FanArt by Fraylim: Paris Lingerie (Patreon)

From Book 3, Chapter 3-1

One look, and Julia knew what I wanted—or needed.

            “I need you,” I repeated. “I want you.” My voice trembled with excitement.

            “I bought you something,” she said. “In Paris. Something for you to wear.” She gestured towards the bedroom with a nod of her head. “It’s waiting for you. Put it on.”

            It was gorgeous and elegant, a bondage-inspired bodysuit in blue. I stripped out of work clothes and stepped into the lingerie she’d chosen for me. With straps sensuously coiled around thighs and torso, gold buckles gleaming and breasts left bare, I saw myself in the mirror and felt the now-familiar haze seep into my mind. Face flushed and heart beating that little bit faster, I touched up my makeup and rejoined Julia in the living room.

            She smiled at the sight of me, hungry, pleased. “God, look at you,” she said, advancing. I shivered at the openness of her lust and dampened in the crotch. My nipples tightened and my breath caught in my throat and my knees felt weak.

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            She stepped closer. Her hand at my shoulder traced the silk and satin straps surrounding my lithe frame, and she played with the decorative bows. She slid a nail under the suspender strap, snapping it against my ass, following it down to the band binding my thigh, massaging the sensitive skin there. I shivered in the coolness of the room, goosebumps rising along bare legs and arms. Her closeness was a welcome and palpable heat. Julia took a naked breast in her palm and smiled and squeezed. Her hand left my thigh and smoothed down my long hair and cupped my ass.  She gave me a little slap there, encouraging me towards the bedroom. In an aroused fog, I flounced in the direction she directed.

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A few months ago, Facebook really started to push hard on adverts from Bordelle, a company selling absurdly expensive bondage-themed lingerie. The cookies on my laptop must be terribly confusing for these social media outlets. In any case, these adverts were the inspiration for Cindy's clothing in the scene I wrote and Fraylim, I think, really knocked it out of the park with this one.