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Lust 1: Lingerie
Author: Kat
Title: Lingerie
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Lust 1 (lingerie).
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, canvas (the second one), yarn (the planet Venus), acrylic (hate to wait), pastels (romance).
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Gina loved lingerie.
Warnings: sex, brief implication of dubious consent.
Notes: I knew as soon as I saw this NSFW picture I'd have to write Gina in that outfit. Also, Max is short for Maxine.
Gina loved lingerie. All of it.
She loved the way it felt; water-slick satin, the slightly rougher rub of silk, the criss-crossing threads of fishnets, lace contoured and thready against her skin. She loved the way she felt in it, both bound and free; sexy, powerful, beautiful in a way she never really felt without it. Straps or ties or buckles, the steel boning of a corset or the ribbons of lace panties, lingerie was the one thing she'd never go without.
She spent more on lingerie than on the rest of her wardrobe combined.
It was money well spent.
--
She was thirteen when her mother took her to buy her first piece of lingerie.
Not bras-- she'd had those for years, with matching cotton underwear, all in pretty pastel floral patterns. No, this was lingerie, the good stuff, silk and satin, with lace edgings. They'd spent hours wandering around the store, feeling the offerings, trying things on.
Her favorite was a blue silk bra that set off her eyes and made her skin look like cream. She twisted and turned in front of the fitting room mirror, and felt like a woman for the first time in her life.
--
She dressed very carefully, the night she lost her virginity.
She'd been ready for some time. She and Alex had been dating for months now, longer than any relationship she'd had, and she was so in love with this woman she could cry.
So she wrapped herself up perfectly, just like a present. A black dress, a black silk teddy edged with lace under that, and beneath that, lace panties, with a little ribbon lace-front closure.
Later, when Alex had taken off the dress and the teddy and unlaced the panties, Gina was glad she'd gone to all that effort.
--
For Lily, she wore baby pink and dark purple, complicated corsets and garters, with frilly lacey touches and soft ribboned edges. Lily loved it, the somber purples and adult underwear contrasted with the touch of girlishness in the pink and ribbons. She'd play with the lingerie for hours, fluffing the lace, unsnapping the garter buckles, unlacing the ribbons and pulling them out to trail them across Gina's skin.
One day, crossing the quad hand-in-hand, Gina realized that the purple ribbon tied jauntily in Lily's hair had come off one of her corsets.
She spent the rest of the day wet.
--
She felt as if all she did with Max was fight, over clothes, makeup, shoes, everything. Something was slipping away, something she didn't know if they'd ever even had, but... well, she had to try. If they could only recapture the passion...
The fishnets practically glided up her legs, and she'd never had an easier time lacing her beige corset. No makeup but for red, red lipstick. She went to Max, posing in the doorway.
"Oh my God," Max said. Gina smiled.
"Do you have any idea how bad those things are for your body?" Max demanded.
Gina stopped smiling.
--
For their six-month anniversary, Vanessa bought her a red satin bra and garter belt, and order her to wear them beneath a long black coat when they went out to dinner. Gina was so in love she did it, though she spent the whole dinner trembling, tense and aroused and afraid someone would see. Vanessa laughed her dark chocolate laugh, and took her to a bar afterwards, where she pinned Gina in a shadowed booth and thrust her fingers beneath the panties, and made Gina bite her lip to keep back the screams.
She threw that lingerie set away, afterwards.
--
For her first night with Ivy, she bought a special set, white, with appliquéd roses the color of Ivy's hair. White, not for virginity, but for new beginnings and starting over; red for passion, and love, and the red roses Ivy brought her just because.
It would be perfect, romantic. They'd go to dinner, then she'd bring Ivy home, sprinkle rose petals over the bed, reveal her lover and be revealed until they came together, slow and sweet, like honey and roses.
Of course, it didn't go as planned, but nothing ever did with Ivy.
They were still perfect together.
--
Olivia came along when Gina bought the dress, but when she went lingerie shopping, she went alone to the most expensive store in New York.
Her honeymoon was worth it.
She browsed through the racks, running her fingers over smooth satin and slubbed silk, lace and leather. Nothing seemed right, until she found it.
The corset fit her as if it had been made to measurement, shrinking her waist and boosting her breasts; the removable collar framed her neck perfectly. Gold and black silk, all of it-- gold for victory.
"Perfect," she said, aloud, and knew Ivy would love it.
--
"You're so beautiful," Ivy said lazily, running her fingers over the gold silk of the corset. Her wedding ring glinted in the lamplight.
Gina smiled, and feathered her fingers up Ivy's arm, teasing. "Thank you," she said. "So are you."
"Mm," Ivy said. "You're more beautiful. Especially in this."
"You like it?" She let her smile spread. "I thought you would. I bought it for you."
"I love it," Ivy said. "I love all your lingerie, but this one is just perfect."
Her smile turned saucy. "You want to take it off me?"
Ivy didn't answer that one in words.
--
Gina loved lingerie.
She loved how it cinched her waist and lifted her breasts, lengthened her legs, slimmed her arms. She loved how it felt coming off her, loosening around her ribs, sliding down her legs, Ivy's fingers trailing in its wake. She loved the feel of Ivy's hands in her panties, the contrast of cool silk and hot skin.
It made her feel powerful, gorgeous and strong, wearing beautiful lingerie under her practical business suits. It made her feel sexy and desirable under her red dress.
Under Ivy's eyes, it made her feel loved.
She loved lingerie so much.
Title: Lingerie
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Lust 1 (lingerie).
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, canvas (the second one), yarn (the planet Venus), acrylic (hate to wait), pastels (romance).
