Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully put on the red lingerie, adjusting the straps and making sure everything was in place. The silky fabric clung to my curves, and I felt a surge of confidence. I slipped into a matching robe, the satin cool against my skin. I tied it loosely, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of the lingerie beneath.

I knew how much he’d been yearning for us to fully seal our bond, and this would keep him basking in the euphoria of finally being with his wife. I walked to Lila’s wardrobe, feeling a pang of annoyance at the variety of lingerie she owned. How many did she need? I pushed through silk and lace until my fingers brushed against a stunning red set. It was bold, designed to tease without giving away everything. The straps were thin, crisscrossing at the back, and the material flowed like a second skin. I paired it with diamond drop earrings and an anklet, giving the outfit a sensual elegance. After some thought, I added a black robe that tied loosely at the waist, just enough to hint at what lay

It was the absolute freaking truth. Good lingerie was quite literally the only thing I ever allowed myself to splurge on. While I wore cheap t-shirts and lived off thrifted jackets, every single pair of those missing panties had been carefully selected and ordered from a pricey online boutique. They were my one hidden luxury, and the thought of his oversized, rough hands tossing them around made my skin crawl. Desperate, I dropped to my knees, leaning down to peer into the dark chasm underneath his bed frame, hoping against hope he’d just shoved the pile out of sight.

After taking a shower, I pick out my lingerie, a black one this time, and a very scandalous piece of lingerie. The lingerie set is a luxurious four-piece set, one of the lingerie that Ronan got for me. It's made from sheer black lace with complex and delicate floral patterns embroidered on it. The bra has sheer lace cups with fringed edges, I am going to have to use a nipple cover on this one. The corset belt cinches my midsection, flaring into a soft peplum-like structure that highlights my hips. The thong matches the lace pattern. The look is completed with adjustable garter straps and lace leg bands and both have a gold tone for a refined touch and for adjusting the garters.

I followed him through the door. "What are you doing in here?" Lorenzo stopped in the center, his back to me. I pressed my spine against the closed door. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Now or never. My fingers found the buttons of Wren's borrowed coat. One by one, I undid them. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet. The lingerie underneath left nothing to the imagination. Black lace barely covering my breasts. A thong that was more string than fabric. My skin prickled with goosebumps—from the cold air, from fear, from the weight of his gaze.

I figured the Internet would have put all those magazines out of business, but I guess it didn't. To the left of the door, there was a long counter with the cash register. A dark haired young woman stood there ready to check out the patrons. I would best describe her as goth. Her hair was jet black and cut into a short bob. She was wearing a black leather vest, a black leather skirt, black lipstick and had nose and lip piercings. Those piercings were black as well, but since they were metallic, they did reflect the bright lights of the store. The only thing of color she had was a red studded color. I thought she looked weird, but also somehow compelling. I smiled as she looked at me and then

I supposed they weren't granny panties or anything that might disgust him, but they weren't the attractive sort of lingerie I would have preferred to wear for him. Tonight though, was different. I could wear something a little spicier. I didn't own any true lingerie, but I had a few pieces that were definitely sexier than what I usually wore. I had selected a black lace thong and a black bustier to wear underneath my outfit. It still wasn't exactly what I would prefer to wear for him, but it would do in a pinch.

Gradually, the nausea subsided. In my bedroom, Justine and a few of our girlfriends were finishing getting ready for tonight. I had come into the bathroom for privacy, wanting to change into my new lingerie without an audience. The black high-waisted satin panties and matching bra, adorned with red lace, accentuated my tiny waist and made my curves seem more pronounced. It had looked good in the store, and I had felt proud of my toned body when I tried it on. But now, under the bright bathroom light, the stark contrast against my pale skin screamed vampire. Not werewolf.

Red, black, blue, burgundy, maroon, beige, taupe, all kinds of colors of lingeries. I tried on another black lingerie and this one, was the BOMB.It was more revealing than the others. Made out of a very transparent material with nettings on the bust part. The thong was too thin, and it was slipping in between my ass cheeks. This set could actually make Jake’s nose bleed.She took dozen of hot pictures of me in it and I really liked but was hoping he doesn’t get attracted by it. I was still wearing the black lingerie when she handed my phone to me.

“Hello, again. I hope you missed us.” I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me who sent them. Could they just leave me alone? I set the bouquet on the kitchen counter, then turned to the box. The ribbon slid off it easily. Nestled in black tissue paper was the most expensive-looking lingerie I had ever seen. “Damn…” It was a delicate black lace bodysuit with a shelf bra that was sure to push my breasts up, a deep V that came all the way down to my navel. The crotch was open, covered in tiny satin bows.