Thong Novels & Stories

She got up and walked to Taylor, only for him to stand up, saying, “What are you doing?” “It’s mine!” Charlie declared. “Why are you so worked up over a scrunchie?” Taylor asked. “It’s not a scrunchie, it’s a thong!” Charlie finally said. Charlie tried to grab her thong, but Taylor would lean back or block her hands. He was so tall that Charlie could not reach it! “A thong?” Taylor gave a dumbfounded look. He yanked the thong up from his hair and stretched it. “What on earth is a thong?”

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

It was a collision of teeth and tongue, a desperate claim that tasted like salt and heat. The world narrowed down to the friction of our bodies, the way his thigh felt hooked between mine, and the sharp intake of air every time his hands moved—sliding from my jaw down to my waist, gripping tight enough that I knew there’d be marks tomorrow. I welcomed them. Every touch was an anchor, pulling me deeper into the storm he was creating. "Eli," I choked out, my voice breaking as he trailed a line of biting kisses down the sensitive line of my throat.

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.

Oh I see what's happening here "Oh no I'm not looking for a price tag," I say finding my size and placing the garment in my basket. The lady remains quiet behind me and I walk away checking for others. I find the thong section and I grab a beige, light blue, and yellow one's that Daniel can see how soaked I am when wearing it. Aghh I love how I can say stuff like that now

"I’m a botanist! I smell like dirt and tea leaves!" "You smell like Luna Silva," Francis corrected, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He stopped just inches from the counter, towering over Noah. The golden glow in his eyes was slowly receding, leaving behind a dark, tempestuous amber. "It’s on your hands. It’s in your clothes. It’s soaked into the floorboards of this place." Noah’s defensive posture faltered for a fraction of a second. "Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless."

Until I got one hot email. The message was from a guy named Thick. As he described himself, he was: 36 and 6'1 225, with an 8" THICK black cock. And it was beautiful, just the biggest thick piece of meat I'd ever seen. I knew from the moment I saw that monster I had to have it in my mouth. His message described how he liked my tight ass, and desire for young white boys to hook up with. There was a certain turn-on with the way spoke, or wrote with a commanding tone. He was dominant and I wanted to submit.

Save it for Connor. I got out of the shower and dug out my sexiest lingerie; the set I'd bought on a whim last year, hoping to spark something. Black lace, sheer enough to tease, with a bra that cupped my tits just right, pushing them up into soft cleavage that begged to be grabbed. The thong was barely there. It was a thin strip that disappeared between my ass cheeks and the front panel was translucent over my shaved pussy. Lastly, the garters that were clipped to thigh-high stockings, framing my curves like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

He mumbled while giving me shots of pleasure in my tummy. I laughed breathlessly. “You’ve never been with a pregnant woman before, have you?” My bosom vibrated when he laughed while sucking on my breasts. “You’re the only one whom I fucked without a condom.” My head rocked back against the pillow when he massaged my clit with his hand. He slipped his two fingers inside me and started to thrust into it. I moaned in pleasure when he kept doing this. His warm and wet tongue twirled around my nipples as he groaned. “You’re wet and ready.”

I purr, making them bounce as the thong dug harder in my cunt. "Exactly like that, you filthy bitch." He groaned, old dick fighting to get out of his trousers. "I want pictures of the thong. Legs up on the couch." I waltzed over the couch, ass pushed out. Laying down, I spread my legs up to my ears as my pussy came into view. I was soaked already, dripping down my inner thighs. The thong wasn't even visible, digging between my folds and sawing my dry asshole. The air quickly filled with the familiar odor of a pornstar set. The musky smell coming from my wet gash.