Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

It was fitted at the top with a flowing skirt, elegant but not overly formal. "It's beautiful," I breathed. "Try it on," he said, and there was something in his voice that made me look up at him. "What else?" I asked suspiciously. He held up a bag from an expensive lingerie boutique, his grin turning wicked. "You're going to wear this underneath." I took the bag and peeked inside, my face immediately heating. Red lace lingerie—a bra and matching panties. Except the panties were crotchless. "Lucian!" I said, scandalized.

Where's the fun in that? Maybe it's just my pathetic attempt to deny the fact that I don't hate him as much as I used to. My first stop happens at La Perla. I walk out with three new sets of lingerie—black lace, emerald green satin, and one crimson set that literally whispers the filthiest promises. They are obscene enough to make a man lose his mind if he ever saw them. I carry the bags myself instead of letting them be delivered. I want him to see the evidence when I walk through the door tonight.

I hoped he could see how I moved for him, how I was preparing myself like a gift, how my body was aching for his rough hands. I went to my closet and pulled out the brand new lingerie I had bought just for tonight. It was very slutty and sexy — a sheer black babydoll that was almost completely see-through, with delicate lace that barely covered my nipples and a tiny matching thong that disappeared between my ass cheeks. I slipped it on, adjusting the straps so my breasts looked full and inviting. The fabric was so thin it left almost nothing to the imagination. I knew without a doubt that if my rapist saw me like this, he would be so turned on he would tear it off my body because he would be

I was going to make sure he came home to a sight he would never forget. Sliding off the couch, I ran all the way upstairs, practically jumping over to the closet, my fingers brushing past the different fabrics, until I found exactly what I needed. A set of lingerie so sinful it was practically illegal. The sheer black lace barely covered my breasts, the thin straps running teasingly over my shoulders. The bra’s delicate cups were transparent, offering nothing but a shameless, tantalizing view of my nipples. The matching thong? A scandal in itself. The thin fabric did nothing to conceal the curves of my body. A single strip of lace hugged my hips, dipping sinfully between my thighs, leaving a

Since, it's near summer, I've decided to wear it. Along with ripped black stocking, that I found on the down side of the cabinet. A goth might wear a crushed purple velvet skirt or vest, old-style high button shoes, or black work boots worn with fishnet stockings. So do I. Most goths wore only black or very dark clothes, and many dyed their hair black as well. Thankfully, my hair is naturally jet black that very suit for this gothic era. Begin to add light layers of goth accessories such as Victorian drape chokers, hats, skull bags, and watches.

Heather's POV I got out of the shower and put on one of the sexiest lingerie from my closet. It was a lace cotton gown that was slit by the sides and had a backless view. It also had matching panties that had holes in the pussy and anal area for better penetration. I sprayed my seductive cocktail mists and perfumes, making sure that all parts of my body was drenched in it and I came out of the bathroom, the first thing hitting me was the slow sounds.

One high bid could change a destiny. Liora stood backstage, heart slamming against her ribs like a caged animal. The silver cuffs on her wrists felt heavier than they should, cool metal biting into skin that already burned with humiliation. They had dressed her in sheer black lace lingerie that might as well have been nothing. The bra cupped and lifted her full breasts, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide how her nipples had tightened in the cool air. The panties sat high on her hips, the garter belt framing her long, toned legs. Every shift of her body made the lace whisper against her most sensitive places, a constant, maddening reminder of her exposure.

" the officer asked. Milton's face darkened. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was afraid I'd burst out laughing. He glanced from me to the officer, looking completely lost. "Officer, m-my girlfriend misunderstood. This lingerie actually belongs to my cousin." The officer frowned immediately. "What's going on with you two? Do you think this is some kind of joke? What game are you playing?" Milton froze, panic seizing him. He shot me a look filled with resentment.

“This is for the honeymoon.” I step up to the bed and open the box. The lingerie is wrapped in soft tissue paper that is a similar colour to the bow. I gently fold the paper away, and stare at the sheer, white negligee with a matching g-string. The g-string doesn’t look like normal underwear. The crotch looks like a butterfly and is a little padded, while a row of pearls are where the string should be. They don’t look very comfortable, but I think that is the idea.

A shared kink? Her body buzzed with a mix of excitement and nerves as she slipped out of her clothes. The transformation that followed was nothing short of enchanting; she put on the delicate, sheer black lace lingerie she bought earlier at the store. The lingerie clung to her curves sensually, It cupped her breasts, accentuated her waist, and exposed more than it concealed. Then came the cape, which draped over her shoulders, pooling elegantly around her ankles, flowing behind her like an ethereal mist, making her feel like she was part of a dark fantasy. She couldn't help but ponder: Was this a transformation, or a revelation of her true self?