Belinda Lapage: 6 books

I’m straight; I like guys. I like the way they look and I like the way they feel. I love my husband. I don’t go for chicks. I don’t check out their tits or their legs. I don’t undress them in my mind. I don’t find them interesting … except for Susan. Susan! Susan is …? … ? Interesting. For...

“This isn’t going to be elegant,” Vicky warned him with a shy smile. She hitched her skirt higher on her waist and then reached down for the hem, sliding it up and over her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the pantyhose and panties together, pulling them both down to her thighs before she couldn’t...

“What sort of thing were you looking for, Bob? Sleepwear? Like this one?” I ran my hands slowly over the side-swells of my breasts and down to my hips, showing off the smooth satin. “Um … maybe,” he said. “Or maybe an … um … underwear … you know … set.” “A bra...

“So these methods,” said Westall. “They can be learned, can they not? Might we not now retire to the library and you can give me the remaining instruction I require to fulfil my role.” “Just a moment,” Victoria pleaded, the firelight flickering in the dark pools of her dilated pupils....

The butler appeared silently once again behind Johanssen’s shoulder. He wore a pair of white gloves and was holding a small statue of a woman, or perhaps I should say a goddess, because even in the gloom and from across the table I could feel the raw sexuality of the carved stone. Johanssen...

It's hard to predict how your day will play out. For example, "No Panties Tuesday" started as a harmless school prank; I could never have predicted that by lunchtime I would be kneeling splay-legged on the headmaster's desk, his hand (innocently?) between my thighs just moments away from discovering my nakedness and arousal. And the day was only half over...