Underwear Stories Novels & Stories

They expose the sinful acts of the government, but they have shady criminal records themselves. “Pick your jaws.” The lady chuckles. “Besides, what is this diabolic crap.” She yanks the extra folds from my body, leaving me exposed. I whip around to fight for it, but she is already gone and the brothers have their eyes on me… my naked nipples. Shit. I stylishly pull the shirt downward, covering just my nipples, but leaving my succulent soft swell for their view. I'm not even trying to seduce them. This operation is a mess, a brewing failure waiting to fall through.

I try to move away, but there’s nowhere to go. He squeezes, slow and deliberate, pushing my dress up inch by inch. His fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, teasing higher, and I nearly drop my fork. Dad starts telling a story about his college days and everyone’s attention shifts. Liam’s fingers slip under the hem of my dress, feather-light, brushing against the damp cotton of my panties. I bite my lip, staring hard at my plate. He finds the edge of my underwear, tugging it aside. My heart is in my throat.

' Cassian soon returned with a bag in hand. Uea stared at the bag as his eyes slowly regained their enthusiasm. He bit his lower lip, trying his best to suppress his excitement. But his heart was racing fast. This was what he'd been waiting for. The kinks of the old Mafia lord. The kinks that turned his readers against him. Uea couldn't wait to enjoy them all! Cassian opened the bag, revealing different kinds of sex toys. Their sizes vary, and there were even some with sharp ends.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

"Roman you stress too much, relax." I followed her tawny head into a more erotic section of the shop. Some mannequins were not dressed but only in small materials covering their breasts and crotch area. "What are we doing here?" I questioned. Yolanda skipped deeper into the section and picked out a hanger with two small black, lacy items. "Yolanda?" "How about this?" she probed. "What's the point of wearing underwear if it’s so revealing?" It made me feel uneasy. The panty had no back part, just a string. That looks severely uncomfortable.

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

The timestamp showed the late hours when they claimed to be working overtime. Inside a black Mercedes, they were lost in a passionate kiss, Shelly's profile clearly visible. In a hot spring pool, they held each other tight in their swimsuits. And finally, the footage in the convenience store showed Shelly placing a box of ultra-thin condoms into her bag. It was the exact same type I found under the bed. The evidence was ironclad, the timeline was seamless, and every image was clear. There was no room for denial. "No! It's all fake!" Shelly let out a piercing shriek, completely falling apart. She roared like a woman possessed, "Emory, you bastard! You scumbag! You set me up! You're going to d

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Uncle's forbidden touch 4 The reunion hit like a storm. Cars lined the drive, relatives pouring in with hugs and loud laughs. Aunts pinched my cheeks, uncles slapped backs, cousins eyed me up like fresh meat. I wore a sundress Uncle picked—short, thin fabric that hugged my tits and ass. No panties, his rule. The collar hid under a scarf, but I felt it choke light when I swallowed. His cum from the pool still leaked a bit, sticky reminder between my legs.