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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

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.

Cool air kissed my heated skin as I was bared to his hungry gaze, clad only in lacy black lingerie. "Fuck, look at you," Adrian rasped appreciatively, drinking in the sight of my nearly naked body.* " Gonna mark up this flawless skin and make you scream on my cock…” I shuddered as Adrian's calloused hands mapped the curves of my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He palmed my breasts roughly through the sheer lace of my bra, thumbs circling my hard nipples. "Such perfect tits," he groaned, ducking his head to mouth at the swell of cleavage. "Bet they'd look stunning wrapped around my cock, smothered in my cum."

Near the wide window is a bathtub that I'm sure can accommodate two people. “I want sex in the bathtub!” I exclaimed excitedly and went back into the room. Leopold just laughed a little in response to my words. When I arrived near him, I took off the floral dress that was attached to my body, leaving behind transparent black lingerie. The lingerie I wear has an open cut. With two sides that are only joined by straps and a small seam just under the tits. I didn't wear a bra, so the breasts that Leopold was often proud of were clearly visible. And I wear a thong that only covers my clitoris.

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

"Open it." I pulled out the box and set it on my desk. It was wrapped with a red silk ribbon that felt expensive just to touch. My fingers fumbled with the bow as I untied it and lifted the lid. My face immediately burst into flames. Lingerie. The most beautiful and most scandalous lingerie I had ever seen in my life. Black lace with red trim that would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bra was barely there, more straps and strategic lace placement than actual coverage. The panties were even worse, a tiny scrap of fabric that was basically just decoration.

Not really fall material but I didn't want to make it to easy for him since he will be looking for a woman in a white blouse. Little did he know the miracles of shapewear. I could be wearing sexy red lingerie that can be seen if you are looking close enough, but I plan on staying in my dim office all day. I feel super sexy wearing a romantic, barely there, lingerie set. Never doubt good lingerie! I hadn't even gotten into my car when Adam texted me about missing "team building yoga class" which is total bull crap. We don't do anything as a team in yoga. And most of the people there aren't even in the same departments!

Everything shimmered. The lighting was forgiving. Flattering. No harsh fluorescents. Just the low glow of indirect fixtures that made the silk glisten and the mirrors flatter. Linda paused just past the threshold. Rows of lingerie unfolded before her -- racks of lace-trimmed panties in pastel colors, whisper-soft bralettes hanging from gold hooks. One wall displayed high-end bodysuits in black, crimson, emerald -- sheer mesh, deep Vs, satin cups, lacing up the sides like corsets. There was nothing modest. Nothing designed to hide.

I found myself back in the room with Dante after a relaxing bath. As I stepped into the room, I noticed a vibrant red lingerie that had been thoughtfully placed in the bathroom for me. The lingerie, with its low-cut design, left my cleavage tantalizingly exposed. Despite my attempts to adjust it, I couldn’t quite achieve the desired level of coverage.

I gave a curt nod so he walked in, I waited for a minute but he didn't return so I strolled in and eyed different types of dildos, vibrates, massagers, and all. I crossed that aisle and turned, my heart stopped when my gaze fell on a mannequin with a black leather corset and a see-through lace bra, it had black fishnet stockings and see-through black lace panties. A black blinder, furry handcuffs, a chocker with a ring in center.