Wife Strips For Me Novels & Stories

For a second neither of us moves, then she tries to slap me again but I catch her wrist, then the other one when she swings with it, pinning both hands above her head against the wall. "Let me go," she hisses, struggling against my hold, but I press my body against hers until there's no space left between us and she can feel every breath I take. "Not until you tell me why. Why you left, why you're here, why seeing you like this makes me want to—" I stop because I don't even know how to finish that sentence. "Want to what?" She stops struggling and looks up at me with those eyes that used to undo me, defiant and vulnerable at once. "Punish me? You already did that every day of our marriage wh

It was not easy to face such fucked-up people now and then. He wanted to applaud her for being so brave. They reached the mall and they started looking for the items she needed. She told him to do his shopping and went to the undergarments shop. He shook his head when she saw why she had told him to go and do his shopping. It was still so hard to wrap his head around the fact that she was a stripper. He went to look around to give her space. He did not need anything for himself, but he had to kill time.

Anyways, she still takes off her clothes, but she does it very quickly so that he doesn't have a good chance to look too well at her body. When she puts on the dress he has given to her, she starts to wonder just how far, how far is Keith willing to go to make his brother jealous. It's a strapless dress with a slit up high her waist and the entire of her leg is on display. On the sides of her ribs are vertical lines that leave some part of her breasts and stomach on display, this is the perfect whorish dress. She sees Keith lick his lips and hungrily bite his lower lip. Oh no.

He glanced at the large clock on the table in front of the sofa and decided to continue the fun because he still had thirty minutes left. He finally claimed his ex-girlfriend's womanhood. His pet was released from its door and tasted its delicious flesh. "Aaaaaah, sh*t!" they both moaned. He still liked it very much and wanted it more thrilling, so he controlled himself not to release his orgasm first and let the girl drive him to satisfy him completely. "Aaaaaaaaah," the woman moaned loudly while doing horse riding on top of the man. Annie settled down quickly, something Willy wanted to finish for a long time because it gives him so much tickle in his pet. But he remembered now that he is g

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

"A scarf." ... Every single item was something women used. The room slowly went quiet as all eyes shifted to Eric. Ivy frowned. "Why were you borrowing women's stuff? Don't tell me you actually—" "I have nothing to do with them," Eric snapped. "I just thought their products worked well and wanted Sandra to try them." Wow. What a thoughtful husband. Truly groundbreaking behavior. Seeing Ivy get the wrong idea, the nine women hurried to explain. "We really weren't involved with Mr. Tyler."

A wife-beater. All three ex-wives ran away after he beat them. Was that really all she thought I deserved? Another voice message came through. "It's okay. I'll send Zoey over to stay with you for a few days. You girls can talk. Cheer you up a little." After a pause, I typed: [Okay.] She instantly spammed smiley emojis. "Great! I'll have her come tomorrow!" I exited the chat and reopened the post. Sure enough, there was another update.

She glanced down—still in last night's black lace nightgown. The sheer fabric clung to her skin like glass on porcelain. From where he stood, the lace barely covered a thing. His throat bobbed. 'Especially those breasts—Jared, how do you resist squeezing them?' The crude message from his group chat flashed in his mind, and his eyes darkened. He shoved her back and looked away, jaw clenched. "Too bad it won't go your way. The baby's already handled. Get dressed—we're going out." And just like that, he walked off, leaving her stunned.

If they fail to impress him, then they will lose big shoots like him. "Who prepared this meal?" Mr. James asked the trembling waitress. "Is..is our boss sir" the waitress stammered.

"Raina, I'll say this one last time. Rowan is my fiance! This is our engagement party! Stop making a scene!" Raina's eyes sharpened, like a blade turned on Elara. "You pathetic weakling! Couldn't wait to steal the spotlight, could you? Rowan only pities you because you're about to die! He's just giving you one last dream before you go! Don't fool yourself! He's only ever loved me!" She barely finished before a slap landed hard across her face. Wilson's face flushed red, his body trembling with rage. "You ungrateful brat! Go home now! You're not allowed back at the company, and I'm freezing every card you have! When you've learned to respect your aunt, then you can show your face again!"