Uncensored Lingerie Ads Novels & Stories

’ “You’re not gonna wear anything okay or if you don’t feel confident enough, wear a nice lacy underwear then maybe a hand over your nipples. That’s good enough, make it look yum! He’d definitely wanna fuck you even more and ask to meet. Ask him for a nude too, you have to. From the texts I’ve read, he’s giving major big dick energy.” Alicia chuckled and she thought about it, it wasn’t such a bad idea. “Where do I get a lacy underwear?” Anna gasped. “You don’t own one? What the hell do you wear down there?” Alicia made an attempt to pull at t the waistband of Alicia’s skirt and check and Alicia slapped her hand away. “Don’t be gross, people are watching.” “Girl, go to a store or something an

“Perfect tits already begging for attention.” I tried to pull away, but the hands holding me only tightened. My skirt was next, the zipper dragged down, the fabric pooling at my ankles. I stood there in nothing but matching black lace panties and bra, the stockings still clinging to my thighs. Shame burned through me, but so did an unwelcome spark low in my belly. Their masks made them anonymous, faceless predators, and that somehow made it worse… and hotter.

The audience was growing. I reposition my laptop before getting up from the chair and pushing it aside, revealing a large bed covered in dark red sheets. I turned my back to the camera as I climbed onto the mattress, lying on my back, exposing the backside of my body that was clad only in a pair of thin panties. Endorsement. I was paid to wear lingeri-like sleepwear if it was live. Including black chiffon panties with ribbon straps that didn't actually cover my womanly form at all.

I got on my knees, facing the camera, making sure the lighting caught every curve. "Morning, honey," I cooed. I stared directly into the lens and stuck my tongue out, licking my lips slowly. I reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together so they spilled over my hands. "Ohhh, Jimmy. I want you to come home right now so you can fuck these titties." I slipped the straps of my lingerie down and let the gown fall to my waist. My tits were on full display now. I spat into my palms and rubbed my saliva all over my nipples, teasing them until they were screaming.

By noon we were both glowing, bodies oiled with each other’s cum, already horny for the evening. Mom had an idea. “Let’s go shopping. New lingerie. Something that screams ‘we’re ready to drain every dick in the room.’ Then we’ll get our hair done, nails sharp and pretty. We’re not just fucking them—we’re owning them.” We dressed in the shortest sundresses we owned, no panties, and drove to the mall. Every step reminded me of the cum still leaking from me. In the lingerie store Mom picked out matching sets—deep red lace that looked obscene against our ebony skin. She dragged me into the fitting room, locked the door, and dropped to her knees. While I tried on the bra, she buried her face unde

@sexytems is online. The lingerie I’d chosen tonight was barely there,a delicate black lace bralette that framed my nipples like a teasing promise, the fabric so sheer it hid nothing and everything at once. My G-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, and the tall black socks hugged my thighs, ending just below the curve where my legs met my hips. The heels made my calves tight, my posture arched. I felt powerful. Filthy. Alive. “Hey, babies,” I purred, letting my voice drop into that low, honeyed tone my subscribers craved. My fingers trailed slowly down my stomach, nails grazing skin. “Missed you. Been thinking about all the dirty things I want to do for you tonight.”

"You deserve love, passion, happiness. Do not let fear or your father's sins steal that from you." "Thank you," I whispered. Vera pulled me into a hug. "Now let us get you everything you need to make Dante lose his damn mind." —---- I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, barely recognizing myself. The red lingerie clung to my body like a second skin. The bra pushed my breasts up, my nipples visible through the sheer lace. The matching piece below was more suggestion than coverage, all delicate straps and transparent fabric. No panties. The aesthetician had been firm about that.

I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the mirror as I finally saw the red-laced lingerie hugging every curve in my body. The lingerie was a masterpiece of temptation—crafted from delicate lace the color of deep crimson wine, a shade that burned like desire under the light. The corset-style top hugged my body perfectly, its intricate lace pattern tracing along every inch of my body like vines wrapping around soft skin. Thin satin ribbons crisscrossed the front, tied in a small, perfect bow just above my ribs, daring to be undone. Tiny eyelash lace details framed my cups, giving it a touch of innocence that contrasted with its sinful hue. The sheer panels shimmered faintly, hinting at wh

In all, it was to my advantage. That night, I made myself irresistibly seductive and available. I walked out of the bathroom with a black lacy transparent lingerie. When I say lingerie, I mean the ones with an open underside and wide cleavage. My nipples were clearly visible through the lace with my boobs barely covered. I got this from an online shop early this morning, and I'd be damned if it doesn't mess with his head. He didn't notice my presence at first until I was close to the foot of the bed. He was hitting on his laptop but paused to look up when he sensed me approaching.

Susan's pov 1 week ago I was so fucking horny! The coolness of my car seat was pressed on thighs, but it did nothing to calm the heat building between my legs. I reached down to adjust my trench coat, and cover my skimpy lingerie. The transparent lingerie was ridiculous but absolutely perfect for what I wanted to do. It was a mere black lace, which was completely transparent, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My nipples, were already hard from the chilly car AC and sheer excitement, and they poked aggressively against the thin fabric, begging to be let free.