Underwear Stories Novels & Stories

Leaving his sister and Saraphina behind. I was completely speechless. The woman who led us into the shop displayed a selection of bikinis and underwear. She stated that they are trendy and are what women wear these days. I love underwear. I enjoy buying them in large quantities. However, the ones I own are not designer underwear. As soon as I was finished. I picked out a few that I like. However, Prince purchased a large number of them, and I cannot complain. I now understand why he made me promise not to complain about anything.

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" He is a quiet person since childhood after the Lost of his parents in fatal car accident that lend to the disruption of their daily happy life, he maintains his carefully crafted facade as the quiet, studious student who never speaks above a whisper. On campus,he was the most well - behaved, invisible and mannered student in the entire department of business administration, covered with an oversized hoodies, black- rimmed glasses, quietly enough to fade into the background without anyone knowing he was there. Those outfits serves as armor against a world that doesn't know his sec

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

she confusedly asks while being thoughtful. Though with a sheepish grin, he nodded several times. "Ahm, actually, there are more...ahm I also bought you some underwear, it's all in pairs. The woman in the shop said it's their top seller and mostly celebrities were buying them, so I bought just several dozens in different colors of course" he calmly explains while she remains dumbfounded. She can't imagine CEO Lucien Wright shopping for undergarments and lingerie. "They recognize who you are?" she dazedly asks. She was curious about how he managed to explain all the sexy lingerie he had purchased.

If it was some other ''situation'' I would have thought it to be extremely hot but my current condition was numbing all my senses, preventing me to think something else. Thank God I was wearing my shorts and he tore from the region down my breasts. Lucky me that i didn't wore the netless V neck dress cause it would have exposed me openly no matter from where it would have been ripped. Everyone gasped when they saw my swollen stomach as it was blue-black cause of several kicks I was gifted. 😑YEA😑!!! BUT THIS TIME I DIDNT LIKE THE GIFT A SINGLE BIT :| :| :| ------------------------------------ NEET

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As