Uncensored Lingerie Ads Novels & Stories

"I'm still faithful to my girlfriend and not looking for a replacement." "Meaning, you're still dating?" "Yup. Steady and firm." "Then what's with this ad? This is Fenella, right?" Derek showed me his phone. Oh damn. It was the controversial ad video. Derek played the video in front of me. I promised not to watch it, but fate seemed to insist that I immediately see the ad. I fell silent as I watched Alan and Fenella seemingly having sex in nude. Some parts of their bodies were intentionally covered by racks and other people, but they were shaking and moving as if they were indeed pounding each other.

He rubbed them in circles, pinching them. "Uhhh uhhh, no..." Maxine doesn't know where to shake her head as the pleasure has escalated its notion. "What's no?" he chuckled. "You mean this?" Adam pulled her nightgown up and covered her breast. Without her thin night brassi*re, her hard n*pples were see through from the thin clothes. "You don't want me to see them?" "Hmmm," she nodded, then peeked at him with her drowsy eyelids.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

I dropped my purse onto the floor and unbuttoned my trench coat, letting it slide off my shoulders and pool around my feet. I stood there in the dim light, exposing the tiny lace lingerie underneath. The strappy black material did almost nothing to hide my body. My breasts were fully visible, with only the dark lace barely covering my nipples, and the low-cut bottom left my neatly shaved pussy entirely exposed. Adrian went entirely still. His eyes darkened instantly as his gaze travelled slowly down my neck, lingering on my chest, my waist and down to my thighs. The cocky look on his face vanished, replaced by a deep heat as he clenched his jaw.

I tapped the link. Oh. Oh God. My face immediately caught fire as the shopping page loaded. Silk lingerie sets in jewel tones. Lace bodysuits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Something called a "romance enhancement kit" that I refused to examine too closely. Emily, what are you doing to me? I scrolled down, my cheeks burning hotter with each item. A sheer black negligee. Massage oils in various "sensual" scents. Something involving straps that I couldn't identify. He can't even see, I reminded myself. What's the point of lingerie for a blind man?

It was a beautiful space with dim lighting and, while seamless backdrops, fit for the ambience of shooting people clad in next to nothing. Next to the wall were racks of the most expensive lingerie I’d ever seen. They ranged from tiny lace sets to sheer bodysuits to silk that looked as slippery as sin. “These are really amazing. Damn, your mom knows her stuff.” Liora shrugged nonchalantly and locked the door to prevent anyone from walking in on us. She switched right into a professional tone as she asked me to, “Take everything off.” As she said so, she began picking items off the rack.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

In that moment, with her beautiful face flushed and her eyes shining, everything that had led us here came rushing back to me. It had started only a few hours earlier, though it already felt like another lifetime. When I say that I am an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my past girlfriends. But I really am. After taking degrees in textiles and fashion, and working my way upwards through the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores, about seven years ago I went independent and launched my own specialist and high-class lingerie mail order business. It was just at the right time, when internet sales were really taking off, and I was relatively early in

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.

With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized. I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed. Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" I raised an eyebrow in response.