulled the shirt apart and let it fall to the floor. His breathing quickened. The look on his face said he wasn't going to fight this. I smiled. With both hands, I gripped the sides of my lace panties and tore them apart— first one end, then the other end, keeping my eyes locked on his. I spread my legs and let the torn fabric fall. His breath caught.

I’ll never tire of hearing her say my name like that. I fall to my knees and she rests her hand on my shoulder as I help her step out of the dress. Her black heels are almost as sexy as her red ones. My fingers slowly move up the inside of her leg until they’re rubbing over her satin panties. I can already feel her arousal through the fabric. I need to taste her. These may be a little harder to tear because they’re not lace, but nothing gets in the way of a man on a mission. “I’m going to run out of panties” she giggles when I tear them from her body.

His pants are tight, the ends tucked into his combat boots. “You right there?” I grin, “What? Im just admiring the view?” “Pretty sure you were undressing me with your eyes, but sure let’s pretend your stare was innocent” I feel my cheeks begin to flush at his comment. What on earth has gotten into me all of a sudden? This is my best friend, not someone I can see past the friend zone, can i?

Roger, noticing Margaret's expression falling, leaned close to Tyler and whispered, "Hey, can we leave now? Let's just sign the papers and grab the money." Tyler motioned for him to shut up, then asked Margaret carefully, "Mrs. Fuller, should I go ahead and send this girl to the winery?" Margaret didn't answer him. Instead, she reached down and helped me to my feet. Her hands trembled as she ripped the tape off my mouth. The scab on my swollen, torn lips ripped open again, and blood dripped down, splattering onto her high heels. Tyler's face darkened. He shoved me aside and dropped to the floor to wipe her shoes. "You little tramp! How dare you get Mrs. Fuller's shoes dirty! Get out of the w