Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside. Next off were my slip-on dress shoes. I didn't think there was a sexy way to remove socks, so I hadn't bothered to wear any. My feet and toes were now bare, which felt great against the shaggy rug. I knew the next big move was to rip off the breakaway pants, so I waited for the right beat. I teased them for the first couple of minutes of the song, making like I was about to take them off, giving them a few peeks at the top of my red underwear. Then, when the song got to the line, "You're blowing my mind...maybe in time...baby I can get you in my ride," I reached down and ripped off the pants in one quick motion. The girls all looked surprised and thrilled, th

Her eyelids are heavy as she shakes her head, whispering to me. I glide the panties down her legs. She steps out of them, kicking them from the toe of her shoe. They get caught on the end of her spiky heel. One hand slowly stroking down her bare calf, I bend down, detaching the little red scrap of fabric and shove it in my pocket.

he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. The girl hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling as she reached for the laces of her bodice. She fumbled with them, her fingers clumsy with fear, and Red growled in impatience. He reached out and tore the garment away, sending buttons flying. The girl gasped, her breasts spilling free, the rosy nipples hard and puckered in the cool air.

Her fingers were already at the waistband of her sweatpants. “Shit, huh?” She hooked her fingers into the elastic and pushed them down. She leaned forward, her breasts nearly spilling from the lace as she kicked the pants away, revealing matching red panties and long, slender legs. “You want this. Trust me, you do.” She stepped out of the fabric, tossing the pile aside to join her hoodie on the floor. “This is the only way I'll be able to tell if you still want me.”

It wasn't a bad look, just different. I was no seamstress, but I did a good job fixing the tear on my uniform T-shirt. I washed it last night so it would be ready for today. It was a red wine color and with big white letters on the back saying "Shop with M". It was a small store in a small village so that was enough. The rest of my outfit was up to me and it was no problem for my boss if I wore sexy jean shorts and sneakers.

His warmth lingers on my skin for a moment longer, a grounding presence in the chaos. I don’t waste time. My fingers sift through the pile quickly, pulling out a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of drawstring pants. Without a word, I walk behind a canvas divider that offers a sliver of privacy. My hands shake slightly as I tug on the clean clothes. The cotton is rough, but it’s dry and warm.

But she was seeing it for herself . Later That Day The market was lively with music and trading. Drums echoed from a distant courtyard, and colourful wrappers danced like fire as women twirled them in rhythm. Sandra walked through the stalls with a woven basket on her hip, picking up yams and smoked fish for Arden. She passed a cloth vendor and stopped. A patterned skirt caught her eye. Royal blue with silver embroidery, intricate and elegant. Her breath hitched. She reached out and touched the cloth. Another flash.

Red shouted. He removed his shoes along with his slacks. Only his boxers were left. Katleya stepped closer and pulled down his boxers. She stared at Red’s manhood. “Big. Very big.” She sobbed as she removed her skirt. “Do they have better bodies? Are they sexier?” She took off her bra. “Are theirs bigger?” She also removed her underwear and threw it in his face. “Look at it. Does their womanhood look better than mine?”

He wiggled them in my face until I swatted him away, giggling despite myself. “And before you can answer,” he continued, practically vibrating with excitement, “if you say trousers, then I’m leaning toward leather. Leather pants. Hot. Iconic.” He flashed his dimpled grin before suddenly frowning, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Wait… leather’s hard to get out of, isn’t it?” I laughed so hard I nearly toppled over. “Well… yeah. I think so.” “Okay, scrap that!” he declared, tossing them aside like they’d burned him. “I don’t want to create extra work for Aiden.”