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Gina loved lingerie.
Warnings: sex, brief implication of dubious consent.
Notes: I knew as soon as I saw this NSFW picture I'd have to write Gina in that outfit. Also, Max is short for Maxine.
Gina loved lingerie. All of it.
She loved the way it felt; water-slick satin, the slightly rougher rub of silk, the criss-crossing threads of fishnets, lace contoured and thready against her skin. She loved the way she felt in it, both bound and free; sexy, powerful, beautiful in a way she never really felt without it. Straps or ties or buckles, the steel boning of a corset or the ribbons of lace panties, lingerie was the one thing she'd never go without.
She spent more on lingerie than on the rest of her wardrobe combined.
It was money well spent.
--
She was thirteen when her mother took her to buy her first piece of lingerie.
Not bras-- she'd had those for years, with matching cotton underwear, all in pretty pastel floral patterns. No, this was lingerie, the good stuff, silk and satin, with lace edgings. They'd spent hours wandering around the store, feeling the offerings, trying things on.
Her favorite was a blue silk bra that set off her eyes and made her skin look like cream. She twisted and turned in front of the fitting room mirror, and felt like a woman for the first time in her life.
--
She dressed very carefully, the night she lost her virginity.
She'd been ready for some time. She and Alex had been dating for months now, longer than any relationship she'd had, and she was so in love with this woman she could cry.
So she wrapped herself up perfectly, just like a present. A black dress, a black silk teddy edged with lace under that, and beneath that, lace panties, with a little ribbon lace-front closure.
Later, when Alex had taken off the dress and the teddy and unlaced the panties, Gina was glad she'd gone to all that effort.
--
For Lily, she wore baby pink and dark purple, complicated corsets and garters, with frilly lacey touches and soft ribboned edges. Lily loved it, the somber purples and adult underwear contrasted with the touch of girlishness in the pink and ribbons. She'd play with the lingerie for hours, fluffing the lace, unsnapping the garter buckles, unlacing the ribbons and pulling them out to trail them across Gina's skin.
One day, crossing the quad hand-in-hand, Gina realized that the purple ribbon tied jauntily in Lily's hair had come off one of her corsets.
She spent the rest of the day wet.
--
She felt as if all she did with Max was fight, over clothes, makeup, shoes, everything. Something was slipping away, something she didn't know if they'd ever even had, but... well, she had to try. If they could only recapture the passion...
The fishnets practically glided up her legs, and she'd never had an easier time lacing her beige corset. No makeup but for red, red lipstick. She went to Max, posing in the doorway.
"Oh my God," Max said. Gina smiled.
"Do you have any idea how bad those things are for your body?" Max demanded.
Gina stopped smiling.
--
For their six-month anniversary, Vanessa bought her a red satin bra and garter belt, and order her to wear them beneath a long black coat when they went out to dinner. Gina was so in love she did it, though she spent the whole dinner trembling, tense and aroused and afraid someone would see. Vanessa laughed her dark chocolate laugh, and took her to a bar afterwards, where she pinned Gina in a shadowed booth and thrust her fingers beneath the panties, and made Gina bite her lip to keep back the screams.
She threw that lingerie set away, afterwards.
--
For her first night with Ivy, she bought a special set, white, with appliquéd roses the color of Ivy's hair. White, not for virginity, but for new beginnings and starting over; red for passion, and love, and the red roses Ivy brought her just because.
It would be perfect, romantic. They'd go to dinner, then she'd bring Ivy home, sprinkle rose petals over the bed, reveal her lover and be revealed until they came together, slow and sweet, like honey and roses.
Of course, it didn't go as planned, but nothing ever did with Ivy.
They were still perfect together.
--
Olivia came along when Gina bought the dress, but when she went lingerie shopping, she went alone to the most expensive store in New York.
Her honeymoon was worth it.
She browsed through the racks, running her fingers over smooth satin and slubbed silk, lace and leather. Nothing seemed right, until she found it.
The corset fit her as if it had been made to measurement, shrinking her waist and boosting her breasts; the removable collar framed her neck perfectly. Gold and black silk, all of it-- gold for victory.
"Perfect," she said, aloud, and knew Ivy would love it.
--
"You're so beautiful," Ivy said lazily, running her fingers over the gold silk of the corset. Her wedding ring glinted in the lamplight.
Gina smiled, and feathered her fingers up Ivy's arm, teasing. "Thank you," she said. "So are you."
"Mm," Ivy said. "You're more beautiful. Especially in this."
"You like it?" She let her smile spread. "I thought you would. I bought it for you."
"I love it," Ivy said. "I love all your lingerie, but this one is just perfect."
Her smile turned saucy. "You want to take it off me?"
Ivy didn't answer that one in words.
--
Gina loved lingerie.
She loved how it cinched her waist and lifted her breasts, lengthened her legs, slimmed her arms. She loved how it felt coming off her, loosening around her ribs, sliding down her legs, Ivy's fingers trailing in its wake. She loved the feel of Ivy's hands in her panties, the contrast of cool silk and hot skin.
It made her feel powerful, gorgeous and strong, wearing beautiful lingerie under her practical business suits. It made her feel sexy and desirable under her red dress.
Under Ivy's eyes, it made her feel loved.
She loved lingerie so much.
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This is very nice. I love the way she picks different colors/styles for different people. ^_^
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Great job.
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One day, crossing the quad hand-in-hand, Gina realized that the purple ribbon tied jauntily in Lily's hair had come off one of her corsets.
She spent the rest of the day wet.
Was both adorable and stupid hot.
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Thanks!
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Thank you!