Thong Novels & Stories

But my eyes kept going lower, to the tiny triangle of a thong nestled between her legs, scooped deep to cover up very little, supported by the barely-there thong-straps riding high over her prominent hips. Like the bra, it was slightly see-through, allowing me to see a hint of her p*ssy through the material. There was also a mirror behind her, and from the angle the photo was taken, her thong-clad ass was being showcased perfectly. I was able to see the big, round, firm cheeks jutting out from her back, framed by the straps of her thong along its upper ridges. The t

“It’s an eight-inch vibrating dildo, ma'am.” Oh.

I fire back, voice dripping with challenge. Let him stew. Let him watch. This week is mine. I let the red lace bra slip from my shoulders and fall away. The chat explodes. MrBigShot: Holy fuck those tits HungHorse88: Pinch them for me baby TipLord99 tipped $50: Lose the thong NOW DaddyWantsIt tipped $100: Spread wider princess I smile, slow and wicked, and hook my thumbs into the thin straps of the thong. I peel it down my hips, inch by inch, until it drops to the bed. The room fills with pings.

the words just slipped out with Ava in control. "Not yet," he said in a whisper in her ear. It sent shivers down her spine as the water continued to rain down on them. He grabbed her neck and slid his hand around it till it was at the nape. He then pushed her down so she was bent over. "You're going to take it cause you're my good girl, aren't you." "Yes I am," He thrust himself inside her as he held her hips. He pounded faster and faster. He threw his head back as her opening tightened its walls around his member. He was so large she didn't know how much longer she would last.

"I said, hurry up!" Kevin yells, taking the nylons from her. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the top of her desk, he cuts the thin black strips of material on either side of her thigh and roughly pulls her thong from between her legs. Holding it up to her face he yells, "This is soaking wet! What have you been doing, slut?" He flings the thong across the room and it hits the closet door I'm kneeling behind. As she's sitting on the desk he pushes her legs apart and jams two fingers up inside her pussy.

My room is stocked with everything I need to feel comfortable; It is a space that does not disturb or torture my memory when I return from the hotel where I sell my body. I wear a black thong with lace trim and a black bra that makes my breasts look rounder than they already are. My phone rings again. This time I go closer to see who scores so insistently. Unknown number. I do not drink it and I am going to turn off the water that is already past boiling.

She confesses sultrily. Gideon felt the familiar, heavy thrum in his loins. He stood up, the robe falling open to reveal his cock, already thickening and twitching with a life of its own. It was a raw, angry red in the morning light, the veins standing out in sharp relief against the skin. He didn't move toward the bed. Instead, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a heavy, realistic silicone dildo—a thick, black beast of a toy that he’d kept for a moment exactly like this.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

She let out a breath and sighed: “Oh yes, more. ’ Then she lifted herself up a little to open her skirt. His slow seduction was working. She wanted her erotic massage to stay even more sensual. He eased the skirt down her long, shapely legs. And took it off. A thong. The flash of purple he'd seen earlier was a lace thong, enhancing her buttocks. rounded. Trying to keep his hands from shaking, he held both sides steady and massaged. A thong was so provocative he had to touch it. She moaned softly, rocking her hips, pressing her pelvis into the bed. He massaged back and forth with the bead of lace,

The spot she kept the good stuff. Black lace thong. The one with the tiny satin bow. He’d taken it once before, jerked off into it in his dorm bathroom, then washed and returned it before anyone noticed. He lifted it now, soft fabric cool against his palm. His cock was already thickening in his jeans.