Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

“Well, I like black clothing. And charcoal gray. And dark red. I like form-fitting knits, like knit midi skirts and dresses with pencil skirts and plunging v necks or cowl necks. I like pleated skirts, and I like how it looks when girls wear thigh highs with the garter showing, or thigh high socks. I like velvet in general. And I’ve always wanted a flowy white lace sundress. And maybe some brown tweed.” “Girl, you are such a goth. You’ll fit right in. All that is doable on a tiny amount of money. Just let daddy’s pretend charge card take care of it. Let’s go have fun. Ever been to a consignment shop? It’s a fancy word for Goodwill.” Our first stop, to my embarrassment, is a Victoria’s Secret

Over the last weeks she had been intensely aware of it. She wondered what Gary would. do if she wandered downstairs in something light and flimsy. The collection of lingerie donated by David Allston was quite extensive. She could put on the pink silk body. Or there was a short, black, lace slip with spaghetti straps, the lace making it almost totally transparent. What would he do if she wafted into the rubble of the back room wearing that?

Holy fuck! I never knew what she was wearing underneath that coat, there is no way in hell that I would have let her go on a date with another guy, dressed like a fucking whore. She wore a black sexy lingerie set with garter belts. The bra features adjustable shoulder straps, floral lace cups, v neckline, and a hook and eye back closure. It is made of 50% polyester and 50% Acrylic, the garters belt of this lingerie set is full of stretch, easy to adjust to get the best fitness with 3 breasted eye closure, and the graters belt hugs her curves and hides the extra weight on the waist. Sexy and fit all right!

Her fingers danced along the hem of her delicate lingerie, teasingly tracing the intricate lace patterns that adorned her curves. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, Gloria slowly unclasped the delicate hooks of her lacy black lingerie and, with a slow, deliberate movement, slipped her lingerie straps off her shoulders, allowing the fabric to caress her skin before it fell to the floor in a graceful heap. It revealed the gentle curves of her breasts; her nipples stood erect, eagerly awaiting the touch of her fingertips.

’ ‘Yes, Master,’ I’d replied, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type. ‘And wear what I tell you to. I’ve sent you a link. Buy it. Wear it. Nothing else.’ The link was to a high-end lingerie store. The set was made of black silk and delicate lace. A suspender belt, sheer stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties that were so slutty they made my face burn just looking at them. I’d bought them, my hands trembling as I entered my credit card details. The package had arrived today, a plain brown box that felt like it was ticking.

My reflection in the foggy mirror looks flushed, eyes glowing with a mix of anticipation and something deeper… need. I towel off quickly and walk to my closet. I know exactly what I want. Red lace. Barely-there straps. The kind of lingerie that isn’t made to be worn, just appreciated, torn, worshipped. I slip into it slowly, letting the fabric kiss my skin. My breasts push against the mesh, nipples teasing the thin lace. The thong disappears between my curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. The garter straps hug my thighs like sin. Perfect. I grab a pair of long heels, black stilettos that make my legs look dangerous and step into them.

It's a beauty: satin and lace in a shade of jewelled emerald, edged in a deeper jade. Thought you might like to browse this site. Find something you like. Life's getting back to normal xx Intriguing... ... and I can see why my Master picked out the one he did. Smiling to myself, I follow the link through to find myself on a website for sexy underwear... Actually, beyond sexy. Downright erotic. Anything but bored now, I explore the lingerie: black lace, red satin, bodices and bustiers, stockings and garters, thongs and French knickers...

Since Oliver and I started having sex more often, I decided to buy some sexy lingerie to spice things up. I was currently eyeing a navy blue lingerie set with beautiful lace and thigh high socks with a small bow on each side and a red set with a short night dress that had transparent material and a cute, lace g-string. A black set also caught my eye and I had five sets in my basket as I approached the register. I couldn't wait to see the look on Oliver's face when he sees me in this. His stamina caught me by surprise sometimes but I was not complaining and I could only imagine how things would get with sexy garments thrown in. I also bought other underwear pieces and self-care cosmetics.

Lena drags me to a different shop. A naughty shop. “Do you want to buy something?” I ask her. She smirks and replies, “Not me but you, darling.” She takes me towards a section and browses for a while. Eventually, she hands me a set that makes my pussy clench. What should I call it? It’s a skin color see-through lingerie. A one piece bodysuit made for naughty purposes. “I thought the crotchless panties were naughty.” I mumble to her and she laughs.

Okay, just wear the clothes inside and he will let me out. I slowly walked toward the table, keeping my eyes locked on the blinking lens of the camera and ​set the crystal bottle down. My hands trembled as I pulled the satin ribbon and lifted the lid of the black box. ​Buried beneath layers of white tissue paper was a fabric. ​I lifted it out, expecting a formal gown or a casual dress, but instead, the fabric caught the light, shimmering with thousands of tiny, embedded crystals. My eyes widened. It wasn't a dress at all. It was a daringly cut piece of lingerie masquerading as a mini dress. It was completely backless, with a plunging neckline and panels of translucent lace that left absolute